Tied
Title: Tied
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,785
Rating,Warnings: 18 -
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: A little pressie for
lukadreaming. She said she wanted Stephen tied up with Ryan’s cock in his arse, and I am clearly powerless to resist her requests. Hopefully, this will also temporally sate the movement led by
fredbassett calling for tongues up arses.
AN2: Muchos thanks to
fredbassett for betaing this for me.
"Fucker!" Stephen growled.
"I’m sorry, my sweet. Something wrong?" Ryan asked innocently from behind him.
"This is not what I agreed to." Stephen tried to move but was once again unsuccessful.
"Yes you did. You clearly agreed to be tied up. I remember it quite well."
"I agreed to be tied up. A little bit of fun you said. This is not being tied up, this is being tied down!" Stephen pulled again at his bonds and again had no luck in budging.
Ryan was still standing back admiring his handiwork. He’d done the hands first, that had been the easy bit once Stephen had agreed in principle. Arms stretched wide, one tied to each bed post, face buried in a pillow. Once Stephen’s hands were tied, Ryan was then free to do his legs. Stephen had protested, quite loudly, but Ryan had whistled cheerfully as he’d ignored him and set about his work. Each ankle was now also attached to a bed post, spreading Stephen’s legs wide.
Ryan was currently quite happily watching Stephen pull at the bonds and struggle on the bed. As his torso was the only part of him he that could really achieve any movement in, it was making his arse wriggle in a quite pleasing and suggestive way.
Stephen’s spread legs gave Ryan a quite luscious view of his balls pressed against the bed. Hmm. That made him think. It wouldn’t be good if too much of Stephen was pressed against the bed. Ryan left his position and picked up one of the unused pillows from the head of the bed. He moved down and slid an arm under Stephens’s stomach, lifting him slightly. Then he pulled the pillow through and made sure everything was arranged as he wanted it. Stephens cock - half-hard, betraying his protests - now hung from his body; still touching the bed, but Stephen would never be able to get the friction he’d want. That allowed Stephen’s balls to hang free too, which Ryan was pleased to see when he resumed his position at the end of the bed. And of course his arse was now perked cutely into the air.
Ryan climbed onto the bed so he was kneeling between Stephen's spread legs. He picked up a bottle of lube and smeared some onto the fingers of one hand. Then he leant forwards and used his other hand to spread Stephen’s buttocks. His head dipped and he licked a long stripe along Stephen’s skin, dancing quickly over his hole, finally earning an appreciative murmur from the man under him. Ryan lapped a few more times, getting increasingly firmer with shorter strokes until he was concentrated on Stephen’s opening.
He flicked his tongue over the puckered skin and at the same time brought his lubed fingers to his own arse. He narrowed his tongue to a point and started to push in while a finger slid into his arse. He groaned through the sensation and heard Stephen sigh beneath him. Squeezing the flesh of Stephen’s arse with his other hand, Ryan started to gently fuck Stephen with his narrowed tongue while working a finger in and out of his own body.
Ryan could feel Stephen’s body going slack under him, the tension from fighting his bonds evaporating. Ryan forced his tongue flat, stretching Stephen’s arse slightly wider, muscle pushing against muscle. A second finger slipped into his own arse and he hummed his own appreciation into Stephen’s hole.
His actions and having his mouth hanging open was making Ryan salivate and he let it run along his tongue into Stephen, making him wet and slippery as he fucked and stretched him with his tongue. Stephen was moving under him now, breathy, needy sounds coming from him. Ryan’s cock was hard and heavy and crying out for attention, but he wanted Stephen like this for longer, wanted Stephen desperate and writhing for him.
Stephen was gently rocking his hips, his breathing heavy but even. Ryan kept his fingers working in his own body, masochistically driving himself to distraction, and continued to work his tongue in and out of Stephen’s hole. He buried his face between Stephen’s cheeks and then released him with his hand. He pulled his arm under his body and reached up, cupping Stephen’s balls in his hand, careful not to touch the other man’s cock. Stephen moaned and Ryan couldn’t help but grin as he continued to roll the heavy sacs in his hand.
But his own need was growing and he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his fingers from himself and pulled away from Stephen, sitting back on his heels. Stephen gave a little whine of loss and Ryan laughed.
“Don’t be too disappointed, love; the good stuff is about to start.”
“Good for who?” huffed Stephen, though Ryan was pleased to see the angry tone was compromised somewhat by Stephen’s obvious breathlessness.
Ryan laughed and leant forward, plastering himself against Stephen’s body, letting his erection slide along Stephen’s arse in a tease of what was to come and put his mouth next to Stephen’s ear.
“It will be good for you my sweet, but better for me. I will be the only one coming, buried deep in your fine, tight arse, while you writhe under me, desperate to come but exhausted from the fucking I am about to give you. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You are tied up like that until I decide otherwise. Now, I would brace yourself if I were you.”
Ryan saw Stephen’s eyes flicker shut, those long, dark eyelashes fluttering above his flushed cheeks. At the same time he felt a shiver run through Stephen’s body and Ryan battled smugness with overwhelming lust. He sat up again, moving back into position between Stephen’s legs. He picked up the lube again and just smeared some on his cock deciding that he had made Stephen’s hole quite wet enough already.
He leaned forward, body weight supported on one arm braced on the bed, and lined his cock up with Stephen’s entrance. He pushed slowly, feeling the muscle start to give way around the head. He continued almost unbearably slowly until Stephen’s body was about to clench around the ridge and then he slammed down and forwards, pushing the rest of his length into Stephen’s body in one, smooth thrust.
“Fuck!” Stephen shouted and his back arched. Ryan marvelled at watching the muscles in Stephen’s back, shoulders and arms tense and strain against the ropes. It was a beautiful contrast against how lax he had been while Ryan’s tongue had been in his arse. Stephen’s chest heaved as he sucked in breath, trying to recover from the sudden intrusion.
But Ryan had no intention of letting him recover. He pulled himself back, nearly completely out of Stephen’s body again, before slamming back in as he had just done. And then he decided the time for playing was over. Stephen’s body was tight around him and straining under him and Ryan just wanted to get on with fucking him properly.
So he did.
He felt his muscles stretch and pulse under his skin as he held himself up and used his thighs and hips to thrust hard and repeatedly into Stephen’s tethered body. Stephen grunted and gasped every time Ryan snapped into him. Ryan could feel him lifting his hips to meet him and could only imagine how desperate his cock must have been to be touched.
Ryan kept going for as long as he could - he had meant it about exhausting Stephen - but Stephen felt so damn good and as much as he wanted to keep fucking him for ever, his orgasm was getting closer and closer and he couldn’t keep it at bay any longer. His breathing was heavy and he couldn’t contain a shout as he came hard, pushing in as deep as he could.
He rested for a moment, much of his weight on Stephen’s body. He caught his breath and felt Stephen moving under him, hips shifting, desperately trying to find release. Ryan pushed himself up on his arms and slid from Stephen’s arse. He sat back on his heels again and spent a moment looking over Stephen’s naked, tied body. He was straining at all the ropes now and, despite its elevation, come was leaking out of his reddened hole, balls still hanging heavy.
Ryan ran a hand up a tethered thigh before turning around to untie the attached ankle. The he reached across and untied the other one.
“Fucking finally,” Stephen muttered into his pillow. Ryan grinned behind him and moved up the bed, knees planted each side of Stephen’s body, under his armpits. He reached over and untied one arm, but kept hold of the wrist, moving it into the centre of the bed and holding it above Stephen’s head as he untied the second wrist. Ryan moved the two wrists together, wrapped the silken rope around both again and tied them close.
“Oh, come on!” Stephen said, lifting his head. But Ryan ignored him and swung one leg back over Stephen’s body allowing him to flip him over and off the pillow.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands above your head or do I need to tie them to the bed again?”
“Bastard. Fucking leave them.”
Ryan’s leg was them back over Stephen’s body and he watched the realisation dawn in Stephen’s eyes as to what was about to happen just before Ryan sunk down on his hard cock. Ryan bit his lip as Stephen stretched him more than his fingers had and Stephen’s body bucked up into him.
Stephen raised his legs, planting his feet on the bed and Ryan instantly felt the improved leverage as Stephen pushed into him. Ryan rode Stephen, meeting him thrust for thrust, hands planted on Stephen’s chest until Stephen’s rhythm faltered, his head tipped back on a strained neck and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Ryan kept moving, letting Stephen finish jerking and spasming under him. Once Stephen had stilled Ryan did too and he leaned forward, his lips touching Stephen’s. Stephen’s mouth opened, inviting Ryan inside and Stephen’s hands looped over his neck. Ryan could feel the rope rubbing against his neck as Stephen kept their bodies tied close together.
The kiss lasted a while until coming to a gentle, natural end and Ryan pulled back, Stephen’s hands still bound behind his neck.
“You called me names.”
“You deserved it.”
Ryan grinned. “You might have a point there.”
Stephen smiled back and tightened his arms. “But now I have you right where I want you.” And he leant up to kiss Ryan again.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 1,785
Rating,Warnings: 18 -
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: A little pressie for
lukadreaming. She said she wanted Stephen tied up with Ryan’s cock in his arse, and I am clearly powerless to resist her requests. Hopefully, this will also temporally sate the movement led by
fredbassett calling for tongues up arses.
AN2: Muchos thanks to
fredbassett for betaing this for me.
"Fucker!" Stephen growled.
"I’m sorry, my sweet. Something wrong?" Ryan asked innocently from behind him.
"This is not what I agreed to." Stephen tried to move but was once again unsuccessful.
"Yes you did. You clearly agreed to be tied up. I remember it quite well."
"I agreed to be tied up. A little bit of fun you said. This is not being tied up, this is being tied down!" Stephen pulled again at his bonds and again had no luck in budging.
Ryan was still standing back admiring his handiwork. He’d done the hands first, that had been the easy bit once Stephen had agreed in principle. Arms stretched wide, one tied to each bed post, face buried in a pillow. Once Stephen’s hands were tied, Ryan was then free to do his legs. Stephen had protested, quite loudly, but Ryan had whistled cheerfully as he’d ignored him and set about his work. Each ankle was now also attached to a bed post, spreading Stephen’s legs wide.
Ryan was currently quite happily watching Stephen pull at the bonds and struggle on the bed. As his torso was the only part of him he that could really achieve any movement in, it was making his arse wriggle in a quite pleasing and suggestive way.
Stephen’s spread legs gave Ryan a quite luscious view of his balls pressed against the bed. Hmm. That made him think. It wouldn’t be good if too much of Stephen was pressed against the bed. Ryan left his position and picked up one of the unused pillows from the head of the bed. He moved down and slid an arm under Stephens’s stomach, lifting him slightly. Then he pulled the pillow through and made sure everything was arranged as he wanted it. Stephens cock - half-hard, betraying his protests - now hung from his body; still touching the bed, but Stephen would never be able to get the friction he’d want. That allowed Stephen’s balls to hang free too, which Ryan was pleased to see when he resumed his position at the end of the bed. And of course his arse was now perked cutely into the air.
Ryan climbed onto the bed so he was kneeling between Stephen's spread legs. He picked up a bottle of lube and smeared some onto the fingers of one hand. Then he leant forwards and used his other hand to spread Stephen’s buttocks. His head dipped and he licked a long stripe along Stephen’s skin, dancing quickly over his hole, finally earning an appreciative murmur from the man under him. Ryan lapped a few more times, getting increasingly firmer with shorter strokes until he was concentrated on Stephen’s opening.
He flicked his tongue over the puckered skin and at the same time brought his lubed fingers to his own arse. He narrowed his tongue to a point and started to push in while a finger slid into his arse. He groaned through the sensation and heard Stephen sigh beneath him. Squeezing the flesh of Stephen’s arse with his other hand, Ryan started to gently fuck Stephen with his narrowed tongue while working a finger in and out of his own body.
Ryan could feel Stephen’s body going slack under him, the tension from fighting his bonds evaporating. Ryan forced his tongue flat, stretching Stephen’s arse slightly wider, muscle pushing against muscle. A second finger slipped into his own arse and he hummed his own appreciation into Stephen’s hole.
His actions and having his mouth hanging open was making Ryan salivate and he let it run along his tongue into Stephen, making him wet and slippery as he fucked and stretched him with his tongue. Stephen was moving under him now, breathy, needy sounds coming from him. Ryan’s cock was hard and heavy and crying out for attention, but he wanted Stephen like this for longer, wanted Stephen desperate and writhing for him.
Stephen was gently rocking his hips, his breathing heavy but even. Ryan kept his fingers working in his own body, masochistically driving himself to distraction, and continued to work his tongue in and out of Stephen’s hole. He buried his face between Stephen’s cheeks and then released him with his hand. He pulled his arm under his body and reached up, cupping Stephen’s balls in his hand, careful not to touch the other man’s cock. Stephen moaned and Ryan couldn’t help but grin as he continued to roll the heavy sacs in his hand.
But his own need was growing and he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his fingers from himself and pulled away from Stephen, sitting back on his heels. Stephen gave a little whine of loss and Ryan laughed.
“Don’t be too disappointed, love; the good stuff is about to start.”
“Good for who?” huffed Stephen, though Ryan was pleased to see the angry tone was compromised somewhat by Stephen’s obvious breathlessness.
Ryan laughed and leant forward, plastering himself against Stephen’s body, letting his erection slide along Stephen’s arse in a tease of what was to come and put his mouth next to Stephen’s ear.
“It will be good for you my sweet, but better for me. I will be the only one coming, buried deep in your fine, tight arse, while you writhe under me, desperate to come but exhausted from the fucking I am about to give you. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You are tied up like that until I decide otherwise. Now, I would brace yourself if I were you.”
Ryan saw Stephen’s eyes flicker shut, those long, dark eyelashes fluttering above his flushed cheeks. At the same time he felt a shiver run through Stephen’s body and Ryan battled smugness with overwhelming lust. He sat up again, moving back into position between Stephen’s legs. He picked up the lube again and just smeared some on his cock deciding that he had made Stephen’s hole quite wet enough already.
He leaned forward, body weight supported on one arm braced on the bed, and lined his cock up with Stephen’s entrance. He pushed slowly, feeling the muscle start to give way around the head. He continued almost unbearably slowly until Stephen’s body was about to clench around the ridge and then he slammed down and forwards, pushing the rest of his length into Stephen’s body in one, smooth thrust.
“Fuck!” Stephen shouted and his back arched. Ryan marvelled at watching the muscles in Stephen’s back, shoulders and arms tense and strain against the ropes. It was a beautiful contrast against how lax he had been while Ryan’s tongue had been in his arse. Stephen’s chest heaved as he sucked in breath, trying to recover from the sudden intrusion.
But Ryan had no intention of letting him recover. He pulled himself back, nearly completely out of Stephen’s body again, before slamming back in as he had just done. And then he decided the time for playing was over. Stephen’s body was tight around him and straining under him and Ryan just wanted to get on with fucking him properly.
So he did.
He felt his muscles stretch and pulse under his skin as he held himself up and used his thighs and hips to thrust hard and repeatedly into Stephen’s tethered body. Stephen grunted and gasped every time Ryan snapped into him. Ryan could feel him lifting his hips to meet him and could only imagine how desperate his cock must have been to be touched.
Ryan kept going for as long as he could - he had meant it about exhausting Stephen - but Stephen felt so damn good and as much as he wanted to keep fucking him for ever, his orgasm was getting closer and closer and he couldn’t keep it at bay any longer. His breathing was heavy and he couldn’t contain a shout as he came hard, pushing in as deep as he could.
He rested for a moment, much of his weight on Stephen’s body. He caught his breath and felt Stephen moving under him, hips shifting, desperately trying to find release. Ryan pushed himself up on his arms and slid from Stephen’s arse. He sat back on his heels again and spent a moment looking over Stephen’s naked, tied body. He was straining at all the ropes now and, despite its elevation, come was leaking out of his reddened hole, balls still hanging heavy.
Ryan ran a hand up a tethered thigh before turning around to untie the attached ankle. The he reached across and untied the other one.
“Fucking finally,” Stephen muttered into his pillow. Ryan grinned behind him and moved up the bed, knees planted each side of Stephen’s body, under his armpits. He reached over and untied one arm, but kept hold of the wrist, moving it into the centre of the bed and holding it above Stephen’s head as he untied the second wrist. Ryan moved the two wrists together, wrapped the silken rope around both again and tied them close.
“Oh, come on!” Stephen said, lifting his head. But Ryan ignored him and swung one leg back over Stephen’s body allowing him to flip him over and off the pillow.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands above your head or do I need to tie them to the bed again?”
“Bastard. Fucking leave them.”
Ryan’s leg was them back over Stephen’s body and he watched the realisation dawn in Stephen’s eyes as to what was about to happen just before Ryan sunk down on his hard cock. Ryan bit his lip as Stephen stretched him more than his fingers had and Stephen’s body bucked up into him.
Stephen raised his legs, planting his feet on the bed and Ryan instantly felt the improved leverage as Stephen pushed into him. Ryan rode Stephen, meeting him thrust for thrust, hands planted on Stephen’s chest until Stephen’s rhythm faltered, his head tipped back on a strained neck and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Ryan kept moving, letting Stephen finish jerking and spasming under him. Once Stephen had stilled Ryan did too and he leaned forward, his lips touching Stephen’s. Stephen’s mouth opened, inviting Ryan inside and Stephen’s hands looped over his neck. Ryan could feel the rope rubbing against his neck as Stephen kept their bodies tied close together.
The kiss lasted a while until coming to a gentle, natural end and Ryan pulled back, Stephen’s hands still bound behind his neck.
“You called me names.”
“You deserved it.”
Ryan grinned. “You might have a point there.”
Stephen smiled back and tightened his arms. “But now I have you right where I want you.” And he leant up to kiss Ryan again.