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...I don't even have a name for this. It was just in my head all day, and made me hnnng. So. >>
It's an off shoot from a private RP with Fuyu.
And yes, Damian, is Damian Wayne. >>
For real not worksafe. BDSM. Yeah. :D
“Is all of this really necessary?” Damian asked querulously, glancing up at the older man leading him down the halls. And yes he had to look up to meet the man’s eyes. Damian was sure that he even outstripped Bruce, both in height and bulk.
“I think it is. And your father certainly does.” the man, Haru, replied. Damian huffed, almost scowling as all he got was a slight, quiet smile in return, one that knew far too much, and one that threatened to tip Damian’s almost-scowl into a true scowl.
“I don’t need to learn anything, I already know it all.” Damian replied under his breath, glaring up at Haru, unconvinced. The older man’s smile did not slip, and he merely shrugged, going back to leading Damian deeper into the club.
“We’ll see.”
But that expression faded when Haru opened the door to the back hallways, and the thick scent of leather invaded Damian’s nose, the sharp whish-crack of leather on flesh, and then the moans, the cries...
The younger man took a careful breath, and Haru just smiled knowingly, not commenting before leading them down, pulling out a key, and unlocking the door.
“After you.” He murmured under his breath, though his lupine eyes were blazing as he peered in.
Damian didn’t follow the request right away, too busy staring at the sight before him.
A man knelt in the center of the room, completely nude. He was big, not as quite as large as Haru, but still big, well muscled. His chest was a ruin of scars, jarring, but somehow did not detract. It just drew Damian’s attention in closer, his eyes following the whorls and patterns of rough scar tissue.
Damian’s eyes traveled down, to a rather impressive cock, still soft, cut. The man’s knees were red, and it was obvious that he had been holding this position long. It was reinforced by the dark ropes wrapped around his thighs. He was blindfolded, and as Damian slowly stepped into the room to get a closer look, wearing earplugs as well.
“Sensory deprivation.” Damian nearly jumped at Haru’s low voice in his ear, soft enough so the bound man couldn’t hear them. “He’s been in here for nearly an hour. You can look at him, but be quiet.”
Damian let a shaky breath out, and nodded, and slowly made his way around the kneeling man, walking around to shoulders rolled back, arms behind him. He was bound, but it was only with thread, thumbs connected to toes, symbolic bindings. The thread was still, the other man’s control perfect.
The sight was simply short of stunning, and Damian let out another ragged breath. Haru smiled, knowingly, and slipped past Damian, waving a hand back, so the young man stayed behind. He stepped in close and suddenly the bound man was trembling, lips parting, head turning, searching out his Dom. His cock, which had been soft, twitched, the flesh flushing, hardening, starting to rise out of the dark thatch of his pubic hair.
“Do you see that?” Haru murmured, still speaking low enough that the bound could not hear him still. “He knows my scent. He knows that I’m standing right behind him, about to put an end to that waiting...or not.” His fingers traveled down, barely brushing over the man’s cheek, just the lightest touch of pressure at his jaw. The reaction was strong, the blindfolded head turning, a wrecked moan slipping out from him.
“This is Kei.” He continued on softly. His slipped his fingers lower, rewarding Kei with a light brush across his lips. The sub leaned in with another moan, trying to suckle at the thick digits, though Haru pulled his fingers away before he could. Kei was fully hard now, a flush traveling from below the blindfold, down his throat, and to his chest.
“He’s been my sub for....almost five years now.” Haru murmured. “And I’ve known him for even longer.” Damian swallowed, and nodded, slowly, eyes glued to the scene before him.
Haru caught the look in the younger man’s face and just smiled. Suddenly, he knelt, pushing in close to Kei, hands stroking over his sweating body, mouth over his sub’s in a ravenous kiss.
“Now, Kei.” He whispered between kisses.
Damian felt his mouth go dry as the scarred man arched, keeping his shoulders rolled back, as to not break the thread, shaking, crying out. His cock twitched once more, before releasing, thick white fluid spattering over his belly, dripping down his length. Not a single touch to his cock, no toys, nothing.
Damian stared, and stared and stared, shaking nearly as hard as Kei. He watched as Haru scooped up some of the cum, offering it to Kei who greedily suckled at the thick digits, licking them clean, moaning softly.
“Still think you don’t need to learn anything?” Haru asked, his free hand petting over Kei’s dark hair. His voice wasn’t reprimanding, mostly amused.
“No, sir.” Damian whispered, voice rough.
“Good. Then let’s begin.”
It's an off shoot from a private RP with Fuyu.
And yes, Damian, is Damian Wayne. >>
For real not worksafe. BDSM. Yeah. :D
“Is all of this really necessary?” Damian asked querulously, glancing up at the older man leading him down the halls. And yes he had to look up to meet the man’s eyes. Damian was sure that he even outstripped Bruce, both in height and bulk.
“I think it is. And your father certainly does.” the man, Haru, replied. Damian huffed, almost scowling as all he got was a slight, quiet smile in return, one that knew far too much, and one that threatened to tip Damian’s almost-scowl into a true scowl.
“I don’t need to learn anything, I already know it all.” Damian replied under his breath, glaring up at Haru, unconvinced. The older man’s smile did not slip, and he merely shrugged, going back to leading Damian deeper into the club.
“We’ll see.”
But that expression faded when Haru opened the door to the back hallways, and the thick scent of leather invaded Damian’s nose, the sharp whish-crack of leather on flesh, and then the moans, the cries...
The younger man took a careful breath, and Haru just smiled knowingly, not commenting before leading them down, pulling out a key, and unlocking the door.
“After you.” He murmured under his breath, though his lupine eyes were blazing as he peered in.
Damian didn’t follow the request right away, too busy staring at the sight before him.
A man knelt in the center of the room, completely nude. He was big, not as quite as large as Haru, but still big, well muscled. His chest was a ruin of scars, jarring, but somehow did not detract. It just drew Damian’s attention in closer, his eyes following the whorls and patterns of rough scar tissue.
Damian’s eyes traveled down, to a rather impressive cock, still soft, cut. The man’s knees were red, and it was obvious that he had been holding this position long. It was reinforced by the dark ropes wrapped around his thighs. He was blindfolded, and as Damian slowly stepped into the room to get a closer look, wearing earplugs as well.
“Sensory deprivation.” Damian nearly jumped at Haru’s low voice in his ear, soft enough so the bound man couldn’t hear them. “He’s been in here for nearly an hour. You can look at him, but be quiet.”
Damian let a shaky breath out, and nodded, and slowly made his way around the kneeling man, walking around to shoulders rolled back, arms behind him. He was bound, but it was only with thread, thumbs connected to toes, symbolic bindings. The thread was still, the other man’s control perfect.
The sight was simply short of stunning, and Damian let out another ragged breath. Haru smiled, knowingly, and slipped past Damian, waving a hand back, so the young man stayed behind. He stepped in close and suddenly the bound man was trembling, lips parting, head turning, searching out his Dom. His cock, which had been soft, twitched, the flesh flushing, hardening, starting to rise out of the dark thatch of his pubic hair.
“Do you see that?” Haru murmured, still speaking low enough that the bound could not hear him still. “He knows my scent. He knows that I’m standing right behind him, about to put an end to that waiting...or not.” His fingers traveled down, barely brushing over the man’s cheek, just the lightest touch of pressure at his jaw. The reaction was strong, the blindfolded head turning, a wrecked moan slipping out from him.
“This is Kei.” He continued on softly. His slipped his fingers lower, rewarding Kei with a light brush across his lips. The sub leaned in with another moan, trying to suckle at the thick digits, though Haru pulled his fingers away before he could. Kei was fully hard now, a flush traveling from below the blindfold, down his throat, and to his chest.
“He’s been my sub for....almost five years now.” Haru murmured. “And I’ve known him for even longer.” Damian swallowed, and nodded, slowly, eyes glued to the scene before him.
Haru caught the look in the younger man’s face and just smiled. Suddenly, he knelt, pushing in close to Kei, hands stroking over his sweating body, mouth over his sub’s in a ravenous kiss.
“Now, Kei.” He whispered between kisses.
Damian felt his mouth go dry as the scarred man arched, keeping his shoulders rolled back, as to not break the thread, shaking, crying out. His cock twitched once more, before releasing, thick white fluid spattering over his belly, dripping down his length. Not a single touch to his cock, no toys, nothing.
Damian stared, and stared and stared, shaking nearly as hard as Kei. He watched as Haru scooped up some of the cum, offering it to Kei who greedily suckled at the thick digits, licking them clean, moaning softly.
“Still think you don’t need to learn anything?” Haru asked, his free hand petting over Kei’s dark hair. His voice wasn’t reprimanding, mostly amused.
“No, sir.” Damian whispered, voice rough.
“Good. Then let’s begin.”