He wanted to be able to come from just this. The suction of Leon's mouth on his balls loosened sound into a wretched moan and he was smacking his head back against the mattress because he couldn't deal with all this need. It was stronger than he was, more determined, and he twisted on the bed in an attempt to free himself from Leon's mouth and touch, except Leon was right. The explanation just wasn't important. He succeeded in making himself breathless but need was still there.
"I need you," he told the man, not quite wanting to focus on what he said. His back arched, hips squirming with every pull of lust, and he wanted to feel Leon's dick splitting him open again so badly that he couldn't fucking stand it. "I need you to fuck me now. I want you shoved so far up my ass that I can't feel anything but you pounding into me." He threw away every argument he'd made that night as unimportant. In a way, it was. Nothing mattered quite as much as how stricken with arousal Leon left him, and he'd been feeling it tearing at him from the moment Leon had stripped in his room. "Fuck me." Pushing his body at Leon wasn't as effective as he wanted it to be. "Fuckmefuckmefuckme."
The sheets were clinging to his sweat slick skin and he was half afraid that Leon hadn't meant what he said when he told Matt he wouldn't make him wait.
There was so much lust in him it felt as though it might split him apart. It expanded on every breath and with every word that Matt threw blindly into the room and it swelled in him, dragged in him; there was so much he wanted to give this man and he waited for him to stop talking before he lifted his head and grasped his hips and turned him onto his side. The entire room was dark and waiting with the raw need that had been laced through Matt's voice and he rested a hand on his hip and breathed him in, still and crouched beside him. Only for a moment, though, because of the promise that he'd made. His hand found the oil he'd left at the side of his bed and he spilled it into his fingers and slicked it over his cock.
Words didn't seem necessary. There wasn't any reply he could make that could echo the force of his lust any better than his body sliding into place behind Matt's and his hand gripping his hip to hold him steady while he pushed his cock inside him. The oil made him slick and he slid deep into him at once, thrusting his hips in smooth motion, grasping at the nape of his neck with his teeth. This man in his arms was his, this tight hot ass was his and he wanted to pound into it until lust and pleasure ravaged him and swept him clean of anything but need. Every barrier between them was something to break down just so he could hammer home how inseparable they were. Love was possession, was his body meeting Matt's in smacks of skin, was his cock hard and thick inside him and sliding so fucking deep while he gripped his hip and pulled him back to meet the penetrations. He fucked him rough and urgent, mouth dragging over his neck and shoulders and any part of him it could reach and his oil-slick fingers came around the man's dick, tightening mercilessly as they stroked him.
"This is what you need." It was a statement not a question, his voice so low it was barely audible, his mouth pressed to Matt's ear. "Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you've needed my cock in you and how it would kill you if I stopped." He wouldn't have stopped, though. Nothing could undo this, the way he moved inside this man and wrote ownership over him with every thrust, every stroke and every drag of his mouth. "Tell me how you belong to me."
His face pressed mindlessly to the sheets when Leon turned him. They were damp with sweat but he couldn't focus on anything but desire. He could feel his lust tightening inside him, pulling at his balls and cock, and every second Leon didn't touch him was his sanity slipping between his fingers. It hurt to breathe or to even exist. It wasn't until Leon's prick was pushing into him that he could relax, panting need on the sheets and shuddering at how suddenly Leon was fully inside of him. The man's presence was everywhere, dragging its arms around him and holding him tightly until he lost his grasp on himself and couldn't think of anything but Leon's prick moving inside him. The man took and took and he was repulsed by how he'd run from the man rather than asking him to fuck him sooner than this because he couldn't exist without this and it was stupid to try. Leon's fingers sunk into his skin, dragging him into each fuck, and he was making meaningless noises of desire without being aware of it, the hand on his erection drawing a moan.
It was too easy to be destroyed by something as simple as the man's voice at his ear. He couldn't pretend anymore and he bit at the sheets and attempted to prevent himself from speaking for a moment longer. The thought of this ending was an ugly feeling inside of him though and he turned his head to say, "I belong to you," fingers pushing into each other from where they were clasped behind him. He pressed back into how Leon's dick moved into him and sucked in oxygen like he were drowning. "I need your cock so fucking bad that the thought you stopping makes me want to die." The words felt blind and he kept going out of instinct, attempting to fuck the man's hand throughout. "I don't want it to stop. I need you to keep fucking me until I pass out and I want to wake up to you fucking yourself on me and to keep fucking until its impossible to remember how to do anything else."
Wanting more than this man was an impossibility when he was already so fucking full on need for him that he was choked and wretched with his desire to touch him.
The words felt like they were going to make him insane and he didn't know how to listen to them without wanting to break Matt in response. He'd drawn them out of him and still they made everything in him desire to shatter this man with the force of his fucking because it was too much to hear Matt gasp out how he belonged to him. He held him tightly while he drove his dick into him, kept him against him, kept him secure in his arms and said hoarsely, "I won't ever stop. I won't ever give you anything less than this. You belong to me, you'll always belong to me." He held him by the hip, rubbed his face against the nape of his neck. The man's ass was a tightness he wanted to shove himself into forever. It was slick and so easy to fuck him, to get deep into him and the way the man gasped and smothered moans into the sheets, the way he tried to shove back against him and fuck his dick into his fingers all at once felt like it had the power to break him in return. There was nothing this man could do that didn't resound in him deeper than he could bear.
"I can't stand how good you feel to me. I want to take everything you are and erase every piece of you that I'm not written all over. I could make you mindless with wanting me." Maybe each word was arrogance but it didn't feel that way with how he breathed them into Matt's skin, how his love for him was a wretched thing that was gouging at him with every thrust of his cock into the man's body. He thought of untying him to let him grasp at him while he fucked him but then he couldn't bear the thought of letting him go. The restraints made him Leon's prisoner and that was such a gorgeous and endearing thing, fucking through his helplessness, making him wait to be broken. Making him ask for it because he couldn't reach out and take it for himself. His hand reached between them and found Matt's bound wrists and curved over him as though to soothe him, still the way he struggled against the restraint.
Then he pushed Matt onto his stomach and rolled with him, ending up on top of him as though he wanted to smother him beneath the weight of his desire, the entire length of his body rocking against him so that his cock was in motion deep inside his ass. "Come for me," he said and his voice was low and there was a tenderness in it, in his hand still holding the man's hip and the other braced against the mattress while his mouth disheveled his hair and the nape of his neck, tasting the dampness of sweat there.
Leon's words ravished him just as easily as the man's dick did. Instead of fucking his body, they fucked deep into his mind and into the tangle of emotions Leon provoked. He couldn't remember the last time he'd simply wanted him. Hesitancy seemed to work itself into habit and he kept playing the game of pushing him away and pulling him closer instead of just taking what he wanted. Even in the memories of their time together, there was a growing awareness of how no matter how often they grew close, married, fucked, it was always too furious. It was too overwhelming.
"It'd be better if you did. I can't stand being like this. Being mostly yours isn't enough, I want you all over like a disease that'll kill me because that's what you feel like." Leon was a nightmare and he kept crawling back to him, in thoughts, in dreams, the way the man's cock hit into him feeling deep enough that it could leave the sensation of it behind in him. He was breathing and tasting sweat and he wasn't good for anything else but this. Rubbing and rubbing against the bed he tried to ignore Leon's words but in the end it was what he wanted too.
He was incapable of stopping his release. It came violently, drawn by the tenderness in Leon's voice, and he would have shivered and melted into the sheets in a puddle of sex and sweat if it hadn't dug through his skeleton and emptied him first. His cry wasn't quite muffled on the bed and he wished Leon's mouth had been on his to choke it down his throat instead but it wasn't and the belt was still digging into his skin and keeping him immobile under the man's cock like he were made to do nothing but feel.
The shudders his fucking provoked in the man were reaching deep into him too and he held Matt tensely as he came, listening to the way his smothered sounds into the sheets. Breath dragged shakily into his lungs and he moved his hips and fucked deep into the man, fucked him through his release and into an orgasm of his own, his body crushing Matt's while he jerked and groaned and worked his hips helplessly against him. His seed was spent deep in him, pleasure spilling through him to leave its mark. It was another way to brand him, another claim made on this body that already belonged to him so thoroughly. He had made the man admit it and made pleasure into another thing to own him with. His mouth rubbed against the nape of his neck and he wanted to love this man endlessly, touch him and possess him with a gentleness that would drive him insane.
He moved onto his side again after long moments, pulling Matt with him and he stayed inside him, their hips pressed together, his cock lodged firmly in the man's ass. His fingers toyed with his balls as he let lethargy sink in and replace the tension and desire that had twisted through him. "I could leave you tied," he murmured presently, as though it were an offer. "I could make you helpless every time I fuck you and leave you waiting for me to come back and put my cock inside you and after a while you really would be mindless. You'd feel me all the time. You'd feel me moving in you and that would be all you'd need." It wasn't really a threat, it was just lust pouring out of him but the idea was attractive enough to make him want to see how true he could make it. He kissed Matt's shoulder. "You're too addictive like this, you know. Having to wait for what I decide to give you."
He was still feeling too much all at once when Leon pulled him back against his chest to rest on his side. It was impossible not to feel the entirety of the man's cock inside of him and he thought he was going to choke on the sensation of being owned so fucking utterly. Everything Leon offered was attractive, even his own inability to protest. Fighting this could get so damned exhausting and he didn't know why he did it. It was too vulnerable not to. This was vulnerable too but there wasn't anything he could do about it while Leon held him like this and it made it easier to stomach, even while his senses were being stretched toward some kind of breaking point. "I already do nothing but wait for you." He let his head fall back against Leon's shoulder and stared blindly ahead. "Just because I'm not tied up doesn't mean I'm not existing merely for the next time you stick your cock inside me again."
The days crawled past too pointlessly for him to be looking for anything else in them. His entire existence was made for this man's cock buried up his ass and admitting it wasn't really anything new. It was just another extension of belonging to him. Being tied up every day was daunting though. He didn't know if he could do that. His breaths still felt erratic and he needed Leon to slip out of him before he became too fucking useless from being held like this. "I need a cigarette." It was an excuse but it meant too much and he was already tensing around the man's cock, rocking his hips up. "Get me one if you're not going to untie me."
His hand eased away from his balls to rub over his stomach instead. Every part of this man's body felt like it belonged to him utterly and he wanted to bask in the feeling for a while, to make Matt aware of it at every moment. Fingers caressing him aimlessly, mouth wandering across his shoulder to suck at his skin. His cock sheathed all the way inside him. His thigh slid up and over the man's hip as though he could be wrapped around him completely. "I meant to untie you after I was done fucking you," he admitted to him, almost regretfully. "But you make it so good to keep you like this." His hand came to Matt's hip and he held it to make him be still, the way the man pushed his hips back against him a thing that ached inside him. "I'll get you your cigarette but I don't think you really want me not to be inside you."
He eased back anyway, sliding out of him. The weight of his cock felt heavy and thick and it slipped easily out of the man's ass, still slick with oil and it was like his lust had never flagged, never been satiated at all. But he left the bed in spite of the way it ached, crossing the room naked to get at the wardrobe where he'd found the belt and the blue paint. Cigarettes and a lighter were in there, in a hidden compartment. More than one pack, and he was always provided what he needed or what he wanted when he was with this man, as though the very walls of this place breathed with his possession. When he came back to the bed he lifted Matt up against the headboard, letting him sit back with the pillows to support him. He lit a cigarette, sucking on it himself for a moment for a moment or two as he stood over the man.
"Here." He leaned close and put the cigarette between his lips. His mouth brushed over one of his eyelids and his tongue touched his skin, the strands of Matt's hair slipping through his fingers. He slid onto the bed to straddle his waist and gripped his hair in both hands, tipping his head back to let his mouth wander over every one of his features, everywhere except his lips.
When Leon left the bed, it felt like the man had been right. It was hard not to have Leon shoved deep inside of him and it made him feel too pathetic to need him like this, biting back words and impulse because he didn't have anything worth saying. He watched Leon move to the wardrobe instead, devouring him with a stare, the sight of the man's skin making him want to free his arms in order to drag his hands all over him. "You could untie me now then," he mentioned, knowing that he would try to leave if Leon did. It made him feel too defensive to be taken apart like he'd been. "Unless you're going to keep fucking me like this tonight." This could have just as easily been an interlude between fucks.
Pulled up to sit against the pillows, Matt could feel every lick of the belt Leon had sent crashing into his ass and thighs earlier. The sheets were rough against his skin and he grimaced but attempted to keep from squirming, even if he couldn't keep from shifting back into the pillows while taking a drag of the cigarette Leon put between his lips. It almost fell with a moan when Leon's weight was suddenly around his waist and pinning him to the bed, his eyes shutting under the light touches of the man's mouth while it wandered over his face.
He wanted to push Leon away but he also wanted to hold him hard to him. His face felt disgusting, like he'd been crying without being aware of it and the moisture had dried on his skin. It felt wrong to let Leon kiss over it but turning his head away was just welcoming the man to keep him like this for longer. "My ass hurts," he noted, hips making a useless motion off the bed. "Make it up to me." The belt was just as secure around his arms as it'd been earlier and if the cigarette hadn't been held haphazardly between his lips he would have tried to kiss the man.
Kissing the man was licking at his skin, too, licking over his face and he wondered if the act was an attraction or a violation, but he wouldn't have been able to stop anyway. And Matt wasn't capable of stopping him either, not like this, the thought of it making him ache again and after a little while he took the cigarette out of his mouth to kiss him. "Don't worry about it," he murmured, endearing, caressing. "I'll take care of you."
He put the cigarette back between his lips to let him breath it in a little longer and his eyes were on his face as his hand went down to his cock. He stroked it slowly without touching Matt, the other hand braced against the pillow at the side of his head. "I don't want to untie you. I'll make it up to you but I'm going to keep you like this for a little longer." How long was up for debate but despite the casual words he didn't think he could bear to let him go anytime soon. He thought of Matt's grimace when he'd lifted him up against the headboard and thought of the weals the belt had left on his ass and thighs and thought of how swollen they might be now, what it would be like to turn him over onto his stomach and study each one. His fingers caught the cigarette again and this time it was ground out in the ashtray at the side of the bed. He leaned close, touching his jaw. "I keep thinking of how your filthy and loose your asshole must be from me fucking it tonight. There's paint and lube all over you, you're a mess."
He licked at his mouth and then drew back, got off the bed. "Wait there," he told the man as though he had any choice, and he went to see what the bathroom looked like; it was more or less untransformed, candles burning on the sink but the rest looked like how it usually did. He studied the shower and its detachable shower head, looked at the faucet in the tub and thought of tying Matt's hands to it, making him kneel while he washed the paint off him and the come from between his thighs. He started the water running, cultivating it to a gentle warmth. When he came back to the bedroom he stood and studied Matt for a moment before finding the gag that he'd left discarded on the mattress. It still felt warm in his fingers and he took it and came to sit on the bed beside the other man, taking his chin in his hand.
"We're going into the bathroom." He put the strap over his mouth, secured it behind his head. There was still something so attractive about carrying the man over his shoulder when he couldn't even protest the treatment and so he did it again, lifting him to take him into the next room.
Each kiss was another addiction to kill free will and leave him wanting. He was pathetic beneath it, the familiarity of Leon's mouth stealing his breath and making it easy to ignore how debilitating the idea of being left like this was. He smoked and watched how Leon's hand looked over his dick, desire a trembling thing clawing at his guts, his attention cut short the moment Leon took the cigarette away. "It's your fault I'm a mess," he pointed out, inhaling sharply when Leon came closer to lick at his mouth. "I'm only covered in what you've dirtied me with. I don't mind being filthy for you though. I wouldn't wash any of it away." No, he'd leave the tracks of Leon on his skin until morning and wake up to run his fingers over the evidence of him as if it could have possibly been another dream. Leon left the bed and Matt stared after him in surprise.
"Fuck, where are you going?" The question died off when he saw Leon near the bathroom and Matt frowned, turning his attention to the cigarette Leon had set aside. Even if it hadn't been put out, it was disgustingly out of his reach, even if he'd meant to grab it with his teeth. Being tied down like this just felt uglier and uglier but at the same time it made him want Leon more. Groaning, Matt tipped his head back on the pillows, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the sound of Leon moving around in the other room. The faucet was soon running and when he looked over a moment later, Leon was already there and watching him. The sight of him made him shiver and go through the motions of pulling free, even if it was a hopeless cause.
He watched the man pick up the strap and there was already a protest on the tip of his tongue, a "why" that was caught by the strap over his mouth. He met Leon's eyes angrily briefly before he was lifted off the bed and carried out of the room. It was obvious why the man was carrying him there at least, even if the reason for the strap around his mouth wasn't. He twisted in Leon's grip after catching sight of himself in the mirror, the sight too fucking obscene for him to stomach.
The hot anger in Matt's eyes made him want to push him down again and soothe the fight out of him but there was nothing for the man to fight against anyway, no leverage he could use against him. He took him into the bathroom, aware of how he turned away from the sight of himself in the mirror, and set him down on his feet in the tub with the water sloshing around his ankles, helping him balance, easing him down to his knees. "Go slow," he said in a murmur, and when he was kneeling in the tub he made him lean forward and reached around to undo the restraints at his wrists, gripping his arms and tugging them forward. "I'm going to tie your hands to the faucet," he told him as he was doing it, lashing his wrists to the spigot as it continued to gush warm water, and when he was done he ran his hands down the man's arms and over his shoulders and his back, stroking over him, caressing over his spine for a moment while he looked at him.
He didn't know what had made him want to put the gag back on him. He supposed it was just the attraction of him when he was so utterly helpless, unable even to protest anything Leon wanted to do with him. He had wanted to make him admit his need, and now he wanted to make him keep admitting it, to prove it to him over and over as though he needed it to weigh him down like chains. He bent and kissed his shoulder, and then he got to his feet and took down the showerhead and turned it on. It sprayed out warm and hard against the center of Matt's back and he got to his knees behind him to run it over him, washing away blue paint and sweat, the evidence of their fucking.
There was something unbearably intimate about cleaning a fuck off of Matt and he'd done it before but it never failed to turn him on. He wanted to wash him just to dirty him again, fuck him here in the tub with lather lingering on his skin. He left the showerhead spraying water on the floor of the tub while he took a bar of soap to glide it over the man bent before him, over his shoulders and down his back, reaching under him to lather his chest and stomach in circles. He rubbed it over his hips and with a soap-slick hand he took hold of his cock, fisting it slowly, the lather turning blue from the paint he had smeared all over him.
Being manipulated like this was both exciting and repulsive at once. The care Leon took to bring him to his knees was almost obscene but he knelt in regardless and went forward when he was dragged in to the spigot, Leon's hands feeling implacable despite the way the man explained what he intended, leaving Matt just to watch him as he did so. He felt too open this way but then they'd made a game out of undoing each other so he supposed it wouldn't have been right if he weren't easy enough to pull apart with caresses that made him shiver and wish to be capable of jerking away. It would be too embarrassing to turn away and just be forced to look at Leon again, so he didn't, but it didn't change the way how he much he craved this too.
The water fell warm and it was soothing in a way, cleansing away the way filth in implication from the way he was tied and gagged. He didn't mind the way the soap intruded over skin, moved along in Leon's hand, letting the man do things for him felt almost natural. His objection was with being incapable of leaving when he wanted to or to control the way the man touched him. Lifting slightly from where he'd sat back on his feet when Leon's hand went to his prick, he tensed slightly, waiting. The other man made it so easy to fall into a violent, destructive need for him, physical desire twisted into his own emotions for Leon, making him choke, making him ashamed of how easily he fell captive to it. He'd amounted to nothing in this life and it was thrown in his face ever time he lost himself to Leon's hands on his skin. The lives they'd lived together reflected it too, how fucking worthless he was outside of this, how he wasn't capable of living a life that didn't revolve around waiting for this man to come to him. The strap around his mouth was wet from his mouth and coated with need, sound stopped, but entirely and it was impossible to keep from thrusting into Leon's hand.
His hand stayed slick and firm around Matt's cock, stroking a slow rhythm while he concentrated on rubbing the soap over his balls, back and forth over the crack of his ass. It lathered up blue at first, then eventually washed away to white, and when the paint was gone he let the bar slip from his fingers and gripped Matt's hip and tightened the grasp of his slippery hand, aware of how the man thrust into it. For a long time he let him do it, listening to water rushing, listening to the sounds Matt made which were nearly, but not quite, silenced behind the gag. He watched his hips move, watched the attractive slope of his back, the tension of his shoulders with his arms pulled forward and bound to the faucet. His hand moved slowly, his mouth coming to the center of the man's back, working up his spine and then across to one of his shoulders and he could taste soap on his skin but he didn't care. The humidity of the bathroom made him sweat, his entire body throbbing, lost to allure of this man bent beneath him.
He could have told him how much he wanted him like this, how he needed to see him struggling and breaking apart beneath his hands, lost to what Leon chose to give him, but words seemed superfluous when he could hold this man in the midst of his helplessness and every touch over his body was rife with intent. His mouth sucked at Matt's shoulder long enough to bring a bruise into his skin. It was impossible to think of the moment when he would finally have to let him go. He wanted to delay that moment for as long as possible, to keep pushing this man into pure raw need, to keep him from breaking away. The shower head was still spraying water on the floor of the tub and he picked it up and turned it between Matt's legs, the water gushing against his prick and his balls. He straightened to watch it, to watch him as he slid it up between his thighs until the spray of water was pressed against his asshole, and he wished this was something he could fuck the man with but he contented himself with this, one of his hands still gripping Matt's hip to hold him steady.
Holding still was a joke when even the way Leon washed him felt like a tease. He arched away from the soap to Leon's hand around his cock and it was insane how insatiable he felt when they were together. Leon's mouth was on his spine and moving up, sending lust on a sweep through him to his cock, his hips rolling with it, and he tried to pull his wrists free but it was so goddamn useless. The desire to turn around and wrap his legs around Leon's waist, to pull him against him and into him, it was just his inability to stop wanting him. His knees slid, slippery from the soap and water and he wanted Leon to lick his skin dry again. The way the man sucked on his shoulder was another claim and it was pounded into every inch of his being. It'd stopped mattering whether Leon would let him go anytime soon and he merely let the man's actions work over him.
With every touch he just wanted Leon more and he was melting into the steam, shuddering when the man sent the water crashing over his dick and balls. The precipice wasn't close anymore, it was behind him, and everything felt as unstable as it'd felt when they were in the room and he'd been over Leon's lap. He attempted to jerk away from how the water beat against his asshole despite the fact that he liked how it felt, the way he liked everything Leon did, pitiful sounds pushing against the strap that felt more uncomfortable now than it had earlier.
Thrusting into Leon's hand was just a pretense of alleviating desire because he would end up feeling it again and again but he wanted to reach the point where he couldn't even want being forced to his knees like this.
He kept the showerhead turned on him in spite of Matt's efforts to twist away from it, water pounding steadily at his asshole and his hand coming beneath him to cup his dick again and let the man thrust through his hand, the water loud but he could still hear the sounds the man made that were muffled by the strap over his belt. He stared at the weals that decorated the skin of his ass and thighs, the marks from being whipped; his fingers tightened and he shoved the showerhead against him and kept him suspended between pressure, the water beating at him, his hand firm around him, tension pulled from Matt's body into his and from his into Matt's and he couldn't get over how much he loved the sight of this man on his knees. It was so fucking gorgeous, his back, his hips, his arms pulled forward into suspension, the way his hair parted at the nape of his neck. The way he had no choice but to take everything Leon gave him. His gaze moved from the man's bound wrists down the length of his arms, to that place at the nape of his neck, to finally focusing on a ridge of vertebrae at the center of his spine and he kept the spray of the water against him, moving with how Matt's hips bucked and twisted, letting him stroke through his fingers and only when the moans behind the gag sounded edged with desperation did he pull away, letting go.
He was so aroused he felt dazed. He reached around Matt to turn the spout until the gush of water stopped, the silence startling and draining by the same measure, his gaze captured again by the way droplets of water rolled slowly down the sounds of Matt's body. Getting to his feet felt like slow, clumsy work, his body weighed down with lust but when he was standing he put the showerhead back where it belonged and stepped out of the tub, leaving Matt bound there in the heat and the billows of humidity. He wanted the cigarettes out in the other room and he got them and took them back into the bathroom with the lighter, sitting on the toilet lit, dripping water as he lit one and sat there smoking and looking at Matt. The blue paint had washed off of the other man's skin but not off of his, making him wonder if it might be permanent. It didn't really concern him; desire was too distracting and he was inhaling it on every breath of nicotine, watching this man he wanted bound there, forced to wait on his knees and he knew there was something unmerciful and monstrous about him even if he couldn't really understand what it was about Matt that brought it out of him.
The cigarette burned down slowly, and he wanted to get back into the tub and fuck the man on his knees but he wanted this distance too, reaching over after a while to finger his asshole while he smoked.
"I need you," he told the man, not quite wanting to focus on what he said. His back arched, hips squirming with every pull of lust, and he wanted to feel Leon's dick splitting him open again so badly that he couldn't fucking stand it. "I need you to fuck me now. I want you shoved so far up my ass that I can't feel anything but you pounding into me." He threw away every argument he'd made that night as unimportant. In a way, it was. Nothing mattered quite as much as how stricken with arousal Leon left him, and he'd been feeling it tearing at him from the moment Leon had stripped in his room. "Fuck me." Pushing his body at Leon wasn't as effective as he wanted it to be. "Fuckmefuckmefuckme."
The sheets were clinging to his sweat slick skin and he was half afraid that Leon hadn't meant what he said when he told Matt he wouldn't make him wait.
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Words didn't seem necessary. There wasn't any reply he could make that could echo the force of his lust any better than his body sliding into place behind Matt's and his hand gripping his hip to hold him steady while he pushed his cock inside him. The oil made him slick and he slid deep into him at once, thrusting his hips in smooth motion, grasping at the nape of his neck with his teeth. This man in his arms was his, this tight hot ass was his and he wanted to pound into it until lust and pleasure ravaged him and swept him clean of anything but need. Every barrier between them was something to break down just so he could hammer home how inseparable they were. Love was possession, was his body meeting Matt's in smacks of skin, was his cock hard and thick inside him and sliding so fucking deep while he gripped his hip and pulled him back to meet the penetrations. He fucked him rough and urgent, mouth dragging over his neck and shoulders and any part of him it could reach and his oil-slick fingers came around the man's dick, tightening mercilessly as they stroked him.
"This is what you need." It was a statement not a question, his voice so low it was barely audible, his mouth pressed to Matt's ear. "Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you've needed my cock in you and how it would kill you if I stopped." He wouldn't have stopped, though. Nothing could undo this, the way he moved inside this man and wrote ownership over him with every thrust, every stroke and every drag of his mouth. "Tell me how you belong to me."
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It was too easy to be destroyed by something as simple as the man's voice at his ear. He couldn't pretend anymore and he bit at the sheets and attempted to prevent himself from speaking for a moment longer. The thought of this ending was an ugly feeling inside of him though and he turned his head to say, "I belong to you," fingers pushing into each other from where they were clasped behind him. He pressed back into how Leon's dick moved into him and sucked in oxygen like he were drowning. "I need your cock so fucking bad that the thought you stopping makes me want to die." The words felt blind and he kept going out of instinct, attempting to fuck the man's hand throughout. "I don't want it to stop. I need you to keep fucking me until I pass out and I want to wake up to you fucking yourself on me and to keep fucking until its impossible to remember how to do anything else."
Wanting more than this man was an impossibility when he was already so fucking full on need for him that he was choked and wretched with his desire to touch him.
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"I can't stand how good you feel to me. I want to take everything you are and erase every piece of you that I'm not written all over. I could make you mindless with wanting me." Maybe each word was arrogance but it didn't feel that way with how he breathed them into Matt's skin, how his love for him was a wretched thing that was gouging at him with every thrust of his cock into the man's body. He thought of untying him to let him grasp at him while he fucked him but then he couldn't bear the thought of letting him go. The restraints made him Leon's prisoner and that was such a gorgeous and endearing thing, fucking through his helplessness, making him wait to be broken. Making him ask for it because he couldn't reach out and take it for himself. His hand reached between them and found Matt's bound wrists and curved over him as though to soothe him, still the way he struggled against the restraint.
Then he pushed Matt onto his stomach and rolled with him, ending up on top of him as though he wanted to smother him beneath the weight of his desire, the entire length of his body rocking against him so that his cock was in motion deep inside his ass. "Come for me," he said and his voice was low and there was a tenderness in it, in his hand still holding the man's hip and the other braced against the mattress while his mouth disheveled his hair and the nape of his neck, tasting the dampness of sweat there.
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"It'd be better if you did. I can't stand being like this. Being mostly yours isn't enough, I want you all over like a disease that'll kill me because that's what you feel like." Leon was a nightmare and he kept crawling back to him, in thoughts, in dreams, the way the man's cock hit into him feeling deep enough that it could leave the sensation of it behind in him. He was breathing and tasting sweat and he wasn't good for anything else but this. Rubbing and rubbing against the bed he tried to ignore Leon's words but in the end it was what he wanted too.
He was incapable of stopping his release. It came violently, drawn by the tenderness in Leon's voice, and he would have shivered and melted into the sheets in a puddle of sex and sweat if it hadn't dug through his skeleton and emptied him first. His cry wasn't quite muffled on the bed and he wished Leon's mouth had been on his to choke it down his throat instead but it wasn't and the belt was still digging into his skin and keeping him immobile under the man's cock like he were made to do nothing but feel.
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He moved onto his side again after long moments, pulling Matt with him and he stayed inside him, their hips pressed together, his cock lodged firmly in the man's ass. His fingers toyed with his balls as he let lethargy sink in and replace the tension and desire that had twisted through him. "I could leave you tied," he murmured presently, as though it were an offer. "I could make you helpless every time I fuck you and leave you waiting for me to come back and put my cock inside you and after a while you really would be mindless. You'd feel me all the time. You'd feel me moving in you and that would be all you'd need." It wasn't really a threat, it was just lust pouring out of him but the idea was attractive enough to make him want to see how true he could make it. He kissed Matt's shoulder. "You're too addictive like this, you know. Having to wait for what I decide to give you."
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The days crawled past too pointlessly for him to be looking for anything else in them. His entire existence was made for this man's cock buried up his ass and admitting it wasn't really anything new. It was just another extension of belonging to him. Being tied up every day was daunting though. He didn't know if he could do that. His breaths still felt erratic and he needed Leon to slip out of him before he became too fucking useless from being held like this. "I need a cigarette." It was an excuse but it meant too much and he was already tensing around the man's cock, rocking his hips up. "Get me one if you're not going to untie me."
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He eased back anyway, sliding out of him. The weight of his cock felt heavy and thick and it slipped easily out of the man's ass, still slick with oil and it was like his lust had never flagged, never been satiated at all. But he left the bed in spite of the way it ached, crossing the room naked to get at the wardrobe where he'd found the belt and the blue paint. Cigarettes and a lighter were in there, in a hidden compartment. More than one pack, and he was always provided what he needed or what he wanted when he was with this man, as though the very walls of this place breathed with his possession. When he came back to the bed he lifted Matt up against the headboard, letting him sit back with the pillows to support him. He lit a cigarette, sucking on it himself for a moment for a moment or two as he stood over the man.
"Here." He leaned close and put the cigarette between his lips. His mouth brushed over one of his eyelids and his tongue touched his skin, the strands of Matt's hair slipping through his fingers. He slid onto the bed to straddle his waist and gripped his hair in both hands, tipping his head back to let his mouth wander over every one of his features, everywhere except his lips.
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Pulled up to sit against the pillows, Matt could feel every lick of the belt Leon had sent crashing into his ass and thighs earlier. The sheets were rough against his skin and he grimaced but attempted to keep from squirming, even if he couldn't keep from shifting back into the pillows while taking a drag of the cigarette Leon put between his lips. It almost fell with a moan when Leon's weight was suddenly around his waist and pinning him to the bed, his eyes shutting under the light touches of the man's mouth while it wandered over his face.
He wanted to push Leon away but he also wanted to hold him hard to him. His face felt disgusting, like he'd been crying without being aware of it and the moisture had dried on his skin. It felt wrong to let Leon kiss over it but turning his head away was just welcoming the man to keep him like this for longer. "My ass hurts," he noted, hips making a useless motion off the bed. "Make it up to me." The belt was just as secure around his arms as it'd been earlier and if the cigarette hadn't been held haphazardly between his lips he would have tried to kiss the man.
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He put the cigarette back between his lips to let him breath it in a little longer and his eyes were on his face as his hand went down to his cock. He stroked it slowly without touching Matt, the other hand braced against the pillow at the side of his head. "I don't want to untie you. I'll make it up to you but I'm going to keep you like this for a little longer." How long was up for debate but despite the casual words he didn't think he could bear to let him go anytime soon. He thought of Matt's grimace when he'd lifted him up against the headboard and thought of the weals the belt had left on his ass and thighs and thought of how swollen they might be now, what it would be like to turn him over onto his stomach and study each one. His fingers caught the cigarette again and this time it was ground out in the ashtray at the side of the bed. He leaned close, touching his jaw. "I keep thinking of how your filthy and loose your asshole must be from me fucking it tonight. There's paint and lube all over you, you're a mess."
He licked at his mouth and then drew back, got off the bed. "Wait there," he told the man as though he had any choice, and he went to see what the bathroom looked like; it was more or less untransformed, candles burning on the sink but the rest looked like how it usually did. He studied the shower and its detachable shower head, looked at the faucet in the tub and thought of tying Matt's hands to it, making him kneel while he washed the paint off him and the come from between his thighs. He started the water running, cultivating it to a gentle warmth. When he came back to the bedroom he stood and studied Matt for a moment before finding the gag that he'd left discarded on the mattress. It still felt warm in his fingers and he took it and came to sit on the bed beside the other man, taking his chin in his hand.
"We're going into the bathroom." He put the strap over his mouth, secured it behind his head. There was still something so attractive about carrying the man over his shoulder when he couldn't even protest the treatment and so he did it again, lifting him to take him into the next room.
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"Fuck, where are you going?" The question died off when he saw Leon near the bathroom and Matt frowned, turning his attention to the cigarette Leon had set aside. Even if it hadn't been put out, it was disgustingly out of his reach, even if he'd meant to grab it with his teeth. Being tied down like this just felt uglier and uglier but at the same time it made him want Leon more. Groaning, Matt tipped his head back on the pillows, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the sound of Leon moving around in the other room. The faucet was soon running and when he looked over a moment later, Leon was already there and watching him. The sight of him made him shiver and go through the motions of pulling free, even if it was a hopeless cause.
He watched the man pick up the strap and there was already a protest on the tip of his tongue, a "why" that was caught by the strap over his mouth. He met Leon's eyes angrily briefly before he was lifted off the bed and carried out of the room. It was obvious why the man was carrying him there at least, even if the reason for the strap around his mouth wasn't. He twisted in Leon's grip after catching sight of himself in the mirror, the sight too fucking obscene for him to stomach.
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He didn't know what had made him want to put the gag back on him. He supposed it was just the attraction of him when he was so utterly helpless, unable even to protest anything Leon wanted to do with him. He had wanted to make him admit his need, and now he wanted to make him keep admitting it, to prove it to him over and over as though he needed it to weigh him down like chains. He bent and kissed his shoulder, and then he got to his feet and took down the showerhead and turned it on. It sprayed out warm and hard against the center of Matt's back and he got to his knees behind him to run it over him, washing away blue paint and sweat, the evidence of their fucking.
There was something unbearably intimate about cleaning a fuck off of Matt and he'd done it before but it never failed to turn him on. He wanted to wash him just to dirty him again, fuck him here in the tub with lather lingering on his skin. He left the showerhead spraying water on the floor of the tub while he took a bar of soap to glide it over the man bent before him, over his shoulders and down his back, reaching under him to lather his chest and stomach in circles. He rubbed it over his hips and with a soap-slick hand he took hold of his cock, fisting it slowly, the lather turning blue from the paint he had smeared all over him.
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The water fell warm and it was soothing in a way, cleansing away the way filth in implication from the way he was tied and gagged. He didn't mind the way the soap intruded over skin, moved along in Leon's hand, letting the man do things for him felt almost natural. His objection was with being incapable of leaving when he wanted to or to control the way the man touched him. Lifting slightly from where he'd sat back on his feet when Leon's hand went to his prick, he tensed slightly, waiting. The other man made it so easy to fall into a violent, destructive need for him, physical desire twisted into his own emotions for Leon, making him choke, making him ashamed of how easily he fell captive to it. He'd amounted to nothing in this life and it was thrown in his face ever time he lost himself to Leon's hands on his skin. The lives they'd lived together reflected it too, how fucking worthless he was outside of this, how he wasn't capable of living a life that didn't revolve around waiting for this man to come to him. The strap around his mouth was wet from his mouth and coated with need, sound stopped, but entirely and it was impossible to keep from thrusting into Leon's hand.
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He could have told him how much he wanted him like this, how he needed to see him struggling and breaking apart beneath his hands, lost to what Leon chose to give him, but words seemed superfluous when he could hold this man in the midst of his helplessness and every touch over his body was rife with intent. His mouth sucked at Matt's shoulder long enough to bring a bruise into his skin. It was impossible to think of the moment when he would finally have to let him go. He wanted to delay that moment for as long as possible, to keep pushing this man into pure raw need, to keep him from breaking away. The shower head was still spraying water on the floor of the tub and he picked it up and turned it between Matt's legs, the water gushing against his prick and his balls. He straightened to watch it, to watch him as he slid it up between his thighs until the spray of water was pressed against his asshole, and he wished this was something he could fuck the man with but he contented himself with this, one of his hands still gripping Matt's hip to hold him steady.
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With every touch he just wanted Leon more and he was melting into the steam, shuddering when the man sent the water crashing over his dick and balls. The precipice wasn't close anymore, it was behind him, and everything felt as unstable as it'd felt when they were in the room and he'd been over Leon's lap. He attempted to jerk away from how the water beat against his asshole despite the fact that he liked how it felt, the way he liked everything Leon did, pitiful sounds pushing against the strap that felt more uncomfortable now than it had earlier.
Thrusting into Leon's hand was just a pretense of alleviating desire because he would end up feeling it again and again but he wanted to reach the point where he couldn't even want being forced to his knees like this.
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He was so aroused he felt dazed. He reached around Matt to turn the spout until the gush of water stopped, the silence startling and draining by the same measure, his gaze captured again by the way droplets of water rolled slowly down the sounds of Matt's body. Getting to his feet felt like slow, clumsy work, his body weighed down with lust but when he was standing he put the showerhead back where it belonged and stepped out of the tub, leaving Matt bound there in the heat and the billows of humidity. He wanted the cigarettes out in the other room and he got them and took them back into the bathroom with the lighter, sitting on the toilet lit, dripping water as he lit one and sat there smoking and looking at Matt. The blue paint had washed off of the other man's skin but not off of his, making him wonder if it might be permanent. It didn't really concern him; desire was too distracting and he was inhaling it on every breath of nicotine, watching this man he wanted bound there, forced to wait on his knees and he knew there was something unmerciful and monstrous about him even if he couldn't really understand what it was about Matt that brought it out of him.
The cigarette burned down slowly, and he wanted to get back into the tub and fuck the man on his knees but he wanted this distance too, reaching over after a while to finger his asshole while he smoked.
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