auroraexpress | Bond post: gifts

[ 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.]

[ There's another gasp with that one, but it tapers off into a moan. It's all he can do to keep from squirming, his cock painfully hard against Rean's leg. ]

Two.

[ The number comes as almost an afterthought. ]

[He pets Crow again, softly.]

Goddess you're so beautiful.

[Hs praise is genuine but followed by another sharp slap of his palm. And another, alternating where he hits until he's spanked Crow ten times and Crow's ass is pleasantly red.]

[ "Beautiful" is not the word Crow would use but he isn't in a position to argue and he isn't particularly inclined to right now. He doesn't really have a problem if that's the word Rean wants.

Each slap tapers off into an increasingly turned on moan from Crow until that last one is long and loud and lewd, and he can't help the way he's helplessly squirming against Rean, the way his cock rubs against him with each fidget only serving to make for an even more intense contrast. He manages to keep count though, the number "ten" coming out shaky because of the way he tries to grind against Rean as he says it. ]

[It's nice, seeing Crow this turned on. Honestly it's tempting to continue but any more than this and it'll edge on more than a sore ass, so he rubs Crow's back lightly, tangles his fingers in Crow's hair and drags his head up a bit roughly to kiss him.]

You did well.

[ Crow's response is to kiss him hungrily, entirely shameless in how turned on he is and how much he wants Rean. His wrists are still bound so he can't pull him in closer, can't run his hands through Rean's hair but the way presses into it probably gets the idea across. ]

[He nips Crow's lips then his jaw, shuddering a little at how fucking hot Crow is when eager and shameless and tied up.]

I'm going to pick you up again.

[That's the warning Crow gets before Rean picks him up and turns him around, setting him on his knees on the ground and standing himself to start shedding his own clothes.]

[ It's enough of a warning for Crow to brace himself, and when he realizes he's on his knees, he can't help the slow grin that crosses his face. He's pretty sure he knows where this is going and fuck he wants it so much. ]

Maybe we should try the blindfold thing more often.

I'd rather see your eyes, but this isn't so bad now and then.

[He really would rather see Crow's eyes. But it's still attractive in its own way, Crow blindly trusting him. He threads his fingers in Crow's hair, petting him a moment before pulling him gently forward. Crow's probably exactly right about where this is headed, because the tip of his cock nudges at Crow's lips.]

Suck.

[The same command but in a huskier tone. He's turned on and this is a good way to work Crow up and let off some steam himself so he can push Crow further.]

[ That was exactly what he thought. He licks at the tip for a moment, his tongue moving in a slow swirl before he opens his mouth and starts to take Rean in, inch by delicious inch. He'll go as far as he can without triggering his gag reflex (which, as it turns out, is pretty far-- he can at least take most of Rean) before he starts to pull away, slowly working his way into a rhythm. ]

[He keeps a hand firm in Crow's hair, letting Crow take his cock at his own pace but watching with heavy lidded hunger.]

Mm. That's good.

[It's really good, and he's okay with Crow setting the pace for it right now, keeping still since Crow can't see or use his hands. It feels incredible having Crow suck on him eagerly like this.]

[ It's certainly a unique experience, trying to give a blow job while blindfolded and bound-- but Crow can't say he minds. The rhythm he settles on is certainly eager-- about as fast as he can comfortably manage with no other resources but his mouth available to him. ]

Fuck... Crow.

[He's murmuring roughly, fingers tightening in Crow's hair and urging his pace a little faster.]

[ There's something really enticing about hearing Rean enjoy himself like that, to feel the fingers tightening in his hair. He does start moving faster, his head bobbing up and down as he takes in as much as Rean as he can. ]

[He hums in pleasure, savoring the warmth of Crow's mouth. He's hard and slowly starting to rock his hips, using his hand in Crow's hair to control the rhythm of this, pushing it a little rougher on Crow, a little faster.]

[ Fffffuck, that's hot. Crow is incredibly turned on, hard almost to the point of discomfort but it's easy to set aside in the moment in favour of focusing entirely on Rean's cock. On moving along with the fast and rough pace Rean's set, taking him in greedily and hungrily. He can't help the lewd little sounds trying to escape from him, rumbling in his chest and into Rean, but he isn't really trying to either. Why shouldn't Rean know how hot he finds this? ]

[Well he doesn't really have to wonder if this level of roughness is okay with Crow. Crow's not making it a mystery. Which is gratifying and a complete turn on.

He shudders a little, restrains himself to only a mildly rough pace for now, much as he'd like to pull Crow's hair hard and bury his cock in his throat--]

Nngh. Fuck you feel so good. You look so good.

[Because Crow getting off on servicing him submissively is incredibly hot.]

[ Crow has no way of indicating that he would, in fact, be more than okay with Rean doing that-- but it's a thought Rean can pin for next time, perhaps.

Anyway, he can't actually say anything so forming a momentary suction around Rean's cock will have to suffice as a response to Rean's praise. He's still Crow and he very much appreciates hearing how good he looks and feels. He's not letting up for an instant, eagerly keeping up with the pace Rean has set for him. ]

[He groans and tugs on Crow's hair, cock twitching a little but keeping control just long enough to say.]

Ah damn you feel-- so good. I'm going to come, Crow.

[It's a warning, he's ready to come but he's giving Crow a second to adjust and brace for it before pushing a little further into his mouth, shuddering and spilling against his tongue. Crow is way too attractive on his knees, and he has many things left to do to him.]

[ That second is appreciated, it gives Crow the chance he needs to be ready for Rean. He greedily sucks and swallows, taking in every last drop that Rean has to offer until he's entirely spent.

This was just the beginning, Crow's entirely aware, but fuck what an incredible prelude. ]

[Goddess Crow feels good sucking on his cock like this. He pulls out of Crow's mouth, leans down and uses the hand in Crow's hair to force his head up so Rean can kiss him heatedly. He needs a moment to recover but having come once will give him a little more breathing room to torment Crow without getting distracted himself.]

[ Crow responds to the kiss every bit as heatedly, a little out of breath and very horny. The taste of Rean on his mouth and on his lips is a sweet contrast to the desperate, needy throb of his own cock between his legs. A part of him wishes he could touch Rean, drag him in closer, thread his fingers through his hair. The rest of him, however, wouldn't give up the Rean taking charge like this for all the mira (or sparks, he supposes) in the universe. ]

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