Drabble: Bite, NC-17, by Burntsm0re
The leather strap around John’s wrists was just tight enough to keep him from pulling free but loose enough there would be no marks.
“Fuck, Rodney,” he gasped, writhing on his belly. His ass clenched around the cock stuffing it.
“Shhh,” Rodney hissed, knees settling between Johns’s spread legs as he pushed deeper. His trembling hands guided his bound wrists to John’s mouth, the long edge of the strap enough to slip between his lips. “Better?” Rodney asked, circling his hips and stretching John wider.
John felt the soft leather mold to his teeth as he bit down and shook.