FIC: Time To Play
Title: Time To Play
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Mest
Categories: Matt Lovato/Tony Lovato, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Matt & Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Matt has had a bad day and cheers himself up by playing with his favourite ‘toy’
"The way I see it, Anthony, you have three choices." Matt's voice was quiet and deadly as he held the gag to Tony's lips, fingers tight in his hair. "You can either accept the gag, you can use your safe word, or I force the gag in and punish you later. Now, which will it be?"
Tony whimpered and winced as Matt’s fingers dug into his chin, his eyes sliding closed as he parted his lips, accepting the gag.
“Good boy,” Matt praised, stepping behind Tony and adjusting the straps around his head, pulling hard on them and forcing the gag hard into Tony’s mouth, trapping the large red ball behind his teeth. A moan ripped from the blond’s throat, his eyes widening as the gag was secured. “Ok?” Matt asked, moving to stand in Tony’s eye line again, lifting his head up and kissing his cheek, grinning and running his fingers over the gag when Tony nodded. “Nearly done now, I promise.” He walked across the room to kneel down in front of their 'toy box' and pulled out a black leather body harness. He held it up to show to Tony as he slowly walked back towards him, grinning at the undisguised lust in Tony's eyes and the shiver that ran through him. "Yeah, that's right, you like this, don't you?" Matt cooed, running his hands down Tony's chest, playing with the clamps on his nipples, his own cock growing harder at Tony's strangled moans.
Matt's face wrinkled in concentration as he fitted the tight harness around Tony's body, sucking unconsciously on his lower lip as he snapped the rings around Tony's hard cock, fingers trailing down the v of his legs to roll his balls, teasing him as the leather held him.
Tony's moans grew louder and Matt bit down on his lip to stifle a groan of his own, arousal trembling his fingers, palms damp as he blotted them on his t-shirt. "Fuck!" He muttered as he pulled the harness around Tony's torso, fastening it snugly then stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Very nice," he nodded. "But there's something missing…" A thoughtful frown creased his forehead as he slowly walked around Tony, one finger tracing the leather, tremors wracking Tony's bound frame at the contact. "Of course," Matt chuckled and made his way over to the bedside locker, pulled out the vibrator and, without letting Tony see what he had, crossed back over the room to stand behind him, one hand resting lightly on his hip. "Ready?" He asked softly, feeling Tony's attempts to relax. Nodding as best as he could, Tony grunted, telling Matt to proceed. “Good boy,” Matt praised him, gently working the tip of the vibrator into Tony’s ass, rocking it in and out until he felt the resistance fade. Pressing his hand against the base, he thrust it in fully in one hard motion, flicking it on and stepping back to watch Tony’s almost instantaneous reaction.
Tony tensed, quivering as pleasure crashed through him, the muscles in his arms flexing against the ropes around his wrists and elbows. The spreader bar between his ankles shook, clanging against the floor, the taut rope from Tony’s wrists to the hook in the ceiling, humming as his struggles caused it to vibrate. A constant low-pitched moan came from behind the gag, his nostrils flaring as he panted for breath, thrusting back as best he could against his bonds.
Matt moaned as he watched Tony, quickly stripping out of his clothes, fingers curling around his aching cock, pumping it slowly. His other hand stroked up his chest to find his tight nipples. He pinched one between thumb and forefinger, pulling and rolling it until he gasped, his knees growing weak as need rushed through him. Forcing his hands away, he crossed the room on shaky legs, grabbing one of the chairs and turning it around, sitting on it and watching Tony. Spreading his legs, Matt started stroking his cock again, spreading the copious amounts of pre-come all around the head.
“Tony,” he called softly, a moan in his voice. “Tony, look at me.” He waited until Tony obeyed, the tendons in his neck straining as he lifted his head. Their eyes met and Matt felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as electricity crackled between them. “Watch me,” he whispered. “And when I come, so can you.”
A whimper and the widening of Tony’s eyes was the only response Matt got as he spread his legs, fist tightening around his cock, his other hand further down to play with his balls. Te room was silent other than two sets of ragged moans, both growing louder and more desperate as Matt neared completion. His eyes slid closed, his head dropping back against the chair, hips thrusting into his touch as his fist lost its rhythm, strokes becoming fast and erratic, until he cried out wordlessly, jerking in the chair as his come coated his fist.
He opened his eyes in time to see Tony shuddering where he stood, his eyes rolled back in his head, skin flushed a dark red as his own orgasm crashed through him, trembling hard before hanging limply against the ropes, come dripping thickly down his legs.
Breathing heavily, Matt pushed himself to his feet, clutching at the arms of the chair until his legs stopped shaking. Calmer, he deftly untied Tony, catching him as he pitched forward. He helped him over to the bed, lying down next to him, waiting for him to come out of his daze, whispering softly to him, running one finger down his cheek, helping him down.
“Matt?” He whispered hoarsely, leaning into the gentle touch.
“Hey,” Matt smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Tony’s lips. “Welcome back.”
Tony hummed appreciatively then stretched out on the bed with a sigh, rolling his neck to work out the crick, another hum at the crack. “Wow.” He declared, grinning at Matt. “That… That was… I… um… Than…”
Matt shook his head, pressing his finger over Tony’s lip, cutting him off. “No Tony, it’s me who should be thanking you. I know what you’re thinking and you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just needed… I had a shit day and you… Just amazing… I…” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “Thank you,” he mumbled against his lips, pulling him closer and wrapping him in a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered again
~El Fin~
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS - Mest
Categories: Matt Lovato/Tony Lovato, BDSM, PWP
Rating: NC17
Archive: Yes to list archives. All others please let me know where so I can come and preen, okay?
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write.
Disclaimer: Matt & Tony Lovato are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Matt has had a bad day and cheers himself up by playing with his favourite ‘toy’
"The way I see it, Anthony, you have three choices." Matt's voice was quiet and deadly as he held the gag to Tony's lips, fingers tight in his hair. "You can either accept the gag, you can use your safe word, or I force the gag in and punish you later. Now, which will it be?"
Tony whimpered and winced as Matt’s fingers dug into his chin, his eyes sliding closed as he parted his lips, accepting the gag.
“Good boy,” Matt praised, stepping behind Tony and adjusting the straps around his head, pulling hard on them and forcing the gag hard into Tony’s mouth, trapping the large red ball behind his teeth. A moan ripped from the blond’s throat, his eyes widening as the gag was secured. “Ok?” Matt asked, moving to stand in Tony’s eye line again, lifting his head up and kissing his cheek, grinning and running his fingers over the gag when Tony nodded. “Nearly done now, I promise.” He walked across the room to kneel down in front of their 'toy box' and pulled out a black leather body harness. He held it up to show to Tony as he slowly walked back towards him, grinning at the undisguised lust in Tony's eyes and the shiver that ran through him. "Yeah, that's right, you like this, don't you?" Matt cooed, running his hands down Tony's chest, playing with the clamps on his nipples, his own cock growing harder at Tony's strangled moans.
Matt's face wrinkled in concentration as he fitted the tight harness around Tony's body, sucking unconsciously on his lower lip as he snapped the rings around Tony's hard cock, fingers trailing down the v of his legs to roll his balls, teasing him as the leather held him.
Tony's moans grew louder and Matt bit down on his lip to stifle a groan of his own, arousal trembling his fingers, palms damp as he blotted them on his t-shirt. "Fuck!" He muttered as he pulled the harness around Tony's torso, fastening it snugly then stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Very nice," he nodded. "But there's something missing…" A thoughtful frown creased his forehead as he slowly walked around Tony, one finger tracing the leather, tremors wracking Tony's bound frame at the contact. "Of course," Matt chuckled and made his way over to the bedside locker, pulled out the vibrator and, without letting Tony see what he had, crossed back over the room to stand behind him, one hand resting lightly on his hip. "Ready?" He asked softly, feeling Tony's attempts to relax. Nodding as best as he could, Tony grunted, telling Matt to proceed. “Good boy,” Matt praised him, gently working the tip of the vibrator into Tony’s ass, rocking it in and out until he felt the resistance fade. Pressing his hand against the base, he thrust it in fully in one hard motion, flicking it on and stepping back to watch Tony’s almost instantaneous reaction.
Tony tensed, quivering as pleasure crashed through him, the muscles in his arms flexing against the ropes around his wrists and elbows. The spreader bar between his ankles shook, clanging against the floor, the taut rope from Tony’s wrists to the hook in the ceiling, humming as his struggles caused it to vibrate. A constant low-pitched moan came from behind the gag, his nostrils flaring as he panted for breath, thrusting back as best he could against his bonds.
Matt moaned as he watched Tony, quickly stripping out of his clothes, fingers curling around his aching cock, pumping it slowly. His other hand stroked up his chest to find his tight nipples. He pinched one between thumb and forefinger, pulling and rolling it until he gasped, his knees growing weak as need rushed through him. Forcing his hands away, he crossed the room on shaky legs, grabbing one of the chairs and turning it around, sitting on it and watching Tony. Spreading his legs, Matt started stroking his cock again, spreading the copious amounts of pre-come all around the head.
“Tony,” he called softly, a moan in his voice. “Tony, look at me.” He waited until Tony obeyed, the tendons in his neck straining as he lifted his head. Their eyes met and Matt felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as electricity crackled between them. “Watch me,” he whispered. “And when I come, so can you.”
A whimper and the widening of Tony’s eyes was the only response Matt got as he spread his legs, fist tightening around his cock, his other hand further down to play with his balls. Te room was silent other than two sets of ragged moans, both growing louder and more desperate as Matt neared completion. His eyes slid closed, his head dropping back against the chair, hips thrusting into his touch as his fist lost its rhythm, strokes becoming fast and erratic, until he cried out wordlessly, jerking in the chair as his come coated his fist.
He opened his eyes in time to see Tony shuddering where he stood, his eyes rolled back in his head, skin flushed a dark red as his own orgasm crashed through him, trembling hard before hanging limply against the ropes, come dripping thickly down his legs.
Breathing heavily, Matt pushed himself to his feet, clutching at the arms of the chair until his legs stopped shaking. Calmer, he deftly untied Tony, catching him as he pitched forward. He helped him over to the bed, lying down next to him, waiting for him to come out of his daze, whispering softly to him, running one finger down his cheek, helping him down.
“Matt?” He whispered hoarsely, leaning into the gentle touch.
“Hey,” Matt smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Tony’s lips. “Welcome back.”
Tony hummed appreciatively then stretched out on the bed with a sigh, rolling his neck to work out the crick, another hum at the crack. “Wow.” He declared, grinning at Matt. “That… That was… I… um… Than…”
Matt shook his head, pressing his finger over Tony’s lip, cutting him off. “No Tony, it’s me who should be thanking you. I know what you’re thinking and you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just needed… I had a shit day and you… Just amazing… I…” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “Thank you,” he mumbled against his lips, pulling him closer and wrapping him in a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered again
~El Fin~