RP: Distractions

[shh_terry]

Date: April 13, 2005
Character(s): Blaise Zabini, Terry Boot
Location: Antiquity
Status: Private. Very, very private.
Summary: Terry tries to accomplish some work. Blaise doesn't seem intent on letting him, and Terry reallydoesn't mind.
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_terry]

Terry’s head whipped around, following the sound of Blaise’s voice, even if he couldn’t see him. “I forgot,” Terry admitted honestly. “Pants didn’t seem important at the time.”

“Only with you,” Terry said. “Never did anything like this with Megan or anyone else. Only you bring it out in me. That’s why I’m your slut, your whore.” He struggled against the bonds, wanting to reach out and find Blaise, stroke him, bring him to his mouth.

“Yes, anything. Anything you want, it’s all for you.” He heard material slither to the ground and knew Blaise was naked, his hard cock jutting forward, begging for Terry’s mouth or ass to close around it.

He jumped as much as the bonds let him as Blaise’s hands played with his feet, stroking his instep. He giggled a bit, as the touch was slightly ticklish. “Yes, all of me is all for you.” He groaned at Blaise’s husky voice, loving that he could bring such obvious reactions out of his lover. And he was pretty sure he was the only lover Blaise had had who effected him that way. “Always yours,” Terry whispered as Blaise’s hands ran up his legs, over his calves, knees, thighs, hips, but never between his legs.

Blaise was silent for a long time, and Terry wondered what he was thinking, if he was thinking about them and how strongly they’d come to feel about one another. Terry knew Blaise was slightly confused and scared by the depth of feeling Terry had for him, but he knew that Blaise was handling it best he could, and that he wouldn’t lose him now. Because Blaise was as much Terry’s as Terry was Blaise’s, if in a different way. They didn’t hold back from each other anymore, gave of themselves to the other, and it was so much better than anything Terry had ever dreamed of imagining.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his heart beating strongly from the anticipation of not knowing when or where Blaise would touch him next.

Terry squirmed as Blaise’s hands flattened on his abdomen, pressing him back into the chair. He gasped and giggled as Blaise ran the quill over his stomach, tracing letters over his skin. “Forever,” Terry cried, knowing that Blaise was writing his name, over and over again. “I’ve always been yours. Since that first time in Ogden’s library. I just didn’t know it then. It took me a long time to figure it out.”

Terry gasped as the image Blaise presented flashed before his eyes. “Yes,” Terry cried, surprised at how much he wanted that, how much he wanted to feel Blaise’s hand come down on his ass, branding him with every smack. “Oh Merlin yes! Please, Blaise. Punish me for being neglectful. Teach me a lesson.”

Terry arched against Blaise as much as he could through the bonds, gasping in pleasure as Blaise scratched over his nipples, the small flat bumps hardening and peaking up towards Blaise’s palms.

“Oh bloody hell, yes,” Terry cried, his cock jumping against his stomach and leaving a trail of precum along his lower stomach. “Please, Blaise, no more talking. I’ll be good for you, I just I need more. I need your hand on my arse, making me know that I’m yours, that you want me as much as I want you. Please.”

“No, don’t feel bad. I deserve it. I neglected you, left you alone in our bed, cold and wanting. And I didn’t even get my work done, I’ve been very irresponsible.” Terry gasped as Blaise’s fingers brushed over the mark on his neck, a fission of pleasure running down his spine. “I want that, want to feel the smacks and the strokes, my cock rubbing against the hard, smooth wood of your desk, knowing that you could do anything to me in that position, but won’t do anything that I wouldn’t like, wouldn’t need.”

“Blaise, please, now. I need it now!” Terry felt needier and more desperate than he ever had. He wanted Blaise to spank him, to own him, and he was slightly embarrassed at the extent of that need. But he knew Blaise would never take advantage, never hurt him purposefully. That Blaise would take control, but stop if Terry needed him to. But Terry didn’t expect to ever need to stop Blaise. “Please.”

[shh_blaise]

“Hmm,” Blaise mused idly as he considered Terry’s question. He regarded his lover a second and wondered what in Morganna’s name he was thinking? What he was doing? And how this had happened? Blaise didn’t answer though. Couldn’t quite bring himself to say exactly what he had been thinking. Instead he just pressed closer, bit a little harder, held their cocks together a little firmer.

As Terry kept talking Blaise found himself chuckling against his neck. He didn’t think he’d met anyone able to talk as much as Terry. It was like every little thought and reaction he had poured out his mouth without censor. It was attractive. Always had been. Refreshing and potentially useful, though Blaise’s preoccupation with the usefulness had faded somewhat. That had been and was still a perk, but it had also been an excuse. And this had been more than a necessity and a useful contact for too long.

Blaise trailed a finger over Terry’s cheek. It was a misleading trait too. Because Terry was very good at keeping his mouth shut on certain matters. Not everything, but some things. And nobody would ever expect that of him, and Blaise thought that was clever and perhaps not entirely accidental on Terry’s part.

“No more talking?” Blaise murmured. “I think you do enough talking for both of us and then some,” he said with a smirk and a scrape of his teeth. But Blaise was rather fond of Terry’s babbling, especially when he was like this: needy and dirty and even surprised. It was like that first time.

“So demanding, pet. Issuing your orders as badly disguised pleas.” Blaise tutted and nipped the lobe of Terry’s ear. “One after the other after the other.” He ran both of his hands down each of Terry’s arms in a firm caress, leaving their erections to just slide against each other. He stopped when he reached the cords, his fingers playing with them as he dropped his head and tongued one of Terry’s nipples lightly.

“And do you expect me to give into your demands, pet? When you’ve clearly been so bad? A punishment isn’t a punishment if you enjoy it.” Except Blaise would never have entertained even the idea of doing it if he’d thought Terry wouldn’t enjoy it. This just added to the game. “I think you’re forgetting who’s tied up here, because it’s certainly not me.”

He pressed his lips against Terry’s, his tongue pushing inside and coxing his lover’s to curl against it. And as he kissed him, teeth nibbling, lips sucking, Blaise fingers slowly undid the corded bonds.

Terry’s cheeks were flushed, and he was whimpering and gasping so much that Blaise wasn’t sure how much more he could push him before he was actually crying with need. It was a heady image. “How much do you need this?” Blaise asked, pulling back, lips kissing Terry's cheeks then the tip of his nose in a move so tender it belied everything else that was passing between them. “How much do you need me? How much can you take? Are you sure you can handle this? Handle me?”

[shh_terry]

Blaise didn’t say anything, just pressed closer, their cocks sliding wetly together. Terry groaned, tears of frustration from not being able to touch Blaise pricking at his eyes, but they didn’t fall. The anticipation was worth it, and the pleasure building exponentially between them was more than worth it.

As Terry babbled on he couldn’t help but think that Blaise was amused with him. The chuckle against his neck seemed to lend to that thought as well. He shivered as the laugh played over his skin, raising small goose pimples along the marks Blaise had left earlier. Again, he wondered what exactly Blaise was thinking, but instead of asking now, he made a note to ask later.

Terry’s head tilted as Blaise trailed a finger over his cheek, and he heard a small purr of contentment escape his lips, and blushed. “No more talking,” Terry repeated. “I can’t help it. You make my brain melt and when it’s all melty I can’t think, and when I can’t think I talk, you should know that by now,” Terry pouted, then gasped as Blaise scraped his teeth over his neck.

“What are you going to do about it? Are you going to punish me, Blaise? Punish me for making demands of you?” His voice was breathless, his heart pounding. His fingers curled around the chair arm as Blaise tongued his nipples, their erections sliding together, and Blaise stroked his skin around the cords. The multiple sensations were nearly overwhelming and Terry felt the need rising steadily in his veins, his blood singing for release.

“Yes, please, please indulge me,” Terry begged. “I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be your good boy, if you just…” he trailed off, arching against Blaise as best he could. “Please, I’m sorry, I won’t demand, please…”

Terry opened his mouth, submitting to Blaise’s tongue and teeth and lips. He sucked on Blaise’s tongue, mewling in relief when Blaise finally undid his bonds. His hands flew to Blaise’s face, stroking his cheeks, his neck, his ears, up to his hair. “Blaise, Merlin…” his hands drew fevered paths down Blaise’s shoulders, over his back, before coming to a rest on Blaise’s biceps.

“I need this so much, Blaise. I can’t describe it,” Terry whimpered, finally wrapping his legs around Blaise’s waist, clinging to him. “Please, it feels…it burns, the need. I want…please.” He couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, the need to feel owned by Blaise overcoming his higher thought processes. “I need everything. I’ll take anything you give me, anything. I can handle it. Please. I promise I’ll be good.”

[shh_blaise]

Blaise smiled fondly at the purr that Terry let slip and couldn’t help but preen a little at his comment about his reaction to Blaise. He found himself frowning a little too though when it came to Terry’s last remark on the subject. He did know that Terry babbled when he couldn’t think. It was like he was overcompensating, or just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Couldn’t concentrate on keeping his thoughts internal and they just spilled out. He’d always enjoyed making him lose it like that. He also knew the way he whined when Blaise stroked his hair. The way he stretched in the mornings when he woke. The way he seemed to worry constantly about his friends. He knew a hell of a lot. And while Blaise had always prided himself on knowing other people well, he’d never had them expect that knowledge in him before, and he’d never quite known the things he knew about Terry. It was different. It was unnerving. Even more so because the way Terry had said ’you should know that by now’ had an unspoken implication. Terry was starting to know a fair bit more about Blaise than he was usually comfortable with. Had ever been comfortable with.

Blaise put the thought aside and stood up, pulling Terry with him. He had been right - Terry was close to tears. And Blaise couldn’t deny that seeing him broken down this far in his need for him wasn’t flattering and arousing as hell. And fuck if he didn’t need this too. Almost needed to see those tears to regain something he’d felt he’d lost that night after Luc’s funeral.

He marvelled for a moment at how much Terry trusted him. Always trusted him. When Blaise thought he had every reason not to. But he was grateful none the less. Grateful he’d let him do this. Grateful he’d ask him to do this. Because it was like as much as Terry needed this, he knew Blaise did too. Knew Blaise couldn’t admit that. So Terry admitted it for him and took the pressure away.

His right arm twinned around Terry’s waist and held him securely, expectant of some loss of balance due to the blindfold. Blaise was chuckling again, placing kisses to Terry’s shoulder as he did so and leading him back towards the study’s settee. He knew his lover enjoyed the vibrations it caused, could feel him shivering in response.

“You say one thing yet you do another. You don’t want to talk, yet the next minute you are asking questions again.” Blaise smirked and stopped, the back of his calves hitting the sofa. “I’d tell you to be quiet, but you’re far too entertaining like this. Still -“ Blaise paused and stepped back, Terry’s body automatically trying to follow him. “No. Wait!” he said, holding out a hand, splaying his fingers across Terry’s chest to hold him back. At the same time he moved his other hand to the side, ready to catch and steady Terry if he fumbled, but maintaining a distance. “- If I’m going to spank you there should be a reason. Something significant.”

Blaise hummed for a moment in thought, then, “Ah, how about a smack for every demand you’ve made? Hmm, let’s see there was; Punish you for being neglectful. Teach you a lesson. No more talking. ‘More.’ ‘I need your hand on my arse:’ I liked that one. ‘Don’t feel bad.’ ‘Now,’ and then ‘I need it now.’ One to indulge you.’ And of course another ‘No more talking.’ I make that eleven. Eleven spankings. My hand coming down on your arse eleven times. Can you take that, Terry? Can you stay still if I bend you over my knee? You’ll have to make sure you keep your arse high, not shy away. And your cock would be pressed against my thigh, and you’d want relief, but you wouldn’t be allowed to rub it against me, wouldn’t be allowed to come. Because this would be punishment.”

Blaise smirked and stepped closer. “And you’re not supposed to enjoy being punished because just think how depraved that would make you,” Blaise said in an appreciative purr against Terry’s ear.

[shh_terry]

Blaise pulled Terry out of the chair and twinned his arm around his waist, holding him securely and Terry was grateful for that, as his legs seemed to want to give out, and he couldn’t quite catch his sense of balance with his eyes blindfolded. Blaise laughed, kissing Terry’s shoulder and Terry purred as the sensations made him shiver pleasantly.

He was amazed that Blaise seemed to be able to read his mind, know exactly what he wanted, when Terry didn’t think he was making any sense, just babbling and needing.Terry didn't say anything as Blaise scolded him. Talking is what had led here to begin with, and as much as Terry was enjoying himself, the not talking was now as much a part of the game as the talking had been. He tried to follow Blaise, but Blaise's hand against his chest prevented him from getting closer. Terry gasped as Blaise mentioned a reason for spanking, and his cock jerked against his stomach, muscles quivering in expectation. "Yes, please," Terry gasped out, voice needy and hoarse with desire.

With every word Blaise uttered, every single filthy, hot, amazing words, Terry's cock jumped, and he knew that if Blaise were to reach down, he'd come, just from the feeling of fingers on his cock. But Terry knew that Blaise wasn't going to reach down, wasn't going to let him come, not until Terry was writhing and panting and begging and Terry really wanted to get started on that.

But Blaise was in charge, always in charge, and Terry loved that. Loved giving control completely over to Blaise, knowing that his lover wouldn't let him fall. Wouldn't hurt him anymore than a spanking would warrant. The image of himself spread over Blaise's lap, cock trapped between his stomach and Blaise's leg, Blaise's hand coming down firmly on his ass, making it rosy and soothing away the sting with pets, was almost too much, and Terry couldn't hold back the groan at how hot the image was.

Blaise leaned forward and told him he wasn't supposed to enjoy being punished, but Terry's cock had never been harder, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest if Blaise kept up the dirty talk any longer. He wished he could see Blaise, look into his eyes and see the desire there. Desire for him written plainly in Blaise's brown eyes, almost black with lust, but this not seeing was almost better, more intense, because every other feeling seemed amplified.

"Please," Terry whined. "Spank me, please."

[shh_blaise]

Blaise’s smirk widened, and he reached out to Terry, closing the last few inches between them with his free hand. He ran his fingers in a teasing caress down Terry’s treasure trail whi keeping his other hand splayed against Terry’s chest, denying the contact he knew his lover really wanted.

“Fuck,” he said, voice slightly husky and thick. “You really do trust me, don’t you?” Blaise said. And it got him. Really got him. Because he’d had people demonstrate trust to him before. Give him it briefly as he slid his way in between their legs. But never as completely as Terry gave it. Kept giving it. And Blaise wasn’t sure how to react to that. Perhaps it threw him even more than the L-word on Terry’s lips. Because he could shrug that off. Put it down to lust and inexperience and anything else that made sense at the time. But he couldn’t shrug off the trust. Didn’t want too. It actually scared him a little how much it meant to him to have it offered so freely. So completely. It worried him more how much he wanted it.

Blaise shook the muttered thought off and stepped back, sinking down onto the couch and catching Terry’s hand as he did so. Blaise cleared his throat and fell back into role. Pulling Terry around to the side on him.

“So you think you should be punished that much, Mr Boot? So much so that you are willing to beg for it?” Blaise asked, leaning back in the chair slightly, making sure he was comfy before the proceeded any further.

He looked up at Terry calculatingly, his lover’s hand still held in his. Terry was panting lightly and he was waving slightly with need and disorientation. Blaise was about ready to just give up the game and pull him down across the settee and just fuck him. But part of him needed this too much. And he couldn’t get past the slight desire to see Terry so desperate for relief he was in tears. To test a little more just how far this trust went because Blaise was nothing if not overly suspicious and cautious, and he was sure he was just around the corner from seeing Terry’s trust in him break.

“Or do you not think you have done anything wrong. Is it just that you are depraved, pet?”

Blaise pulled Terry down so that he sprawled across his lap. It was slightly awkward because Terry seemed to panic thanks to his lack of vision and it took a moment for them to find their position.

Blaise looked down at his lover and groaned at the sight of him.

“Lift you arse higher? That’s it,” he said, spreading his legs a little wider to accommodate and support Terry. “Spread your legs slightly. Fuck” Such the good little slut. Anyone would think you’d done this before.” Except Blaise knew he hadn’t and that made this all the more appealing.

“Comfortable?” he asked, running his hand down Terry’s spine to rest in the dip above his arse. The question half sarcastic and half serious. Because he wanted this to be good for Terry, much as he pretended he didn’t. That was just part of the game, but Terry needed to be comfortable.

He waited for Terry’s answer then nodded, pressing down against Terry’s back firmly, holding him securely under it and simultaneously arching his back that bit more. Blaise drew his other hand back and up.

“Okay” he purred. “Remember the rules. Stay still. No rubbing. No coming. No more demands or you get spanked more. And you count each one. If you forget or loose your place we start again. Alright?”

[shh_terry]

Terry knew Blaise was smirking, just knew it even if he couldn’t see his lover. He shivered as Blaise ran a hand down his chest, teasing the soft hairs that ran from Terry’s lower stomach to the base of his cock. Terry wanted more contact, but Blaise’s hand on his chest kept him at arms length.

“Yes, I do,” Terry said softly, his tone earnest and loving. “I always will.” He knew how much trust meant to Blaise, that trust was even more important to love. But Blaise had earned his trust, a hundred times over, by just being Blaise. For Terry, love and trust were intertwined, but he knew that for Blaise, trust was so much bigger, so much more lasting, than love. So Terry tried to show Blaise everyday how much he trusted him. He just hoped that Blaise would go on wanting his trust, because no matter what, he’d always have it.

Terry heard Blaise sink down on the couch, and Terry couldn’t hear the moment Blaise’s bare skin hit the cushions, the sound muffled by naked skin. He caught his breath as Blaise took his hand, pulling him around so that he was standing in what he assumed was a perpendicular position to Blaise’s lap. This was really going to happen. He was really going to let Blaise spank him, and he wasn’t even a little bit freaked out. His cock was hard and leaking, and he could barely breathe for the anticipation.

“Yes, please, punish me,” Terry moaned, his mind conjuring up the image of Blaise leaning back against the cushions, his legs slightly splayed, an almost evil smirk on his face, his eyes black with lust. He imagined that Blaise’s breathing was nearly as ragged as his own, his chest heaving with the the need to keep control. “I deserve it.”

Blaise didn’t say anything for a long time, just held his hand and Terry knew he was watching him. Taking in the slight unsteadiness of his legs, the leaking of his cock, the raggedness of his breathing. Terry felt flushed all over, hard and needy and wanting. Tears of desperation pooled in the corner of his eyes, but didn’t fall. Not yet. He wasn’t quite at his breaking point yet. But if Blaise waited any longer to get on with it, he would be. He would break and cry and beg Blaise to just fuck him, do anything to him, if only he could have release.

Terry wondered what the right answer to Blaise’s question would be, and decided to be completely honest. “Both, it’s both,” he said, gasping for another breath.

Terry mewled as Blaise pulled him across his lap, panicking slightly for a moment because he didn’t know which way was up or down, but Blaise stroked his back calmly, and help him situate himself, and soon Terry was back to the panting, needing being he’d been before, splayed across Blaise’s lap, arse upturned and waiting. He bit his lip to hold back a groan at the feel of the soft material of Blaise’s trousers rubbing against his cock, knowing that he could come just from rubbing himself against Blaise’s thigh, but that it wouldn’t be allowed.

[shh_terry]

Terry heard Blaise groan, and wondered what sort of picture he made. Next time he’d have to make sure he wasn’t blindfolded, and there was a mirror across from them. He wanted to see, as well as feel, Blaise’s hand come down on his ass, see the faces the both of them made, know exactly what he looked like and how Blaise looked like. The thought of it made him groan even more, forcing his hips not to thrust into Blaise’s thigh.

He could feel Blaise’s hard cock, poking against his side, hard and hot and insistent, and was relieved that Blaise seemed to be as into this as he was. He would hate to think that Blaise was doing this just for him, and needed to know that Blaise was enjoying himself. And clearly he was.

Terry followed Blaise’s direction, lifting his arse higher in the air, whimpering as the movement ground his cock harder in Blaise’s thigh and fought back the sudden orgasm that threatened. He spread his legs wide, grateful for Blaise’s steadying hand, or he was afraid he would have tumbled right off Blaise’s lap, and the game would be done. Blaise’s voice washed over him, a comforting presence even as the dirty words that fell out of his mouth made his cock seem impossibly harder.

“No, never,” Terry whined. “Only for you. Only your slut.”

Blaise’s hand ran down his back, settling in the little dip just above his ass, and Terry wanted so much to press up into Blaise’s hand, but knew it wouldn’t be allowed. But even through their games, Blaise was still concerned for him, his question of comfort as much serious as it was sarcastic. “Yes, I’m perfect,” Terry said, and he was, even if his legs were starting to burn from the pressure of keeping them spread and still. It was a good burn though, and Terry reveled in it.

Blaise pressed his hand against his back, holding him securely, but the pressure also made Terry arch his back against it. Because he was still blindfolded, and even if he hadn’t been, he didn’t know what was going on, and the unknowingness, the anticipation of it all, was thrilling.

He managed to pay attention as Blaise outlined the rules, and nodded his agreement, wondering if he would really be able to keep track, but knowing he had to, or this game would go on forever and he’d never find release. “I understand,” Terry said his voice higher than normal and breathless.

He held his breath as he waited for the first strike, and when it came mewled helplessly, trying not to buck back against the hand. It stung, more than Terry had thought, but it felt good too, and his cock certainly agreed, leaking more precum against Blaise’s thigh. “One,” he gasped out, already eagerly anticipating the second blow.

[shh_blaise]

One of the things with Terry was that he was strong. Surprisingly so in some respects. Because Blaise could see the need spelled out all over him. It vibrated through Terry’s body. Dripped from his forehead in a roll of beaded sweat. It was stained across his lips where he’d bitten into them. And it hummed through the flesh of his arse as Blaise brought his hand down.

But he didn’t cry. And Blaise knew just how much effort that was taking right then. His respect had grown a lot for Terry in the past few months. And fuck if it didn’t grow that bit more ever time he was like this - altering Blaise’s opinions of him, taking whatever Blaise gave, but still being strong.

Blaise stroked his hand soothingly across Terry’s arse, an angry red mark already blooming on his lover’s pale skin. Blaise’s cock twitched at the sight of it. The head leaking pre-come against Terry’s abdomen. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt want like this. With him. He just really needed to find someway to control it and tamper it down. And this was only going so far to doing that. It was just masking it really.

And Terry’s cock was leaking too. Blaise could feel it sticky and slick against his thigh and at least that meant, proved, that Terry was enjoying this too. He smoothed his hand over Terry again, finger’s dipping between his cheeks in a brief teasing caress.

“Good boy,” Blaise praised.

“You know, you shouldn’t make such promises, Terry,” Blaise said casually, thinking of Terry’s declaration of trust as he pushed the tip of his smallest finger inside his lover. He was on the verge of saying more. Of saying: not when Terry hardly knew him. Not when there were so many unforeseen events potentially around the corner. Not when -

But Blaise stayed quiet. He pulled his hand back once more and paused.

“The first’s always the hardest,” he mused absently. “You don’t know how hard I’ll smack. Don’t know how it’ll feel. Aren’t quite certain you really want to do this. There’s that last moment of panic, of get me out of here, before the sting. After that you think they’ll get easier, because you know what’s coming.” Blaise dropped his voice and leant down. Back almost doubled as he placed a kiss on Terry’s neck and brought his hand down once more. Sharper, faster, his fingers a little more splayed than the first.

“But then you realise with the second that you still don’t know.” Blaise’s fingers returned to soothing their way over Terry’s reddening flesh. Asking without words if he was still okay with this.