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Boyfriends Play (Aember and Perfection)

At the whimper, Micky looked up at Eros's flushed face and grinned. He could feel his lover's erection throbbing against his hand but he did nothing but pin it against his stomach, letting it feel a bit of pressure but no friction. "Don't get me wrong," Micky purred, his hand scooting up a bit so his fingers could brush over the head of Eros's member, "I like when you're fiesty. And maybe if you begged i'd be more likely to help you out." Micky chuckled lustily.

As Micky's hand teased the head of his lover's erection, his free hand moved up to softly cup at Eros's balls, at first only touching them and then gently rolling them in his palm. Micky's head lowered and he nuzzled his cheek and the side of his lips against a portion of his partner's shaft, and then kissed his hip. After that, he turned his head to gently kiss the shaft, kissing up the elegant curve to finally lay a kiss on the tip.
 

“Micky…your…so mean…” he pouted. His body shifted under the other hoping to encourage some friction on his own without the other one’s help. Little it did though; he didn’t dare make it too obvious knowing it would only give Micky reason to do something else against him. “Ahhh…” he cried when Micky drew his finger cross his now oozing head.

Eros bit his bottom lip more, with each tender kissed placed on his throbbing member. He whined opening, his fists balling at the head board. He try not to force them down, as the where starting to hurt a little. “Mmm…” his head tossed to the side his eyes squeezing tight. He couldn't keep his legs still much longer either them shifted and moved, growing more frustrated. “Please…I…can’t take it…you had your fun…” he gave in and started pleading.
 
Micky could have laughed when he was called mean, and he wished he'd seen the pout on Eros's face that he could so clearly hear in his voice, but his mouth and eyes were busy with other things. Namely, his lover's erection. And Micky was sure that if he didn't take care of the erection soon enough, there was going to be a riot when Eros was finally let out of the cuffs and blindfold. So he kept his focus on the part of Eros's body that his partner wanted to be touched the most.

The pleading only spurred him on. With Eros's encouragement, Micky grasped the base of his lover's cock in his hand and secured his lips over the head, sucking at the pre-cum that soaked the tip. Once he'd gathered it all he pulled his head back and savoured the taste, and then he leaned down once more and this time took as much of Eros into his mouth as he could. His tongue flicked against the underside and his cheeks sucked at the shaft, all the while his hand squeezed at Eros's balls.
 
Eros hardly had time to think about anything in the way of paybacks, but be sure he’d think up enough after he was free and alone again! For now his mind was wielding around one thing and one thing only…getting off. Micky could have given into his pleas a moment sooner! “Ahhh!” he gasp, eyes shot open as he started into nothingness still (grr the nothingness, he thought bitterly but only a second’s thought).

Once more his hands were pulling at the bindings, trying to break free, eager to grasp to something…anything! Eros’s body bucked forward, lightly, his body already nearly spent from trying all the teasing. His head lay back and his breathing change, becoming heavy and short. The heat of Micky’s mouth was heaven, his was driving him crazy. But unlike before there was nothing holding him back and he climbed further and further took his peek.

"Mickey...." he cried, his voice eager and warning as he came crashing from his peek.
 
Micky was quite practiced with his mouth, and he gently suckled and licked at the shaft as he pulled his head back, and then thrust it forward again. He set up a slow rythm, making sure to lave every part of Eros's erection with his tongue as he suckled on what was in his mouth. Micky loved to do this. He loved to hear Eros go wild. It was the hottest thing ever. He looked up and watched as Eros grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Finally, Micky felt Eros's balls tense and draw up out of his hand, while his cock twitched in his mouth. The Filipino man pulled back until only his lips were suckling on the head, and suddenly Eros cried out his name and began cumming in his mouth. He probably would have grinned if there wasn't a dick between his lips. Micky made sure to swallow every drop that was given him, milking Eros through his orgasm before he pulled his lips back and licked the rest from his arousal. Once finished, Micky stretched up Eros's body and kissed his cheek.

"Good, baby?"
 
Eros had never been good about holding on very long. Then again, he’d never been as work up so quickly and for this long either. Usually he could take a little more of Micky’s teasing but the poor thing was up and ready to go even before Micky got started…so it was no surprise that he spilled as quickly as he did. Eros fell back against the bed with a heavy sigh. He continued to pant for a few, trying to cool his body down and regain himself from the dizzy bliss that had just washed over him.

He was only faintly away of the bed shifting, the other coming to lie down beside him again. The kiss surprised him, catching his attention. He tried to pull himself upward a little, best he could with the room the cuffs would give him, to find those lips. “Always….” He breathed heavily a lopsided smile gracing his swollen lips. He was curious, as he waited to find those lips, ( demanding a kiss without the use of your hands and eyes was a very hard thing) just how Micky faired through the ordeal. Darkly he hoped the other was just as uncomfortable as he was...if not more.
 
Oh yes, Micky was indeed uncomfortable. Extremely more uncomfortable than Eros had been, he bet. However, he didn't mind. He knew he would be able to get off soon enough, because he was running the whole show. In fact, he was going to get relief right after he was sure that Eros could function after that orgasm.

The way that his lover saught the kiss without any eyes or the use of his hands was cute-- so cute that Micky decided to indulge Eros and press their lips together, though it was teasingly short and ended with a rough nip to the blonde's bottom lip. Afterwards he pulled back and reached up to unclasp one of Eros's wrists.

"Sit up," he ordered, and even helped Eros sit up. Once he was up Micky pulled his hands behind his back and recuffed them. "There. Slide off the bed. Get on your knees."
 
Eros smiled when those lips he searched for so eagerly was found. A whine of hurt followed when bit him and pulled away leaving Eros thoroughly unsatisfied with that pitiful kiss. He frowned, ready again to speak his mind when he realized one of his arms had been let go. A light wince as it dropped at his side sore from the constant tugging and stretched position.

Sitting up felt nice. His hand started for the blindfold when he felt the other being pulled behind him, naturally his body was still a little shaking from his orgasm (quite the strongest he'd had in a very-very long time...if not ever) so there was little effort in resisting. Again he frowned, wanting to be free from the damn things. Greedy little Eros wanted to hold Micky at last, but he was again put off.

A few seconds went to testing the restraints, adjusting to the new position. Eros didn't hesitate to do was he was told, he knew what Micky was going for and it was certainly only fair. With some hesitation and careful effort he slipped from the be and adjusted himself up on his knees. Still unable to see he relied on his hearing, his head tilted slightly to the side waiting. This position left him feeling very awkward and a little naughty >_<. "You know...if I had my hands I'm sure I could be a lot more help..." he muttered, pointless of course, but he had to give it a try.
 
Micky watched Eros to make sure he settled on his knees before he moved into his own position, spreading his legs to fit Eros inbetween them. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants, but soon enough they were open and his hand was reaching in to pull out his dick. Micky smirked at the pitiful attempt on Eros's part to get him to let him go, but he held firm to his treatment of his boyfriend.

"Mmm, but baby, you look so good on your knees, all tied up. I think I really like you like this," Micky teased. After all, he had been correct. Eros was pratically made to be tied up. He looked so sexy restrained. It made so many new thoughts and new positions enter Micky's head, but it would all take a bit of studying on his part. The Filipino male grasped his dick and softly moved the head across Eros's lips, spreading a bit of pre-cum across them.

"Open up baby, and scoot forward a bit more," he murmured. Meanwhile, his free hand reached forward to grab Eros's pretty hair in his hand to use as a hold, but to also pull it back from his face so Micky could see what was happening.
 
Eros certainly hoped thtat he didn’t tell Micky that he’d had the whole weekend free, in fear that his boyfriend would keep him trapped until Monday morning. Not that the thought wasn’t very hot and even started to turn him on, he really wouldn’t have minded a little movement. It had been near an hour or more now since he was able to touch the other! Well, that was about to change, not that it was the way Eros wanted. To his comment about looking all cute tied up as he was Eros only wrinkled his nose up at the other. He would have gotten a glare if not for the blindfold.

On his knees and eagerly waiting Eros finally felt the head of his lover’s dick slip across his lips. Immediately his tongue followed after trailing the trail of sweet nectar it left behind…when his tongue hit the actually member it disappeared back into his mouth. There was a playful impish grin that crossed his lips just then. Eros moved his head forward, encroached by the hand wrapped in his hair from behind. He parted his lips lightly allowing the head to pass through…but only to be blocked by his tightly gritted teeth. Eros then rocked his head a little side to side giving the other only a small taste of pleasure from his lips, denying him entrance to his mouth. Paybacks were hell!
 
Eros needed to learn patience if they were going to be playing like this again. And Micky did want to play like this again. . .

When his dick was accepted into Eros's lips Micky moaned softly and watched to see if Eros was going to part his teeth, though when he seemed to be denying Micky any entrance the older male growled viciously and tugged on Eros's hair sharply, just to remind him who was in charge.

"You forget that you are the one tied up, Eros. Now open your mouth," Micky hissed. Past all this show of aggression, he cared for Eros and he would never hurt the other too badly. Never. And Micky hoped Eros trusted him enough to know that. On the same note, he hoped that Eros would take the hint and not play around too much, lest Micky be forced to use a bit of pain as coersion.
 
Eros was doing pretty well as far as patience was going. The teen was use to getting his way, spoiled by family and by his lover. It was their own faults if they didn’t think he was patient enough. Even if he was annoyed and frustrated with his current situation it wasn’t so bad that he wouldn’t want to play again. The pros still out weighed the cons!

There was a light smirk at the corner of his mouth, pleased to get the growl from Micky. Only it was short live, pain (nothing he couldn’t stand mind you, it was more so just shock) from his head caused him to give a quick intake of breath, leaving his mouth wide open. It was certainly hard to forget, all the little reminders Micky was so generous to bring up.

He said nothing now, not that he could, just a small little whimper around the first few inches of his lover’s dick that now filled his mouth. Eros trusted Micky fully; he did not blame the other’s frustration or even his aggression. He had ever right to it considering. His trust for the other was quickly assured when Eros started to hum a little tune around the contents in his mouth, His tongue showered it with extra affection swirling around the tip and under.
 
Once Eros gasped for breath, Micky slipped the tip of his arousal into the open mouth with a small sigh of pleasure. That was more like it. He could feel the warmth coming from Eros's mouth and it was like heaven-- the only thing that was better was if Eros actually began to suck and use his tongue like Micky knew he was able to do. His wish came at first with the whimper, and then as Eros began to hum. Micky gasped, his eyes fluttering as that talented tongue swirled around the tip.

"Mmmm, God," Micky moaned, then pressed his dick a bit further into Eros's mouth. His free hand rested on his lover's cheek, gently reassuring him that he wouldn't press too far. He didn't want to choke Eros or anything. But slipping his dick into the warm mouth all the way was tempting. His hips jerked forward slightly, and with a sharp movement he thrust himself in and out of Eros's mouth before his hips stilled again.
 
Eros was very proud of himself, he knew full well what he was doing and took deep pride in giving his lover whatever he wanted. Micky spoiled him hopelessly, he could return the favor every once in away. The voiced words and moans encroached the other on, pausing a moment to smile. His little song came to an end.

He allowed the silence to linger, again teasing the other a little…but not nearly as long as before, he really liked his hair and would prefer to keep it. The first few thrust got him going again, this time Eros sucked lightly, allowing his teeth to just graze over the sensitive skin.

A few times more and he encouraged Micky to go in a little further by sitting forward toward the other. So long as the other was easy about it Eros wouldn’t mind taking another step out of his comfort zone. Even as Eros gagged when Micky went too far in, he didn’t complain…knowing well that his muscles were only tighten further around Micky’s dick bringing him that much more pleasure.
 
All of this was getting a great response from Micky. He loved the light suction, and he loved how his boyfriend's teeth knew exactly how to lightly graze over his flesh in order to make him wild. Micky gasped and groaned, then looked down at Eros's face, silently cursing the blindfold himself. It would have been great to look down into his lover's bright blue eyes as he sucked him off, almost forcefully. Maybe he'd take it off before he came. . .

When Eros sat forward in order to take more, the Filipino man groaned loudly and softly petted Eros's cheek as he took the opportunity to slide his dick further into his lover's mouth. Even when Eros gagged he didn't stop, but instead went maybe an inch more and then left himself there for Eros to suckle on for a moment. Micky's hand strongly held Eros's head in place as he left his dick in his boyfriend's throat for a moment, no doubt hindering breathing just a bit. It was after some moments that he pulled out completely, and let Eros get some air. After, he pressed into Eros's mouth again, repeating the action.

This time a bit deeper.
 
Eros did not make an effort as he normally would to keep his eyes open, knowing well that Micky liked seeing them. Instead they were tightly closed, even more so now when his lover insisted now to go deeper. Leave it to Micky, you give him an inch more to play with and he takes two! This was of course very annoying but what room did Eros have to complain? His body adjusted, the gagging ceased and he continued to work his tongue around the overly large member in his mouth.

Breathing was difficult, he tried hard not to panic...reminding himself that he trusted Micky fully. Instead he concentrated on breathing through his nose, heavy and labored as it was. His patience, yes...patience! paid off when Micky withdrew enough. He panted around the organ still lingering in his mouth taking in as much air without failing in his duty to please his mate.

The trust was nothing new, but this one caught him by surprise as it slid deeper, hitting the back of his throat. Eros whimpered and gagged again, a few tears stung his eyes and his body twitched against his restraints. Even still, he didn't make a big enough fuss that demanded to stop. It took only a few more times for him to catch onto how to make it okay for himself and allow Micky his full access, before long he had a nice little rhythm going up and down his boyfriends length.
 
It pleased Micky greatly that Eros wasn't trying to pull his head back as he took a cock down his throat. After all, Micky didn't want to use Eros's hair to force him to take the member. Right now he didn't want to be too harsh with his partner. They were, after all, only trying this out. Maybe the next time Micky would actually fuck Eros's throat, instead of simply slowly helping Eros get a deep rythm set up. And the Eros's hair would be in danger of being pulled and manipulated.

The gagging was divine, and it made Micky moan out, "Mmmmohhh, such a good boy. . ." The Filipino man licked his lips and watched his blindfolded boyfriend bob up and down on his length. It was such a hot sight, even hotter than usually because he knew that Eros was completely under his mercy. It was good that Micky was merciful, then.

Still, even with his 'merciful' nature, Micky couldn't help but hold Eros's head still through a tight grip on his hair as he slid his cock completely into the blonde's throat, pressing his balls against his boyfriend's chin. No doubt that was the furthest Eros had ever taken him into his mouth, and Micky almost came right then and there at the feel of his cock in the tight throat. Again, Micky kept his hips pressed against Eros's mouth, holding the position and no doubt halting Eros's normal breathing again.

"Nnnnn, stick out your tongue and press it against my fucking balls," Micky ordered. In his mind he growled, Fucking cockgobbler. He so desperately wanted to say that to Eros, to degrade him as he pleasured Micky, though the Filipino man didn't dare. Not this time.
 
Eros was certainly out of his comfort zone right then...but he was willing to bear along. It wasn't like this whole experience was all uncomfortable, he had quite a blast just a few moments ago. He was thankful his lover started off with him, or he might have back out of this whole bondage affair hours ago!

The rhythm he had set for Micky was slowly warming up to Eros's personal comfort. Leave it to Micky to push him further. Eyes shot open...to darkness, but his brows could be seen lifting up high over the top of his blindfold. That last shove was much too deep. He tried to cry out but his air was cut off. He was getting only enough to keep him conscious. Panic started to set in, whimpering deep in his throat and wiggling in his bindings...he wanted loose.

Then came the order...he didn't hesitate, hoping (and wanting) to please Micky into cumming already. With some effort he managed slip his tongue past his lips, sliding down Micky's shaft on the way out. This opened up his throat a little more. He wiggled the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner against the man's balls, inwardly cringing. This he had never done. Already he felt slightly degraded. But he loved and trusted Micky.
 
Micky could see the discomfort on Eros's face as he pushed his cock fully into the other's mouth. However, because his lover was not struggling, except for the tugging on his bindings, which he had been doing, or trying to pull back, Micky took it to mean that Eros didn't have a problem with being pushed to such a far level. The whimper only made things more pleasureable for Micky, and the older man moaned and tilted his head back slightly as he held his cock in the back of Eros's throat.

When the tongue brushed against his balls, Micky groaned, "Nnn, so good." Micky could feel his balls rising up and tensing as pleasure shot through his cock. Finally thinking that Eros had enough and he needed to breathe, Micky pulled back and pulled his cock fully from his lover's lips. A string of saliva connected Eros's lips to his erection, which amused the older man slightly as he let his lover breathe. He was on the edge, so close. . .

"Open your mouth wide," he ordered, then began jacking himself off infront of his partern's face, getting himself closer and closer to orgasm. He ran his cock head against the smooth skin of Eros's bottom lip before he placed his member at the entrance to Eros's mouth. A jet of cum flowed out of him, followed by many more as Micky stroked himself dry into Eros's mouth. When he was done he growled lowly in pleasure and pulled himself back, then put his limping penis back into his boxers and zipped up his pants.

Then, Micky leaned down to take the blindfold off of his partner's face, as well as the handcuffs from his arms. Micky kissed Eros on the cheek and then murmured, "That was better than normal, wasn't it?" A small grin crossed his pierced lips.
 
Eros licked away at Micky's balls, feeling them twitch to certain strokes and repeating those to better please his lover. His breathing was harsh and water collected at his eyes in pain from the pressure down his throat. He wanted Micky out but feared the rejection would be taken the wrong way. The praise from the other certainly made him feel a lot better...as the cock slid from his bruised throat he sucked in large amounts of air, mouth open and panting.

It was amazing what one could ear without the use of their eyes. He heard the other's hand working himself...he winced once knowing what that next order entailed. This was another thing he wasn't fond of. He much preferred Micky to be down his throat when he released, naturally helping it be swallowed. Slowly he complied, knowing that he, himself would be forced to swallow on his own.

When the tip touched his lips Eros couldn't help but give another playful lick with his tongue, helping his lover along. Two seconds later the endless warm, bitter flow began. Eros did his very best to swallow all that he could, closing his mouth around Mickys member slightly to keep it from spilling out. Some did, falling out along his mouth like a string of drool. How humiliating.


All was worth seeing that look in Micky's eyes though. His own were tear-stained, lust lost but love still shinning behind the sheen of old tears. Immidantly after his hands were released he wrapped them around Micky's neck. FINALLY he was able to touch him. "Yes..." he breathed already crushing his lips against the other one's.
 
It made Micky grin to see his lover's eyes as they were relieved of the blindfold. The tear-stained aspect catered to the more sadistic parts of the older male and the love in Eros's eyes catered to the softer, more loving aspect of his personality. The Filipino man wrapped his arms tightly, protectively around Eros's waist as the other pratically threw himself at him, eager to touch him.

When their lips were crushed together, Micky returned the passion, kissing Eros back with equal fervor. His arms around the other's waist pulled their bodies tightly together, and the grip was only loosened slightly when the kiss died and Micky pulled his head away. "Nnn, damn Eros," he muttered, then grinned and kissed his lover lightly on the lips, his tongue running over Eros's bottom lip before his teeth nipped at the flesh.
 
Eros was quite reluctant to let the other go and it was very rare, if not the first, that he'd ever shown this much passion in dominating (or at least starting out to and trying to keep it that way) a kiss. It was like he couldn't get close enough, couldn't taste him enough. There was a soft whine when Micky pulled back, Eros's pouted slightly. The nip caused him to recoil only a little.

But even so Eros had no more energy to offer in ways of argument or anything else. He only smiled and fell back against the other's bare chest. "No more blind folds," he muttered under his breath, his hands wiping at his eyes for the first time. There were marks around his wrists from the cuffs, they would certainly be bruises in the morning...bruises to match the pretty little hickey on his neck.

After a few moments of laying there calmly he started to move again, insisting that he needed to shower. Eros never could go long after a round of fun with his lover before he wanted a shower. He was just an overly clean person.
 
Despite his earlier roughness, he held Eros like he was the most precious thing in the world. Instead of kissing Eros's lips, Micky kissed at the trails of his lover's tears slightly. He didn't really see the bruises-- he would probably see those in the morning, and he wasn't too intent on seeing the bruises, either. Micky was more interested in cradling his lover to his chest, just enjoying him in his arms.

"No more blindfolds? But baby, you looked so hot. . ." Micky protested. Blindfolds and handcuffs were only the start. Micky wanted to do so much more to Eros-- gags and paddles and sounding and biting-- and blindfolds were part of that fun. If Eros denied one thing, how much more would he protest against? "It was good, too, wasn't it? You liked not knowing where I was going to touch you next, didn't you?" Lightly, Micky kissed Eros again before his lover wanted to get up.

A shower. With a sigh, Micky stood up as well and slipped off his shirt, then his pants and boxers followed. A shower could feel good right now. Once he was undressed he headed to the bathroom to get water started up, to the temperature that he knew Eros liked.
 
It was for this very reason that Eros had put up with the little extra roughness from his lover, it was for this very reason that Eros would do just about anything for Micky...just to be held like he was now. No other person in the world made him feel so loved and wanted. The blond wrinkled his nose a little against the urged acceptance of the blindfold, but not before a little chill up his spine at being called 'hot.' "No..." he said, but his voice wasn't very convincing. He never was a good lair. Then again he was never good at saying 'no' either.

Eros ignored the sigh from the older, he ignored the fact that Micky didn't want to give him up to a shower. That was just too bad, he thought. It was about time he got to indulge in a little selfishness this evening. Eros happily followed, using the last of his energy for a little spring in his step. "You made the mess, now you clean it up," he ordered playfully taking his lover's hand and towing him along into the shower with him.
 
Micky heard Eros's weak denial of the blindfold and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. At least, though, he knew his boyfriend would give up and just let him do it anyway. Plus, he knew that Eros did really like being blindfolded, even if he denied it, he still stayed hard. That was all the evidence Micky needed to blindfold his lover once again. After all, Eros's body seemed to be more honest than his mouth.

When Eros said he'd have to clean up his 'mess,' Micky laughed and squeezed Eros's hand, lacing their fingers together and following him into the shower without much hesitation. "How would you like me to clean it up, baby?" Micky purred into his lover's ear, leaning over to carefully whisper into it. He had let Eros's hand go and instead his hands wrapped around the blond's slim waist. One moved down to softly grope Eros's ass, and a soft nip was placed on the blond's earlobe.
 
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