Crossover: The Tomorrow Trilogy/Cliffton - Say Please - Chapter 2
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Savin put his head in his hands after he dismissed the latest blond from his presence, thinking to himself that this was a really bad idea. All of them were blond. Some even had blue eyes. And more of them tried to look exactly like Jazz, down to the hairstyle and posture.
It made his head hurt, and his heart even more so. What the hell was he thinking? Sure, he was lonely, but was it worth torturing himself like this? The ones that immediately launched into their sexual likes and dislikes were the worst -- at this point, he was as far from aroused as he could be.
His stomach lurched as he signalled the guard to bring in the next one. When he heard the door open and close, he straightened himself out and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
As he looked up, his stomach flipped, but this time for a much different reason.
This one wasn’t blond.
“Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. The young man did as he was told, collapsing into the seat as if it were the most comfortable chair in the world.
“Thank god. Do you have any idea how fucking long that line is? And no where to fucking sit?” he grumbled, sitting back. “So how does this work, exactly?”
Savin snorted, sitting back a bit himself as he studied the young man in front of him. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a meticulous ponytail, not a single strand out of place. “You read the ad, right?”
The man eyed him warily, crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded.
“And you understand what I’m actually looking for?” Savin folded his hands in front of him, resting them on the table as he looked at the young man over his glasses.
“Someone to fuck?”
Savin found himself smiling for the first time that day. “You like to cut straight to the point,” he remarked, his hand drifting to his tie. “What’s your name?”
The young man raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look sweeping his face. “Devin -- and what the hell is wrong with your tie? It’s crooked as shit.”
Devin’s incredulous look grew even more comical as Savin laughed. “I know, right?” he asked wryly. He stood up from his seat. “I’ll be right back,” he said quietly. As he passed Devin, he stopped and turned, putting his hands on the back of Devin’s seat. “Maybe you can show me how to tie one,” he breathed in his ear before walking out of the room.
Savin thought he felt Devin shiver in his seat. As he shut the door behind him, he turned to the guard. “Tell everyone else to go home,” he said, loosening his tie slightly. “I’ll be taking this one with me, back to my apartment. I’d like to go alone.”
The guard nodded, walking away from his post without so much as a word to Savin. Savin ignored the tightening in his pants, looking up towards the ceiling.
Jazz, please -- look the fuck away.
***
Devin’s back stiffened as he felt Savin lean on his chair, his own fingers tightening on the thin arms of it. “Maybe you can show me how to tie one.”
He shivered. He fucking shivered. Savin’s breath was warm -- pleasantly so. But he knew exactly what Savin was insinuating.
Which means -- “Holy shit you have got to be kidding me!” Devin muttered, slapping a hand to his forehead. No fucking way. There was no fucking way the Emperor had just chosen him over all of those blonds that had shown up with him. Devin almost got up from his seat and headed towards the door when he heard the doorknob turn behind him.
Savin stepped back into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Instead of returning to his seat in front of Devin, he stayed at the door, leaning against it. He undid his tie completely, his fingers pulling at the fabric expertly as Devin turned to stare at him.
“A few more questions before I take you back to my apartment,” Savin said simply, turning the tie over in his hands. His gaze had turned nearly predatory. “First, you are of age, right?”
Devin could only nod.
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
Devin nearly choked on his own spit at that, coughing briefly as he regained his lost composure. “Doesn’t really matter to me...?”
Savin smirked at that, pushing himself away from the door and looping the tie around Devin’s neck. He leaned in close again -- and Devin noticed that the man’s eyes were green. “That’s an excellent answer,” he breathed, tugging on the ends of the tie and pulling Devin forward. “How do you feel about being tied up?”
Devin wasn’t sure how to answer that, he was still stuck on the color of Savin’s eyes and trying to ignore the heat growing warmer in his pants. “Just fine...?” he managed before Savin closed the distance between them, his hands dropping the tie around Devin’s neck and landing on Devin’s shoulders. Devin shivered again as his fingers traced the edges of his neck and up towards his ear, Savin’s tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth.
Part of him wanted to pull away -- but damnit, it wasn’t like he could just say no to the damn Emperor. Devin opened his mouth wider, unsure of what to do with his arms as they kissed. Savin was the first to break away, his fingers tracing along Devin’s jawline as he smirked at him.
“Follow me, then, Devin,” he said as he stood up straight. He tugged at both ends of the tie again, forcing Devin to stand up from his chair. Savin looked up at him. “Huh.”
“What?” Devin blinked.
“You’re taller than me,” Savin muttered, turning on his heel. He let go of the tie, gesturing Devin to follow him. “It’s just been a while since I fucked someone taller than me.”
Devin wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he kept his mouth shut.
***
As Savin guided his new ‘guest’ to his room, he made sure to make the walk quick and painless for him. Devin seemed to sense this, sticking close to Savin as they walked beside one another. They avoided eye contact with one another.
He was tempted, so very tempted, to tell Devin to walk ahead of him, just a little bit. He held back, though. To him, it was bad enough he was even bringing another person into his bedroom just for the sake of fucking them. Jazz would have killed him. Jazz was probably spinning in his grave right then, cursing him out.
Savin shook his head, his grip tightening on his tie the closer they got to his apartment. He wouldn’t think of Jazz. He had picked Devin for the express purpose of avoiding thinking about Jazz. The two looked nothing alike. Finally, he approached the door, opening it and letting Devin step inside first, his eyes focusing on watching Devin’s ass as he walked past Savin.
Okay, so they had one physical feature in common. As Savin flipped on the light, Devin turned around, standing in the middle of the living room. His brow was furrowed, as if he were thinking about saying something but was holding back.
“Not having second thoughts are you?” Savin asked, walking over to Devin. Part of him desperately wanted to push the taller man into his armchair and get things started there, but he held back.
“No. It’s just fucking weird to be inside the personal room of your Emperor,” Devin muttered, looking around.
Savin raised an eyebrow at him. “Where else did you think I was going to fuck you?” he asked, closing the distance between them again by pulling Devin against him. “I mean, really. I’m the fucking Emperor, I can do whatever the hell I want as long as I’m discreet enough.”
“Like ads are discreet?”
Savin snorted. “You’re one hell of a smartass, you know that?”
Devin smirked at him. “You’re just now figuring that out?” He seemed to remember just who he was talking to, his smirk faltering. “Is that a problem?”
Savin let his fingers trail up the side of Devin’s neck while the other hand slid just past the waistband of Devin’s pants. “No,” he answered simply, his lips pressing themselves against the other side of Devin’s neck. His hand slipped down further into Devin’s pants, groping Devin’s ass as he muttered, “I like smartasses,” against the taller man’s neck.
“And just regular asses, too, I’m guessing?” Devin asked, moaning slightly. “I mean, shit, my boyfriend doesn’t even grab my ass that hard --”
“Is he okay with you being here?”
“The bastard put me up to this,” Devin gasped as Savin nipped at his neck. Savin began to push him backwards towards the couch. He’d keep this out of the chair -- for now, anyway. “I’m sure he didn’t think I’d get picked, though.”
“Hmph, well, he thought wrong,” Savin said, pushing Devin down onto the couch. He straddled his lap, his hands raking up Devin’s shirt before tugging it over his head. He watched as Devin threw his head back while his hands barely skimmed over Devin’s skin. “Sensitive, are you?” he asked, leaning in close. He kept teasing Devin with his hands, fingers ghosting over every inch of available skin while his lips just barely brushed against Devin’s neck.
“You’re fucking good with your hands,” Devin muttered.
Savin smirked before sucking just above the junction of collarbone and neck, grinding himself against Devin. His hands rested on Devin’s chest. Devin gasped and writhed beneath him, his arousal suddenly very obvious. “Well, surgeons are supposed to be good with their hands,” Savin said finally, satisfied with the mark he left on Devin’s neck. He moved on to Devin’s shoulders, teasing him with his tongue before biting harder than he would have had he had Jazz beneath him.
Instead of getting yelled at, he was rewarded with another gasp. “You’re a surgeon and you can’t -- ah! -- tie a tie?”
Savin bit Devin’s shoulder even harder this time, out of annoyance more than anything else. “Was a surgeon, and I never could tie a fucking tie,” he muttered, his mouth trailing down Devin’s chest. “At least, not if I’m not tying someone up with them.”
The way Devin squirmed under him after that made it difficult for him to keep teasing. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his mouth down Devin’s shoulders and down his chest. He looked up at Devin over his glasses, smirking just as he flicked his tongue over a nipple before taking it in his mouth. Devin moaned, throwing his head back again.
Savin found himself chuckling at that, kissing his way to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. He then bit it, causing Devin to gasp. “You’re very vocal.”
“Sh-shut up!”
Savin considered this for a moment before smirking up at Devin, his hands working at the other man’s pants and tugging them off Devin’s hips, boxers included. “Make me,” he said, his smirk turning into an insufferable smile. He glided a hand over Devin’s erection, watching Devin squirm again at the light touch.
Devin’s eyes went wide just before his hands pushed Savin’s head towards his cock. When Devin’s fingers tangled in his hair, growing more insistent in pushing him downwards, Savin teased the tip with his tongue. He smirked the whole time, wishing he had thought to take off his own pants, as they grew unbearably tight. Devin’s fingers tugged him even further down. Obliging, Savin took Devin into his mouth.
The noise Devin made at that made his own cock ache. Savin started with shallow dips of his mouth, letting his tongue trace the underside of Devin’s head. Each pass made the younger man moan louder, his fingers tangling even further into Savin’s hair. If Savin closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Jazz he had moaning like that -- that it was Jazz squirming and gasping as his mouth dipped lower, sucking harder.
He made sure not to close his eyes too often. Instead, he flicked them upwards when he could, watching as Devin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head every time Savin slid back up. He was utterly enjoying himself, his hips bucking, pushing himself further inside Savin’s mouth. The way Devin’s thighs tensed under Savin’s hands -- not to mention the way he was moaning -- Savin knew that one orgasm wouldn’t be enough.
He took as much of Devin his mouth as he could, careful not to trigger his gag reflex as he swallowed him. Nails dug into his scalp, causing Savin to moan, just slightly, around Devin. If possible the nails dug even further, hands pushing him even further down. Savin dug his own nails into Devin’s thighs. He wanted to leave marks all over the other man’s body -- boyfriend waiting at home for him be damned.
Devin let out a strangled cry, his thighs tensing one last time as Savin dipped his head down low one last time. He gagged slightly, unused to the taste, but made sure to swallow as much of it as he could. Devin panted beneath him, his head still thrown back against the couch. His fingers had gone slack in Savin’s hair.
“Holy...fuck...” he gasped, finally looking down at Savin. Savin stood up and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the couch beside Devin. As he began to unbutton his shirt, he gestured with his head for Devin to follow him.
“I’m not done with you,” he said as he tossed his shirt aside, too. Devin scrambled to his feet, sliding out of his jeans before following Savin back into his bedroom naked. Savin stopped at the foot of his bed, watching as Devin approached him, his breath catching in his throat just slightly. He hadn’t taken the time to truly look at Devin until that moment.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring your boyfriend’s taste,” Savin said, sliding out of the rest of his clothes. He gestured to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I just need to grab a few things.”
“Ties to tie me up with?” Devin cracked. Savin could hear the bed groan a bit under Devin’s weight and smirked to himself.
“Would you rather it be ties or rope? I have both I can use.”
“Fuck it, ties,” Devin said. Savin turned to look at him. The other man had begun to stroke himself back to arousal, his eyes turned up towards the ceiling. “We’ll see if you can actually fucking tie a tie, then, won’t we?”
“You know, you’re fucking lucky I have a sense of humor,” Savin muttered, stepping out of his closet with a couple of old ties in his hands.
“If you didn’t have a fucking sense of humor you probably wouldn’t have decided to fuck me,” Devin responded, grinning at Savin.
“No, it was your comment about my crooked tie that made me want to fuck you,” Savin muttered as he climbed into the bed with Devin. He trailed a tie along Devin’s chest and up his chest, letting the fabric brush along Devin’s skin lightly. “These shouldn’t leave marks.”
“You almost sound disappointed at that -- and what about my comment screamed ‘Fuck me!’ at you? I mean, what?” Devin asked, watching as Savin grabbed his wrist and pulled it to the bedpost.
As Savin looped the fabric around Devin’s wrist and pulled it tight, he frowned slightly. “My late husband used to always fix my tie for me.”
“So basically I reminded you of Emperor Jazz? That’s...kinda fucked up,” Devin said quietly. “If you’re gonna fuck me I’d prefer it if it were me you actually wanted to fuck.”
Savin winced at that, grabbing Devin’s other wrist tightly as he straddled Devin and secured it to another bedpost. “Trust me, if I had really wanted to fuck a Jazz clone, I’d have picked one. There were plenty of convincing ones.”
He pulled his glasses off of his face and placed them on the nightstand. Devin frowned up at him, trying to tug his wrists free with a rather impressive effort. Savin smirked at him. “Told you I knew how to tie them,” he breathed in Devin’s ear. He nipped at Devin’s earlobe before kissing down the side of his neck, moving towards the front of it.
“Then why ask for blonds in the ad?” Devin moaned, already squirming under Savin.
Savin paused, his lips just above Devin’s adam’s apple. “A friend of mine wrote the ad as a joke. He said I needed to get laid.”
“No kidding,” Devin laughed, throwing his head back as Savin sucked on his adam’s apple, exposing more of his neck for Savin. Savin gripped the third tie in his hand tightly before moving away from Devin’s neck.
“Promise not to think of your boyfriend if I blindfold you?” Savin asked as he moved to place the tie around Devin’s eyes.
“Only if you promise not to think about Emperor Jazz,” Devin quipped, smirking up at Savin as the tie wrapped around his head, covering his eyes completely.
“Deal.”
***
Wes walked back into their hotel, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Hey Devin! How’d that interview...go...?”
The hotel room was empty. Shrugging, Wes put the cup down on the table. He had seen the line at the Palace earlier that day. If he had to guess, Devin was still tied up with that.
He walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. As he turned on SimFighting, he hoped Devin would be back soon.
Chapter Three this way!
Savin put his head in his hands after he dismissed the latest blond from his presence, thinking to himself that this was a really bad idea. All of them were blond. Some even had blue eyes. And more of them tried to look exactly like Jazz, down to the hairstyle and posture.
It made his head hurt, and his heart even more so. What the hell was he thinking? Sure, he was lonely, but was it worth torturing himself like this? The ones that immediately launched into their sexual likes and dislikes were the worst -- at this point, he was as far from aroused as he could be.
His stomach lurched as he signalled the guard to bring in the next one. When he heard the door open and close, he straightened himself out and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
As he looked up, his stomach flipped, but this time for a much different reason.
This one wasn’t blond.
“Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. The young man did as he was told, collapsing into the seat as if it were the most comfortable chair in the world.
“Thank god. Do you have any idea how fucking long that line is? And no where to fucking sit?” he grumbled, sitting back. “So how does this work, exactly?”
Savin snorted, sitting back a bit himself as he studied the young man in front of him. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a meticulous ponytail, not a single strand out of place. “You read the ad, right?”
The man eyed him warily, crossing his arms over his chest. He nodded.
“And you understand what I’m actually looking for?” Savin folded his hands in front of him, resting them on the table as he looked at the young man over his glasses.
“Someone to fuck?”
Savin found himself smiling for the first time that day. “You like to cut straight to the point,” he remarked, his hand drifting to his tie. “What’s your name?”
The young man raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look sweeping his face. “Devin -- and what the hell is wrong with your tie? It’s crooked as shit.”
Devin’s incredulous look grew even more comical as Savin laughed. “I know, right?” he asked wryly. He stood up from his seat. “I’ll be right back,” he said quietly. As he passed Devin, he stopped and turned, putting his hands on the back of Devin’s seat. “Maybe you can show me how to tie one,” he breathed in his ear before walking out of the room.
Savin thought he felt Devin shiver in his seat. As he shut the door behind him, he turned to the guard. “Tell everyone else to go home,” he said, loosening his tie slightly. “I’ll be taking this one with me, back to my apartment. I’d like to go alone.”
The guard nodded, walking away from his post without so much as a word to Savin. Savin ignored the tightening in his pants, looking up towards the ceiling.
Jazz, please -- look the fuck away.
***
Devin’s back stiffened as he felt Savin lean on his chair, his own fingers tightening on the thin arms of it. “Maybe you can show me how to tie one.”
He shivered. He fucking shivered. Savin’s breath was warm -- pleasantly so. But he knew exactly what Savin was insinuating.
Which means -- “Holy shit you have got to be kidding me!” Devin muttered, slapping a hand to his forehead. No fucking way. There was no fucking way the Emperor had just chosen him over all of those blonds that had shown up with him. Devin almost got up from his seat and headed towards the door when he heard the doorknob turn behind him.
Savin stepped back into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Instead of returning to his seat in front of Devin, he stayed at the door, leaning against it. He undid his tie completely, his fingers pulling at the fabric expertly as Devin turned to stare at him.
“A few more questions before I take you back to my apartment,” Savin said simply, turning the tie over in his hands. His gaze had turned nearly predatory. “First, you are of age, right?”
Devin could only nod.
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
Devin nearly choked on his own spit at that, coughing briefly as he regained his lost composure. “Doesn’t really matter to me...?”
Savin smirked at that, pushing himself away from the door and looping the tie around Devin’s neck. He leaned in close again -- and Devin noticed that the man’s eyes were green. “That’s an excellent answer,” he breathed, tugging on the ends of the tie and pulling Devin forward. “How do you feel about being tied up?”
Devin wasn’t sure how to answer that, he was still stuck on the color of Savin’s eyes and trying to ignore the heat growing warmer in his pants. “Just fine...?” he managed before Savin closed the distance between them, his hands dropping the tie around Devin’s neck and landing on Devin’s shoulders. Devin shivered again as his fingers traced the edges of his neck and up towards his ear, Savin’s tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth.
Part of him wanted to pull away -- but damnit, it wasn’t like he could just say no to the damn Emperor. Devin opened his mouth wider, unsure of what to do with his arms as they kissed. Savin was the first to break away, his fingers tracing along Devin’s jawline as he smirked at him.
“Follow me, then, Devin,” he said as he stood up straight. He tugged at both ends of the tie again, forcing Devin to stand up from his chair. Savin looked up at him. “Huh.”
“What?” Devin blinked.
“You’re taller than me,” Savin muttered, turning on his heel. He let go of the tie, gesturing Devin to follow him. “It’s just been a while since I fucked someone taller than me.”
Devin wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he kept his mouth shut.
***
As Savin guided his new ‘guest’ to his room, he made sure to make the walk quick and painless for him. Devin seemed to sense this, sticking close to Savin as they walked beside one another. They avoided eye contact with one another.
He was tempted, so very tempted, to tell Devin to walk ahead of him, just a little bit. He held back, though. To him, it was bad enough he was even bringing another person into his bedroom just for the sake of fucking them. Jazz would have killed him. Jazz was probably spinning in his grave right then, cursing him out.
Savin shook his head, his grip tightening on his tie the closer they got to his apartment. He wouldn’t think of Jazz. He had picked Devin for the express purpose of avoiding thinking about Jazz. The two looked nothing alike. Finally, he approached the door, opening it and letting Devin step inside first, his eyes focusing on watching Devin’s ass as he walked past Savin.
Okay, so they had one physical feature in common. As Savin flipped on the light, Devin turned around, standing in the middle of the living room. His brow was furrowed, as if he were thinking about saying something but was holding back.
“Not having second thoughts are you?” Savin asked, walking over to Devin. Part of him desperately wanted to push the taller man into his armchair and get things started there, but he held back.
“No. It’s just fucking weird to be inside the personal room of your Emperor,” Devin muttered, looking around.
Savin raised an eyebrow at him. “Where else did you think I was going to fuck you?” he asked, closing the distance between them again by pulling Devin against him. “I mean, really. I’m the fucking Emperor, I can do whatever the hell I want as long as I’m discreet enough.”
“Like ads are discreet?”
Savin snorted. “You’re one hell of a smartass, you know that?”
Devin smirked at him. “You’re just now figuring that out?” He seemed to remember just who he was talking to, his smirk faltering. “Is that a problem?”
Savin let his fingers trail up the side of Devin’s neck while the other hand slid just past the waistband of Devin’s pants. “No,” he answered simply, his lips pressing themselves against the other side of Devin’s neck. His hand slipped down further into Devin’s pants, groping Devin’s ass as he muttered, “I like smartasses,” against the taller man’s neck.
“And just regular asses, too, I’m guessing?” Devin asked, moaning slightly. “I mean, shit, my boyfriend doesn’t even grab my ass that hard --”
“Is he okay with you being here?”
“The bastard put me up to this,” Devin gasped as Savin nipped at his neck. Savin began to push him backwards towards the couch. He’d keep this out of the chair -- for now, anyway. “I’m sure he didn’t think I’d get picked, though.”
“Hmph, well, he thought wrong,” Savin said, pushing Devin down onto the couch. He straddled his lap, his hands raking up Devin’s shirt before tugging it over his head. He watched as Devin threw his head back while his hands barely skimmed over Devin’s skin. “Sensitive, are you?” he asked, leaning in close. He kept teasing Devin with his hands, fingers ghosting over every inch of available skin while his lips just barely brushed against Devin’s neck.
“You’re fucking good with your hands,” Devin muttered.
Savin smirked before sucking just above the junction of collarbone and neck, grinding himself against Devin. His hands rested on Devin’s chest. Devin gasped and writhed beneath him, his arousal suddenly very obvious. “Well, surgeons are supposed to be good with their hands,” Savin said finally, satisfied with the mark he left on Devin’s neck. He moved on to Devin’s shoulders, teasing him with his tongue before biting harder than he would have had he had Jazz beneath him.
Instead of getting yelled at, he was rewarded with another gasp. “You’re a surgeon and you can’t -- ah! -- tie a tie?”
Savin bit Devin’s shoulder even harder this time, out of annoyance more than anything else. “Was a surgeon, and I never could tie a fucking tie,” he muttered, his mouth trailing down Devin’s chest. “At least, not if I’m not tying someone up with them.”
The way Devin squirmed under him after that made it difficult for him to keep teasing. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his mouth down Devin’s shoulders and down his chest. He looked up at Devin over his glasses, smirking just as he flicked his tongue over a nipple before taking it in his mouth. Devin moaned, throwing his head back again.
Savin found himself chuckling at that, kissing his way to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. He then bit it, causing Devin to gasp. “You’re very vocal.”
“Sh-shut up!”
Savin considered this for a moment before smirking up at Devin, his hands working at the other man’s pants and tugging them off Devin’s hips, boxers included. “Make me,” he said, his smirk turning into an insufferable smile. He glided a hand over Devin’s erection, watching Devin squirm again at the light touch.
Devin’s eyes went wide just before his hands pushed Savin’s head towards his cock. When Devin’s fingers tangled in his hair, growing more insistent in pushing him downwards, Savin teased the tip with his tongue. He smirked the whole time, wishing he had thought to take off his own pants, as they grew unbearably tight. Devin’s fingers tugged him even further down. Obliging, Savin took Devin into his mouth.
The noise Devin made at that made his own cock ache. Savin started with shallow dips of his mouth, letting his tongue trace the underside of Devin’s head. Each pass made the younger man moan louder, his fingers tangling even further into Savin’s hair. If Savin closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was Jazz he had moaning like that -- that it was Jazz squirming and gasping as his mouth dipped lower, sucking harder.
He made sure not to close his eyes too often. Instead, he flicked them upwards when he could, watching as Devin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head every time Savin slid back up. He was utterly enjoying himself, his hips bucking, pushing himself further inside Savin’s mouth. The way Devin’s thighs tensed under Savin’s hands -- not to mention the way he was moaning -- Savin knew that one orgasm wouldn’t be enough.
He took as much of Devin his mouth as he could, careful not to trigger his gag reflex as he swallowed him. Nails dug into his scalp, causing Savin to moan, just slightly, around Devin. If possible the nails dug even further, hands pushing him even further down. Savin dug his own nails into Devin’s thighs. He wanted to leave marks all over the other man’s body -- boyfriend waiting at home for him be damned.
Devin let out a strangled cry, his thighs tensing one last time as Savin dipped his head down low one last time. He gagged slightly, unused to the taste, but made sure to swallow as much of it as he could. Devin panted beneath him, his head still thrown back against the couch. His fingers had gone slack in Savin’s hair.
“Holy...fuck...” he gasped, finally looking down at Savin. Savin stood up and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the couch beside Devin. As he began to unbutton his shirt, he gestured with his head for Devin to follow him.
“I’m not done with you,” he said as he tossed his shirt aside, too. Devin scrambled to his feet, sliding out of his jeans before following Savin back into his bedroom naked. Savin stopped at the foot of his bed, watching as Devin approached him, his breath catching in his throat just slightly. He hadn’t taken the time to truly look at Devin until that moment.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring your boyfriend’s taste,” Savin said, sliding out of the rest of his clothes. He gestured to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I just need to grab a few things.”
“Ties to tie me up with?” Devin cracked. Savin could hear the bed groan a bit under Devin’s weight and smirked to himself.
“Would you rather it be ties or rope? I have both I can use.”
“Fuck it, ties,” Devin said. Savin turned to look at him. The other man had begun to stroke himself back to arousal, his eyes turned up towards the ceiling. “We’ll see if you can actually fucking tie a tie, then, won’t we?”
“You know, you’re fucking lucky I have a sense of humor,” Savin muttered, stepping out of his closet with a couple of old ties in his hands.
“If you didn’t have a fucking sense of humor you probably wouldn’t have decided to fuck me,” Devin responded, grinning at Savin.
“No, it was your comment about my crooked tie that made me want to fuck you,” Savin muttered as he climbed into the bed with Devin. He trailed a tie along Devin’s chest and up his chest, letting the fabric brush along Devin’s skin lightly. “These shouldn’t leave marks.”
“You almost sound disappointed at that -- and what about my comment screamed ‘Fuck me!’ at you? I mean, what?” Devin asked, watching as Savin grabbed his wrist and pulled it to the bedpost.
As Savin looped the fabric around Devin’s wrist and pulled it tight, he frowned slightly. “My late husband used to always fix my tie for me.”
“So basically I reminded you of Emperor Jazz? That’s...kinda fucked up,” Devin said quietly. “If you’re gonna fuck me I’d prefer it if it were me you actually wanted to fuck.”
Savin winced at that, grabbing Devin’s other wrist tightly as he straddled Devin and secured it to another bedpost. “Trust me, if I had really wanted to fuck a Jazz clone, I’d have picked one. There were plenty of convincing ones.”
He pulled his glasses off of his face and placed them on the nightstand. Devin frowned up at him, trying to tug his wrists free with a rather impressive effort. Savin smirked at him. “Told you I knew how to tie them,” he breathed in Devin’s ear. He nipped at Devin’s earlobe before kissing down the side of his neck, moving towards the front of it.
“Then why ask for blonds in the ad?” Devin moaned, already squirming under Savin.
Savin paused, his lips just above Devin’s adam’s apple. “A friend of mine wrote the ad as a joke. He said I needed to get laid.”
“No kidding,” Devin laughed, throwing his head back as Savin sucked on his adam’s apple, exposing more of his neck for Savin. Savin gripped the third tie in his hand tightly before moving away from Devin’s neck.
“Promise not to think of your boyfriend if I blindfold you?” Savin asked as he moved to place the tie around Devin’s eyes.
“Only if you promise not to think about Emperor Jazz,” Devin quipped, smirking up at Savin as the tie wrapped around his head, covering his eyes completely.
“Deal.”
***
Wes walked back into their hotel, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Hey Devin! How’d that interview...go...?”
The hotel room was empty. Shrugging, Wes put the cup down on the table. He had seen the line at the Palace earlier that day. If he had to guess, Devin was still tied up with that.
He walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. As he turned on SimFighting, he hoped Devin would be back soon.
Chapter Three this way!