the print of his hard cock stuck out against his boxers. a small, dark patch of precum soaked into the fabric, clinging to the head of his cock and making the material stick to it.

he watched with wide eyes carefully as the vibrator came to life in your hands with a soft click a faint, low buzzing sound filled the quiet room.

he hid his excitement well, or at least, he tried to. he let his head fall back against the headboard with a sigh, doing his best to look as bored as possible to get on your nerves, but you saw past it. a twitch in his thigh and the way his breath hitched giving him away.

you crawled closer to where he was sat on the bed, the mattress dipping with your movement. you leaned in, moving your head to kiss the lobe of his ear. you left it wet, then blew on it gently, smiling as his whole body shivered beside you.

"you look bored, yuma... " you said with faux disappointment.

you trailed the vibrator across his body, starting at his collarbone. the cold silicone leaving a trail of goosebumps on his warm skin in its wake. you circled one of his nipples, then the other, the vibrations making it pebble instantly. a sharp hiss escaped his mouth as he clenched his jaw, his eyes squeezing shut for a second.

"fuck," he breathed out, his hand coming up to wrap around your wrist, "stop—shit,"

you pulled your arm out of his hold, raising an eyebrow. "you want me to stop?" your voice dripping with false sympathy. "I don't mean to bother you... " your voice trailing off at the end as you lowered your hand that the toy in it.

and without warning, you pressed the buzzing tip directly on the wet patch on his boxers, right on the head of his cock.

his reaction was instant. his hips bucking off the bed, as a choked moan tore from his lips. his hands flew to your wrist again, not to push you away, but to grip you tight. his eyes flew open, wide and shocked. any 'boredom' he had visible on his features gone.

"oh," he gasped, moaning your name as his body trembled. "Don't— don't stop."

a teasing laugh escaped your mouth, "aw, now you don't want me to stop?"

you drove the vibrator up and down his cock, coming to a stop on his tip and pressing on it every now and then. your free hand rested on his face, kissing him as you swallowed all the pretty sounds he was making.

he was nodding his head during the kiss, occasional mumbles of "keep going" and mantras of yes escaping his lips.

you pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before breaking. his face was flushed, his lips swollen and slick with spit, and his eyes were glassy, completely lost in the pleasure. a desperate, high-pitched whine escaped his throat when you moved the toy away from his cock for just a second.

"no," he gasped, his hips chasing the sensation. "please, put it back. please."

he begged so prettily for you that almost did put it back.

"don't worry, baby," you cooed, your voice a low purr as your free hand scratched at his scalp softly. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. "let's get rid of these, don't you think? they're just in the way."

he nodded his head quickly, his hands already moving to shove them down his legs and kick them somewhere on the floor. his cock stood, the head a mean shade of red from all the stimulation to it. a fresh bead of precum already forming at the tip.

the sight made your own pussy clench around nothing. you leaned in, with your mouth. pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, licking away the precum. he whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets as his hips twitched.

"fuck! y/n—"

you stopped him by finally pressing the vibrator directly against his bare, sensitive tip. the sensation, now not covered by a piece of fabric, was intense. His whole body was shaking, as a strangled moan ripped from his throat as his back arched into a tight bow.

"oh god," he screamed, his legs shaking uncontrollably. "too much! 's too much, I can't—"

"you can," you commanded, your voice deepening. you held the toy steady, watching as his body writhed beneath you. "and you will. you're going to cum for me, yu."

you used your other hand to grip the base of his cock, holding him steady as you dragged the vibrator down his shaft, tracing the thick vein on the underside before circling back to his frenulum. his breaths were in short and sharp pants, his chest heaving.

"yu, look at me," you ordered.

he forced his eyes open, his gaze hazy and tear-filled with pleasure. locking onto yours, and that was all it took. with a loud, broken cry, his orgasm tore through him. thick, white ropes of cum shooting from his cock and painting his stomach in long, messy stripes. you kept the vibrator pressed against his tip, working him through every last spasm until he was a whimpering, oversensitive mess, trying to squirm away from your touch.

you took pity on him and clicked the toy off. the sudden silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged gasps for air. you set the vibrator aside and leaned down to kiss him gently, a soft, comforting contrast to the intense pleasure you'd just given him.

your hand snaking between your bodies to give him a teasing stroke of his cock.

his hips twitched as his hand dropped quickly to pull yours off of him. his face and neck flushed as he shook his head.

"please. no more."

you giggled, nodding your head. "you're so pretty when you cum for me." you whispered, leaning in again to kiss him. feeling addicted to his lips.

his hands moved to rest on your hips, "are you gonna let me see you cum, too, baby?" he asked, his hand already slipping into your pants and tugging on the hem of your panties.

you let him keep his hand there. "I might... " you teased, your tone mocking an undecided one. "but only if you beg for it. I want to see how badly you want me, baby."

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Slow mornings with your boyfriend, Yudai, are the best thing ever, but you don’t get to have them too often. That’s why you always try to make the best out of his free mornings, taking care of each other, cooking real breakfasts that take too much time to be done on a daily basis, savouring every second together as if you've never been with each other for more than five minutes. 

You just finished frying eggs for both of you when he came into the kitchen, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, tucking his chin into your neck.

“Good morning again, sweet cheeks,” he smooched your left cheek. “Good morning, old man.” You stuck out your tongue at him, placing half of the eggs on your plate and half on his. “Can you please get some juice and place it on the table for me?” he nodded and squished your cheeks, making you pucker your lips to let him kiss them. 

“Did you already drink coffee?” he asked, going in for a second kiss as you hummed in response, “I like coffee better like this”.  He let you go and went to the fridge to get the juice you asked for. That reminded you of something, a game you’ve read about in a blog.

‘Blindfolded tasting,’ your mind went back to the last research you have done, to a game with very simple rules: 1. Blindfold your partner 2. Take turns feeding each other small bites of food.

“I have an idea,” you placed both your plates on the table. “Why don’t we play a small game tonight, before the movie?” You two planned a movie night for that day, even if you always end up ignoring the movie to cuddle instead, leaving it as background noise.  “Sure, sweet cheeks,” he chewed his eggs, “what game is it?” he asked, after chugging his coffee as he couldn’t start his day without it.  “It’s a surprise, you don’t get to know until it’s time,” you teased, leaving him suspicious. He didn’t insist on knowing more, unusual for his curious nature, and you both finished having breakfast. 

You spent a good day together: you went out to do some shopping, had lunch outside, and, after a cuddle session at the end of which Yudai completely fell asleep, while he napped, you kept working on some projects you had due Thursday next week. When he woke up, a few hours later, after he regained some of the sleep hours he had lost because of his hectic schedule, he went out for a run and came back with some fresh fruit to eat together in front of the movie. 

“So, what was your idea, sweet cheeks?” he asked, throwing himself on the couch attached to your left side. He wrapped his arm, left bare by the white tank top he was wearing, and gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.  “Do you know what blindfolded tasting is?” his ‘Go in Blind’ blindfold was shoved at the bottom of your shorts’ pocket “It’s a game I saw on internet, and I wanted to know if you’ll be able to understand the flavour without looking as you did this morning with coffee” you smiled brightly, enough innocent looking to make him fall for the half lie you just told. 

You were truly curious about his skills in this, but you were also all in for an activity that you already knew was gonna end with a heavy make-out session. 

“I’m open to trying it if you want, love. I think I already know the rules anyway,” he lightly scratched your neck. You both chose two ingredients without showing them to each other, and took turns playing. 

“Tongue out, baby,” you demanded, pressing his lower lip down with your index finger’s pad. He playfully bit your finger before complying. You sprinkled some salt, and he immediately withdrew, hiding his tongue from you and closing his eyes tightly as the taste hit his taste buds. “This is salt clearly, and you were mean.” he took off the blindfold before you even told him if he was correct or not. “Do I need to call you salty cheeks from now on?” He chugged his entire glass of water in half a second, trying to get rid of the taste. Maybe the little sprinkle of salt wasn’t a little sprinkle at all.

“My turn!” he drank two glasses of water before making you turn. He took a small teaspoon of crunchy peanut butter. Your lips were serried, scared he was going to take revenge and give you something disgusting. “Come on now, sweet cheeks. Will you open your mouth for me?” he pressed the spoon to your lips, and you instantly parted your lips. “Peanut butter,” you immediately answer, with a big smile decorating your face, before it drops completely, “the crunchy one tho”. He praised you and went on, trying the blindfold behind his head.

He bought fresh red cherries today, and you knew they were some of his favourite fruits, so you took half of them between your lips, forming a small O, and made him eat the other half. Your lips inevitably touched, and before biting, you felt him smiling. “Cherry, directly from the lips of the most beautiful woman on earth,” he gave you a peck on the lips, both yours and his reddish from the intense colour of the juice. “I didn’t want you to eat the seed,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Now turn baby, you’ll like this one”, his eyes kept going from the peanut butter’s spoon to the strawberry ice cream he chose, and smirked. He dipped two fingers inside the already melted ice cream and left a trace on his neck, guiding you to it by putting a hand on your nape. “Tongue out, baby”, you obeyed, and he tilted his head to give you more access. “Ice cream cause it’s still a bit cold,” you went in for another lick before answering correctly. “It’s a tie, sweet cheeks,” he caressed your cheek.

“Why don’t we make another round? I really want to know if you’ve been drinking all the orange juice I freshly make for you every morning”. He kept caressing your face, shifting to your neck to let his finger move up and down it. You tilted your head, confused about how he could do that.

“On your back, sweet cheeks. I gotta get you to drink your vitamins”. 

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒

Nicholas barefaced was a gift sent by heaven itself. His face is less pale than usual, his piercing eyes looking softer like he just woke up, with sleep lingering on his face, and he tries to get rid of that drowsiness by rubbing his eyes aggressively. That night, he looked exactly like that. Tired after a long day, sleepy because his regular bedtime hour was approaching, but strangely restless. 

“Boo, what’s wrong?” you asked, massaging his neck, hoping to ground him and make his leg stop bouncing like crazy.  “I don’t know,” he rested his head on the sofa’s headrest, looking straight into your eyes, pupils dilated, and eyelids half closed. “I’m sleepy, but not enough to go to sleep. I’m tired, but I still feel a strange kind of energy, and bouncing my leg isn’t enough”.  You moved his hair out of his forehead and gave him a kiss before moving your hands down on his shoulders. 

“Wanna talk for a bit? Tell me what you and the guys did today?” you asked, already moving to sit next to him. He let his head fall on your lap as soon as you settled down, and he lay down, looking up at you.  “K scolded Juju during practice today,” he suddenly said after a long moment of silence, as if he was searching in his mind for what to tell you about his day. “He threw his blindfold on Jo, and K noticed. You should’ve been there; Jo was very confused, Juju burst out laughing, and K just sighed. We didn’t see when it happened, but we had the video. It was so unintentional that alone was extremely funny.” he let out a low laugh, remembering it. 

And you just smiled, caressing his exposed collarbones as you were doing before. Seeing him happy makes you happy, and you could actually picture the entire scene. It must’ve been funny. He kept talking about his day and asked you about yours, but he kept fidgeting with his hands, turning his body on the side, and then on his back again.

“Boo, I still feel you pretty agitated,” you placed your hand on the sides where his neck connects to his jaw, to make him look at you. “Wanna watch something? It might make you sleepier. You always doze off when we cuddle and watch TV,” you suggested, and he gave a nod, unsure if that was going to work. “Can I be the small spoon?” he asked in the shyest way possible, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.  “Sure, boo,” you smiled reassuringly, “let me just…” without letting you ask, he moved closer to the edge of the couch and left some space between him and the back of the couch. You let him choose what to watch, knowing you aren’t really gonna watch it.  “You look pretty barefaced. I never tell you, but I always think that you are immensely beautiful with and without makeup on,” he mumbled, eyes closed, trying hard to fight the energy inside him, and finally fell asleep.  “Thank you, love. I think that you are very beautiful too, without makeup on Nicho. My love bug,” you smooched his shoulder. But cuddles didn’t work, and he kept moving. 

“Can we play a game? I’ve been wanting to try it for a while now, and since I can’t sleep, this might help me by spending some energy,” he said, turning to face you.  After you accepted with a quick: “You know I’m always open to trying out new things”, he quickly explained the ‘Blindfold tasting’ and its rules.  “Gonna take the blindfold from my drawer, you can choose two things in the meantime. I already know what I’m gonna use.” 

He got up from the couch and went straight to your shared bedroom. You picked out cinnamon and iced tea, craving something sweet with cinnamon. If it wasn’t so late, a coffee with cinnamon sounded like a very good option. Nicholas came back and quickly took what he needed from the kitchen, hiding it from your sight. Head and tail decided he was going to be the first one to be blindfolded. 

He independently opened his mouth and showed you his tongue, without needing you to make him stick it out. You let some cinnamon fall on it, and a second later, without even tasting it, he answered correctly: “I knew you were going to pick cinnamon. Aren’t you a bit too obsessed with it? Do I need to fight it to regain your love?” he was already about to punch the air as he always does, but you stopped him.  “No boo, you don’t. My heart is all yours, now give me that blindfold.” he handed it to you and, as you were putting it on, he prepared the most disgusting thing he could think of: a spoon of cold tomato sauce from the fridge. 

“Nicholas, why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to give me tomato sauce?” You were going to throw up, but luckily, water helped you make the taste go away without too much effort.  “Sorry, baby, I wanted to try it out. I’ll be kind with the next one, I swear,” he laughed at your annoyed face. He loves teasing people, and you weren’t an exception. 

“My turn,” you drank some tea and waited for him to be ready.  When he positioned himself, waiting for you to give him the next dish, you tapped on his lips twice with your index finger and made him open his mouth, just to kiss him. You were getting him back with iced tea, pouring it mouth-to-mouth.  “Iced tea, green one,” he smirked, “you know I don’t mind spit, right?” he teased, amused by the sight of you getting red as a tomato. “Stop and go on”. 

He waited until you were ready to move his shirt out of the way and sprinkle some sugar on his collarbones. Oh, he knew damn well how attractive you think they are. He guided you there, and the grainy texture mixed with the taste gave it away immediately.  “Sugar, clearly!”

He praised you and gave you tons of kisses, sloppy ones too, noticing how the taste of cinnamon was lingering in your mouths, making every kiss taste like it.  “How much cinnamon did you assume this week?” he asked, amused, interrupting your kissing session.  “Not too much, I swear,” you put a hand on your chest and lifted the other one. 

“You know, they say cinnamon changes people's taste, can I eat you out?”

𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀

“Yuma? Are you awake?” you called your boyfriend out, balancing the grocery bag in your arms to not make them fall while you took off your shoes. It was Sunday morning, you knew he was going to sleep until late, and decided to go grocery shopping before he woke up. When you finally got both your shoes off, you headed straight to the kitchen, only to see him slouched on the kitchen counter, looking intently at the coffee machine.

“Good morning, Bubba! Did you have a good sleep?” you asked, leaving the bags on the counter in front of him. You bent and fastly pressed your lips on his. “Perfectly, even if you move and snore too much,” he teased. Before you could retort, the microwave signaled his usual morning hot water was ready. “Why were you looking at the coffee machine?” you asked, remembering his furrowed eyebrows, gaze narrowed on the machine. He shrugged: “I was just asking myself how someone can be so masochistic to drink every morning something so bitter like that”.

He peeked at what you bought at the store, and saw a package of multi-flavor damaichuhai kohakutou, your favourite candies. He was already reaching them, but you slapped his hand. “No, I bought this for me, and if you want them, we can eat them tonight in front of our movie,” you explained as you took them and put them in the kitchen drawer. “I’ll be out for the next hour probably. I have to get a new blouse for a presentation I have on Wednesday, and then I’ll go buy some gifts for Lia’s birthday. I have to mail them on time,” you explained, as you kept putting groceries in their designated place. He hummed and nodded in response, still sipping his warm water.

“I’m going to be at home the whole morning, I’ll be working on some music,” he stretched his arms out, revealing a bit of the tattoo on his stomach. “I really hope they’ll make you produce music for the group one day,” you smiled at him, knowing how passionate he is about music. “You have great skills, Bubba, I’m sure they’ll let you participate in the creative process soon”. He smiled back at you and looked at the time. “I’ll finish this up, you can go if you need to. The sooner you leave, the sooner you get back, and we’ll have more time to spend together”. You nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, only for your face to be held by one of his hands to turn your face to him and give you a good kiss. 

You ran all your errands: new blouse, gifts for Lia, a small casual gift for Yuma because you saw something that reminded you of him, something for your kitty Binni, and lunch from a restaurant you both love.

“Bubba, I’m home again!” you yelled from the entrance, leaving your shoes there and all your bags in your bedroom. You jogged to the living room and saw Yuma sprawled on it, phone in one hand and damaichuhai kohakutou in the other. You put your hands on your hips and looked him up and down with a serious face.

“Yuma, what did I tell you? Those were for tonight, to eat them together.” You passed a hand on your face and shook your head in disbelief. You thought about how to make him pay and remembered something you’ve seen on TikTok. It was a video on games to play with your boyfriend, and the blindfolded tasting was the right one for the moment, since you bought pepper that morning.

“Well, I had a game to play with you and those, but I guess you don’t care about it.” You shrugged and went to the kitchen to leave your fresh lunch on the counter. He followed right behind you. “No, bug, I want to play. I just ate 1 of them,” he tried to justify himself, but you looked at him with the knowing look that you know will make him confess everything. “Maybe I ate 6 of them, but I really want to play with you! Now, tell me all the rules”.

You quickly explained it and yelled: “I’m going first! Blindfold yourself”. You handed him your scarf, and he tied it behind his head, while you took the ingredient with which you hoped to have your revenge on him.

“Tongue out, I’m putting this straight on it”. You took some black pepper with your fingers, but you didn’t have much time to sprinkle it, as he immediately sneezed when your fingers got close to his nose. “This is pure devil,” he coughed multiple times before answering correctly, “Black pepper, the smell gave it away immediately,” he explained, passing you your scarf.

You were ready and heard him getting up to pick something from the fridge, coming back immediately, and with a cold spoon pressing on your lips. You almost threw up right then, as soon as the “cold store-bought chicken broth” flavor hit your taste buds. “Yuma, what the actual fuck. This is disgusting!” You emptied an entire glass of water to get rid of the taste, and another one to not mix chicken broth flavor with the next thing you were going to use. 

You drank some of his favourite chocolate milk and kept it in your mouth, while he finished tidying the blindfold. “I’m ready,” he said, before feeling your hand on his nape, guiding his face near yours. With your free hand, you tapped him twice on the chin, right under his lower lip, to make him open his mouth, and kissed him deeply. You let all the chocolate milk flow into his mouth and moved your hand from the nape to his throat, feeling him swallow it immediately. “Chocolate milk, my favourite one in a new, better version,” he left your mouth only for a few seconds before returning with impetus. You had to lightly push him away to breathe again.

“Bubba, stop. I still have one of your picks to guess,” you protested.

He then removed the blindfold and helped you tie it. You stayed still, waiting, until you heard a: “It’s ready”. Yuma covered his index and middle fingers with honey and softly touched your lips, smearing it all over your lips, before making you open them. “Suck on them, Bug. We don’t want to make the couch all dirty, do we?” he teased and felt your tongue swirling around his fingers. “Honey,” you answered. “That’s right, bug”. You took off the blindfold and gave him one last, small, kitten lick, looking at his face getting a bit red. His hands roamed all over your body, going under your shirt to play with the hem of your bra.

“Now, you made me crave milk with honey. You got to make it up for me, don’t you think, bug?"

the handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he flexes his hands, the metal biting in his skin to remind him that no matter how hard he tries, he can't go anywhere. 

you smile in amusement, hands tracing the curve of his exposed abs. "you're already so worked up, and i haven't even touched you yet." leaning down, you press a kiss on his stomach, so close to where he needs you the most. "you enjoy being handcuffed that much?"

"i don't- shut up..." his face flushes a deep shade of red, quickly stretching down his neck. 

"cute." your hands reach the button of his jeans, efficiently unfastening it along with the zipper. "we're gonna play a little game."

nicholas' eyes follow your movements like a little kid eyeing a candy, "game..?" his breathing gets noticeably heavier when you tug his pants down. "w-wait."

the words die in his throat when you roll his boxers down to his knees. the cold air suddenly hitting his skin makes him flinch, his abs flexing under the dim light. his cock is already half hard, leaking steadily over his stomach.

"the game is simple." you mutter, casually wiping the precum from his tip with your finger, ignoring the way it makes his hips jump. "i touch you. you only come when i allow you to"

his eyes fly open, wide and terrified. "you can't- that's not fair." he whines.

you don't answer, just giggle as you wrap your hand around him, spreading the precum in your fingers as it was lube. your grip is firm, but the rhythm is agonizingly slow when you move your hand up and down his lenght.

nicholas' head tilts back in pleasure, a broken moan tearing from his throat. his hips buck up, trying to meet your hand and get some more friction. 

"not so fast, baby." you casually pull your hand away, leaving him panting helplessly. slowly, you strip out of your shirt, revealing your chest to him. 

the sight of your exposed body makes his throat go dry, his hands instinctively reaching to touch you. the sound of chains clanking reminds him that he can't. "fuck... you're cruel." he groans desperately. 

"oh, but i'm just getting started." with a smug expression on your face, you crawl closer to him. your hand cups his cheek way too softly that it feels like a mockery of the torture you're practicing on him. 

he whines in your mouth when you finally press your lips to his. the kiss is messy and sloppy, his tongue tangling with yours with an uncoordinated urgency. he can feel the heat radiating from your body, the faint brush of your skin against his, so close but still so far away.

"mmh..." you swallow his moans when your hand finds his cock again. this time, you don't go slow. instead, you grip the base firmly, squeezing gently before sliding your hand up in one quick motion. 

the movement makes nicholas' back arch off the bed sharply, a loud cry breaking through his lips. "no! no, no..." he tries to crawl away from the touch, but there's no use. he's trapped, the pressure building up with every deliberate stroke. 

you circle the head of his cock with your thumb, gathering the fresh moisture that has started leaking. he gasps for air, fists closing so tight his knuckles turn white.

then, your movements come to a halt. right when his tighs start trembling with near release, you entirely pull your hand away, letting his cock lay flat on his stomach. 

his eyes snap open, glassy and dazed with desperation. "no. don't- don't do that. don't stop!" he shakes his head as he feels the orgasm fading away. a single bead of sweat falls from his hair, tracing the line of his jaw before rolling down his chest. he looks completely wrecked, and it's the hottest sight you've ever seen. 

"the game isn't over yet, love." 

he stares up at you like your words have just broken his heart. "at least let me touch you... please." he doesn't care about being cool anymore. the fact that he can only feel what you give him, can't roam his hands along your waist and paint your neck with hickeys like he usually does is driving him insane. it's almost worse than you edging him. 

"no, baby. that's not how the game works." you run your finger along his chest, down to his torso and watch the goosebumps grow on his pale skin. he's always been so sensitive...

he whines loudly, eyes getting wet with unshed tears of frustration. "i don't like your game." and when you look up, you're met with the cutest, little pout on his lips. you almost melt, but you're not gonna give him that satisfaction yet. 

"aww... it'll be over soon, i promise." you leave a small kiss on his collarbone, making him hiss. "you're gonna be a good boy, right?"

nicholas bites his lower lip, his pride making the words get stuck in his tongue. "yes." he finally squeezes them out like they physically hurt him. "i'll be good."

"damn, you're hot, nicho." the blushing of his cheeks gets more intense at your praise, and even more when you wrap your lips around his nipple, gently sucking on the bud until his neglected cock switches on his abdomen. you know he could come just from that if you let him.

"such a responsive baby..." you move your lips down, feeling the hard thud of his heartbeat through his chest. you stop at his thighs, giving each one a feather-like kiss, before your hand grabs the base of his cock. 

without breaking eye contact, you guide the pretty pink tip to your lips, collecting his arousal with your tongue before you take him in your mouth. the sensation of your warm and soft lips around him sends a sudden jolt of pleasure right straight to his core. 

his back arches off the bed to thrust into your mouth, but you push him down, trapping him once again. he throws his head back in frustration, slamming it against the headboard where his wrists keep pulling at the cuffs. 

he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his hands so hard that the veins in his arms pop out. every nerve ending in his body is on fire right now, shaking and begging for release. "please." his voice is barely audible over his heavy breathing and your little sucking sounds. "please, let me- don't stop..." his toes curl against the sheets, and he's moaning and whimpering helplessly.

you know he's close. you can feel him switch in your mouth, his legs trembling and his belly contracting in that way that indicates he is about to let go. your tongue plays with his sensitive head again, instantly pushing him over the edge until- 

you pull away.

just as the first wave of release is about to roll through him, you take him out of your mouth with a wet "pop". 

nicholas' body freezes mid-convulsion, a broken scream leaving him breathless. "no! please..." his entire frame trembles with the effort of holding back, his eyes snapping towards yours in a desperate attempt to beg for mercy. "i was so close..." a pathetic sob cuts off his words. the tears in his eyes finally spill over, rolling down his flushed cheeks. 

"come on, can you give me another one?"

nicholas flinches as if you just slapped him, his breath catching in a panicked hitch. "no. no, please. no more... i can't." his head thrashes against the pillow. the cuffs clink loudly as he tries to pull his wrists away from the headboard, a gesture that only makes him wince when the metal bites into his skin. he looks up at you through a blur of tears, his lower lip trembling with every breath he takes.

"please. let me come..." his voice becomes quiet, defeated as the exhaustion catches up to him. his arms ache from being held up for so long, and he just wants to come so bad. 

you stop in your tracks for a second to stare into his wet, pleading gaze. no matter how hard you try, you're always weak when it comes to his puppy eyes. "okay, baby." you smile at him, warmer this time, and reach out to wipe a tear from his cheek. "you've been such a good boy. you can come."

he sniffles, nuzzling into your palm like a touch starved cat. "please?" 

you giggle, already knowing what he's asking for. carefully, you take him in your hand again. he's right at the edge, and just a few strokes are enough for his legs to start trembling. "come."

he doesn't need to be told twice. his whole body locks in, his eyes rolling back and his jaw dropping open as he finally lets go with a desperate groan. 

"fuck... oh god, fuck..." his voice breaks in a series of uncontrollable moans as the orgasm washes over him in violent waves, his cum spurting out onto his lap and the defined lines of his abdomen. 

after being held back three times, it hits him harder than ever. he nearly screams as the last drops come out, and then his voice cuts off completely, leaving only the sounds of his ragged breathing in the room.

all the tension drains off his body at once, and he slumps back against the pillow. he lays completely limp, except for the faint aftershocks shocking his muscles from time to time. “you're so fucking mean.”

you chuckle, carefully opening the handcuffs and releasing his hands. his wrists are red where they have been pressing against the rough metal, and he whimpers slightly when you touch them. “poor boy…” 

he ignores your cooing and instead jumps towards you the second his hands are released. they wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him with the need of a starving animal. “i almost went crazy not having all this.” his voice is barely a rough whisper, muffled in the skin of your chest where he buries his face. 

you can't help but hum in pleasure when he starts leaving kisses right over your pulse point. his hand hurriedly slides down to tug at your pants’ waistband. “nicho…”

“i need you.” he breathes out, lips hovering over your chest, your collarbone, your neck… anywhere he can reach. “been dying to touch you so bad.” 

your hand flies to his damp hair, pulling him closer despite your words. “you just came, baby.” 

“i can go again.” his forehead presses against yours, his hot breath ghosting over your lips. the desperation in his words is clear. being denied so many times has left him craving more than just his own release. he just needed to be released for his energy to boost up again.

his strong hands shift your position effortlessly, putting each one of your legs on each side of his lap. his voice drops to that low register that makes your whole body shiver. “can we do that again? maybe in like… five minutes?” 

nicholas shifts his hips slightly, letting you feel how fast he's growing hard again. you swallow hard, the excitement you were already feeling just from touching him growing quickly. “you wanna use them again?” you point to the handcuffs lying on the bed.

you see his eyes shining when he picks them up. “yes.” his usual sly smirk returns to his lips as he grabs your left hand. his thumb circles the skin gently, feeling your pulse pick up under it. “i have so many ideas of what to do with these little girls.” he mutters, gaze locked into yours as he clicks the first cuff shut around your wrist. “we're gonna have so much fun.”

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