choke on sordid mirth

Rain is drooling onto the sheets. It slips around the gag in his mouth and drips, steadily, onto Mountain's clean sheets. If he was anyone else, Mountain would probably punish him for this. But he doesn't, of course, he doesn't. Mountain's hands are soft on Rain's skin, carding up and down his spine, pressing calloused thumbs into the divots at the small of his back.

"You're taking this so well, Raincloud." Mountain's voice is quiet, easy. The praise makes Rain shudder. Mountain slides his hand up Rain's spine, tracing each vertebra under his fingers. He slips his fingers into the sweaty hair at the back of Rain's head. Rain expects pain, finally, after all this softness. But Mountain just applies gentle pressure, no pain. Just a slow rub that only serves to make Rain float even higher. He sinks lower into the bed, and presses his forehead into the wet spot on the sheets. When Mountain tugs on the leash, it's easy, a quick sharp tug, not hard enough to choke. He holds it tight but uses an arm around Rain's waist to haul him upright. He braces Rain's boneless body against his own chest, bending so he can press his face against Rain's cheek.

He swipes the drool off of Rain's cheeks and chin. Rain looks over at him, eyes wild. He waits for Mountain to say something about it, to call him messy, to be mean. Mountain drags his hand down Rain's chest to roll a nipple between his fingers. Rain moans, he leans his weight more fully on Mountain. His head falls forward, dark curls falling into his face. More drool drips down to the bed. "Gorgeous, Rainy. So responsive. You're so good like this. You've been so good for me. You know that right?"

Rain lifts his head, he looks at Mountain through heavy-lidded eyes. Good? He hasn't done anything. Mountain has been at him for what feels like hours. Touching him gently. Pressing soft kisses and praise to every inch of Rain's skin. Edging him, over and over, with smooth languid strokes on his cock. Working him open at the same time. His fingers stroking deep inside of him, making Rain keen, stars dancing behind his eyes. Rain hasn't done anything except be here, cuffed, gagged, leashed. The collar around his throat is Mountain's favorite. Pretty, effective. Deep forest green leather, embroidered with ivy leaves. When Mountain strokes his fingers over it on his way to cup Rain's jaw, Rain shudders. Rain isn't sure if Mountain expects an answer, but he doesn't have one. He just rests his head back against Mountain's shoulder. His body exposed to Mountain's wandering hands. Everything feels delayed, like moving through syrup. Mountain's touch is the only thing that really comes through, stark in its gentleness. Mountain trails a finger over Rain's belly, through the hair there, and downward to curl his hand around his cock. Mountain kisses Rain's temple, lips lingering against the sweat-slicked skin, as he starts to stroke and Rain's body starts to tremble against his.

Rain shakes his head. He can't do it again. He can't stand another denial. He wants to cum, he needs to cum. He wants to beg for it. The gag makes it impossible. He settles for a whine. He squeezes his eyes shut.

"It's ok, Raincloud. I have you. I won't stop this time, I promise." He doesn't stop. When Rain's body goes taught in his arms, he keeps going, until Rain is cumming with a sob. Mountain wrings it out of him, prolonging it with skilled strokes, milking Rain for every drop as Rain shudders and drools and sobs in relief. Mountain lowers Rain back down onto the bed. Rain turns his head so he can press his cheek to the sheets. The wet spot has gone cold. He rests his cheek on it. It feels good against his burning skin. "Are you ready for me, Raincloud? Just a little more."

Rain nods, eager. Mountain holds onto Rain with one hand on the short chain between the cuffs. With the other, he lines himself up and presses in. The push is slow, indulgent. Mountain groans, long and deep. Rain whines. His body is overstimulated. Mountain feels huge. Impossibly hard. Rain's stuffed full, and cum drunk. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the slow slide of Mountain inside of him.