Adrian and Roger do Lucid
It was Adrian's birthday weekend and Roger celebrated it to the max! He'd been in a bit of a funk earlier in the week, but then he decided to dash around like mad making reservations and commissioning Adrian's present. They'd gone out dancing late last night, had a late breakfast in bed, attended the opening of Sweeney Todd, dined at the River Cafe
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Either way, it was a huge turn on and Adrian kept thrusting his fingers into Roger, careful not to give him more than that.
His cock begged for attention, but Adrian wasn't done with tormenting Roger yet. He lifted his hand from Roger's back and moved it to his wand. A moment of deep concentration, merely touching the wand lightly, and Adrian managed to conjure a small feather. It hovered where his gaze and attention was focused, just below Roger's balls. This would take some energy and concentration, but he wasn't going to use it for long.
"Don't be shy ... touch him. He wants it."
Replacing his hand on Roger's back, Adrian added a third finger, pushing them in as deeply as possible and twisting them slightly. He only looked at the small dark feather though, hoping nobody would notice it in the intimate light. His smile widened slightly as it brushed against Roger's balls.
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Then all thought left him as Adrian must have added another finger and something tickled at his hanging balls.
A high whine left his throat, until he cut it off by biting his lip. His legs locked at the knees locking his hips perfectly between the sweet hard thrust of Adrian's fingers and the evil tickling from below.
He panted harshly when he could breathe again.
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"He's so hot, you won't believe it ... you should try. I'm feeling particularly generous tonight." Adrian fought to keep his voice free from the lust surging inside himself as he spoke softly.
"I'll let you fuck him ..." Adrian emphasised the 'offer' with a twist of his fingers, finally allowing them to brush briefly against the prostate. "And I'll watch."
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He nearly came, the stimulation was so much... so sweet. He lay there gasping and panting . . . and wanting.
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"Or should I tie you up?"
Painstakingly slowly he started pulling his fingers out, only barely keeping himself from moaning at the sensations around his fingers.
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He groaned at the feel of Adrian's long fingers ejecting from him, so slowly. Then he panted, feeling empty. He waited on the tabletop for what would happen next.
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"I'll only be watching you." Adrian straightened up and moved his hand down to the wand in it's sheath on his trouser leg. Surreptiously, making sure nobody really could see or hear what he was doing, Adrian cast a binding spell. Not with ropes though. Ropes appearing out of nothing had a tendency to make Muggles suspicious. But ropes or not, Roger wouldn't be able to move out of his current position, unless Adrian cancelled the charm.
The smile on Adrian's lips was smug, pleased.
"One thing though..." He reached down and cupped Roger's balls, holding them firmly. "You're not going to come before I allow you to."
Circe! How could it be so easy to fall into such a role? He'd always been dominant, but this was totally new territory. He hoped he was doing okay. But Roger's reactions were immensely encouraging. And gods ... satisfying, arousing, mindblowing!
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He sighed and relaxed once Adrian bound him. Oh yes. Much easier this way. Now he didn't have to try so hard to remain still.
"Oi!" he squeaked at the grip on his balls. Oh yeah, he had asked for that, hadn't he? Roger swallowed and nodded his acquiesence.
He couldn't decide whether or not he really wanted someone else touching him. He really only ever wanted Adrian, but there was something so titillating about the thought of having Adrian give him to someone else. The daydream had recurred many times in Roger's imagination. He'd just had to admit it to Adrian.
Now, he was stuck with the result.
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Keeping his grip on Roger's balls, he let his right hand - the one with the bracelet - stroke Roger's arse, fingertips ghosting along the crease.
"Could you help me? I seem to have my hands full and I need to keep my pet here from disobeying my order." Adrian spoke softly, away from Roger, as if addressing that 'friend'.
At the same time he drew together all of his concentration and murmured beneath his breath, his voice drowned out by the background sounds. He could feel the magic follow his will, but only Roger's probably distinct reaction would tell him if he'd been successful in 'restraining' his lover's balls.
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He jerked and let out an "Eep!" when the base of his balls was gripped in a vise.
He bit back angry words. He'd asked for this, after all.
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"He's all yours," Adrian said, loud enough for Roger to hear him. Then he pulled his chair slightly behind Roger, out of the man's line of sight. How the hell was he going to do this? In a way that continued the fantasy for Roger, but without actually having somebody else touch his lover and without jostling the leash too much? And it wasn't easy to think in this situation, surrounded by and exposed to so much arousing input.
Adrian tightened the leash, standing right behind Roger. Not enough to make the torc uncomfortable against Roger's neck. Just enough to hold it taut against the edge of the table with his hand, immobilising it as Roger was.
With his other hand curled around the base of his cock, Adrian positioned himself against Roger's opening. Then thrust inside, burying himself in one push. But not further than to where his fingers still were, reducing his length with around 1½ inch.
Adrian bit his lip to remain as quiet as possible when he started fucking Roger with hard and faster than normal strokes. The friction was so intense and hot though, only using the lubrication from when he'd fingerfucked Roger, that he couldn't hold back a low strangled groan.
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Someone's fucking me! he thought in surprise. Part of him was outraged and part of him was elated. Roger arched his back, groaning. His arse tried to rise higher in the air to meet the fast furious fuck.
Is that Adrian? he wondered at the low groan. Of course it's Adrian! He's standing right there watching!
Roger's collar thrummed and pulsed with the same beat as the cock pushing into his arse... though it didn't go nearly deep enough. Roger moaned with redoubled need and want.
It was so hot, being fucked across a table like this. His cock was so hard, His balls were swollen too in their bond. But it wasn't enough! It wasn't Adrian!
Roger couldn't remember if he was allowed to talk... he wasn't in his fantasy... so he just lapt pushing back with his arse.
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But Roger was obviously enjoying this, meeting Adrian's thrusts eagerly. It was vexing, not knowing whether Roger actually believed it was somebody else, or if he was playing out a 'role' as well.
Roger shouldn't want others to fuck him. He shouldn't fucking enjoy it! It should only be Adrian, only him!
Adrian's thrusts had turned more forceful at those thoughts, and the possessive feeling of lust burning inside Adrian.
He wanted to say something, but it would destroy the fantasy, because he wouldn't be able to keep the strain and pleasure of fucking Roger out of his voice.
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"Adrian! Merlin! Yours! Only yours!"
It felt so strange, this shorter cock, but it also felt so good, just the sensation of being fucked, hard like this. Pleasing Adrian's friend would please Adrian, right?
"Adrian! Please!" Roger was near mindless from having his balls tied up tight and also being held flat on the table. His balls felt like they were going to explode.
"God! Fuck me! Adrian! Fuck MEEEE!" he wailed.
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With a gasp he pulled abruptly out of Roger and panted for breath, chills running through his body.
Does he know it's me? Roger had to know. Adrian couldn't allow any other thought right now. Roger was his!
There was supposed to be spanking or whipping, but that would have to wait for another time. Adrian let go of the table and instead dug his fingers into Roger's hip as he with a loud groan thrust inside again, this time to the hilt.
"Mine!" His other hand's fingers found Roger's hip as well, digging in harder to emphasise his exclamation.
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He gasped for air between labored cries and grunts. He stood on tiptoe to push back. Adrian was taller than his friend, and godsyes! bigger, and fucking Roger deeper.
"Give it! Gods yes, Adrian! Give it to me! Fuck me! YES!"
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