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.
Pressing himself into the mattress as Giles leaned in, Wesley kept his eyes on Giles', once again getting lost in those gorgeous green eyes. And really, after yesterday you'd think that his body would be quite sated by now. At the moment though, his body seemed to have a mind of its own, and his muscles seemed to have a very short memory span, considering it's reaction to Giles words as much as his voice.
A small gaps escaped him when Giles pressed his hips forward, though he did manage to bit down on most of it. And for the life of him, he had no idea how he managed to hold onto that innocent expression. Curling his fingers, he touched Giles hands and turned the innocent expression into cocky grin.
"Promises, promises," he muttered again. "Besides," he asked, putting the innocent mask back on. "Weren't we supposed to be taking a bath?"
"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.
This was the perfect time to use some of it. Sitting casually on the edge of the bed, making certain that he didn't touch Wesley at all, Giles began going through the bag's contents, making sure Wesley saw each and every item. The cockring, the buttplug, the blindfold, the anal beads. He looked to Wesley then, grinning.
He set everything but the blindfold aside, leaning up to slip it over Wesley's head and eyes. It was breaking character, but they'd never used this before, so Giles leaned down and whispered, "I'm right here, love. I won't be leaving."
That said, he picked up the oil, "but I am rather determined to hear you beg." Smiling, he pour some of the oil on Wesley's chest and, once against straddling his lover's thighs, Giles began to give Wesley a massage, rubbing his hands and the oil over Wesley's chest, paying special attention to his lover's nipples.
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.
A frown appeared when he saw what was all it the bag. Not that he didn't know what was in it, he just had no idea what some of it was *for*. And that thought made him somewhat nervous. What made him very nervous though was Giles next move. The moment the blindfold slid over his eyes, and he was plunged into darkness, he had to swallow hard.
Nodding perhaps a little too much at his lover's words, he tried very hard to relax his suddenly tense body. He didn't like not being able to see anything. He didn't like darkness. But this was the perfect way to prove that he trusted Giles with everything, even this.
Concentrating on his lover and the man's voice and words again, he shifted a little nervously. He kept his mouth firmly shut though, a defiant feature crossing his face. Then he felt his lovers hands on his body and he tensed for a completely different reason. Biting his bottom lip hard, he stopped himself from groaning.
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.
By now the feeling was familiar and not always wanted. Usually not when he was getting so frustrated that he wanted to come but couldn’t. But he stubbornly refused to give any indication to Giles what he thought about it either way. Taking his bottom lip between his lips, breathing hard through his nose, he tried to ignore the feeling.
By now he was sweating rather hard and being covered in oil didn't help matter. He had the insane though that he was going to need that bath desperately later on. He bend his legs when Giles nudges his legs and frowned at the man's next words. Beads? Anal beads? What the hell was that?
He squirmed because the most vivid images filled his mind, and not all of them very pleasant. But he trusted Giles; his partner would never hurt him. Which he reminded himself of when the first bead slipped in. The feeling was so strange and new that he clenched around and tried to push it out automatically. Which made for a rather odd sensation. By now his jaws were aching and he was tasting blood from where Giles had kissed him so hard the other night.
"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.
Swallowing hard, he willed himself to relax, squirming everytime Giles touch his aching cock. Wesley pulled on the handcuffs, mostly because he automatically wanted to get rid of that blindfold, but also because he wanted to touch Giles.
He kept his mouth firmly shut though, biting his tongue so he'd not cry out for more at his lover's touches as one bead after another was pushed into his channel. Swallowing hard, he tried not to push them out again, rather confused by the sensation of those things. A gasp did escape him when he felt Giles crawl up his body.
By the time the man had reached his throat, working his scar, Wesley through that reaching his climax now, wouldn't be entirely wrong. From his point of view, that is. His balls were tight, his cock aching and...he wasn't certain what to think of his arse. At Giles question, he froze and was momentarily confused. Mostly by himself.
Was he supposed to answer that? He wasn't certain that if he opened his mouth now, he'd *not* be able to stop the begging that had been chanting through his mind for oh...quite some time now. So instead, he bit his lip, frowned and would there not have been a blindfold, glared at Giles.
Of course there was a blindfold, so it hardly had the effect he desired.
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.
Giles did stifle his next chuckle after he saw the clenching of Wesley's jaw, but he found himself rather enjoying this, Wesley straining, his body made even more responsive. He was a glorious sight, not that he'd ever believe that had Giles told him. The sight alone was enough to have his own cock throbbing, but he ignored it, focusing on Wesley.
Leaning in, Giles slid his hand down to fondle his lover's balls, not at all surprised to find them so tight they but be aching. He slid his lips over the head of Wesley's cock and slowly took it into his mouth, just a little at a time while his tongue worked the underside. When, finally, he'd taken all of Wesley's length into his mouth, Giles swallowed around the head before pulling back and thrusting his tongue into the slit.
"Let me hear you, love. You can come any time you like, just ask," Giles was saying as he slid his fingers down over Wesley's balls, gripping the ring of the beads and pulling just enough to draw a little of their length out.
Pressing himself into the mattress as Giles leaned in, Wesley kept his eyes on Giles', once again getting lost in those gorgeous green eyes. And really, after yesterday you'd think that his body would be quite sated by now. At the moment though, his body seemed to have a mind of its own, and his muscles seemed to have a very short memory span, considering it's reaction to Giles words as much as his voice.
A small gaps escaped him when Giles pressed his hips forward, though he did manage to bit down on most of it. And for the life of him, he had no idea how he managed to hold onto that innocent expression. Curling his fingers, he touched Giles hands and turned the innocent expression into cocky grin.
"Promises, promises," he muttered again. "Besides," he asked, putting the innocent mask back on. "Weren't we supposed to be taking a bath?"
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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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This was the perfect time to use some of it. Sitting casually on the edge of the bed, making certain that he didn't touch Wesley at all, Giles began going through the bag's contents, making sure Wesley saw each and every item. The cockring, the buttplug, the blindfold, the anal beads. He looked to Wesley then, grinning.
He set everything but the blindfold aside, leaning up to slip it over Wesley's head and eyes. It was breaking character, but they'd never used this before, so Giles leaned down and whispered, "I'm right here, love. I won't be leaving."
That said, he picked up the oil, "but I am rather determined to hear you beg." Smiling, he pour some of the oil on Wesley's chest and, once against straddling his lover's thighs, Giles began to give Wesley a massage, rubbing his hands and the oil over Wesley's chest, paying special attention to his lover's nipples.
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A frown appeared when he saw what was all it the bag. Not that he didn't know what was in it, he just had no idea what some of it was *for*. And that thought made him somewhat nervous. What made him very nervous though was Giles next move. The moment the blindfold slid over his eyes, and he was plunged into darkness, he had to swallow hard.
Nodding perhaps a little too much at his lover's words, he tried very hard to relax his suddenly tense body. He didn't like not being able to see anything. He didn't like darkness. But this was the perfect way to prove that he trusted Giles with everything, even this.
Concentrating on his lover and the man's voice and words again, he shifted a little nervously. He kept his mouth firmly shut though, a defiant feature crossing his face. Then he felt his lovers hands on his body and he tensed for a completely different reason. Biting his bottom lip hard, he stopped himself from groaning.
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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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By now the feeling was familiar and not always wanted. Usually not when he was getting so frustrated that he wanted to come but couldn’t. But he stubbornly refused to give any indication to Giles what he thought about it either way. Taking his bottom lip between his lips, breathing hard through his nose, he tried to ignore the feeling.
By now he was sweating rather hard and being covered in oil didn't help matter. He had the insane though that he was going to need that bath desperately later on. He bend his legs when Giles nudges his legs and frowned at the man's next words. Beads? Anal beads? What the hell was that?
He squirmed because the most vivid images filled his mind, and not all of them very pleasant. But he trusted Giles; his partner would never hurt him. Which he reminded himself of when the first bead slipped in. The feeling was so strange and new that he clenched around and tried to push it out automatically. Which made for a rather odd sensation. By now his jaws were aching and he was tasting blood from where Giles had kissed him so hard the other night.
But he still managed to keep quiet. Barely.
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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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Swallowing hard, he willed himself to relax, squirming everytime Giles touch his aching cock. Wesley pulled on the handcuffs, mostly because he automatically wanted to get rid of that blindfold, but also because he wanted to touch Giles.
He kept his mouth firmly shut though, biting his tongue so he'd not cry out for more at his lover's touches as one bead after another was pushed into his channel. Swallowing hard, he tried not to push them out again, rather confused by the sensation of those things. A gasp did escape him when he felt Giles crawl up his body.
By the time the man had reached his throat, working his scar, Wesley through that reaching his climax now, wouldn't be entirely wrong. From his point of view, that is. His balls were tight, his cock aching and...he wasn't certain what to think of his arse. At Giles question, he froze and was momentarily confused. Mostly by himself.
Was he supposed to answer that? He wasn't certain that if he opened his mouth now, he'd *not* be able to stop the begging that had been chanting through his mind for oh...quite some time now. So instead, he bit his lip, frowned and would there not have been a blindfold, glared at Giles.
Of course there was a blindfold, so it hardly had the effect he desired.
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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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Leaning in, Giles slid his hand down to fondle his lover's balls, not at all surprised to find them so tight they but be aching. He slid his lips over the head of Wesley's cock and slowly took it into his mouth, just a little at a time while his tongue worked the underside. When, finally, he'd taken all of Wesley's length into his mouth, Giles swallowed around the head before pulling back and thrusting his tongue into the slit.
"Let me hear you, love. You can come any time you like, just ask," Giles was saying as he slid his fingers down over Wesley's balls, gripping the ring of the beads and pulling just enough to draw a little of their length out.
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