#tiratheer

To be fair though, that last part was true for just about any place. Marcius had a permanent one-sided bet going that Vitus refused to participate in, stating that he could get laid literally anywhere and so far he hadn't lost.

However, that didn't mean he couldn't mourn the loss of Eska's ass that he had enjoyed starring at since any closer contact had not been encouraged. Marcius didn't mind doing some chasing but he rather liked coming out in one piece at the end.

Marcius was about to get a refill when one was pressed into his hand accompanied by a slender body slipping onto his lap. The boy smiled and pulled Marcius' free hand around to his own butt that was very nice indeed. Marcius raised an eyebrow at the explicit offer.

“And to what do I owe this particular pleasure?”

The boy's teeth seemed very white against his lips as he grinned even wider. “Your good tasted in asses. I totally agree. That one is a masterpiece. Someone should take pictures.”

The amount of mischief in his eyes should have been illegal. Marcius gave the boy's butt a squeeze and felt with delight that he ground his body down against Marcius' in return.

“Hmm, yeah,” he made with definite approval. “Although, if you want me to contemplate other people's assets you need to stop being so beautifully distracting.”

He was rewarded with laughter as the boy leaned in closer. He was so close that Marcius could feel his warm breath against his lips, hovering near by, just shy of touching.

“You could take me home and get real distracted, how 'bout that?”

Marcius could feel the boy growing hard against him, his tight pants did nothing to hide his condition from anyone, much less someone who was as close to him as Marcius was right now. Blindly leaving his untouched new drink on the table Marcius reached up to tangle his hand in the boy's thick dreadlocks; they were of a rich dark brown, dyed bright blue at the tips that glowed in the club's black light. Marcius used his grip on the boy's hair to hold his head still, just firm enough to show his intention, not to actually hurt.

“Let me kiss you?” he asked instead of a reply to the boy's suggestion.

The boy nodded and Marcius thought – almost thought – there was a second of disappointment at how easy his hand in the boy's hair followed his movement instead of holding him still. “Yes, yes!” he agreed impatiently and Marcius went for it.

Vitus' expression was perfectly neutral as he brought up the car and opened the door for Marcius and his companion. It wasn't that he hadn't been perfectly capable of doing that for himself. It was probably more because they were making out against the side of the car like horny teenagers and Vitus might once have said something along the lines of it being a very nice car that didn't deserve to be treated that way.

It didn't matter.

They were on their way home and Marcius had his hands under Tir's tight shirt finding out just how sensitive his nipples were and how much he wanted – needed – Marcius to pinch them between his fingers.

“Keep going– harder! Yes, like that... ah! Fuck! I'm gonna cream my pants if you keep this up! No, don't stop, don't, do that – yes!”

Tir was so open and vocal with his feedback that Marcius instinctively wanted to give him everything he asked for. He loved it when his partners communicated their desires and Tir was a pro at that. He had his arms around Marcius' neck and even though Marcius didn't even have his hand on his dick he seemed unbelievably close to coming just from having his tongue sucked into Marcius' mouth as he was pressed against a car and from having his nipples played with on a leather backseat.

Marcius wasn't too far behind, almost painfully hard in his slacks and increasingly infected with Tir's wonderful impatience and urgency.

“I'll be so good for you, I promise, just give me this first, please...!” Tir whined and begged and pleaded and god forbid if he wasn't the prettiest little thing while doing it.

Marcius shoved up Tir's shirt and with his hands around his waist lifted him up just enough so he could lick the abused nub, suck it and, to the delighted moan turned scream of his partner, bite down on it.

Tir held Marcius' head close to his chest so he could feel his heaving breaths and elated heartbeat as Tir was slowly coming down from his orgasm. He lowered himself back to comfortably straddling Marcius' lap although those pants were pretty much ruined and were probably less than pleasant to wear at this point.

Tir quite obviously didn't care. He pressed up close and kissed along his jaw, humming with amusement at the tickling of the beginning of his beard. His hand was teasing the prominent bulge in Marcius' pants and about a second later Marcius was extremely glad for the very accommodating foot space that allowed Tir to easily slip down between his legs and to unabashedly mouth his cock through the fabric of his pants.

Marcius moaned with appreciation and combed through Tir's hair once more, putting more force behind it than before.

“I wanna suck you so bad,” Tir said without lifting his mouth from Marcius' crotch, “Wanna have your cock so deep down my throat that I choke on it.” He grinned in reaction Marcius' groan and pressed his soft mouth harder against Marcius' dick. “Make me swallow all of it, like you bought me in a back alley...”

Marcius laughed breathily and made a hard fist in Tir's hair, much to the boy's delight. He arched his neck and leaned into the contact. It was easy to see what kind of game Tir was playing and Marcius was only too willing to go along with it. “Such a greedy boy,” the arousal in his voice made it sound more like a compliment than a reprimand. He dragged his fingers across Tir's kiss bruised lips and hummed approvingly when Tir licked them, gasped when he bit down ever so slightly. “Yeah, okay, anything you want.”

It was an easy promise to make.

Vitus silently walked with them into the elevator that went up to Marcius' flat. Someone had to carry his briefcase and whatnot because Marcius himself was busy carrying Tir, who had his legs wrapped around Marcius' waist so they could kiss each other's breath away.

“He's so well behaved,” Tir stage whispered next to Marcius' ear, slightly out of breath and intentionally loud enough that Vitus would have to hear him. “Can we have him? Please?”

Marcius nuzzled Tir's neck and watched Vitus roll his eyes. That last part made him chuckle. “No. He's off limits; believe me, I've tried.”

Tir's laughter followed them out of the elevator and into the flat.

Marcius then admittedly lost track of his faithful assistant – he'd leave important work related stuff in his office along with illuminating notes, he always did – because the moment they were through the door Tir pressed him up against the nearest wall and went to his knees in one fluid motion.

“Remember your promise,” he said with a challenging smile, hands already busy opening Marcius' pants.

Marcius would have liked to say he held back at first but Tir's mouth really just begged to be fucked and so he did, right then and there, hardly two feet into his flat, uncaring of anything but the wet heat around his dick and the appreciative moans Tir made.

It couldn't have taken long till he came down Tir's throat and the boy swallowed it all with an eagerness usually resolved for men dying of thirst in the desert.

They were both silent for a few moments, busy catching their breath. Tir stayed on his knees, head leaned against Marcius' thigh and one hand lazily wrapped around his calf. It was peaceful, in a way that couldn't last, but it was nice while it did.

It started out harmlessly.

“Water?” Marcius had asked and Tir had followed him to the kitched area that opened into the living room. He only realized Tir hadn't followed him all the way when he turned back from the fridge, water bottle in hand.

“Oh,” he said, smiling. “I meant to put that away.”

Tir stood by the door where, on a small table, lay an array of black leather straps, hardly recognizable for what they were. Next to them sat a set of cans and rags used to tend to the leather, to keep them soft and shiny.

Tir picked up one of the pieces, a contraption meant to gag the wearer.

“Don't,” he said softly. “Put it on me.”

Marcius came up to him, handing Tir the water bottle and taking the gag from him in return.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

Marcius couldn't help but smile.

“Alright.”

Marcius lead Tir to his bedroom, a spacious room with an equally spacious bed that lent itself to be used for the interactions of more than just two people. He had carried the leather straps himself and now laid them out on the sheets, much to Tir's delight.

He ran his hands along the harness that would go around his entire torso as well as his arms.

“What would you like me to do?” Marcius asked, observing Tir's actions carefully.

Tir shrugged, grinning. “Tie me up? Obviously?”

Marcius tipped up Tir's chin, almost as if to kiss him. “And beyond that?”

“Whatever, I dunno.”

“I think you do.”

Tir molded himself to Marcius' body, hands on his chest and feeling him up slowly. “Yeah, I really do,” he admitted.

“Tell me.”

Tir pulled him down a bit by the collar of his shirt so he could whisper against his ear. “Hold me still, let me struggle. Fuck me like a cheap whore! Make me shut up when I beg. I want the blindfold, too. Let me have it all!”

Marcius hummed his agreement and picked up the harness to help Tir into it, and undertaking that would have been much easier had Tir not sqirmed against him as if to prove how hard the prospect of bondage made him.

“I won't be getting anywhere if you keep that up,” Marcius commented not without amusement.

Tir didn't seem to care. He looked up at Marcius with a grin. A challenge, Marcius thought. And he could work with that.

Letting go of the harness he drove his hand up into Tir's wild locks and took a firm hold of them, bending back his head into an angle that had to be slightly painful, judging by the gasp that escaped the boy's mouth.

“Hold. Still,” he demanded in a tone of voice that spoke of his military past. He schooled his features into something that held authority, all the while scanning the boy for signals of pleasure or honest dislike.

But there was no struggle, no fight, and the grin had made way for pure bliss on Tir's face.

“I'm going to gag you – as you requested – but I might change my mind later, so I want to know your words.”

Tir chuckled despite the uncomfortable position. “All proper now...!” he teased but shut up when Marcius' grip on his hair tightened. “It's 'ghost'. Just the one.”

Marcius waited for a moment before he allowed the single safeword. He preferred two, one to slow down and one to stop, but in this case, he figured, one was fine. “Very well.”

He let go of Tir to secure the leather harness and this time the boy held perfectly still, almost eerily so. He pulled the straps tight and closed the buckles, always making sure there was just enough leeway to prevent an injury. Tir practically preened under the attention, going so far as to moan softly whenever Marcius' hands touched his bare skin.

Finally Marcius tipped up Tir's chin and pressed his thumb against his plush lips. “Open up,” he said and, when Tir obeyed immediately, “good boy.”

Tir's hips bucked forward violently at those words, clinging to Marcius with an iron grip of his petite hands. His pink tongue darted out to meet Marcius' fingers and to welcome the bite piece into his mouth. The straps holding it in place were fastened behind Tir's head and Marcius petted him when he was done. “There, well done.”

A sound like a mewl came from behind the gag and this time Tir couldn't hold back, rubbing his erection against Marcius' still clothed thigh. “Ah,” Marcius made in understanding. “Not just yet, boy. You'll have to bear it for now.”

He circled Tir, extending one hand to touch him at all times, never quite letting go, and he noted with pleasure how Tir leaned into even the smallest touches. He stopped behind him, trailing his fingers along Tir's arms.

“I'm going to tie your arms behind your back now,” he announced with the same strict voice he had employed earlier and he could practically see the shiver it sent down Tir's back. He leaned down to mouth along Tir's neck up to his ear. “I'll see to it that they're tight and firm, so you can struggle all you want, to no avail.”

Tir moaned deep in his throat but willingly presented his arms to be tied behind his back where they attached to the harness. The black leather was quilted with a white top-stitch that made for a gorgeous contrast against Tir's warm brown skin. Marcius couldn't have picked a better set had he bought it specifically for him.

“Look at you,” he murmured fondly. “Kneel for me boy.”

Tir went to his knees in one fluid motion, so quickly that he seemed to reach the floor before the words had completely left Marcius' mouth.

Marcius reached for the blindfold. It was made of similar looking black leather, but was overall softer so it would mold itself to Tir's face. Marcius cupped Tir's head from behind, tilting it back ever so slightly. “Close your eyes.”

The boy obeyed beautifully, miraculously, Marcius thought. It was such a pleasure to see him like this, such a gift to be granted. The blue make-up around his eyes was the same bright color as the tips of his hair and Marcius was careful not to smudge it as he lowered the blindfold and fixed it in place.

It was risky, the game they were playing. They hardly knew each other, had little reason to trust each other enough to hand over control like this, to be handed such power over another person. But Marcius understood the urge that drove Tir all too well and he knew the game well enough to do this, especially under such unusual circumstances.

And he did have a good read on the boy.

“I haven't forgotten my promise,” he announced. 'Anything you want,' he had said and he intended to make good on his word.

Marcius took a deep breath, let silence and anticipation sit between them for a few long heartbeats. Then he placed one hand around Tir's neck from behind, applying no pleasure but hinting at what could be. It was all hypothetical, but that hardly mattered.

“Get up.”

Tir followed the instruction quickly but Marcius didn't wait to praise him this time. He'd have to work harder for that now. Instead he manhandled him onto the bed, listening for the now familiar sounds of pleasure behind the gag. He didn't even have to order Tir to kneel, the boy did so with little more than a few guiding touches. He raised his ass wantonly, pressing his face down against the sheets.

“What a sight you are.”

Tir answered that by wriggling his ass. The audacity! Marcius almost laughed and instead rewarded him with a firm slap to the offending cheeks.

“Behave yourself,” he warned and thought it a miracle that he managed to sound strict instead of immensely pleased. The sounds Tir made were positively intoxicating, a man could get drunk on that!

He picked up the tube of lubricant from the nightstand, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid. He pressed lightly against Tir's opening, telling without words what was to come, but the warning was entirely unnecessary as Tir only pressed back impatiently.

Marcius leaned over the boy who was breathing heavily at this point. His cock was hard and leaking precome all over the sheets, his mouth was working hard on the mouth piece. He was beautiful. Slowly Marcius breached the small body and it took him in without much resistance. Tirs hips moved incessantly, urging him on and Marcius was quite willing to give him what he yearned for.

Even gagged and blindfolded it was easy to see what Tir wanted, to read his desires off his body. And yet–

Three fingers deep into Tir's ass he withdrew without further warning and pulled Tir back by the harness. Feeling the constraints on his body Tir leaned into it, straining against the ties that held him in position, feeling them out.

Marcius reached up and loosened the straps of the gag and Tir let it fall from between his lips. He worked his mouth for a few seconds, then turned towards Marcius with a grin.

“Missed the back chat?” he challened, then moaned with appreciation when Marcius pulled him close.

“Missed that mouth alright,” he corrected, “so I suggest you make use of it and kiss me.”

The grin widened. “Yes, sir,” he said and went for it. He missed at first, playing kisses instead on Marcius' jaw and cheeks but quickly finding his goal and licking his way into Marcius' mouth.

Even as he did that Marcius' fingers were back at his entrance and Tir let out a breathless “yes” when he pushed in once more.

Tir rode Marcius' hand mercilessly, greedily. And he talked whenever Marcius wasn't shutting him up otherwise.

“Mm, yes, please, right there, oh god, you need to... mmh, just there...!”

Marcius let him have his way for a little longer, then he withdrew, just when Tir's movements threatened to become erratic. The boy whimpered in protest but shut up when Marcius sat back and pulled Tir with him, only to make him hover just over his cock. He struggled against Marcius' grip, but he had a good grip on him, thanks to the harness Tir had insisted on wearing.

“Ask me for it,” he ordered, then added: “Nicely.”

Tir groaned in frustration, he could feel Marcius' dick against his ass, close but not enough.

“Please,” he began, his voice high and trembling. “You can't leave me hanging now, I'm so close–“

“Try harder!” Marcius urged him, mouth right next to the boy's ear, teeth scrapping against the soft skin.

“Hnng... god, please, I need... I promise I'll be good, so good, for you, just please would you... pretty please, would you just fuck me already?”

“One day,” Marcius began slowly, busy coating his own cock in lubricant, “I will take my time with you.”

He aligned his cock and started pushing upwards, making sure Tir wouldn't speed things up on his own. Marcius felt his breath get faster, felt the wonderful tight heat around himself as he entered Tir deeper.

“I'll be slow, oh so slow with you. It'll take all day.”

Marcius finally allowed Tir to sink all the way down, heard him keen and felt him shiver with pleasure.

“And I'll break you, the way you want to – ah! – the way you need to!”

He cupped Tir's face in one hand and the boy leaned into him without thought. His eyes were still hidden behind the blindfold but Marcius could read him regardless. His mouth hang open, offering his every sound to Marcius as a gift.

“I'll hold you,” he kept on talking even as he fucked upwards into Tir's pliant body, “and I'll put you back together in the end.”

They were close, oh so close, both of them. They fell into a matching rhythm with an ease that should have been impossible for two people who hardly knew each other, but there it was and Marcius thought he could feel the moment he sent Tir flying. Not just physically, but in his head.

He relaxed so utterly and completely in his arms, a sign of trust truer than the willingness with which he had let Marcius tie him up. One last push sent him over the edge, splattering his come over both of their chests.

Marcius wasn't quite sure how long they remained like this: locked together, equally breathless, still equally caught up in what they had done.

Or rather, what they were still doing.

Marcius gasped in surprise when Tir suddenly contracted around him and the smirk on the boy's lips was exactly what it looked like: a signal that the game was almost over.

“Let me see you,” he said simply and Marcius swiftly removed the blindfold.

Tir blinked, then smiled.

“One more thing,” the boy whispered and kissed him, then began to ride him once more. His thoughts shivered with exhaustion but he shook his head when Marcius attempted to support him. “No. This is for you.”

And it really, truly was. Accepting Tir's offer for what it was Marcius let him ride him to completion, screaming out loud when he came inside the boy.

Only then did Tir allow himself to sink against Marcius' chest, never minding the mess between them.

“Was it good for you, too, darling?” he mumbled, then began to snicker uncontrollably.