I Won't Tell Anybody
The cool silk underneath his fingers directly contrasted how hot John’s body became when Randy finally left his nipples alone and then began traversing down his torso some more until he was biting down on the lower-part of his six-pack, causing John to jump and curse softly. Goosebumps were present and his skin was tingling, breathing already erratic even though Randy had barely begun touching him compared to what he could get like normally. John had no real idea what Randy had in mind but he sincerely doubted he’d fight back (not unless Randy was trying to put him in a dress or heels) and so the tying up was just for show.
His trousers were mourned briefly as Randy all but wrenched his zipper apart and sent his button spiralling off across the room, connecting with something before it then made a little sound as it hit the carpet. The protest he offered for the second ruined article was ignored and he gave up relatively quickly, biting his lip and tugging at his bonds reflexively when the pants were pulled down his legs without so much as a by-your-leave, the item being tossed across his room along with his boxers, leaving him naked save for the ruined shirt that he still had on, and his socks. However, Randy seemed to not care very much about the fact that John still had socks on, for he was currently stripping himself off. Completely.
The now unmissable erection that was resting against John’s flat stomach seemed to grow harder still as Randy disrobed, his clothes flying off almost and joining John’s ruined pants and unwanted boxers. An expression that could only be described as predatory took over Randy’s face, the light of elation from before still present in his gaze even though the flame of lust was currently marring it somewhat--- it was difficult to really distinguish the two emotions. When Randy wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke as he blatantly stared down at his lover’s ravaged body John gave a sound that was a cross between a groan and a whine, tugging at his bonds. He wanted to touch, dammit!
Ignoring his lightly writhing lover almost completely, Randy then moved and reached into his bag, pulling out the tube of lube that he had stashed in there. The sound of the cap popping open seemed to echo around the room, causing John’s ears to perk and his body to still. Well, as much as it could when anticipation was causing him to shiver as though he was caught in a snow-storm despite feeling hotter than he would if he was in a sauna, “Randy-“the rumbled word sent shivers down Randy’s spine and he smirked lazily. Coating his fingers with some of the substance he then moved back to the bed, moving between John’s legs and taking him into his mouth, fingers tracing around John’s entrance before he then pushed two inside, mouth and hand working in tandem.
What John didn’t realise though was that Randy wasn’t going to fuck him (well not yet anyway) but he didn’t want the other to figure out his motives before he was ready to execute them. Grinning to himself when he felt he had gotten John’s cock good and wet -and had his lover growling out demanding pleas for him to hurry the fuck up Randal!- Randy then pulled off of John with a pop! Still maintaining his deception for a little while longer Randy then removed his fingers from John’s body too. The brunette’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure and Randy chose that moment to strike like the snake that he was considered to be. He was straddling John’s waist before the other had even opened his eyes and his look of surprise was comical.
“Consider me an old-fashioned kinda guy,” Randy cooed lightly as he held John steady and placed himself over the other, prepared for the fact that his own lack of preparation was going to mean he would hurt somewhat afterwards but he didn’t give a tin shit; he couldn’t be bothered to wait for more preparation. “---but I’m really in the mood to mark my territory right now,” and that meant he was going to dominate John despite being in the submissive position. Without further ado Randy began to press down on John’s swollen shaft, both men crying out at the sensation as John’s head breached the ring of tight muscle, Randy’s saliva providing some lubricant but not a great amount. “Ra-Randy---stop--- stop---“of course John didn’t mean stop as in stop what you’re doing but as in stop it before you hurt yourself. Randy paid him no heed, continuing to slowly sink down.
When his buttocks rested against John’s thighs Randy growled; the burning sensation was making him hyper-aware of each ridge of John’s cock, each throb it gave and how the man underneath him was restlessly shifting his hips just a little--- obviously attempting to keep still so that he didn’t go before Randy was ready for him. Randy had no such qualms and after mere moments of resting he began to rock his hips firmly, just circling them at first and driving John crazy with the tight warmth he was surrounded by. His wrists were being rubbed at by the tie that bound him since he was pulling reflexively now because he wanted to get his hands on the beautiful body his lover possessed. Maybe now they could be together completely, without complication.
Sure, things were still in early enough days and chances were that they would face other obstructions before too long, but as things stood Hunter and Shawn had been their only problems and naysayers, and, according to Evan and Mike as John had told him, there would be many a fan who would be more than happy to offer them their congratulations and well-wishes… and threesome offers. Not that Randy was sure he could share John with someone even if they were both there and getting involved. “Mhm,” he all but purred, hands caressing John’s chest.
“Randy-“John’s face was flushed, perspiration building as their movements started to grow and the heat in the room grew hotter still and had the increasing scents of testosterone and sex making it seemed harder and harder to breath, “Undo the fucking tie so I can touch you already!” a deep moan of pleasure-pain left John as Randy pinched his nipples firmly between his fingers, the younger man now using his incredible thigh muscles to lift himself on and off of John, making sure to have his prostate stimulated by John with each movement when he found his spot. “No…” Randy smirked, “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m fucking you.”
And so they continued, both moving harder and faster before long as desperation kicked in, both men panting and gasping, Randy stroking himself as swiftly as he could to match his bouncing motions atop the bound man, turned on further still by the way John seemed to be devouring him with his eyes. As he came he coated John’s chest and even his chin with the substance of his seed, falling forward even as he forced his body to keep moving to bring John to climax too, “I love you,” he panted hotly into John’s ear. Just like before the words seemed to have a profound effect on the man because he tensed and then all but roared at the ceiling as he came, hips thrusting as much as possible to spill himself into Randy until he was completely spent.
As they lay there afterwards, trying to recover, John panted, “I love you too.”
And, for once, it was just that simple.
His trousers were mourned briefly as Randy all but wrenched his zipper apart and sent his button spiralling off across the room, connecting with something before it then made a little sound as it hit the carpet. The protest he offered for the second ruined article was ignored and he gave up relatively quickly, biting his lip and tugging at his bonds reflexively when the pants were pulled down his legs without so much as a by-your-leave, the item being tossed across his room along with his boxers, leaving him naked save for the ruined shirt that he still had on, and his socks. However, Randy seemed to not care very much about the fact that John still had socks on, for he was currently stripping himself off. Completely.
The now unmissable erection that was resting against John’s flat stomach seemed to grow harder still as Randy disrobed, his clothes flying off almost and joining John’s ruined pants and unwanted boxers. An expression that could only be described as predatory took over Randy’s face, the light of elation from before still present in his gaze even though the flame of lust was currently marring it somewhat--- it was difficult to really distinguish the two emotions. When Randy wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke as he blatantly stared down at his lover’s ravaged body John gave a sound that was a cross between a groan and a whine, tugging at his bonds. He wanted to touch, dammit!
Ignoring his lightly writhing lover almost completely, Randy then moved and reached into his bag, pulling out the tube of lube that he had stashed in there. The sound of the cap popping open seemed to echo around the room, causing John’s ears to perk and his body to still. Well, as much as it could when anticipation was causing him to shiver as though he was caught in a snow-storm despite feeling hotter than he would if he was in a sauna, “Randy-“the rumbled word sent shivers down Randy’s spine and he smirked lazily. Coating his fingers with some of the substance he then moved back to the bed, moving between John’s legs and taking him into his mouth, fingers tracing around John’s entrance before he then pushed two inside, mouth and hand working in tandem.
What John didn’t realise though was that Randy wasn’t going to fuck him (well not yet anyway) but he didn’t want the other to figure out his motives before he was ready to execute them. Grinning to himself when he felt he had gotten John’s cock good and wet -and had his lover growling out demanding pleas for him to hurry the fuck up Randal!- Randy then pulled off of John with a pop! Still maintaining his deception for a little while longer Randy then removed his fingers from John’s body too. The brunette’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure and Randy chose that moment to strike like the snake that he was considered to be. He was straddling John’s waist before the other had even opened his eyes and his look of surprise was comical.
“Consider me an old-fashioned kinda guy,” Randy cooed lightly as he held John steady and placed himself over the other, prepared for the fact that his own lack of preparation was going to mean he would hurt somewhat afterwards but he didn’t give a tin shit; he couldn’t be bothered to wait for more preparation. “---but I’m really in the mood to mark my territory right now,” and that meant he was going to dominate John despite being in the submissive position. Without further ado Randy began to press down on John’s swollen shaft, both men crying out at the sensation as John’s head breached the ring of tight muscle, Randy’s saliva providing some lubricant but not a great amount. “Ra-Randy---stop--- stop---“of course John didn’t mean stop as in stop what you’re doing but as in stop it before you hurt yourself. Randy paid him no heed, continuing to slowly sink down.
When his buttocks rested against John’s thighs Randy growled; the burning sensation was making him hyper-aware of each ridge of John’s cock, each throb it gave and how the man underneath him was restlessly shifting his hips just a little--- obviously attempting to keep still so that he didn’t go before Randy was ready for him. Randy had no such qualms and after mere moments of resting he began to rock his hips firmly, just circling them at first and driving John crazy with the tight warmth he was surrounded by. His wrists were being rubbed at by the tie that bound him since he was pulling reflexively now because he wanted to get his hands on the beautiful body his lover possessed. Maybe now they could be together completely, without complication.
Sure, things were still in early enough days and chances were that they would face other obstructions before too long, but as things stood Hunter and Shawn had been their only problems and naysayers, and, according to Evan and Mike as John had told him, there would be many a fan who would be more than happy to offer them their congratulations and well-wishes… and threesome offers. Not that Randy was sure he could share John with someone even if they were both there and getting involved. “Mhm,” he all but purred, hands caressing John’s chest.
“Randy-“John’s face was flushed, perspiration building as their movements started to grow and the heat in the room grew hotter still and had the increasing scents of testosterone and sex making it seemed harder and harder to breath, “Undo the fucking tie so I can touch you already!” a deep moan of pleasure-pain left John as Randy pinched his nipples firmly between his fingers, the younger man now using his incredible thigh muscles to lift himself on and off of John, making sure to have his prostate stimulated by John with each movement when he found his spot. “No…” Randy smirked, “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m fucking you.”
And so they continued, both moving harder and faster before long as desperation kicked in, both men panting and gasping, Randy stroking himself as swiftly as he could to match his bouncing motions atop the bound man, turned on further still by the way John seemed to be devouring him with his eyes. As he came he coated John’s chest and even his chin with the substance of his seed, falling forward even as he forced his body to keep moving to bring John to climax too, “I love you,” he panted hotly into John’s ear. Just like before the words seemed to have a profound effect on the man because he tensed and then all but roared at the ceiling as he came, hips thrusting as much as possible to spill himself into Randy until he was completely spent.
As they lay there afterwards, trying to recover, John panted, “I love you too.”
And, for once, it was just that simple.