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In case you’re wondering, no, I do not have any idea as to what I am doing and, yes, I do have issues. This was my first attempt at writing smut/sex/anything beyond a kiss, so bear with me. It’s not even a complete fic, it’s just me practicing writing.
Pairing: Candy (Cody+Randy)
Warning: The following contains male/male and bondage. Also, characters may be OOC because I’m fairly new to this writing stuff.
Clink, a metal latch locking into place. The hollow ringing, another clink. A moment of silence. A chain rustling. Another hollow sound, and he falls still. All is still.
Breathing, deep and slow. Footsteps, and a faint humming, low and almost peaceful. Lips part, and words spill out; it’s a song he doesn’t recognize. Words he only half-remembers, like he’s heard them before. Too long ago to recall when or where.
He watches in silence. Watches his lover sing to himself, watches him slowly undo the buttons of his shirt with an almost unsettling sense of calm. There’s no urgency in his movements, no rush. His shirt falls open, and he’s sliding it off his arms with a hint of a smile on his face. The rustle of fabric when he drops his shirt to the floor. The click of his belt buckle as he unfastens it, and lets it fall loose. The sliding of denim and the crumpling of jeans, as he tugs them down and lets them collapse at his feet. Steps out of them, wearing nothing but his briefs as he steps forward, muscular body tense as he comes closer.
So close that Cody feels his breath against the side of his face. But Randy doesn’t kiss him. Doesn’t touch, that fragile space between them agonizingly slight. So slight, like it could be broken any second. It could be shattered.
But he doesn’t touch.
Cody’s eyes are falling down to Randy’s waistline, as he’s sliding a hand beneath the edge of his briefs, tugging on them slowly, painfully slowly.
Randy even laughs a little, as he slides them down and off. His erection in full view, shining with a drop of precum on the tip. Teasing, you’re teasing now-
He’s so close now. So close, Cody can almost feel it against his body. He can imagine what it feels like pressing against his stomach, that familiar warmth against his skin- Can imagine the taste of it, his senses overwhelmed with a scent he knows, a scent he recognizes.
A whisper against his ear, “This is a nice view.”
Legs spread wide, wide apart and muscles tight. Metal rings around his ankles, and a bar between his feet. He’s standing up straight, to the best of his ability; but the weight of his body is off-balance. His arms pressed tight behind his back, hands bound together with two metal loops and a chain that’s suspended from a latch on the ceiling. There’s no give; the chain’s as taut and tight as the bar between his legs.
In his mouth, a strip of black leather slowly dampening with his own spit, as he watches his lover take a step back, with a whistle. “I could…” his voice trails off in a low murmur. His eyes traveling down his body almost indecently, lust apparent in the flushed expression on his face, “learn to appreciate this.”
But don’t you already- From the way he’s acting-
Randy is circling around behind him. Cody follows his movement for as long as he can, until he vanishes from the edge of his field of vision. He hears footsteps; careful steps, hears him breathing as he steps closer.
Starts to shiver when he feels a brush of air against the back of his neck, a gentle sigh that dances over his skin. Slow breathing, so close he can feel every exhale. Against his neck, and then his shoulders.
Touch me.
But he doesn’t.
Kiss me.
But he doesn’t.
Not yet. He continues the game. Another murmur against his ear, “Hey, baby,” his voice warm and low, “You look beautiful.”
Something in his voice makes him shiver.
“But you look tense.” His breath close against his neck, so close he can imagine the feel of his lips, “Relax.” He even lingers-Cody can swear he lingers there-for an extended moment in time, breathing slow and serene, slow and serene until he moves away.
Touch-
A hand that’s hovering over his chest. Hovering still, as if he’s trying to plan his actions carefully. That moment of indecision. That moment of doubt.
The hint of a grin on Randy’s face as his eyes trace over his body one more time.
Touch me.
Howling, screaming, shivering, shaking pleasure, as Cody moans and cries into the gag in his mouth, body penetrated and pushed and shoved and fucked mercilessly as two firm hands hold him in place at the waist, digging in deep and strong enough to bruise. The rattle of the chains and the sounds of sex, skin against skin and the scent of lubricant and cum and sweat. Hands that roam his body, scratch his flesh and a mouth that kisses and bites as Cody whines and whimpers from the impulses of pain and joy and an almost supernatural sense of fulfillment, of being filled and consumed and treasured and loved all at once.
Touch me.
But not yet.
A smirk on Randy’s face as he gives a small laugh, and the game continues.