"You're sure?" Tom asks, looking down into Zack's coffee-brown eyes. He pushes his darling's long, dark curls away from his forehead.
"Mmm-hmm," he replies, lying naked on the small bed.
Their band rehearsed for hours earlier today. Tom always gets so turned on by Zack when they practice. His erotic energy, growling and screaming their lyrics. The way he contorts his body, becoming a conduit of the music flowing through him. Tom's face flushes, knowing he and his guitar have that kind of effect on him.
Now, back at Zack's place, he can't wait to fuck him. He wants to elicit those same sexy noises from practice.
Picking up his fuzzy, dark-blue robe, he pulls the belt from its loops.
"Ok, then. Ready?" he asks again, climbing in next to his sweetheart.
"Ready!"
Wiggling with excitement on the soft, stained, white sheets, Zack lifts his hands above his head.
Late evening sun shines in through the blinds, illuminating his smooth skin. The orange glow creates long shadows on the contours of his naked body.
Tom grins at him.
"Ok. Tell me
anytime
if you're not into this. I promise, we'll stop." His boyfriend reassures and gives him a quick kiss.
"Yep."
Zack watches his love reach up and tie his wrists together, not too tightly but enough to keep them from separating. He takes the other end of the fuzzy belt, loops it around the metal bedframe and knots it securely. Zack has enough room to move around, but he can't get up or use his hands.
"Good?" Tom asks, caressing his fingers down his sweetheart's chest.
"Yeah." Zack tugs on his restraints to test them.
"Can't get out?"
"Nope."
"Perfect."
Tom leans over and kisses Zack's lips. Snaking in his warm, wet tongue, he opens his love's mouth. Licking at him eagerly, he tastes his salty, fleshy tongue. Sucking on his plump, round bottom lip, the vocalist sighs beneath him.
Tom shifts his weight, now sitting on top of Zack's hips. He slowly caresses his boyfriend's chest and shoulders. With calloused fingertips, he leisurely outlines the shape of his smooth collarbone.
Tom nuzzles his nose into his love's armpit, breathing in his love's familiar, peppery scent. When he licks at the sparsely growing fuzz, Zack jerks and twists away.
"
Eep!
That tickles!"
"Sorry, babe."
He kisses his darling's neck, dragging his lips under Zack's rough, stubbled jaw. Sucking tenderly on his throat, he hears him moan beneath him. Goosebumps spread out over his tender skin, creating tiny dots of texture under his lips.
Tom feels his sweetheart's cock growing hard. His hips press up into him, telling him he wants more contact, more stimulation.
"You like this?" Tom coos in his ear. "You like being tied up? Helpless? With me in control?"
"Yesss..." the singer hisses, twisting his arms and bucking his hips faster.
"Good."
Tom moves away and sits on the end of the bed. Zack looks at him, eyes confused.
"Hey... um... where'd you go?" He yanks on the dark-blue tie restraining him.
"Oh, just taking a break..." Tom says, his voice completely nonchalant.
He gets up and strolls over to Zack's bookshelf. Picking up '253' by Geoff Ryman, he flips through the pages. "You ever read this?" he asks, holding the cover up for Zack to see. "Looks weird. Any good?"
Zack just stares back, too aroused and confused to respond. Tom puts the book back, this time finding a copy of Henry Miller's 'Tropic of Cancer'. "Oh, now
this
is a good one!" he announces. "Read this one back in college..." He grins, scanning the back cover before returning it to the shelf.
"...Tom?" Zack croaks out behind him.
"Mmm?"
"Um, come back? Please?"
Tom looks at his darling, wrists crossed and bound above him. Under long lashes, Zack's dark eyes plead with him. His cock is erect and pulsing, hovering over his belly. The purple head protrudes out from his foreskin, wet and glistening with pre-cum. Tom's eyes widen, utterly enraptured.
He gets back in bed, snuggling up to his love. He kisses his boyfriend's soft neck and he melts under his touch.
Zack's hips rise and fall again, needing more contact, specifically on his dick. Tom puts a hand on his hip bone and presses it down firmly. "Not yet," he instructs, sucking on the vocalist's earlobe.
He whines in frustration, yanking at his ties as hard as he can. The soft bonds dig into his skin, creating an erotic, painful pressure.
Sweat forms on Zack's forehead and Tom laps up the salty droplets before they can sting his eyes.
He softly glides his thumb over Zack's nipple, then gently pinches, hearing his sharp inhale. He runs his hands down his chest, waist and stomach, achingly slowly. He strokes his palms over his legs, lingering and unhurried again. Caressing his inner thighs with his fingertips elicits a gasp in response.
Then he stops.
He goes to the bookshelf again, scanning the titles and announcing his favorites.
"Hmm. Let's see. 'Native Son', 'The Fifth Child', Marx & Ingels, Malcom X speeches.... oooh, 'Metamorphosis'! Read that one when I was seventeen! 'Anarchist Cookbook', 'The Feminine Mystique', 'I Know This Much is True'- oh, I love that one! Mmm, 'Persepolis', Octavia Butler, Edward Said, 'Yertle the Turtle'. Damn, you got a pretty good collection going here!"
Zack whimpers and tugs at his bonds. He stares at his love with both lust and exasperation. "Ok, I'm coming back," Tom says, getting in bed.
The guitar player continues this cycle again, alternating between caressing him, then starving him for touch. He spends time grazing his hands everywhere; except his boyfriend's dick. Then he stops for a bit, withholding all affection, only to start kissing and stroking him again.
Zack feels so incredibly hard. Tom still hasn't touched his prick. He tries to buck his hips up again but Tom steadies them back down.
"Mph... Tom...
please
...," he breathes out.
"Mmm? Please what?" Tom asks innocently. His fingers trace the groove where Zack's thighs meet his ass.
"Please... touch me... touch... my cock... please?" Zack's voice is breathy and desperate.
"Not yet," Tom repeats and kisses him, pressing firmly on his lips.
He slowly licks down his love's warm chest and soft stomach, kissing each of his hip bones. He moves to his belly, gently sucking on the skin next to, then under his cock.
Zack shimmies and jerks from the ticklish sensation. Tom continues down with his tongue. Avoiding his cock again, he licks up and down his inner thighs.
Zack sighs. He is desperate for orgasm. His dick is impossibly hard, so swollen, it aches.
He yanks his wrists roughly against the fuzzy belt. The soft ties dig in deeper, cutting into the already bruising skin.
Tom abruptly leaves him alone again, sitting on the edge of the bed. He's only done this a few times but it seems like at least a hundred to Zack.
"T-
om!
" he pants, frustratingly struggling against the soft strap restraining him.
"Mmm?"
"You've been teasing me
forever!
" he exclaims.
Tom chuckles and grins back at him. "Seriously! I've been hard for, like,
