#contains nuts

Method

Preheat your oven to 180°C/350°F, I like fan forced.

Mash the bananas and mince the dates if using them; add both together (or the sugar instead) and stir in the salt, nut butter, vanilla and cinnamon.

Add chia seeds, LSA, oats and desiccated coconut, then let the mix sit for 15 mins to absorb some moisture.

Gradually add in plain flour as required, mixing until you can form firm but tacky balls. Flatten them a little on the lined baking tray if you prefer the shape.

Bake at 180C/350F for 10-12 mins, until cookies are lightly golden brown but still soft-ish to touch.

Enjoy! Or let cool and then freeze, they defrost quite quickly at room temp and don't turn awful in the process.

I am not a food blogger, so please excuse my very sad attempt at food photography. 🫣

The good kind of trouble, though. The kind that left you pleasantly sore and panting, with rope burn and bite marks and hushed, tired affectionate words against each other’s skin.

They had tried it this way before, but rather than moans of pleasure, the night had been full of laughter and they’d ended up cuddling instead. Oropher was much smaller than his partner and trying to work out the logistics of fucking someone much bigger than you had been both frustrating and hilarious.

This time though, Oropher did not seem to be in a mood for laughing. As he nipped and sucked on Túrin’s neck, skilfully binding his hands to the bedposts – he’d obviously done this before – the dark male marvelled at how different he was right here in this moment. He took his sweet time unbuttoning Túrin’s shirt - pushing the fabric out of the way to nip at his skin - and removing his jeans, leaving him bare, dishevelled and vulnerable beneath him. It was a stark contrast to how things normally went in their passionate nights together, but the change that had come over his lover was something that Túrin found exciting.

Normally, Oropher was malleable, like putty in Túrin’s hands. He had always been so easy to unravel, so easy to pull apart and mould, so eager to relinquish control. Soft, seemingly fragile and delicate – he would give himself willingly, relishing in being thrown around or pressed deep into the mattress.

This Oropher was different. Darkened eyes sparkled, a small smirk playing on his lips as his gaze travelled over his lover’s prone form.

“Well, well, what am I going to do with you?”

He ran a finger tip contemplatively down Túrin’s chest. Túrin gave a small shiver that only made Oropher’s smirk widen. The fair male leaned over his lover, lips hovering above Túrin’s. He met his lover’s eyes, then kissed him deeply, chuckling at the sound of Túrin’s soft moan against his lips. The darker male felt his cheeks flush a little, knowing that his partner had heard that ridiculous noise – but he couldn’t find it in himself to be too embarrassed – not now Oropher had started to move. 

Oropher’s lips returned to conduct a merciless assault against his neck and his chest, brushing over sensitive tissue in a way that made Túrin shudder. From anyone else, this would not be permitted – but he trusted Oropher, even like this, bound and bare.  As the smaller male moved lower, still teasing his lover’s skin, Túrin’s eyes had begun to droop shut – until he felt those delicate little fingers start to move around his length.

He let out a rumbling growl from the back of his throat, the sound both pleased and frustrated. Oropher was slowly bringing his cock to life – but slowly was not what Túrin wanted. Like all his other movements, the touches to Túrin’s cock were light and gentle – teasing and tickling his sensitive skin. The sensations were alluring, pleasurable – but they made Túrin’s blood boil. He squirmed, letting out another growl as he felt his blood rush down south, frustration mounting as he heard Oropher chuckle, feeling his hot breath on his stomach. 

“Don’t tease me…” he grumbled in warning as Oropher straightened up, looking at his lover’s cock with a very smug expression.

“Or what? You’re a little tied up at the minute,” Oropher said sweetly, an eyebrow raised at Túrin’s sullen expression.

“You said you would do anything,” Oropher reminded him. “Anything for me. And right now, I want you to lie there and be a good boy.”

Túrin scowled, but said nothing. He was rewarded with an impish smile before the fair-haired man lowered himself once more. Túrin felt his breath on his hardened length and let his eyes fall shut once more, a low groan leaving him as he found himself surrounded by the warm wetness of Oropher’s mouth.

Oropher bobbed his head slowly, letting him feel every inch of himself slide in and out of his eager mouth. It was delicious, setting his nerves on end and making him shiver and squirm. But still he wanted more. Ordinarily, he would have reached down and grabbed a fistful of Oropher’s thick silver curls, pushing him down deeper and guiding his head back and forth at a rate that suited him. His wrists strained against their bonds, muscles tensing – but Oropher had tied them up too well.

“Fucking move,” he growled, knowing that Oropher was just doing this to tease him, to push him, to make him beg and cry for more. Sure enough, the smaller man ignored his words, but he felt the laughter vibrate through him. He hissed, then had an idea – quickly thrusting his hips upward to drive himself deeper into the warm mouth around him. He felt a twinge of satisfaction as he felt his head hit the back of Oropher’s throat, heard the soft choked groan. Oropher pulled away again, sitting up properly with a small, tight smile on his face. The sharp edge in his slightly teary eyes clearly read ‘danger’.

“If you do that again, I’ll just go off and leave you tied up here,” Oropher gave his length a little stroke with the tip of his finger, nail gently tickling Túrin’s oversensitive skin. He smiled sweetly, cocking his head to the side, though his tone had a sharp tone to it. He knew that those words would drive his lover crazy…

“No, don’t,” Túrin hated the sound of his voice, hated the way it crackled and sounded so desperate and tight – but as breathless and highly-strung as he was, he couldn’t help it. “Please, I’ll…” he paused, then swallowed, letting himself utter the words that had stopped on the tip of his tongue. I’ll be good.” 

Oropher paused for a moment, fingers lightly tracing the sensitive skin around the base of Turin’s cock as he contemplated whether Túrin deserved anymore. He then smiled – clearly satisfied with his boyfriend’s repentance. The broader man let out a huff of relief, licking his lips at the delicious thought of his lover’s mouth returning to his hardened cock.

But Oropher stayed sitting upright, eyes locked with Túrin’s as he brought two of his fingers to his own mouth, watching the realisation flicker through those grey eyes as Túrin put two and two together. Túrin kept eye contact with him as he sucked greedily on his digits, making sure to slowly thrust them in and out of his mouth for effect. The dark male’s chest had begun to rise and fall quickly, his breaths becoming shallower as anticipation welled up inside him. He had never thought this situation would – or could – arouse him so much, but somehow, Oropher had managed to make him shiver and whimper by just being in control, by teasing him, by playing on that one weakness. He shuddered as Oropher brought those fingers back down again, felt them pause against his entrance. Of course, Oropher was going slow. Of fucking course.

Túrin opened his mouth to tell him to get a fucking move on, when he felt one, then the other, make their way inside of him. It was a strange feeling – and he’d not done it this way enough to really get used to it – but Oropher didn’t really give him time to focus on the strangeness. Those digits moved expertly inside of him, preparing and stretching and caressing, occasionally touching something inside of him that made him tense and shudder and groan at the back of his throat. All the while, Oropher’s lips moved against him, kissing and caressing every inch of him that they could find. Túrin felt that his brain was going to explode from the sensory overload – the heat of Oropher against him, the feeling of his soft hair brushing against his crotch, the movements inside him, gentle lips on his skin. He moaned lowly as he felt fingers tighten around the base of his cock, stifling his release.

“Not yet,” came Oropher’s sickly sweet voice. The fingers receeded from him, Oropher moved away and Túrin wanted to yell at him but he found his brain couldn’t come up with anything other than:

“Please… Oro…”

“I know, baby, I know, but I’m still in my jeans,” Oropher cooed gently, lifting Túrin’s hips and rubbing his clothed groin against him. Túrin hissed at the friction, the feeling of Oropher’s hardness beneath his clothes. “You gotta be patient.”

“M… being… fucking patient,” he spat, then whimpered as Oropher moved away, leaving cold emptiness in his wake. His eyes searched for him – then found him on the bed, next to his head. He’d unburdened himself of those pesky trousers and was rummaging through their bedside cabinet. He found what he was looking for and turned back, looking perfect in the dim light of the bedroom, in all his naked glory. “Oro…”

Túrin was rewarded with a kiss on the lips, tender and loving, so welcome after all the nerve frazzling teasing and torture. They let their lips play against together for a while, soft moans filling the sudden silence, Oropher gently stroking himself with a lube covered hand in the meanwhile.

Before long, however, he’d moved back toward the end of the bed. This had been something they’d laughed about before, the to-ing and fro-ing, back and forth. But now, it didn’t seem so funny. It only served to heighten the anticipation that set Túrin’s nerves on edge – particularly as Oropher was intent on discovering new, un-kissed skin on his descent toward his lover’s entrance.

Soon enough, or perhaps not soon enough for Túrin, he was there again and Túrin could feel him against his sensitive opening, once more teasing him by gently rubbing his head against him with a wicked grin.

“Oropher, I swear to G-“ Túrin started with gritted teeth, but the words were soon cut off by a low grown as Oropher entered him. A slow and steady pace was immediately set, soft groans coming from the fair male’s throat as Túrin’s body welcomed him. Túrin made a series of low growling noises, soft groans and pleading noises as both pleasure and frustration began to swirl inside him like a tornado of emotion. He could feel Oropher’s cock move, painfully slowly, causing pleasure to ripple through him as he thrust with gentle but decisive movements. Túrin was acutely aware of every inch that slid in fluidly and out of him – and his brain felt numb as a result.

He heard himself beg with that voice he hated, begged for Oropher to have mercy on him and to just fucking move. He wanted it fast, he needed it fast, he needed release right now. Somewhere, beyond the haze of pleasure, he heard Oropher reply – though his lover’s voice was heavy and thick, as if his own brain was also having a meltdown.

“Well… since you’ve been so good…”

He felt Oropher pull out of him completely, sighing at the emptiness – then gasped loudly as the smaller man’s hips snapped back into place. He dug his nails into his palms as Oropher set a new pace, felt Oropher’s nails dig into his flesh and his teeth sink into his side as he pounded into him. Somewhere in Túrin’s mind, there was surprise that such a small person could be so forceful, but overriding those thoughts were feelings of satisfaction and glee at finally getting what he really wanted. That little spot of pleasure inside of him was seemingly under attack, every relentless angled thrust of Oropher’s hips seemed to find it, and he let himself vocalise his appreciation, his moans and words of encouragement echoing off the walls and mixing with Oropher’s own groans of pleasure.

He wanted desperately to touch himself, desperate to find release – and it seemed Oropher was suddenly an angel of mercy after being his cruel torturer for so long. His nimble fingers wrapped around Túrin’s length and stroked him – hard and fast, in time with his savage thrusts. It didn’t take long for Túrin to buck his hips, crying out as he found his release at long last.

Oropher sank his teeth deeper into Túrin’s side, determined to carry on for as long as he could, even with Túrin’s passage tightening around him. He then opened his mouth, letting out a moan of pleasure as he finally came, thrusting sporadically until he collapsed onto his lover’s clammy body, blindly reaching to touch him and to stroke his skin.

For a while, they lay there, panting and breathless – until finally Oropher moved, pulling out and dragging himself up the bed to untie Túrin’s hands. He needed to be held and Túrin found he needed to hold him, to stroke his hair, to touch him. He’d been deprived of feeling Oropher’s skin beneath his fingertips for far too long. He pulled Oropher close to him and buried his face in those soft silver curls, almost too tired to talk, save for a low rumble…

“Love you…”