auroraexpress | Bond post: gifts

[Doubt. But that's fine he's securing Crow's wrists not too tightly, then leaning back to survey a bound and blindfolded Crow.]

... this look suits you pretty well.

[ Crow tests the bindings, tugging lightly on them. They seem secure enough for now-- they won't cut off any circulation but they won't give away with the slightest pull, either. Good, that'll work for now. ]

Y'know, I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.

[ His tone is teasing. ]

[If Crow worked at it, he'd escape no problem, but it'll stand up to a little writhing and tugging.

He takes in the sight Crow makes, blindfolded with his hands bound, and he can't help the husky note in his voice. ]

Definitely a compliment.

[ Fffffffuck, the way he says that sends electric shivers throughout his body and he can't help but groan. ]

So you gonna get back here or what?

[ Not being able to see or anticipate Rean's next move is some kind of delicious torture. ]

Hm.

I'll think about it.

[He's smiling but Crow can't see it. And he lightly traces his fingers up Crow's chest before pulling them away, leaning over to nip his collarbone, suck a hickey on it before again pulling away. ]

Somehow having you like this just really, really makes me want to bully you.

Sadist.

[ As if that wasn't obvious. He writhes against the bed, not hard enough to put his binds at risk but definitely enough to convey how impatient he's feeling. He's hard and wanting, not to the point of panting from it yet but there's still time for that. ]

Reaaaaan.

[ It's a breathy, turned-on sound somewhere between cajoling and whining. ]

Yeah?

[Is he responding to being called a sadist or his name? Either way he brushes his thumb over one of Crow's nipples, leaning close to murmur against his ear.]

Should I ask about all your masochistic fantasies while I have you this way, and play them out one by one until you beg me to have mercy?

[ It doesn't matter which he's responding to, they're both one and the same right now.

He hisses with pleasure at the combination of the sudden sensation of Rean's thumb against his nipple and Rean's hot breath against his ear. ]

Oh yeah. [ He breathes the words out, entirely compromised. ] I'd... definitely be into that.

[He smiles wide and turns the brush of his thumb into a light pinch before sitting up and straddling Crow, hooking his fingers into Crow's belt.]

All right. Tell me each of your fantasies and I'll make them come true.

[He tangles his free hand into Crow's hair, forming a fist and holding his head still firmly as he leans in, murmuring against his lips without kissing him.]

One. By. One.

[ He wants to kiss Rean so badly but there's something entirely enticing about Rean being in control of when and if that happens. ]

Well you've already got handcuffing down. [ Close enough anyway. ] Wax play. Spanking. Orgasm denial.

[He hums as he listens, tilting Crow's head up a little to bite his neck gently for each thing on the list.]

And? What else?

[ He makes a lewd sound at those bites. ]

Clamps. Hair pulling. Biting.

[ He's got that one down, too. ]

And... I definitely wouldn't mind if you could come up with something that would surprise me.

Mmhm. Some of those will have to wait.

[Clamps, hot wax. He's not exactly equipped with those in his inventory at the moment.]

But I can do my best to keep your interest.

[He finally kisses Crow, firm but sweet, greedily possessive.]

Feel free to add any thoughts that come to you.

[For now he's getting Crow's pants off.]

[ Crow responds eagerly and hungrily to that kiss, almost whining when he stops. ]

I'll keep you updated.

[ For now, he's lifting his hips to accommodate Rean as he removes his pants. ]

[Reans tosses the pants... somewhere. Unimportant. Focused instead on how Crow looks naked and bound.

Note to self definitely invest on real cuffs and rope. And things.

Next time.

For now he starts to caress Crow, touching his chest, his sides and hips, thighs, neck, cock. Letting his hands skip around wherever without continuous touch so Crow doesn't quite know the next place he's getting touched. Sometimes he caresses him super light with his fingertips and others firm, possessive pets with his whole hand, just winding Crow up a little.]

[ Real cuffs and ropes would sound like an amazing idea to Crow if he heard it.

Rean's doing a fantastic job of winding up Crow. Not knowing when or where the next touch is coming or how much pressure there will be is driving him nuts in the best of ways and soon he's an incredibly turned-on mess-- panting and whimpering, needy little lewd noises escaping from him with increasing frequency. ]

Rean. F-fuck. Reaaaaaan.

[ He doesn't even really have something to add to that, just that the taste of Rean's name in his mouth is delicious. ]

You sound amazing like this.

[Crow so turned on and openly needy is hot as hell and Rean lifts his fingers to press to Crow's lips, gently pushing into his mouth.]

Suck.

[ He wraps his tongue around Rean's fingers, licking at them before he closes his lips and sucks obligingly. No, more than obligingly-- he's all but fellating the fingers, comfortable enough to let Rean take this wherever he wants to go.

If Rean thinks Crow being turned on like this is hot as hell, well Crow feels the same way about Rean being demanding. It's a side of him he doesn't always get to see, one that's incredibly sexy. ]

[Rean's thinking about that list Crow gave. More than just a little submissive, it's all real madochism, wanting an edge of pain, roughness.

The thought of Crow moaning and submissive is appealing as hell, and it's not like Rean wouldn't enjoy the same things himself. So he's not too fussed about the requests, just the degree to which to follow them. He trusts Crow to indicate if it's ever too much but he also never wants Crow to have to.

So he finger fucks Crow's mouth, getting just a bit rougher before pulling out and sitting up, dragging his fingers leisurely down Crow's cock without warning, stroking him unhurriedly.]

You've told me what you want, it's only fair I tell you I intend to make you beg before I even consider letting you get off.

[ Crow wouldn't have been willing to admit interest in any of those things if this weren't someone he trusted with them, if it weren't Rean. It's part of what makes any of it so appealing to him-- "I trust you enough to admit I want this."

He sucks Rean's fingers eagerly as he fingerfucks his mouth and when those same fingers start gently stroking his cock, he gasps and his hips buck up almost unconsciously, desperate for that touch. ]

Oh yeah? [ He chuckles, breathless and so entirely turned on that there's even a bead of precum at his tip. ] Sounds like... mmm... fun.

That's what I thought.

[He strokes Crow's cock a few slow times, just to make him feel good, then sits up, looking Crow over as he considers where to start.

Well.... that shouldn't be difficult.

He scoots to the edge of the bed and lifts Crow in his arms handling him gently but decisively, flipping him to lay across Rean's lap.]

Hm, what was one of those suggestions again? Spanking?

[ The first noise he makes is a startled one-- he hadn't realized what was coming until Rean laid him back down. And then he realizes where Rean's legs are and the next sound out of him is entirely compromised and turned on and more than a little lewd. ]

That... was definitely one of 'em.

[He takes a moment to arrange Crow, make sure his bound hands can touch the bed and his legs are lightly spread and generally that Crow is stable in his lap.

And then he slides his fingers down Crow's bank, a gentle caress that's entirely sweet, ending in fondling Crow's ass.

He leans over, murmuring in Crow's ear, voice low and commanding.]

Count aloud for me.

[And he settles one arm over Crow's lower back, holding him firmly still, and smacks his ass with the flat of his palm.]

[ The contrast between the sweet caress and the sharp sting of Rean's hand is sudden and sharp enough that it leaves him gasping, leaves his brain pleasantly scrambled for a moment before he collects his thoughts long enough to remember to count. ]

O-one.

[He slides his fingers over the skin he just slapped, gently, soothing. And then he draws his hand back to do it again against Crow's other cheek.]

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