Giles laughed, but didn't dare stop tickling, not when Wesley was still clinging to him. "Of course not," he replied through his laughter. "Why would you ever think I would?"
Chuckling, Giles squirmed from Wesley's grasp and turned on his partner, darting forward to continue his tickling attack until he wound up pushing Wesley backward and grabbing Wes' wrists to keep himself from being tickled.
Straddling Wesley's upper thighs, Giles panted, pushing Wes' wrist up above his head, though the fight rather seemed to have gone out of his partner. Giles smiled down at Wesley. "Hmm. Now that I have you, what do you think I should do with you?"
"Because," Wesley managed between gasp of giggles. "Your an-an honorable B-British man." Another squeak escaped him when he suddenly found himself on his back while he still tried to fight Giles tickling. Not that he was getting very far apparently.
He squirmed underneath his lover, only to get pinned to the mattress and have his hands incapicated. By now he was laughing so hard, he wasn't able to put up much of a fight. At this point he wasn't even trying.
There were still some giggles bubbling out of him as he looked up at his partner. "How should I know," he said, knowing he sounded rather cheeky. "It's not as though you keep your...promises." Pulling out his innocent wide eyed look, he blinked up at Giles.
Giles raised his eyebrow at that last bit, hiding a smile. That was a challenge if he'd ever heard one. "Don't I?" He asked, letting the thumbs of either hand rub over his lover's wrists. "And what would you call yesterday at the beach? Hmm? Making you beg to be touched doesn't qualify as getting even?"
Giles grinned then, leaning in closer. "If it doesn't, I could always tease you until you beg and then leave you handcuffed to the bed for a while. Would that be preferable?" Giles brushed his lips over Wesley's mouth, but quickly pulled away, staying just out of reach as he spoke. "Or, I could break out the cockring and we can see how long it takes you to come in spite of it?"
Chuckling rather darkly, Giles leaned in and nipped at Wesley's ear before retreating. He pressed his hips forward, smiling and still panting.
Wesley raises his eyebrow in answer to Giles', managing to keep his innocent expression. "I don't recall any begging," he said, knowing full well that there had been begging. Though, from both sides, admittedly
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"Plans change," Giles said, grinning and moving to hold both Wesley's wrists with one hand. "I would hate not to keep my promises to you, after all." Reaching over to the nightstand, Giles pulled open the drawer and retrieved the handcuffs, letting them clatter as he dangled them from my hand.
"You wouldn't want me to feel guilty for not keeping my promises, would you?" Giles leaned in brushing his lips over Wesley's. Without letting go of his lover's wrists, Giles snapped on first one cuff and then the other, with the chain looped around slat of the headboard.
"I suppose my first task should be to . . . " Giles leaned back and once again pushed his hips forward, his rapidly hardening cock brushing against Wesley's thigh, "Remind you about the begging."
Glancing up at his now cuffed wrists, Wesley raised an eyebrow. Hmmm, he seemed to have gotten himself into a little spot of trouble here. Not that he terribly minded, but he was going to try to play this game as good as he managed.
He quickly pushed away any thoughts which suddenly occurred on the fact that he was very bad when it came to playing these games. Reminding himself that things went wrong if he was the one trying to do the teasing.
Moving his head again to look at Giles, he gave his lover an amused glance. "You've been threatening me with is for so long I thought you'd given up on the guilt." Chuckling at that, he had to bite down on another moan when Giles pushed his hips against him once more.
Begging? Wesley smiled up at the man with a very relaxed smile; even if is body was anything but at the moment. "You're welcome to try...Sir." He pressed his lips into a thing line, and the look turned stubborn, while he cocked one eyebrow in question.
Giles felt his smile widen and turn more than a little wicked. Not only did he love a challenge, but he loved it when Wesley decided to be a challenge. Chuckling, he stood, making sure to rub his cock along Wesley's on the way. He went to find their bag of toys and dropped it on the bed next to his lover
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Wesley just kept his mouth firmly shut, curious as to what his lover was up to now. He bit his bottom lip hard when Giles rubbed his cock over his own which was swelling quite rapidly. When Giles came back with the bags of toys, he looked on wearily as the man started to root around
( ... )
Giles could feel the tension in Wesley's body, the pull of the muscles under his hands. He wanted to relax Wes as much as possible, however, and so he kept up a steady stream of words, telling Wesley how beautiful he was, how much Giles liked to touch him.
Rubbing his oil-slicked hands down Wesley's legs, Giles was careful to avoid his lover's cock, though he did let one finger brush it just a little. "I love the way you feel. The way you move and sound, everything about you make me hard, makes me want you."
Dragging his nails down the insides of Wesley's thighs, Giles reached for the cockring, but didn’t put it on just yet. First he wrapped a hand around his lover's prick, stroking once and rubbing his thumb firmly over the head before he leaned in, darting out his tongue to lick at the pre-cum there. "You taste wonderful," he murmured with his lips against the head of his lover's cock.
As long as he could feel his lover's hands on his body, he could this. He just needed to feel his lover close at all times. Not that he would panic if he didn't, at least not right away. Then he'd just have listen to his lover's voice then. Trust him.
He frowned at his lovers words though, wanted to open his mouth to deny the words. But he knew that he couldn't, he needed to stay silent. And even though it wasn't begging, it was talking. He wasn't going to talk either. At least, not yet. Later, probably, but not yet.
When he felt Giles' hand move down to touch his cock, he arched of the bed, clamping his jaws shut to keep from crying out. A long sigh escaped him, but he figured that was aloud. As well as the rather heavy breathing he was doing at the moment. His mind was forming words already, but he wouldn't allow his mouth to spill them.
Giles smiled at his stubborn lover, letting his tongue dart out to rub over his lover's foreskin. He pulled back, trailing a finger down Wesley's cock and brushing it over his balls before once again gripping Wes' cock. He slipped the cockring on his partner, his hands still slick from the oil.
"Should I tell you what I'm going to do, or would you rather it be a surprise? Hmmm, I think I'll tell you, actually." Dropping his voice down, Giles nudged Wesley's legs until they bent. "These," he said, trailing the anal beads along Wesley's stomach and the junction of thigh and groin, "Are anal beads. They're inserted one by one. Rather interesting experience, I must say, but it's the pulling them out that's fun."
Grinning, Giles slicked his fingers up with the oil and trailed the anal beads down Wesley's thigh, circling his lover's entrance before pressing one into his lover's channel.
Managing to keep a strangled choke from pushing his way out, Wesley pressed himself down on the bed. He couldn't stop himself from squirming though when he felt his lovers tongue on his cock again, only to bite down on a curse when felt that wretched cockring being slipped on
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"Shhh, love," Giles said softly, his fingers moving soothingly along Wesley's hip. "I'd never hurt you," he said, hoping to reassure his partner, who was as tense as a loaded crossbow. He knew Wes would probably be less tense if he let himself make some sort of noise, but Wesley seemed to be determined not to bed.
Giles still planned on getting his way, however. He fed in another few beads, keeping up a constant stream of reassurance as he did. He'd stop every now and then, filling up the time between by letting his hands wander over Wesley's body or by brushing his fingers along Wesley's cock. Now and then he'd lean forward to lick along the head, gathering up the pre-cum and moaning at the taste.
Once the beads were in place, Giles crawled up Wesley's body, laying kisses along his cock and stomach and chest before focusing on the scar on Wesley's throat.
"How does that feel, love?" he murmured against the skin before licking along the scar's length and nipping at one edge.
Easier said then done, Wesley thought. Giles wasn't he one handcuffed to the bed, with a blindfold obscuring his vision while his lover was pushing foreign objects up his arse. And the strange part was that out of all those things, it was the blindfold which bothered him the most
( ... )
Giles looked up to find Wesley frowning. He stifled a chuckle, leaning up to kiss the corner of Wesley's mouth. "Nothing to say? How . . . stubborn of you." He couldn't stifle that chuckle and didn't even try to, instead kissing his way to Wesley's chest and swirling his tongue around first one of his lover's nipples and then the other. He nipped gently at one before scraping his teeth down Wesley's stomach.
He avoided Wesley's cock at first, instead nipping at the inside of his lover's thighs and the licking a path along the crease of thigh and groin. Then he wrapped his hand around Wesley's cock, beginning to stroke in earnest, knowing Wesley had to be fighting not to let out a sound, considering how vocal Wes usually was.
"Just ask, love. All you have to do is ask and I'll let you come. Beg for me, love. Let me hear you."
Wesley's glare intensified at the chuckle he heard. His jaw took on an even more stubborn hold, if that was at all possible. It had been so tense, Wesley thought it might break. He also thought he was going to bite his tongue off any moment now.
The only sound he allowed himself to make were small gasps and his breathing. It wasn't as though he could really stop that if he didn't want to pass out. He ached up when Giles tongue traveled down is body again, legs falling open wider. A sharp gasp rushed out as the made his arse clench around the beads still inside.
When he felt the familiar hand wrap around his painful throbbing erection, he arched his back of the bed, letting out a strangled choke. A fine sheen of sweat was covering his body and he shook his head at Giles. The man was going to have to try harder. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot up his groin when the cockring reminded him that climaxing without permission was going to be very difficult.
Chuckling, Giles squirmed from Wesley's grasp and turned on his partner, darting forward to continue his tickling attack until he wound up pushing Wesley backward and grabbing Wes' wrists to keep himself from being tickled.
Straddling Wesley's upper thighs, Giles panted, pushing Wes' wrist up above his head, though the fight rather seemed to have gone out of his partner. Giles smiled down at Wesley. "Hmm. Now that I have you, what do you think I should do with you?"
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He squirmed underneath his lover, only to get pinned to the mattress and have his hands incapicated. By now he was laughing so hard, he wasn't able to put up much of a fight. At this point he wasn't even trying.
There were still some giggles bubbling out of him as he looked up at his partner. "How should I know," he said, knowing he sounded rather cheeky. "It's not as though you keep your...promises." Pulling out his innocent wide eyed look, he blinked up at Giles.
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Giles grinned then, leaning in closer. "If it doesn't, I could always tease you until you beg and then leave you handcuffed to the bed for a while. Would that be preferable?" Giles brushed his lips over Wesley's mouth, but quickly pulled away, staying just out of reach as he spoke. "Or, I could break out the cockring and we can see how long it takes you to come in spite of it?"
Chuckling rather darkly, Giles leaned in and nipped at Wesley's ear before retreating. He pressed his hips forward, smiling and still panting.
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"You wouldn't want me to feel guilty for not keeping my promises, would you?" Giles leaned in brushing his lips over Wesley's. Without letting go of his lover's wrists, Giles snapped on first one cuff and then the other, with the chain looped around slat of the headboard.
"I suppose my first task should be to . . . " Giles leaned back and once again pushed his hips forward, his rapidly hardening cock brushing against Wesley's thigh, "Remind you about the begging."
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He quickly pushed away any thoughts which suddenly occurred on the fact that he was very bad when it came to playing these games. Reminding himself that things went wrong if he was the one trying to do the teasing.
Moving his head again to look at Giles, he gave his lover an amused glance. "You've been threatening me with is for so long I thought you'd given up on the guilt." Chuckling at that, he had to bite down on another moan when Giles pushed his hips against him once more.
Begging? Wesley smiled up at the man with a very relaxed smile; even if is body was anything but at the moment. "You're welcome to try...Sir." He pressed his lips into a thing line, and the look turned stubborn, while he cocked one eyebrow in question.
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Rubbing his oil-slicked hands down Wesley's legs, Giles was careful to avoid his lover's cock, though he did let one finger brush it just a little. "I love the way you feel. The way you move and sound, everything about you make me hard, makes me want you."
Dragging his nails down the insides of Wesley's thighs, Giles reached for the cockring, but didn’t put it on just yet. First he wrapped a hand around his lover's prick, stroking once and rubbing his thumb firmly over the head before he leaned in, darting out his tongue to lick at the pre-cum there. "You taste wonderful," he murmured with his lips against the head of his lover's cock.
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He frowned at his lovers words though, wanted to open his mouth to deny the words. But he knew that he couldn't, he needed to stay silent. And even though it wasn't begging, it was talking. He wasn't going to talk either. At least, not yet. Later, probably, but not yet.
When he felt Giles' hand move down to touch his cock, he arched of the bed, clamping his jaws shut to keep from crying out. A long sigh escaped him, but he figured that was aloud. As well as the rather heavy breathing he was doing at the moment. His mind was forming words already, but he wouldn't allow his mouth to spill them.
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"Should I tell you what I'm going to do, or would you rather it be a surprise? Hmmm, I think I'll tell you, actually." Dropping his voice down, Giles nudged Wesley's legs until they bent. "These," he said, trailing the anal beads along Wesley's stomach and the junction of thigh and groin, "Are anal beads. They're inserted one by one. Rather interesting experience, I must say, but it's the pulling them out that's fun."
Grinning, Giles slicked his fingers up with the oil and trailed the anal beads down Wesley's thigh, circling his lover's entrance before pressing one into his lover's channel.
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Giles still planned on getting his way, however. He fed in another few beads, keeping up a constant stream of reassurance as he did. He'd stop every now and then, filling up the time between by letting his hands wander over Wesley's body or by brushing his fingers along Wesley's cock. Now and then he'd lean forward to lick along the head, gathering up the pre-cum and moaning at the taste.
Once the beads were in place, Giles crawled up Wesley's body, laying kisses along his cock and stomach and chest before focusing on the scar on Wesley's throat.
"How does that feel, love?" he murmured against the skin before licking along the scar's length and nipping at one edge.
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He avoided Wesley's cock at first, instead nipping at the inside of his lover's thighs and the licking a path along the crease of thigh and groin. Then he wrapped his hand around Wesley's cock, beginning to stroke in earnest, knowing Wesley had to be fighting not to let out a sound, considering how vocal Wes usually was.
"Just ask, love. All you have to do is ask and I'll let you come. Beg for me, love. Let me hear you."
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The only sound he allowed himself to make were small gasps and his breathing. It wasn't as though he could really stop that if he didn't want to pass out. He ached up when Giles tongue traveled down is body again, legs falling open wider. A sharp gasp rushed out as the made his arse clench around the beads still inside.
When he felt the familiar hand wrap around his painful throbbing erection, he arched his back of the bed, letting out a strangled choke. A fine sheen of sweat was covering his body and he shook his head at Giles. The man was going to have to try harder. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot up his groin when the cockring reminded him that climaxing without permission was going to be very difficult.
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