When Rupert ran his hands over his trousers, Wes immediately felt himself starting to stir, both from the touch and from the promise of the use of the braces later. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to settle down while Rupert disappeared into the loo. As much as his lover made him want him, he couldn't very well go out to the grocery store stiff as a board.
By the time he was out, Wesley had managed to settle down enough and quickly got himself ready to go. Once they were underway, he smiled at Rupert's suggestion for dinner.
"That sounds wonderful - it's been quite a while since I've have good pasta. And I rather missed your sauce." He then shot Rupert a pained expression at his question. "Of course, I do. I can't vouch for their state since I do tend to burn everything I make..."
He broke off and gave him a grin. "Kidding, love. The pots and pans are fine. I'll get them out for you when we get back."
Soon, they were at the store, and as they walked inside, Wesley found himself taking Rupert's hand. A few people shot them looks, but he didn't care. This was the first time he was actually able to open about his relationship with Rupert without worrying about his father or Buffy and her friends, and he was rather ready to enjoy it.
Taking him into the foreign import section right as they entered, he picked up a box of jaffa cakes. "See. Told you we could get you some."
Giles gave Wesley a horrified look when he said all of his pots and pans were ruined because he had burnt things in them. He blinked, wondering how the other man survived without him. But when Wesley said he was kidding, he let out a breath. "You've been probably living on takeaway, haven't you? No wonder you aren't in shape!"
He gave his love a cheeky grin as they pulled up to the supermarket. Once inside, Giles held on to Wesley's hand as they walked through the aisles. His face lit up when he saw the jaffa cakes. "You certainly know the way to my heart, love," he said, placing the cakes in the small basket he'd gotten from the front.
They continued through the aisles, picking up a few items here and there. When they came to the dairy aisle, Giles smiled when he saw the whipped cream. "I think we should get some of this too," he said, placing a can in the basket. "It's good on jaffa cakes," he explained, not wanting Wesley to know he planned on using it on him while he had him tied down with the braces.
"No, I haven't been living on takeaway," Wesley tried to protest. "We've...gone to some restaurants too."
It was going to be nice to actually make time to eat at home with Rupert, spending time with him. When he hadn't been around, Wesley had really no reason to go home, so he had often worked late, losing himself in his research. Sometimes, he had forgot to eat until someone would bring something for him, more often than not Fred. Now that they were together again, though, Wesley promised himself that he wasn't going to let that happen anymore.
After they had got most everything - including the whipped cream, which Wesley seriously wondered how exactly that would taste with jaffa cakes, he looked into the cart. "How about a French stick to have with the spaghetti tonight?" he asked.
They headed to the bakery, where they picked up one of the loaves. Wesley also picked up a bag of fresh-baked cookies. "For Fred. I think she deserves it after putting up with Purple Pan and Wendy last night," he told his lover.
Once they had everything, they went through the checkout and paid for the groceries, then headed back to the flat, where they put everything away. Wesley looked over his cabinets in amazement when they finished.
"I think this is the most food I've had in here since I moved in," he said with a chuckle.
Giles was happy to cook for his lover. It'd been too long since he had cooked for anyone. He'd cooked a few times for the children but they didn't seem to appreciate the time and effort he'd put in his meals. All they wanted was something to eat before running off to help Buffy patrol or to The Bronze. But, Wesley was different and appreciate everything he made for him.
After dinner, he made them some tea and they sat and chatted for a bit before he remembered the whipped cream he's gotten. Of course he hadn't gotten it for his jaffa cakes, but Wesley didn't know that. Moving closer to him on the couch, Giles nuzzled his love's neck and smiled. "You know, Wesley, I do believe you mistranslated that passage earlier," he said, knowing the other man would know where his teasing was leading. "I do believe you need a refresher lesson on proper demon names."
Standing from the couch, Giles retrieved the whipped cream from the icebox before picking up the pair of braces he'd left on top of one of his boxes. "I do believe we should start with water demons," he said, motioning for Wesley to go to the bedroom. "Strip now and we'll get started."
Dinner was wonderful - probably the best meal he'd had in months if not years. And it meant more to him than anything since Rupert had been the one to cook it for him. He had never had someone really want to take care of him like this, and he swore that he was never going to take Rupert for granted.
And as good as dinner was, it was even better to sit with his lover afterwards, sipping a cup of hot tea and talking. He leaned against him, enjoying the closeness although a part of him still remembered what Rupert had promised him earlier. So when he mentioned his translation mistake, he perked up a bit, feeling his heart begin to race. Sitting up, he watched as he go up.
"Yes...I...I do believe you're right," he said, wondering for a moment why Rupert was going into the kitchen. When he came out with the container of whipped cream, he felt his eyes widen for a moment - just what did he have in mind?
Swallowing a bit, he pushed himself from the couch and walked into the bedroom where he immediately did as Rupert instructed, taking off his shirt, jeans and boxers. Once he was naked, he put his hands behind his back, feeling himself stirring under Rupert's gaze.
"You asked that I start with Water demons," he said, staring straight head as though reciting to a headmaster. "There are 20 species of water demons - Alluviata, Aquaria, Brinate, Estuater, Hydragensus, Icerallin, Littoral..."
Giles had always liked Wesley's eagerness, even if it annoyed him at first when they first met in Sunnydale. He always knew he could manpulate it to his liking but the more he got to know Wesley, the less he wanted to hurt him. Of course if he were still Ripper, he would've made Wesley into his own little pet. Shaking his head of the thoughts, he followed Wesley into the bedroom and watched him strip him of his clothes.
Walking around him, he listened to him name off the water demons, his cock twitching at the thought of what he wanted to do. "Very good, Wesley," Giles said before he motioned toward the bed. "You know what to do now." He watched Wesley lie down on his back, his wrists to the bars of the headboard.
Giles kneeled on the bed and used the braces to tie Wesley's wrists to the bars. He made sure the bindings weren't too tight before getting off the bed. "I think perhaps the safe word shall be...crossbow," he said. He stripped himself of his clothes and kneeled on the bed again, this time between Wesley's spread legs.
Shaking up the can of whipped cream, he sprayed a line of it on Wesley's hardening cock. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Giles placed the whipped cream aside and looked up at Wesley as his hands massaged his upper thighs. "Now I want you to recite all demons that live in caves and breathe fire," he firmly said before he dipped his head and slowly started to lick the whipped cream off.
When Rupert expressed his satisfaction with his naming of the species of water demons, Wesley felt ridiculously pleased even though he knew there was no doubt of his knowledge. Once he had got to know him in Sunnydale, Rupert's approval had come to mean a great deal to him. Hearing it from him again now, even with everything that had happened in the time they had been apart, meant just as much.
At his instruction, Wesley immediately climbed into the bed, the way he had done before years ago, with his hands above his head. He felt his cock beginning to throb in anticipation as Rupert tied his hands to the bedpost. He almost didn't hear the safe word but managed to make note of it before Rupert was between his legs, the whipped cream in hand.
When he sprayed it onto his cock, Wesley closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. He had almost forgot how intense this was, being tied up, unable to touch Rupert while he touched him, driving him mad.
Especially when he started licking the cream off his cock.
He tried to maintain control, fighting all the instincts that told him to buck up. "There...there are five species of demon...oh God...that live in caves and breathe fire," he said before letting out a gasp as Rupert's tongue ran over the skin. He could feel himself heating up and his balls beginning to tighten. "F--fuegocampor, Fueatcaverne...Hoesta...Hoestaspelun, Paaelydyte...and...and...Dafiama."
Wesley's cock was beautiful. At least Giles thought it was. Especially when it was lying against his stomach, hard and throbbing. He sprayed more whipped cream on the underside of his lover's cock and set about licking it off. He slowed a bit when it looked as if Wesley was about to lose his train of thought. When he started to name off the demons again, Giles rewarded him with more licks.
His hand moved down and cupped his balls. "Remember the rules, love. No coming until I say you can," Giles whispered before he went back to cleaning the whipped cream off Wesley's cock. If he wanted to truly torture the other man, he would continue what he was doing but he needed to taste his lover.
Giles picked up the bottle of lube off the bedside table and lubed his finger up before returning to his position between Wesley's legs. He thrust his finger inside of Wesley and wriggled it around as he bent down and sucked the other man's cock into his mouth. He sucked and hummed, and he could tell Wesley was getting close. Sucking up on his cock, Giles looked up at him and smiled.
"You may come now. You did rather well with your demons, Wesley," he murmured before he started to thrust his finger further in, and sucked Wesley's cock back into his mouth.
Wesley felt his mind spinning and his body tightening almost painfully as he founght to keep himself under control. It was damn well near impossible, especially when Rupert licked him and cupped his balls. This man affected him like no one else and trying to not to come when he was so arousing was almost torture. Especially when he couldn't move his hands because they were tied above his head.
Then Rupert moved off for a moment, giving Wesley a brief moment of relief. He took a few deep breaths to try to settle himself and had just managed to push his pending orgasm down when he felt him shifting back between his legs. He opened his eyes just in time to see and feel Rupert push a finger inside him, causing him to buck up as a bolt of painful pleasure shot through him.
"Ungggh," he groaned as his lover's lips wrapped themselves around him. It was too much. Too much. He wasn't going to last. His body was being to practically vibrate from the want and need and arousal as Rupert stimulated. He tried to shove it down, but it just became more intense. His breathing became shallower, and his body warm, sweat rolling down his forehead and his back.
Then he let up again, and Wesley let out a small cry of frustration, feeling himself on that edge, not knowing which was worse, trying to stay on it or being pulled away. Then he heard it - the permission to come, the permission to let go, and when Rupert began stroking his finger inside him and sucking him again, Wesley let himself rush headlong toward release.
His body quickly tensed up again, arching up underneath Rupert, and when he hit that edge, he hung for a moment before his muscles began shuddering and his cock began twitching wildly, his release letting go in several spurts.
"Rupert," he gasped, panting heavily, his entire body still trembling from the exertion.
By the time he was out, Wesley had managed to settle down enough and quickly got himself ready to go. Once they were underway, he smiled at Rupert's suggestion for dinner.
"That sounds wonderful - it's been quite a while since I've have good pasta. And I rather missed your sauce." He then shot Rupert a pained expression at his question. "Of course, I do. I can't vouch for their state since I do tend to burn everything I make..."
He broke off and gave him a grin. "Kidding, love. The pots and pans are fine. I'll get them out for you when we get back."
Soon, they were at the store, and as they walked inside, Wesley found himself taking Rupert's hand. A few people shot them looks, but he didn't care. This was the first time he was actually able to open about his relationship with Rupert without worrying about his father or Buffy and her friends, and he was rather ready to enjoy it.
Taking him into the foreign import section right as they entered, he picked up a box of jaffa cakes. "See. Told you we could get you some."
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He gave his love a cheeky grin as they pulled up to the supermarket. Once inside, Giles held on to Wesley's hand as they walked through the aisles. His face lit up when he saw the jaffa cakes. "You certainly know the way to my heart, love," he said, placing the cakes in the small basket he'd gotten from the front.
They continued through the aisles, picking up a few items here and there. When they came to the dairy aisle, Giles smiled when he saw the whipped cream. "I think we should get some of this too," he said, placing a can in the basket. "It's good on jaffa cakes," he explained, not wanting Wesley to know he planned on using it on him while he had him tied down with the braces.
"Is there anything else we need?"
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It was going to be nice to actually make time to eat at home with Rupert, spending time with him. When he hadn't been around, Wesley had really no reason to go home, so he had often worked late, losing himself in his research. Sometimes, he had forgot to eat until someone would bring something for him, more often than not Fred. Now that they were together again, though, Wesley promised himself that he wasn't going to let that happen anymore.
After they had got most everything - including the whipped cream, which Wesley seriously wondered how exactly that would taste with jaffa cakes, he looked into the cart. "How about a French stick to have with the spaghetti tonight?" he asked.
They headed to the bakery, where they picked up one of the loaves. Wesley also picked up a bag of fresh-baked cookies. "For Fred. I think she deserves it after putting up with Purple Pan and Wendy last night," he told his lover.
Once they had everything, they went through the checkout and paid for the groceries, then headed back to the flat, where they put everything away. Wesley looked over his cabinets in amazement when they finished.
"I think this is the most food I've had in here since I moved in," he said with a chuckle.
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After dinner, he made them some tea and they sat and chatted for a bit before he remembered the whipped cream he's gotten. Of course he hadn't gotten it for his jaffa cakes, but Wesley didn't know that. Moving closer to him on the couch, Giles nuzzled his love's neck and smiled. "You know, Wesley, I do believe you mistranslated that passage earlier," he said, knowing the other man would know where his teasing was leading. "I do believe you need a refresher lesson on proper demon names."
Standing from the couch, Giles retrieved the whipped cream from the icebox before picking up the pair of braces he'd left on top of one of his boxes. "I do believe we should start with water demons," he said, motioning for Wesley to go to the bedroom. "Strip now and we'll get started."
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And as good as dinner was, it was even better to sit with his lover afterwards, sipping a cup of hot tea and talking. He leaned against him, enjoying the closeness although a part of him still remembered what Rupert had promised him earlier. So when he mentioned his translation mistake, he perked up a bit, feeling his heart begin to race. Sitting up, he watched as he go up.
"Yes...I...I do believe you're right," he said, wondering for a moment why Rupert was going into the kitchen. When he came out with the container of whipped cream, he felt his eyes widen for a moment - just what did he have in mind?
Swallowing a bit, he pushed himself from the couch and walked into the bedroom where he immediately did as Rupert instructed, taking off his shirt, jeans and boxers. Once he was naked, he put his hands behind his back, feeling himself stirring under Rupert's gaze.
"You asked that I start with Water demons," he said, staring straight head as though reciting to a headmaster. "There are 20 species of water demons - Alluviata, Aquaria, Brinate, Estuater, Hydragensus, Icerallin, Littoral..."
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Walking around him, he listened to him name off the water demons, his cock twitching at the thought of what he wanted to do. "Very good, Wesley," Giles said before he motioned toward the bed. "You know what to do now." He watched Wesley lie down on his back, his wrists to the bars of the headboard.
Giles kneeled on the bed and used the braces to tie Wesley's wrists to the bars. He made sure the bindings weren't too tight before getting off the bed. "I think perhaps the safe word shall be...crossbow," he said. He stripped himself of his clothes and kneeled on the bed again, this time between Wesley's spread legs.
Shaking up the can of whipped cream, he sprayed a line of it on Wesley's hardening cock. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Giles placed the whipped cream aside and looked up at Wesley as his hands massaged his upper thighs. "Now I want you to recite all demons that live in caves and breathe fire," he firmly said before he dipped his head and slowly started to lick the whipped cream off.
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At his instruction, Wesley immediately climbed into the bed, the way he had done before years ago, with his hands above his head. He felt his cock beginning to throb in anticipation as Rupert tied his hands to the bedpost. He almost didn't hear the safe word but managed to make note of it before Rupert was between his legs, the whipped cream in hand.
When he sprayed it onto his cock, Wesley closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. He had almost forgot how intense this was, being tied up, unable to touch Rupert while he touched him, driving him mad.
Especially when he started licking the cream off his cock.
He tried to maintain control, fighting all the instincts that told him to buck up. "There...there are five species of demon...oh God...that live in caves and breathe fire," he said before letting out a gasp as Rupert's tongue ran over the skin. He could feel himself heating up and his balls beginning to tighten. "F--fuegocampor, Fueatcaverne...Hoesta...Hoestaspelun, Paaelydyte...and...and...Dafiama."
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His hand moved down and cupped his balls. "Remember the rules, love. No coming until I say you can," Giles whispered before he went back to cleaning the whipped cream off Wesley's cock. If he wanted to truly torture the other man, he would continue what he was doing but he needed to taste his lover.
Giles picked up the bottle of lube off the bedside table and lubed his finger up before returning to his position between Wesley's legs. He thrust his finger inside of Wesley and wriggled it around as he bent down and sucked the other man's cock into his mouth. He sucked and hummed, and he could tell Wesley was getting close. Sucking up on his cock, Giles looked up at him and smiled.
"You may come now. You did rather well with your demons, Wesley," he murmured before he started to thrust his finger further in, and sucked Wesley's cock back into his mouth.
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Then Rupert moved off for a moment, giving Wesley a brief moment of relief. He took a few deep breaths to try to settle himself and had just managed to push his pending orgasm down when he felt him shifting back between his legs. He opened his eyes just in time to see and feel Rupert push a finger inside him, causing him to buck up as a bolt of painful pleasure shot through him.
"Ungggh," he groaned as his lover's lips wrapped themselves around him. It was too much. Too much. He wasn't going to last. His body was being to practically vibrate from the want and need and arousal as Rupert stimulated. He tried to shove it down, but it just became more intense. His breathing became shallower, and his body warm, sweat rolling down his forehead and his back.
Then he let up again, and Wesley let out a small cry of frustration, feeling himself on that edge, not knowing which was worse, trying to stay on it or being pulled away. Then he heard it - the permission to come, the permission to let go, and when Rupert began stroking his finger inside him and sucking him again, Wesley let himself rush headlong toward release.
His body quickly tensed up again, arching up underneath Rupert, and when he hit that edge, he hung for a moment before his muscles began shuddering and his cock began twitching wildly, his release letting go in several spurts.
"Rupert," he gasped, panting heavily, his entire body still trembling from the exertion.
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