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Because congratulations are in order for my dearest darling ink_on_the_page.
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"This is going to be fun," Travis says, wrapping his arms around William's waist from behind and kissing the thin skin behind his ear.
William snorts. "It's a blindfold, not a carnival ride," he points out, and he feels Travis's smile against his jaw.
"Oh, you'll get a ride, alright," he says, and then brings the scarf up to William's face. The soft, patterned silk of it looks inviting, even though (maybe even because) William knows exactly what Travis is going to do with it.
"Promises, promises," William says, flippant.
"One I intend to keep," Travis says easily, and then William's sight goes dark as Travis uses the scarf to cover his eyes, carefully wrapping it twice around William's head before tying it in a neat knot at the back. "Comfy?"
"Blind." William reaches back to hook his fingers in the waistband of Travis's jeans, looking for something to hold on to against the sudden feeling of vertigo as he adjusts to the blindfold, to sightlessness.
Travis gently turns him around in his arms and then brushes his mouth over William's. "I'll be your eyes." He puts his hands on William's hips to steady him as he shuffles them the few steps towards the bed. "Bed," he says, just as the back of William's knees hit the edge of the mattress.
William sits down, feeling the give of the bed under him, the texture of the sheets under his hands when he leans back a little, looking up at where he thinks Travis is standing. "Well?" he says.
"Lie down," Travis orders, and William knows this bed well enough to get himself laid out on his back, his arms spread out a little from his sides, relaxed. The pillow under his head makes the knot of the blindfold dig into the back of his skull, but it's hardly unbearable. Then he waits.
William lies there for a moment, still fully clothed, his lack of sight making him restless in his skin. "Trav-" he starts.
"Shhh," Travis says. "No talking."
He frowns. "What, you want me blind and mute?"
The mattress dips with Travis's weight, and his lips press unexpectedly against the inside of William's wrist, just above his tattoo. "No," he says, "I want you to trust me."
William lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I trust you," he says.
"Good," Travis says, and starts to go to work on the buttons of William's shirt, pushing it up and off William's shoulders when he's got it open.
The mattress shifts again when he's done, as he sits back. And this, this William knows, this habitual pause while Travis looks at William like he's something precious, looking greedily at William's bare skin like he doesn't know where he wants to taste first. Even without the blindfold, William wouldn't need to see-he would recognize the silence, the slight hitch in Travis's breath.
He feels himself start to flush a little as he gets hard in his jeans, just from being watched, and Travis makes a soft sound. "Yeah," he breathes, and then he leans over William's body, the shock of their bare skin pressing together-when did Travis take off his shirt?-enough to force a startled stutter of a moan from William's chest. "Gorgeous, you're gorgeous," Travis murmurs.
His fingers gently tilt William's chin up for a kiss that leaves William's mouth feeling ravaged. He's almost fully hard in his jeans now, his dick pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, and he can't help making another needy noise against Travis's mouth. "Travie," he says, "I need-" and he arches his hips up off the bed, trying to draw Travis's attention.
Travis laughs. "I know what you need," he says, and then with one last touch of his teeth to William's lower lip he pulls away, his hands going to the fly of William's jeans and slowly, slowly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper.
William groans and arches his hips again, so that Travis can pull his jeans and underwear down together.
As he wriggles out of his pants his left foot connects with something solid and fleshy. "Motherfucker," Travis swears.
"Sorry," William says breathlessly. "Sorry, sorry."
"I know you are," Travis says, his hand running down the lean curve of William's calf and lingering on the inside of his ankle. Without being told, William spreads his legs-slowly, this time, so he won't accidentally kick Travis again-and listens as Travis's breathing goes ragged.
"Your fault, anyway," William says.
"You're the one who kicked me," Travis says, walking his fingers up the inside of William's leg to his knee, pausing there like he's trying to decide whether or not to abuse his knowledge that William is very, very ticklish there. Probably a bad idea, since William can't be held responsible for any collateral damage when someone is tickling him, and Travis probably doesn't want to get kicked again.
"Blindfold," William says.
Travis makes a disgruntled noise. "Thought I told you to be quiet."
William opens his mouth to reply, but then thinks the better of it and bites his lip instead, as Travis's hand moves up the length of his thigh. Just when it seems like Travis is going to wrap his hand around William's cock-and that would be a good idea, better than blindfolds or telling William not to talk-his touch disappears. William can't help the disappointed sound he makes.
"Hush," Travis admonishes, and then in one quick movement, he circles his fingers around the base of William's cock and sucks the head into his mouth.
"Oh, God," William says, spreading his legs wider to give Travis more room. Travis has the best ideas ever.
Travis's tongue flicks along the underside of William's dick and then he takes William deeper, deep enough that his lips touch his hand, and William's eyes roll back in his head a little, just enough to see a sliver of light over the top of the blindfold. He flails a hand out, touching Travis's shoulder, sliding to the back of his neck, holding on as he feels Travis swallow around his cock. William feels like every nerve in his body is on high alert, and the extra intensity of it is so fucking good that he's panting and fighting to keep his hips still after only a couple of minutes.
He doesn't realize how tightly he's holding on until Travis makes a pained noise and pulls off, reaching up with his right hand to pry the fingers of William's left off his neck, sliding their hands together instead.
"You still with me?" Travis asks, squeezing William's hand, his voice sounding a little rough and used.
It gives William another jolt of arousal, and it takes a second for him to find his voice. "With you," he says, squeezing Travis's fingers back, and then cries out when Travis gently rubs the knuckles of his other hand behind his balls.
"How about this," Travis says, already pressing two dry fingertips against William's ass, just a little bit of pressure, not enough to push in.
William smiles. "Definitely with that."
Travis pulls away completely for a minute, and William feels bereft at the loss of him. Then he hears the pop of a cap and Travis is back with slick fingers, and William is entirely willing to forgive him. He makes a demanding sound and bears down on Travis's two fingers, until Travis murmurs, "Greedy," and slides in a third, leaning in to slowly swirl his tongue around the head of William's cock.
"Fuck," William says eloquently, forcing himself to keep his hips on the bed. "Want-I want you."
"You can have me," Travis says, sliding his fingers free and pulling away, and then he slides up the bed to William's right and casually manhandles William onto his side, hooking his arm under William's right leg to hold him open and make room for the blunt press of Travis's cock against his ass. "Ready?"
William nods, and then his mouth drops open on a cry as Travis's dick breaches him, stretching him open.
Travis gentles a hand down his side, soothing. "Okay?" he asks, nosing aside William's hair so he can press his lips against that sensitive spot behind his ear again. He's still pushing inside, slow but steady, until his hips are snug against William's ass. It feels like they're touching everywhere, William's back to Travis's chest, pressed tightly together with William's leg held in the crook of Travis's arm.
After taking a minute to adjust, William answers, "Okay." The stretch is still intense, made more so by his lack of sight, but he isn't hurting and he wants.
Travis kisses him again, trailing his lips down to the edge of William's jaw. "Gorgeous," he says again, and then begins to fuck William with languid rolls of his hips. The angle is just right, and Travis knows it, dragging his cock over the perfect spot inside over and over until William's blood is roaring in his ears, blind to everything but sensation-the rub of the sheets on his naked body, Travis inside him, the trickle of sweat under the blindfold, Travis cradling him close. It's too much.
He clumsily reaches for his cock with his left hand, awkward with his arm trapped under his body, but Travis bats his hand away, sliding his arm down a little so he can take William in hand. He's not supporting William's leg anymore, and William curls his own fingers behind his knee instead so he stays open.
There's so much he's feeling, everything so much more because he can't see, that it's hard to concentrate on keeping his knee pulled up, especially once Travis settles into a rhythm on William's cock that perfectly complements the rhythm of his strokes in and out of William's ass.
"Won't last," William manages to gasp out, as if the way he's strung out and trembling in Travis's arms weren't enough of an indication.
"That's kind of the point," Travis says, laughing deep in his chest. He twists his hand on William's cock, and William comes.
William's arm loses the tension he needs to keep his leg folded up, letting it fall in front of him as he comes down. Travis's hand moves to William's hip, his fingers still sticky with William's come, and moans as he thrusts into William's post-orgasmically pliant body. It's only a few minutes before Travis buries his face in William's hair and comes, too, groaning out his pleasure, rubbing his cheek against the blindfold.
It takes a few minutes for Travis to catch his breath, and then he kisses William's shoulder as he carefully pulls out. William rolls onto his back and reaches out blindly for him, smacking him in the chest.
"Ow," Travis says.
"Blindfold," William answers, unrepentant this time.
"I know," Travis says, and leans down to softly brush their mouths together. The mattress shifts, and Travis settles his weight across William's thighs. "Sit up, yeah?"
William sits up, and Travis reaches back behind his head to untie the blindfold, kissing him again as his clumsy fingers work the knot, apparently unable to resist William's mouth being so close.
"There," Travis says when he finally manages to undo the knot.
Eyes fluttering open and then squinting against even the low light in the room, William smiles.
Travis laughs at him. "That is an attractive face, right there," he says.
William shoves at his shoulder. "Ass, get off my lap."
"But I like it here," Travis says, leaning in for another kiss.
"Oh, well," William mumbles against Travis's mouth. "Then I guess you can stay."
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"This is going to be fun," Travis says, wrapping his arms around William's waist from behind and kissing the thin skin behind his ear.
William snorts. "It's a blindfold, not a carnival ride," he points out, and he feels Travis's smile against his jaw.
"Oh, you'll get a ride, alright," he says, and then brings the scarf up to William's face. The soft, patterned silk of it looks inviting, even though (maybe even because) William knows exactly what Travis is going to do with it.
"Promises, promises," William says, flippant.
"One I intend to keep," Travis says easily, and then William's sight goes dark as Travis uses the scarf to cover his eyes, carefully wrapping it twice around William's head before tying it in a neat knot at the back. "Comfy?"
"Blind." William reaches back to hook his fingers in the waistband of Travis's jeans, looking for something to hold on to against the sudden feeling of vertigo as he adjusts to the blindfold, to sightlessness.
Travis gently turns him around in his arms and then brushes his mouth over William's. "I'll be your eyes." He puts his hands on William's hips to steady him as he shuffles them the few steps towards the bed. "Bed," he says, just as the back of William's knees hit the edge of the mattress.
William sits down, feeling the give of the bed under him, the texture of the sheets under his hands when he leans back a little, looking up at where he thinks Travis is standing. "Well?" he says.
"Lie down," Travis orders, and William knows this bed well enough to get himself laid out on his back, his arms spread out a little from his sides, relaxed. The pillow under his head makes the knot of the blindfold dig into the back of his skull, but it's hardly unbearable. Then he waits.
William lies there for a moment, still fully clothed, his lack of sight making him restless in his skin. "Trav-" he starts.
"Shhh," Travis says. "No talking."
He frowns. "What, you want me blind and mute?"
The mattress dips with Travis's weight, and his lips press unexpectedly against the inside of William's wrist, just above his tattoo. "No," he says, "I want you to trust me."
William lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I trust you," he says.
"Good," Travis says, and starts to go to work on the buttons of William's shirt, pushing it up and off William's shoulders when he's got it open.
The mattress shifts again when he's done, as he sits back. And this, this William knows, this habitual pause while Travis looks at William like he's something precious, looking greedily at William's bare skin like he doesn't know where he wants to taste first. Even without the blindfold, William wouldn't need to see-he would recognize the silence, the slight hitch in Travis's breath.
He feels himself start to flush a little as he gets hard in his jeans, just from being watched, and Travis makes a soft sound. "Yeah," he breathes, and then he leans over William's body, the shock of their bare skin pressing together-when did Travis take off his shirt?-enough to force a startled stutter of a moan from William's chest. "Gorgeous, you're gorgeous," Travis murmurs.
His fingers gently tilt William's chin up for a kiss that leaves William's mouth feeling ravaged. He's almost fully hard in his jeans now, his dick pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, and he can't help making another needy noise against Travis's mouth. "Travie," he says, "I need-" and he arches his hips up off the bed, trying to draw Travis's attention.
Travis laughs. "I know what you need," he says, and then with one last touch of his teeth to William's lower lip he pulls away, his hands going to the fly of William's jeans and slowly, slowly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper.
William groans and arches his hips again, so that Travis can pull his jeans and underwear down together.
As he wriggles out of his pants his left foot connects with something solid and fleshy. "Motherfucker," Travis swears.
"Sorry," William says breathlessly. "Sorry, sorry."
"I know you are," Travis says, his hand running down the lean curve of William's calf and lingering on the inside of his ankle. Without being told, William spreads his legs-slowly, this time, so he won't accidentally kick Travis again-and listens as Travis's breathing goes ragged.
"Your fault, anyway," William says.
"You're the one who kicked me," Travis says, walking his fingers up the inside of William's leg to his knee, pausing there like he's trying to decide whether or not to abuse his knowledge that William is very, very ticklish there. Probably a bad idea, since William can't be held responsible for any collateral damage when someone is tickling him, and Travis probably doesn't want to get kicked again.
"Blindfold," William says.
Travis makes a disgruntled noise. "Thought I told you to be quiet."
William opens his mouth to reply, but then thinks the better of it and bites his lip instead, as Travis's hand moves up the length of his thigh. Just when it seems like Travis is going to wrap his hand around William's cock-and that would be a good idea, better than blindfolds or telling William not to talk-his touch disappears. William can't help the disappointed sound he makes.
"Hush," Travis admonishes, and then in one quick movement, he circles his fingers around the base of William's cock and sucks the head into his mouth.
"Oh, God," William says, spreading his legs wider to give Travis more room. Travis has the best ideas ever.
Travis's tongue flicks along the underside of William's dick and then he takes William deeper, deep enough that his lips touch his hand, and William's eyes roll back in his head a little, just enough to see a sliver of light over the top of the blindfold. He flails a hand out, touching Travis's shoulder, sliding to the back of his neck, holding on as he feels Travis swallow around his cock. William feels like every nerve in his body is on high alert, and the extra intensity of it is so fucking good that he's panting and fighting to keep his hips still after only a couple of minutes.
He doesn't realize how tightly he's holding on until Travis makes a pained noise and pulls off, reaching up with his right hand to pry the fingers of William's left off his neck, sliding their hands together instead.
"You still with me?" Travis asks, squeezing William's hand, his voice sounding a little rough and used.
It gives William another jolt of arousal, and it takes a second for him to find his voice. "With you," he says, squeezing Travis's fingers back, and then cries out when Travis gently rubs the knuckles of his other hand behind his balls.
"How about this," Travis says, already pressing two dry fingertips against William's ass, just a little bit of pressure, not enough to push in.
William smiles. "Definitely with that."
Travis pulls away completely for a minute, and William feels bereft at the loss of him. Then he hears the pop of a cap and Travis is back with slick fingers, and William is entirely willing to forgive him. He makes a demanding sound and bears down on Travis's two fingers, until Travis murmurs, "Greedy," and slides in a third, leaning in to slowly swirl his tongue around the head of William's cock.
"Fuck," William says eloquently, forcing himself to keep his hips on the bed. "Want-I want you."
"You can have me," Travis says, sliding his fingers free and pulling away, and then he slides up the bed to William's right and casually manhandles William onto his side, hooking his arm under William's right leg to hold him open and make room for the blunt press of Travis's cock against his ass. "Ready?"
William nods, and then his mouth drops open on a cry as Travis's dick breaches him, stretching him open.
Travis gentles a hand down his side, soothing. "Okay?" he asks, nosing aside William's hair so he can press his lips against that sensitive spot behind his ear again. He's still pushing inside, slow but steady, until his hips are snug against William's ass. It feels like they're touching everywhere, William's back to Travis's chest, pressed tightly together with William's leg held in the crook of Travis's arm.
After taking a minute to adjust, William answers, "Okay." The stretch is still intense, made more so by his lack of sight, but he isn't hurting and he wants.
Travis kisses him again, trailing his lips down to the edge of William's jaw. "Gorgeous," he says again, and then begins to fuck William with languid rolls of his hips. The angle is just right, and Travis knows it, dragging his cock over the perfect spot inside over and over until William's blood is roaring in his ears, blind to everything but sensation-the rub of the sheets on his naked body, Travis inside him, the trickle of sweat under the blindfold, Travis cradling him close. It's too much.
He clumsily reaches for his cock with his left hand, awkward with his arm trapped under his body, but Travis bats his hand away, sliding his arm down a little so he can take William in hand. He's not supporting William's leg anymore, and William curls his own fingers behind his knee instead so he stays open.
There's so much he's feeling, everything so much more because he can't see, that it's hard to concentrate on keeping his knee pulled up, especially once Travis settles into a rhythm on William's cock that perfectly complements the rhythm of his strokes in and out of William's ass.
"Won't last," William manages to gasp out, as if the way he's strung out and trembling in Travis's arms weren't enough of an indication.
"That's kind of the point," Travis says, laughing deep in his chest. He twists his hand on William's cock, and William comes.
William's arm loses the tension he needs to keep his leg folded up, letting it fall in front of him as he comes down. Travis's hand moves to William's hip, his fingers still sticky with William's come, and moans as he thrusts into William's post-orgasmically pliant body. It's only a few minutes before Travis buries his face in William's hair and comes, too, groaning out his pleasure, rubbing his cheek against the blindfold.
It takes a few minutes for Travis to catch his breath, and then he kisses William's shoulder as he carefully pulls out. William rolls onto his back and reaches out blindly for him, smacking him in the chest.
"Ow," Travis says.
"Blindfold," William answers, unrepentant this time.
"I know," Travis says, and leans down to softly brush their mouths together. The mattress shifts, and Travis settles his weight across William's thighs. "Sit up, yeah?"
William sits up, and Travis reaches back behind his head to untie the blindfold, kissing him again as his clumsy fingers work the knot, apparently unable to resist William's mouth being so close.
"There," Travis says when he finally manages to undo the knot.
Eyes fluttering open and then squinting against even the low light in the room, William smiles.
Travis laughs at him. "That is an attractive face, right there," he says.
William shoves at his shoulder. "Ass, get off my lap."
"But I like it here," Travis says, leaning in for another kiss.
"Oh, well," William mumbles against Travis's mouth. "Then I guess you can stay."