#ascha

The room they had chosen had a series of hooks on the walls and ceilings, and there were several other couples and small groups making use of them. Neither Asra nor Alexander were paying them much heed, though; Asra’s focus was entirely on tying the last of the knots on Alexander’s harness, securing him in the air. One leg was suspended by a strap under his knee, his other raised up high with another hoisting him into the air. Further ropes looped round his upper arms and wrists, holding them in place behind his back, and a complicated knot in the middle produced another length that twisted up to a hook in the ceiling. A complex cage of soft leather rope pulled taut encircled the rest of his body, though leaving enough skin bare for Asra’s purpose. Alexander’s underwear and lingerie had long since been removed, the only clothing on his entire body was his satin half-moon mask, the material cool against his increasingly heated face. 

Asra had no need for the magic silk charm that Alexander himself favoured, instead choosing the softened leather cord provided for the evening’s guests, but markedly the effect it had on Alexander was similar. The rope rubbed deliciously against the sensitive skin on his chest, making his skin pucker into goose flesh and the fine hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. His cock, which was already half-hard from Asra’s gentle caresses as they tied the rope, twitched with anticipation. Asra smiled at that, their eyes narrowing knowingly behind their mask,

“Enjoying yourself, my love?”

Alexander nodded breathlessly, managing to return Asra’s grin,

“Might ask you the same question,”

Asra chuckled at that, the sound the same sweet bell-like laugh that Alexander knew so well, tinged with mischief,

“Oh I will, Sacha, I’m only just getting started.”

They had the whole evening ahead of them, and Asra clearly intended to make the most of every second, slowly and languidly stepping forward to press their lips to Alexander’s flushed cheek, then the opposite, then his lips. Alexander sighed into his mouth, opening his own and letting Asra slide their tongue against his. The lace and tulle on Asra’s mask grazed lightly, pleasurably against Alexander’s skin as they kissed. Their gloved hand came up to cradle Alexander’s cheek before drifting down to trace a pattern over his collarbone, then to lightly, teasingly circle one of Alexander’s nipples. The delicate embroidery of the lace had Alexander keening into the touch, his soft moan swallowed by Asra’s mouth on his and the press and slide of lips and tongue becoming more insistent by the second. Immobilised completely by the straps keeping him suspended, Alexander could do little more than try to rock himself closer to Asra in a vain attempt to create more contact, chasing the feeling of the cool lace against his skin. 

Asra pulled back from the kiss then, though his finger kept circling Alexander’s chest. There was a hint of flush painting his cheeks behind his mask, though his lips were parted in a cheeky smile,

“Is that good?” They asked, glancing down at their hand, and how Alexander’s nipple had flushed and peaked. Alexander groaned in agreement, and with their spare hand, Asra lifted his chin with one finger so their gazes met. Alexander’s breathing had become slightly shallow and laboured, his cock stiff against his belly. 

“If you want more,” Asra whispered to him, leaning his close so his breath ghosted over the hot skin of Alexander’s face, “you need to ask me nicely, yes?”

Alexander swallowed heavily, 

“Yes…yes, Asra, I want more. Please.”

He was feeling so…much already, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. After one more kiss that was little more than a brush of lips, Asra trailed his mouth down Alexander’s neck, taking care to rub the tulle and lace of their mask against his skin as they did so. The hand on Alexander’s chest continued its ministrations, making Alexander twitch and writhe in his bonds, while the other wove itself into Alexander’s loose hair and teased the sensitive skin of his scalp. Alexander let out a noise that could only be described as a whine. It was like each swipe of material set his nerve endings alight, as if each flick of Asra’s fingers across his chest produced tiny bolts of lighting that went straight to his spine. Coupled with the exquisite chafe from the restraints, Alexander felt a tight heat pooling in his stomach, his breath coming in quick pants. Knowing what this meant, Asra looked up from the hickey he’d been nipping into his neck,

“Close already, Sacha?” he teased, amused, “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

Alexander nodded, barely stifling a groan. Asra cocked a brow, and trailed one hand purposefully down the length of Alexander’s body, skirting over the thin cage straps, until they clasped their fist firmly around Alexander’s straining erection. Alexander lurched forward, hissing through his teeth. It only took a few strokes of Asra’s wrist before, eyes fluttering shut, biting his lip so hard it went white to muffle his shout, and pulse thundering in his ears, he spent over their gloved hand. 

He took a second to come back to himself, blinking his eyes back open. Asra was peering into his face, looking slightly concerned,

“Are you alright?”

Alexander managed to crack a breathless grin, which Asra, sensing that he was more than fine, quickly returned,

“Up to going some more?”

“Of course,” Alexander replied, 

Asra’s grin deepened, and he dipped his head back to Alexander’s chest to kiss and lick at the constellation tattooed there, and continued to work his way down, down…

By the time Asra reached Alexander’s hips some ten minutes later, he was fully hard again, sweating, and trembling. His muscles were twinging from the unusual position, and each stuttered breath made the harness and straps sway. Asra was pressing kisses to his hipbones, while their left hand had snaked round and was teasing the dip of skin between Alexander’s buttocks, though never quite dipping low enough. Asra’s lips, his tongue, his teeth, his mask, the curls of fluffy white hair dragging across his skin again and again... it was nearly too much, but in the best way. 

“Asra,” he gasped, his voice thick and strained, “I’m…you…please…”

“Please what?” Asra asked, muffled by the tender skin at the top of Alexander’s exposed thigh, 

“You know exactly what I mean,” Alexander replied somewhat desperately, pushing against the bonds and trying to flex his sore muscles while simultaneously trying to push into Asra’s touch, “I…I can’t…much longer…it’s so much…Asra..!”

Thankfully, Asra took pity on him. With deft fingers, he again reached for Alexander’s cock and licked a long stripe up the underside and flicked at the piercing at the head, before taking it into his mouth and sinking his mouth down around him. Already on edge as he was, Alexander thrust himself into Asra’s mouth as much he could to match the rhythm of Asra’s bobbing head, panting out curses. His heart slammed against his rib cage, threatening to burst out his chest. When Asra drew a finger down between his cheeks then abruptly drew back and slapped the curve of his arse, Alexander was finally, blissfully, pushed over the edge again. 

Asra, to their credit, swallowed every drop. Had Alexander not been blindsided by the strength of his orgasm, he would have seen the way Asra’s eyes rolled back into their head as they sucked him down hungrily, greedily. 

When they pulled back from him and wiped their mouth messily on their now-ruined gloves, Alexander was watching them with wide violet eyes, chest heaving with uneven, ragged breaths. He was visibly shaking now, his body soaked in sweat. Asra reached up with his clean hand and stroked a thumb over Alexander’s cheek as he had done before they’d started. Alexander still had the strength to turn his head to kiss his palm. Asra smiled,