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Boyfriends Play (Aember and Perfection)

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Perfection

Super-Earth
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Jan 27, 2009
Eros was staring at the clock from his seat, the professor drowning on and on about whatever topic they were on today. For some reason he just couldn't focus long enough to catch enough words to write down. Oh well, he'd just charm some girl next class for her notes. The hopless flirt he was. He wondered what his boyfriend would say if he was caught sweet talking some pretty girl in class? The thought amused him...then scared him as his phone started to buzz from his pocket. Speak of the devil!

Eros Lavine was eighteen years old. 5'6" tall with a lean, tall build. He had white-blond hair, dark completion and ocean blue eyes.

Sitting far enough in the back he flipped open his phone and couldn't help but give a little smile. He loved seeing the other one's name pop up on his screen, the picture that accompanied it to let him know who it was. As if he needed to know! The message was brief. Something along the lines about coming over around 6 that evening. It was Friday...his homework could wait until Sunday he guessed and quickly texted back. -okay...should I bring anything?-

Twenty minutes later the professor wished them a good weekend. Eros packed up his books and slung his messenger back over his shoulder. Lucky for him his parents had money, he could afford a dorm room to himself and even a car. He never really invited his boyfriend over much to his dorm. The space was very unforgiving for two males. Back in his rooms (yes more than one...it was like a mini hotel suite) he threw his books onto the floor by the door and rushed to get a shower. He changed into a comfortable sweater and jeans before looking for his already lost keys. How did he managed that?!
 
If anyone was to ask Micky, Eros's boyfriend, then no. He wouldn't be mad if he was sweet-talking some girl in his class. Micky wasn't that jealous. He knew that, at the end of the day, he would have Eros and that girl would be out of the white-haired man's mind the second she was gone. Micky was just that good. But of course, if anyone was to ask, he wasn't self-adsorbed. Not at all. He was simply. . .confident in his boyfriend. That was it.

The 19-year-old reached his hand in his pocket to pull out his Blackberry when it vibrated. He looked down at the message, read it over quickly, and then typed: Nah, just bring yourself babe. The message was sent and he stored the phone back in his pocket neatly.

Micky waited patiently, sitting on the couch with his arms sprawled out behind him. He was tall and thin, with defined muscles on his arms and torso, but nothing to make him look bulky. He was just strong. His skin was dark, and his hair was black, straight, and short-- though his bangs were slightly long, ending at his eyebrow, which was pierced. His lips were pierced as well. Piercings were his one vice. That, and cigarettes. In total, Micky had about thirteen piercings-- three below the waist. The majority of piercings were in his ears. The only one he still had to get done was his tongue.

The Filipino man licked his lips and rolled his head on his shoulders. He was excited, and slightly nervous, to have Eros over.
 
The returned text he got after class sent his heart a flutter.

Eros paced his room while he waited for it to be just the right time to leave. He had the rout down to the second. If he left too early he would arrive too early and Micky might not be ready, he might get mad, well not really mad but upset perhaps. He certainly didn't want to get involved with anything like TV or homework or then he might be late. So instead for twenty minutes he paced the room...waiting.

His phone started to ring this time...but it wasn't Micky, it was his parents. He winced...it was like they just new he was planning to sneak out for the whole night or something. What was the point of moving away for college if they still bugged you every time you turned around? Eros's parents didn't approve so much of Micky, although they couldn't disagree he didn't treat the boy like gold. It was just the simple idea that he was another male and he had far TOO many piercings. Damn good thing they didn't know about the one he had...a present from the other when he turned eighteen last Valentine's day. His bellybutton ring, his favorite! He especially loved with the other played with it! Other than that he only had two more in his ears. Needless to say, Eros's tolerance for pain wasn't as great as Micky's it took great conniving for these three (two by former bfs in the past and the third from Micky).


Ignoring the phone he tossed it on the couch. There was no need for his phone tonight. The only thing important tonight was going to be wrapped around him soon enough. TIME! Eros grabbed his keys and headed down the familiar streets. Ten minutes later he was knocking on the door...three times before entering on his own. If Micky didn't want him to enter on his own he should have been there waiting by the second knock! "I'm here..."
 
It seemed to take quite a long time for Eros to get over to his house, which worried Micky slightly but he tried not to think about it too much. He was already set up-- well, there wasn't much to set up at all, really. Just had to pop a DVD in and press 'play.' Simple enough. He thought he could handle it, really. So while waiting that unsually long time for his boyfriend, Micky was sprawled out on the couch, wearing a simple black wifebeater and some low-slung pants.

When the door was knocked on, Micky smiled and sat up. As the door opened, he stood up. His pants fell low on his hips, and his shirt ended just under his navel, exposing the two hip piercings that he had along with a full-colour tattoo of chains and thorns that seemed to connect the two piercings. It was his baby, and it was pretty new, so he liked showing it off. When Eros appeared in the doorway Micky smiled widely. A dazzling smile.

"Hey Eros, c'mon," he called, waving his hand and laughing. Micky was totally fine with the other coming in, even without knocking. He liked the surprise.
 
Eros dropped his keys in the usual spot and slipped out of his shoes at the door. He was instantly comfortable by just those two little actions. The voice that greeted him from the other room only added to the comfort and slight excitement. He was curious to what Micky had planned tonight. He hoped it was something that would last all night. He really had not intentions of going home that weekend, or at least not tonight.

"Sorry if I'm late..." he said but with little sincerity for he wasn't late, he was just on time, but it looked like Micky had been waiting. His eyes lingered for a few moments as he paused in the doorway. He made a viable effort to admire Micky's latest piercing addiction with approval. After which he walked strait up to the other and wrapped his arms around his neck before kissing him. "What a frustrating day...I couldn't think of anything else but you today, your such a pest," he teased.
 
Micky had been waiting, but he wasn't going to call Eros out on it or anything. That would be rude. Instead, Micky smiled and shook his head. "Nope, just on time babe," he reassured the other, raising his hand to lightly scratch at his chest through the black wifebeater that hugged his slim form. When Eros finally approached him to wrap his arms around his neck, Micky grinned and curled his arms around Eros' waist, kissing him back.

"Now you know what I go through every day," Micky murmured back, still grinning as he mischeviously reached down to grope Eros's ass gently. After that firm squeeze Micky laughed and pulled back, lacing their fingers together as he pulled him toward the couch. "Got a movie I thought you might be interested in," he said, then sat down on the couch and spread his legs, patting the space inbetween them for Eros to sit.
 
Eros squeaked a little when his ass was grabbed. It was something he should have expected, being in such tight quarters with the other, but it never ceased to take him by surprise, even when he WAS expecting it. The sensations sit chills all over his body in only a way Micky could. If somebody else would have done this...like a few weeks ago down at the club, he would have gotten very offended. It just wasn't the same.

"I certainly feel sorry for you then," he added. Today was miserable. But everything was okay now that he was here. "A movie? I do hope it is long," he said looking forward to sitting beside the other all night. Happily he accepted the seat between the other and settled back staring at the TV. He claimed one of Micky's arms for himself, winding his arm around it and lacing his fingers in the others.
 
"Why? I've had you on my mind. That's amazing," Micky retorted, and then smiled as Eros accepted his spot between Micky's legs. One hand went to grope for the remote while the other hand was taken over by the blonde. But Micky didn't mind. In fact, he squeezed Eros's hand gently in a loving gesture once their hands were laced together. It didn't take him much longer to get the remote. Micky flicked on the TV, turning it to the channel that would allow him to play the DVD.

"It's about average length. But if you like it, we could always watch another," the filipino boy nearly purred. The DVD player was turned on, and the porno's menu came onto the screen Micky pressed 'play' and soon images of a young male and an older male filled the screen. It started out like any other porn, but it would get into bondage-- nothing too hardcore though. Micky wrapped his arms around Eros, resting his chin on the other's shoulder.
 
"Thinking about you...or me...is completely wonderful," he corrected himself. "But...stuck someplace else rather than here is torture," he pouted in explanation to his meaning. Eros sighed softly as he readied himself for about an hour of whatever Micky picked. It was rare that he ever actually got into a movie sitting like this, his thoughts were constantly on the other. His breathing, his heart beat, the way he shifted and occasionally (depending on the movie) the grown bulge he was laying against behind him.

However, the movie in question popped up onto the screen and Eros was a little surprised. Not that it wasn't something they'd watched before but it had been a while. He couldn't help but smirk a little, his head holding the other one's tighter. There character were pretty cute, but not as cute as his own behind him! As the movie progressed his eyes widened a little. Now THIS was new. He shifted a little...silent and fully intent on the movie.
 
This was one of Micky's favourite movies. It wasn't too hardcore, though he actually preferred the kinkier films, but it was his favourite because of how cute the boys were. They sounded sweet, too, just like his Eros. If he closed his eyes while listening to the films, he could imagine his blonde lover and that only made things better. Micky didn't have to resort to movies while alone too often, though. No, only if Eros happened to be gone, or something. Instead, he had the movies mainly to help their sex life, sometime.

Bondage was something Micky had been wanting to try on Eros-- hell, he was pratically made to be tied up-- but he was quite timid to ask his lover. So it was best to just show him. As Micky felt Eros shift, he looked at the younger male. Eros didn't seem disgusted, which was a good sign. Micky smiled slightly and pressed his body up against Eros, a bulge forming in his pants as the movie progressed, even though Micky was split between watching the movie and his partner's reaction.
 
Eros was vaguely aware of this kinky sort of thing...sure lost of people tried fuzzy handcuffs and the sort. He'd imagined that a few times, always WAY too timid to suggest it with Micky though. And even though this was something very light it was still so much more than a silly pair of handcuffs. Nothing was turning him off though, he wasn't disgusted by any means.

Again the teen shifted, usually so still in Micky's lap during any more. He bit the bottom of his lips as he stared, glued to the screen. Even though it was something he'd never really thought of trying he couldn't say he was against. And now...he might even find it hard to NOT think about it. Was this just a mistake in titles or did Micky realize what was in this? Was this some HE like? Why hadn't he said anything before.

By the end of the movie Eros was biting his thumb nail, feeling a little tight in his jeans...cursing himself for wearing them now. He should have settled for some windbreakers or something.
 
When the movie came to a close Micky reached over and brushed Eros's thumb away from his mouth, laughing in a husky manner. "Don't do that," he said raspily, then used his hand to turn Eros's face towards him, kissing him in a soft but passionate manner. Once he pulled back, Micky looked at Eros steadily. "So. . .What did you think?" He asked, his eyes curious and lusty at the same time.

Meanwhile, Micky's hand couldn't help but roam. It brushed over Eros's chest, softly running down his middle to brush over the waistband of his jeans and even the slight bulge in the crotch. The hand didn't linger, though. It brushed over Eros's thighs, and then Micky spoke again. "Would you be willing to watch another? Or. . .even try a bit?"
 
Eros's hands dropped but was replaced by his bottom lip. He couldn't help it, it was sort of nervous and excited and giddy all at once! That kissed help mellow him out just a little, at least he wasn't chewing on anything at the moment. "I...though it was....interesting," he said not really sure what word to use to describe the movie.

The teen shifted his weight so that he sat sideways with his legs over Micky's one. The roaming was only adding to the tight confines of his jeans causing Eros to squirm even more. The question he'd been dreading and yet hoping for. Blushing red he glanced to the side. "I wouldn't...mind either, actually" he smirked chancing a glance back up at the other. It was clear he was curious...and totally game for a little playtime.
 
When Eros shifted in his lap, Micky couldn't help but bite at the inside of his lip to hold back a moan, seeing as Eros's hip had brushed right past his erection. Still, the new position was good. He could really look at his boyfriend now. Micky's hand trailed back up the inside of Eros's thigh to rest fully on that bulge, his palm pressing and massaging at it slightly. Mainly to hide Micky's nerves at being rejected. But he didn't think that was going to happen. After all, Eros seemed aroused. . .

"Oh really?" Micky smirked at the news and gently squeezed his partner's clothed erection in his own happiness. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, then," he murmured. His hand moved from Eros's crotch to push under his shirt, moving up to softly play with a nipple. "I don't want to go to far," he explained, "So it's best if you tell me. . ." Micky then smirked. "Do you need to watch another video for more inspiration?"
 
Eros was certainly warming up to that hand but it wasn't enough to draw him away from the conversation. More chills ran up his spine with Micky's smirk...it made him slightly nervous, but in a good way, mind you. "Really...it looks like it could be...fun," he assured. When the hand moved to his front laying firm squeeze to the front of his pants leaving quite aroused. He shut his eyes a moment as he felt his toes curl and a faint moan escaping his lips. It was annoying, how much material lay between him an Micky's hand!

He dropped his head into the crook of Micky's neck, enjoying the other male's roaming hand. "I want...you to tie me up like on the movie," he said feeling utterly bashful unable to show his face. He was turning bright red. Gently he gave a tender kiss to Micky's neck before continuing. "And...I...want you to play with me," he added basically giving his full consent. As for as going too far...it didn't cross his mind. What he saw on the video seemed harmless enough, what more could Micky find to do?
 
Once Eros gave his full consent, Micky grinned and drew his hand back, instead moving it to slide under Eros's legs while his other arm circled around his boyfriend's back. Like this Micky picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. Eros already had everything ready for him in the bedroom, though nothing was out yet except for a strip of dark black, silky cloth. Micky gently set Eros down on the bed and then reached for the cloth.

He didn't say anything as he placed the cloth over Eros's brilliant eyes and then tied it behind his hair. Once it was in place Micky backed up and instructed, "Stay there." It was a promise that he'd be back. A few minutes later Micky returned, and stood over Eros, looking down at him. Reaching down, he grabbed one of Eros's arms and pushed it up above his head, toward the headboard. A soft cuff was snapped in place around the wrist. The other cuff was looped around the headboard and then Micky reached down to cuff Eros's second wrist.

With his lover tied up in the light bondage Micky licked his lips and leaned over Eros's body to straddle his hips, his lips moving down to attack his partner's neck.
 
The prospect of playing tonight did not cross Eros's mind though, he was under the impression until Micky gave one of those impish grins of his again, that this was just a spur of the moment thing. He thought they would perhaps watch another and talk a little more about it. The couch and ground was slowly fall away as Micky lifted him without much effort at all. He always did like to be carried, happily wrapping his arms around the other one's neck.

Okay, so they were going to fool around a little, certainly okay with him. "Micky, wai..." he start as the cloth blinded him from the world. His hand were about to pull it up to peek out but Micky's command to keep put caused him to freeze. Did Micky have all this planned from the beginning? Eros strained to hear...there was nothing for a while and then footsteps. His heart started to race when he felt his arm being pull up over his head, his first reaction was to pull away, which he did but with no effort to break free of Micky's.

The first cuffed fitted snugly around his wrist, there was a light intake of breath when the second secured him for good to the bed. He tried to pull it free from the bed with no luck. He might have given his consent, but it wouldn't have been any fun if he didn't at least TRY to get loose, right? "You have this planned, didn't you," he accused to the darkness, before moaning softly against the sudden attack on his neck. Amazing how much different things felt when you were helpless!
 
"I was hoping you'd say yes," Micky breathed against Eros's neck, and he grinned against the skin. Lightly, a bite was pressed into his lover's flesh. Micky was a known biter-- he liked to leave marks. Eros was his, and he liked people to know that, even if hickies were unsightly and such. The moans only spurred him on, and Micky trailed a multitude of kisses and bites all up and down both sides of Eros's neck, only leaving one mark that would last before carrying on to kissing along the flesh that was exposed by the neck of his lover's shirt.

It was unfortunate that he'd forgotten to take off Eros's shirt, but he paid no mind. Instead, his hands pushed up the shirt as far as it would go and Micky worked around it. His body shifted downward and his kisses started at the waistband of Eros's pants, moving up his flat belly and to the peaks of his nipples, which he worked in his hands and lips until they were sensitized and red. As he did this, his torso rubbed gently against Eros's crotch, pressing against his bulge.

Once he was done with his lover's chest he moved down again, this time working very slowly as he unbuttoned Eros's pants.
 
How very proud Eros was to show off all the marks his Micky made. The only time he did force himself to wear a turtle neck was when he was going to see his parents. Usually he’d have to scold the other for doing something so careless, knowing damn well that half the time Micky did it on purpose. Oh, but he had no plans to see them for at least a month so this nights mark was going to be his pride and joy for the next few days! Each kiss was like being kissed for the first time, having no control over his eyes or his hands. He could see Micky clearly thought he could just imagine the satisfying grin on Micky’s lips for leaving his unmistakable mark his pale flesh.

Next came something he usually loved very much, but tonight it drove him crazy. His breathing started to change, soft little gasps followed each suck and nip given to his nipples. The more tender they got the more he started to whimper, pulling lightly at cuffs keeping him from holding tight to his lover. How annoying, how frustrating and yet how very exciting! Already his body was heating up, usually he could stand a little more teasing but the helpless feeling and trust in Micky made him twice as hot! When he felt the first button of his pants release his hips shifted upward in greeting, suffocating in its tight confinement, eager for some comfort. Again a soft whimpering moan…urging Micky to move faster.
 
Oh yes, there was a very satisfied grin across Micky's pierced lips. But he was not only satisfied with the mark that he left on Eros's pretty skin, but he was also satisfied with how worked up he was getting his lover. It was really hot to listen to Eros try and tug on the cuffs in order to touch him, and it seemed like Eros was moaning much more freely and heatedly tonight than any other time he'd been with the other. Mmm, this bit of kink was definitely good.

And it left Micky to tease Eros to hell and back. Micky loved being a tease.

When Eros whimpered and shifted his hips up in order to get his pants off faster and get a bit of release, Micky grinned and abandoned the work, 'tsk'ing slightly. He moved to Eros's side and stretched out beside him, leaning over the pale man to kiss his lips in a heated kiss, while one of his hands moved to his chest to pluck and twist at a nipple. Though he refused to touch Eros below the waist right now.
 
Eros was deciding that he didn’t like the blindfold at all. It was worse not knowing what was going on than fearing what he saw was coming. He couldn’t deny the difference it made on him though. Even he realized he was a little more vocal than normal and it embarrassed him slightly. It was hard to tell though; his whole face was flushed with heat. Growing heat that continued…and getting absolutely no help from the other.

“MMMicky,” he growled again pulling at his restraints. Needless to say he was not pleased that his lover abandoned his nether regions. Eros was hardly the ‘violet’ or ‘demanding’ type, the growl was certainly new for him but it was laced with a whining plead.

The teen turned his head when the bed shifted, he was ready to demand to be untied but found his mouth occupied shortly after Micky settled beside him. His pervious thoughts were lost immediately and he eagerly returned the kiss, hoping to….encourage the other to help him out perhaps? However, the twist of his already very tender nipple caused him to give a muffled cry into Micky’s lips. In stubborn retort Eros bit down on those lips he cherished so much.
 
The growl of his name made Micky chuckle, but he still made no move whatsoever to help Eros out with his problem. His lover would just need to learn to be patient. Plus, Micky was the one in charge, and he was subtly trying to reinforce that by not giving into Eros's demands. And it was just damn amusing to see his usually quite submissive partner suddenly gain a demanding quiality. It was cute.

What was even more amazing was that Eros took that demanding quality a step further by biting his lips. Micky moaned, enjoying the bit of pain that his lover inflicted, though he still had to reprimand the male for it. Harshly, Micky twisted one of Eros's nipples as he stared down at his lover's blindfolded face. His hand then moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same harsh treatment.

"Do you want me to neglect your cock even longer?" Micky threatened, his voice a low, lusty growl.
 
The chuckle only encouraged the annoyance that built up with frustration; he yanked hard causing a light shack of the bed and proceeded to inform the other that he was hardly being fair. But all that had been silenced by those sweet, metallic lips that he longed for ever hour of the day. Never had he’d thought of biting his lover, but it was certainly amazing what really heated passion could do, how much confidence it could bestow upon another.

How quickly that confidence was put back into place with another harsh twist of his tender nipple, causing the teen to cry out much louder than before. It had taken him completely by surprise. The next one didn’t though and his cry was muffled as he bit hard on his own bottom lip…just shy of drawing blood. Tears started to form but went unnoticed and quickly soaked up by the blindfold. His lips pouted and he shook his head at the threatening question. "I'm...sorry..." he muttered softly, hoping to make amends with the older.
 
Eros's cries were lovely. Micky would do well to be careful, lest he become addicted. Hell, who was he kidding? He already was. He loved everything about Eros-- his body, his mind, his voice. He couldn't get enough of anything about the other man. What he really had to be careful about becoming addicted to was having Eros at his mercy like this. That was the real danger zone. But damn, did Micky love it.

When Eros apologized, Micky grinned triumphantly and leaned down to press a loving kiss to Eros's lips. It was a passionate kiss, and as Micky's mouth was occupied his fingers softly rubbed at Eros's nipples, almost in his own apology. Then his hand moved down, slipping down Eros's belly to his pants once again. They tugged down the zipper, giving his lover's erection a bit more freedom than it had. At this point, Micky pulled back from his lover's lips.

In a snake-like movement the Filipino man slid down Eros's body to his pants. Placing his hands on either side of his lover's hips, Micky tugged the pants and boxers down in a few sharp tugs, allowing Eros's erection to spring free. Seeing his treat, Micky reached his hand up and slid his palm up the shaft, pressing the head to his lover's pale belly. "Mmmm, you look so delicious all tied up and hard like this, Eros," Micky purred.
 
Eros eagerly pressed against the lips, happy to be forgiven and even more thrilled to get such a wonderful treat. He was not greedy and simply fell in step with Micky’s movements. Again he was annoyed that he couldn’t hold Micky’s head like he usually would, wrapping his fingers around that beautifully soft hair of his! The hand that trailed south certainly got the youth’s attention and he moaned his pleasure against the other lips. He was very careful this time to be patience, taking what he could get and not giving Micky reason to back off again.

His body lay still, unmoving as the cool air hit his heated body. His poor member was already fully erect and thankfully sprang free from his prison. A louder moan escaped Eros’s lips, a deep flush followed as Micky’s hands gave his cock further attention. It throbbed painful for more but Eros said nothing outside a light whimper. The purring words sit chills up his spine, causing his own body to shutter happily under Micky’s hands.
 
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