Prompt #6
Title: All tied up
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rymon
Summary: Prompt 6, Ryan discovers Simon likes to be tied up. Instead of apologizing, Simon lets Ryan tie him up after being rude to him on the show.
Author's Note: Concrit and all comments more than welcome. Although I'm not new at writing fic, this is my first attempt at writing Rymon, I'm becoming somewhat psychotically obsessed with them, so this probably won't be my last Rymon fic ;)
Crossposted.
Ryan untied the tie around his neck, grinning delightedly in anticipation of things to come. He was frankly amazed that Simon had agreed to being tied up, even if he had done it to make up for his crack on last night’s show.
Ryan had grinned, thrown water over Simon and laughed it off, but Simon had practically apologized afterwards, so naturally he had taken advantage of the situation.
“On the bed, Cowell.”
“My, my, someone’s bossy.” Despite the acidic tone, he did sit on the bed, and moved back a little. “If I’m going to do this, I want you naked, now.”
“You’re not the one who’s giving orders now, you know,”
“Off you go, strip.”
Ryan would never admit it, but when Simon used that authoritative tone on him, he was helpless to resist. He pulled his clothes off quickly, shirt and pants on a heap on the floor, his boxers and socks joining them. He was already half hard, feeling himself swell even more under Simon’s appreciative gaze.
He crawled on the bed, rubbing his body against Simon’s as he did.
“Hands up,” he ordered Simon.
He did as Ryan instructed, quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing. When Ryan had finished looping the tie around his wrists, he moved back down a bit and brushed his lips against Simon’s. He kept the kiss soft, exploring his mouth slowly before Simon took control of the kiss and sucked Ryan’s tongue into his mouth.
Ryan almost lost himself in the kiss, the slow stroking of tongues and nibbling on each others lips before he remembered he was supposed to be in control tonight.
For once Simon was wearing a buttoned shirt opposed to his normal tight t-shirts, so Ryan unbuttoned it and pushed it back to expose the older man’s brawny chest.
Having Simon’s arms tied above him as they were made his pectoral and abdominal muscles more defined, and Ryan made sure to trace his tongue along every ridge of muscle, working his way ever so slowly down the treasure trail of hair on his lower stomach.
Simon was making little noises in the back of his throat that turned more into growls as Ryan went further down his body.
“Ryan, you bloody cock tease, I swear if you don’t have my cock in your mouth in the next few seconds there will be dire consequences.” Simon threatened.
“Threats, Simon?” Ryan quirked his eyebrow at him innocently. “Do you think you’re in a very good position to make threats right now?”
Simon just glared at him, his brown eyes almost black with lust and Ryan dipped his head back down and raked his teeth over one of his nipples to show his displeasure.
He was rewarded with a hiss, and when he looked up Simon had clenched his eyes shut.
Having Simon so completely at his mercy, for however short a time, was hands down the hottest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to make the most of it while it lasted.
Ryan traced the ridge of the other mans erection through his boxers with one finger, before hooking his thumbs in the waistband to drag them down slowly.
“Ryaaan...”
Hearing the almost pleading note in Simon’s voice at the same time as his erection was finally free of the restrictive boxers; completely hard and seemingly begging for attention made Ryan swallow, hard. Dragging this out seemed almost masochistic, but he couldn’t back down now.
“Lift.” He said shortly, his tone authoritative. Simon complied, and he was relieved of the boxers, finally completely naked before him.
Ryan sank down to his knees in front of him, and he heard a soft sound of relief from Simon. Beginning at the knee, he slowly dragged his tongue up his thigh. Before he was halfway up he felt the muscles in Simon’s leg start twitching; he was getting to him.
Satisfied with the older man’s response, he decided against teasing him more for now, and took the tip of Simon’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head lightly.
Simon’s guttural groan as he let his mouth take him in slowly, inch by inch, made his own cock twitch; he wasn’t sure who wanted this more at this point, him or Simon.
The purely male scent of Simon invaded his senses as he tasted him more thoroughly, a few hot salty drops of pre-cum landed on his tongue and he swallowed eagerly.
Tracing the vain on the underside of his cock, Ryan took pity on him and sucked him into his mouth as deeply as he could, closing his fist around the base and working his hand on him in time with the suction of his his mouth.
A low moan sounded from Simon, and Ryan knew he was close. Stopping the suction, he hummed, taking him a little deeper so he could better feel the vibrations.
Simon’s whole body tensed as he gave a strangled shout. Ryan smothered his smug grin, and with a last flick of his tongue against the head of Simon’s cock, released him from his mouth.
Ryan looked up at him, and stopped for a moment to admire the view, so to speak. Simon’s muscles were flexing as he strained against his restraints, chest heaving as he panted, a fine sheen of sweat making his tanned skin glisten.
“Turn around.” Ryan ordered.
“Right, who made you Queen of England?” Simon drawled, not moving an inch.
“If you don’t turn around, I won’t be able to do that thing you like with my tongue.”
Finally Simon did flip on his stomach, the tie that Ryan had tied his hands with now twisted so he could barely move his hands at all. Under any other circumstances he would have found being this powerless utterly intolerable, but with Ryan’s talented tongue already sliding up his thigh, he couldn’t really care about anything but where exactly that mouth was headed...
Ryan ran his hands up his back, feeling the contrast of hard muscles under soft skin, before going down again and spreading his cheeks.
He had always been rather squeamish about rimming. It was unhygienic and at times messy; he had never seen it’s appeal, until Simon.
Simon could get him so hot just by rimming that Ryan felt like he was always on the verge of coming, just from that. One night he had returned the favor, and Ryan still got hard at the memory. Having that hot, muscular body completely at his mercy, hearing Simon moan like that just for him...
He kissed each cheek softly before moving downwards, to his real destination. Even before his tongue touched his pucked little hole, Simon let out a low moan.
“Yeessss, Ryan...”
Ryan didn’t even try to smother his smug grin as Simon raised his hips slightly in anticipation.
“Easy there, darlin’. You want my mouth on you?” He flicked his tongue over Simon’s hole quickly, before continuing his little monologue. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to use my cock instead. I’m going to take my time though, I want to taste you. Make you squirm under me, make you moan and growl and make all those little noises that get me so hot I want to explode.”
“Christ,” Simon gritted out.
Ryan bent his head, and slid only the very tip of his tongue inside Simon, probing gently before withdrawing.
He could feel Simon’s whole body tensing beneath him, and nipped his buttock, not bothering to be gentle. Simon jerked, startled.
“I really love your ass, you know.” Ryan said conversationally, while sliding his hand up Simon’s leg to caress his balls. His cock might be trapped between his stomach and the bed, but Ryan was determined to play with the rest of him. “Not really hairy at all, always nice and clean. Oh, and I really love how you clench around my fingers when I do this,” Ryan continued as he thrust his pinky finger inside Simon suddenly.
“Ryan, I agreed to let you tie me up, not torture me.” Simon growled at him.
“You love to be tied up, don’t deny it.”
“Nonsense.” His words were belied by his bucking hips, desperate for a little more then the single finger Ryan was teasing him with.
“Oh, really? You’re not usually this worked up until later.” Ryan grinned.
He decided it was enough teasing for now, and replaced his finger with his mouth. Ryan swirled his tongue over his hole, getting Simon to relax a bit. A few moments later, he wasn’t clenching in frustration anymore. Again Ryan thrust the tip of his tongue inside him, but instead of withdrawing he went a little deeper. With every thrust he went a little deeper, fucking him slowly with his tongue as he had promised.
He sped up, darting his tongue inside him faster and faster, reveling in the guttural groans Simon was making.
Ryan knew him well enough to know that Simon wanted more now, he was thrusting his hips up against him desperately.
He sat up, and raised Simon’s hips up so he was almost on all fours in front of him. Grabbing the lube, Ryan smeared a good amount on his finger before thrusting it inside Simon.
“Ahh, Ryan, Christ yess...”
He inserted another finger and thrust them into Simon as far as he could, trying to rub against his prostrate. Simon let out a strangled shout, letting Ryan know he had found it. Using his other hand, Ryan finally reached for his cock, grasping it firmly and started pumping him rapidly in time with the fingers that were sliding expertly in and out of him.
It only took a few seconds for Simon to explode, his whole body shuddered with the force of his orgasm as he cried out his release.
Ryan released his cock, knowing that Simon was extremely sensitive right after coming. When he withdrew his fingers from him, Simon turned around again before slumping down; watching Ryan through half closed eyes.
Not missing an opportunity to show off, Ryan cleaned his sticky fingers with his mouth; licking off every drop of Simon’s semen slowly until his hand was clean.
“I’m almost fifty, you know. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I know CPR.” Ryan grinned.
“Oh goodie,” Simon drawled. “Now untie me.”
Ryan didn’t push his luck by teasing his further, but reached up and undid the tie that held Simon’s hands bound to the headboard; using the opportunity to rub his achingly hard cock against his hip.
“Feeling a little unsatisfied, are we?” Simon teased.
As soon as he was free, he flipped them over, so he was looking down on Ryan.
Simon trailed his hand down Ryan’s torso tortuously slowly, determined to get back at him for all the teasing.
He finally grasped his cock, but held him in a very light grip. “If you think that’s teasing, you’re so wrong,” Ryan told him. “I’m so worked up I could come just from this.”
“Naughty, naughty boy,” Simon murmured in his ear, making Ryan shiver against him.
Simon slid down the bed, taking Ryan’s cock into his mouth hungrily. He had barely started when Ryan arched his back, a telltale sign he was about to come. Sucking him in as far as he could go, Ryan groaned, and Simon felt the hot spray of his release hit the back of his throat. Simon swallowed all of it, as he always did, and released him from his mouth gently when he was clean.
Ryan was slumped bonelessly on the bed, breathing heavily. Simon lay down next to him and rested his arm on his stomach, the closest he would ever get to cuddling.
“I wouldn’t be adverse to trying that again,” Simon told him, a grin twitching at the corners of his lips.
“Mmhm. Next time, I’ll let you tie me up.”
“Even better.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rymon
Summary: Prompt 6, Ryan discovers Simon likes to be tied up. Instead of apologizing, Simon lets Ryan tie him up after being rude to him on the show.
Author's Note: Concrit and all comments more than welcome. Although I'm not new at writing fic, this is my first attempt at writing Rymon, I'm becoming somewhat psychotically obsessed with them, so this probably won't be my last Rymon fic ;)
Crossposted.
Ryan untied the tie around his neck, grinning delightedly in anticipation of things to come. He was frankly amazed that Simon had agreed to being tied up, even if he had done it to make up for his crack on last night’s show.
Ryan had grinned, thrown water over Simon and laughed it off, but Simon had practically apologized afterwards, so naturally he had taken advantage of the situation.
“On the bed, Cowell.”
“My, my, someone’s bossy.” Despite the acidic tone, he did sit on the bed, and moved back a little. “If I’m going to do this, I want you naked, now.”
“You’re not the one who’s giving orders now, you know,”
“Off you go, strip.”
Ryan would never admit it, but when Simon used that authoritative tone on him, he was helpless to resist. He pulled his clothes off quickly, shirt and pants on a heap on the floor, his boxers and socks joining them. He was already half hard, feeling himself swell even more under Simon’s appreciative gaze.
He crawled on the bed, rubbing his body against Simon’s as he did.
“Hands up,” he ordered Simon.
He did as Ryan instructed, quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing. When Ryan had finished looping the tie around his wrists, he moved back down a bit and brushed his lips against Simon’s. He kept the kiss soft, exploring his mouth slowly before Simon took control of the kiss and sucked Ryan’s tongue into his mouth.
Ryan almost lost himself in the kiss, the slow stroking of tongues and nibbling on each others lips before he remembered he was supposed to be in control tonight.
For once Simon was wearing a buttoned shirt opposed to his normal tight t-shirts, so Ryan unbuttoned it and pushed it back to expose the older man’s brawny chest.
Having Simon’s arms tied above him as they were made his pectoral and abdominal muscles more defined, and Ryan made sure to trace his tongue along every ridge of muscle, working his way ever so slowly down the treasure trail of hair on his lower stomach.
Simon was making little noises in the back of his throat that turned more into growls as Ryan went further down his body.
“Ryan, you bloody cock tease, I swear if you don’t have my cock in your mouth in the next few seconds there will be dire consequences.” Simon threatened.
“Threats, Simon?” Ryan quirked his eyebrow at him innocently. “Do you think you’re in a very good position to make threats right now?”
Simon just glared at him, his brown eyes almost black with lust and Ryan dipped his head back down and raked his teeth over one of his nipples to show his displeasure.
He was rewarded with a hiss, and when he looked up Simon had clenched his eyes shut.
Having Simon so completely at his mercy, for however short a time, was hands down the hottest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to make the most of it while it lasted.
Ryan traced the ridge of the other mans erection through his boxers with one finger, before hooking his thumbs in the waistband to drag them down slowly.
“Ryaaan...”
Hearing the almost pleading note in Simon’s voice at the same time as his erection was finally free of the restrictive boxers; completely hard and seemingly begging for attention made Ryan swallow, hard. Dragging this out seemed almost masochistic, but he couldn’t back down now.
“Lift.” He said shortly, his tone authoritative. Simon complied, and he was relieved of the boxers, finally completely naked before him.
Ryan sank down to his knees in front of him, and he heard a soft sound of relief from Simon. Beginning at the knee, he slowly dragged his tongue up his thigh. Before he was halfway up he felt the muscles in Simon’s leg start twitching; he was getting to him.
Satisfied with the older man’s response, he decided against teasing him more for now, and took the tip of Simon’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head lightly.
Simon’s guttural groan as he let his mouth take him in slowly, inch by inch, made his own cock twitch; he wasn’t sure who wanted this more at this point, him or Simon.
The purely male scent of Simon invaded his senses as he tasted him more thoroughly, a few hot salty drops of pre-cum landed on his tongue and he swallowed eagerly.
Tracing the vain on the underside of his cock, Ryan took pity on him and sucked him into his mouth as deeply as he could, closing his fist around the base and working his hand on him in time with the suction of his his mouth.
A low moan sounded from Simon, and Ryan knew he was close. Stopping the suction, he hummed, taking him a little deeper so he could better feel the vibrations.
Simon’s whole body tensed as he gave a strangled shout. Ryan smothered his smug grin, and with a last flick of his tongue against the head of Simon’s cock, released him from his mouth.
Ryan looked up at him, and stopped for a moment to admire the view, so to speak. Simon’s muscles were flexing as he strained against his restraints, chest heaving as he panted, a fine sheen of sweat making his tanned skin glisten.
“Turn around.” Ryan ordered.
“Right, who made you Queen of England?” Simon drawled, not moving an inch.
“If you don’t turn around, I won’t be able to do that thing you like with my tongue.”
Finally Simon did flip on his stomach, the tie that Ryan had tied his hands with now twisted so he could barely move his hands at all. Under any other circumstances he would have found being this powerless utterly intolerable, but with Ryan’s talented tongue already sliding up his thigh, he couldn’t really care about anything but where exactly that mouth was headed...
Ryan ran his hands up his back, feeling the contrast of hard muscles under soft skin, before going down again and spreading his cheeks.
He had always been rather squeamish about rimming. It was unhygienic and at times messy; he had never seen it’s appeal, until Simon.
Simon could get him so hot just by rimming that Ryan felt like he was always on the verge of coming, just from that. One night he had returned the favor, and Ryan still got hard at the memory. Having that hot, muscular body completely at his mercy, hearing Simon moan like that just for him...
He kissed each cheek softly before moving downwards, to his real destination. Even before his tongue touched his pucked little hole, Simon let out a low moan.
“Yeessss, Ryan...”
Ryan didn’t even try to smother his smug grin as Simon raised his hips slightly in anticipation.
“Easy there, darlin’. You want my mouth on you?” He flicked his tongue over Simon’s hole quickly, before continuing his little monologue. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you beg me to use my cock instead. I’m going to take my time though, I want to taste you. Make you squirm under me, make you moan and growl and make all those little noises that get me so hot I want to explode.”
“Christ,” Simon gritted out.
Ryan bent his head, and slid only the very tip of his tongue inside Simon, probing gently before withdrawing.
He could feel Simon’s whole body tensing beneath him, and nipped his buttock, not bothering to be gentle. Simon jerked, startled.
“I really love your ass, you know.” Ryan said conversationally, while sliding his hand up Simon’s leg to caress his balls. His cock might be trapped between his stomach and the bed, but Ryan was determined to play with the rest of him. “Not really hairy at all, always nice and clean. Oh, and I really love how you clench around my fingers when I do this,” Ryan continued as he thrust his pinky finger inside Simon suddenly.
“Ryan, I agreed to let you tie me up, not torture me.” Simon growled at him.
“You love to be tied up, don’t deny it.”
“Nonsense.” His words were belied by his bucking hips, desperate for a little more then the single finger Ryan was teasing him with.
“Oh, really? You’re not usually this worked up until later.” Ryan grinned.
He decided it was enough teasing for now, and replaced his finger with his mouth. Ryan swirled his tongue over his hole, getting Simon to relax a bit. A few moments later, he wasn’t clenching in frustration anymore. Again Ryan thrust the tip of his tongue inside him, but instead of withdrawing he went a little deeper. With every thrust he went a little deeper, fucking him slowly with his tongue as he had promised.
He sped up, darting his tongue inside him faster and faster, reveling in the guttural groans Simon was making.
Ryan knew him well enough to know that Simon wanted more now, he was thrusting his hips up against him desperately.
He sat up, and raised Simon’s hips up so he was almost on all fours in front of him. Grabbing the lube, Ryan smeared a good amount on his finger before thrusting it inside Simon.
“Ahh, Ryan, Christ yess...”
He inserted another finger and thrust them into Simon as far as he could, trying to rub against his prostrate. Simon let out a strangled shout, letting Ryan know he had found it. Using his other hand, Ryan finally reached for his cock, grasping it firmly and started pumping him rapidly in time with the fingers that were sliding expertly in and out of him.
It only took a few seconds for Simon to explode, his whole body shuddered with the force of his orgasm as he cried out his release.
Ryan released his cock, knowing that Simon was extremely sensitive right after coming. When he withdrew his fingers from him, Simon turned around again before slumping down; watching Ryan through half closed eyes.
Not missing an opportunity to show off, Ryan cleaned his sticky fingers with his mouth; licking off every drop of Simon’s semen slowly until his hand was clean.
“I’m almost fifty, you know. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I know CPR.” Ryan grinned.
“Oh goodie,” Simon drawled. “Now untie me.”
Ryan didn’t push his luck by teasing his further, but reached up and undid the tie that held Simon’s hands bound to the headboard; using the opportunity to rub his achingly hard cock against his hip.
“Feeling a little unsatisfied, are we?” Simon teased.
As soon as he was free, he flipped them over, so he was looking down on Ryan.
Simon trailed his hand down Ryan’s torso tortuously slowly, determined to get back at him for all the teasing.
He finally grasped his cock, but held him in a very light grip. “If you think that’s teasing, you’re so wrong,” Ryan told him. “I’m so worked up I could come just from this.”
“Naughty, naughty boy,” Simon murmured in his ear, making Ryan shiver against him.
Simon slid down the bed, taking Ryan’s cock into his mouth hungrily. He had barely started when Ryan arched his back, a telltale sign he was about to come. Sucking him in as far as he could go, Ryan groaned, and Simon felt the hot spray of his release hit the back of his throat. Simon swallowed all of it, as he always did, and released him from his mouth gently when he was clean.
Ryan was slumped bonelessly on the bed, breathing heavily. Simon lay down next to him and rested his arm on his stomach, the closest he would ever get to cuddling.
“I wouldn’t be adverse to trying that again,” Simon told him, a grin twitching at the corners of his lips.
“Mmhm. Next time, I’ll let you tie me up.”
“Even better.”