Capítulo 25: Bound To You

[Adrian's POV]

Johan gasped when he lowered his resurrected hard-on against his ass. Adrian ground his hips. "Ah! Fuck..."

All unpleasant feelings evaporated at that sultry curse. Adrian grinned when Johan thrusted his hips up to meet him. He couldn't help but nibbled his ears. "Like it?"

"Ahn! Fucker. Tie me up already!"

"Okay." Adrian looped the belt around Johan's wrists and made an overhand knot.

"No." Johan removed it. "No, you're doing it wrong."

"But, I don't know how." Adrian kissed his neck. "Teach me?"

"Why don't you go ask Dieg—Ahh!"

Adrian clamped his teeth at the junction between his neck and shoulder. The strangled moan had him rocking harder, teeth sinking further. He will not let him ruin this again with that name.

He released his hold when Johan planted his face on the sheets. He could have elbowed Adrian if he wanted to, but he's not protesting. He really liked this kind of stuff, huh? "Should I make an order that you teach me how to do it?"

Johan turned and glared. He grabbed the belt, inserted the tail through its buckle and put it in one wrist. "Listen and do the rest."

Adrian did as he was told. As instructed, he looped the loose tail around his other wrist, then slid it back through the buckle. He repeated it until he created a horizontal eight. "Why do you like to be tied, Han?"

Johan blushed and looked away. "J-just because."

"Hmm?" Adrian was curious. But he won't press the matter for now.

"Are we gonna start or what?"

Adrian kissed the angry mark he created. "How would you like me to start?"

"Would you like me to mention a name again?"

He'd rather not. Although it wouldn't have the same effect again.

Adrian flipped Johan over so they're face to face. Now that his flushed face came to view; messy chocolate hair splayed on the bed, leather-cuffed hands raised to his head, Adrian could see the added appeal. He smirked.

Johan gave a challenging smirk of his own. He folded one leg. The thumb of his foot skillfully hooked to his opened dress pants and kicked it down to his ankles. "That thing is obstructing me from feeling more skin."

"Should I tie your legs too?" Adrian asked, amused.

"You can." Cuffed wrists raised and snared his head, locking around his neck, pulling him in. "But you wouldn't. Not now."

Adrian felt Johan slipped his foot in his boxer briefs, teasing him with his toes. Adrian chuckled. "You're just something, aren't you?"

"Isn't that why you want me?" Johan said as he kissed him, dragging his underwear down.

Adrian groaned in pleasure as a hand fisted his hair. Johan slithered his tongue inside his mouth, and Adrian lost his patience at the last article of clothing separating their erection. He clasped the garter and yanked it down, earning a moan of approval.

Their tongues clashed, and so was their hard sabers. Adrian clawed the feverish thighs and spread it out. He pulled Johan closer, removing empty spaces between them as much as possible.

Johan responded by pinching his hips with his thighs, circling his legs to lock him in place.

"You'll have to let me go for a sec, or I might fuck you without a condom," Adrian said after he pulled away, breathless.

Using the back of his thighs, Johan anchored himself and kissed him again, pushing him up that Adrian had to support his waist as they sat up. "It's behind you."

Adrian turned to grab the bottle and packet he dropped earlier when he pushed Johan to the bed. When Johan kissed his collarbone, he chuckled. "Han—"

"I won't," Johan said before he could warn him not to put any hickeys.

Adrian closed his eyes as he savored the lips giving his neck attention. The fiery breath tickled him. It travelled slowly to his jaw until Johan went back to his lips and nibbled lightly. His eyes fluttered open, and through half-lidded eyes, he stared at the face giving him this much pleasure.

Johan looked sleepy with his lambent eyes. But unlike the last time they had a sexual play, those chestnut orbs weren't stone cold. The passion encased him with warmth, and the soft kiss Johan placed on his lips melted him.

They're making love.

Adrian reached a hand behind Johan, lube-coated fingers teasing his entrance. "Shall we start?"

"Hmm." The man on his lap only slid closer, eyes closed, pressing their forehead together. "I'd really prefer if I take a bath first."

Adrian grinned. "Why? We're doing fine."

"So I can wash and clean properly, duh." Johan jumped a little when Adrian inserted the tip of his finger. "S-seriously, don't do that now."

"I have to prepare you though."

"It's fine." Johan wriggled out of his touch. "I'm a guy. I can take the pain."

"Han." Adrian squeezed his butt cheeks. "It's not that I'm bragging, but I'm seven. Or maybe even eight? I might hurt you."

Johan flushed. "I'm baffled you had the time to measure your dick."

"You never measured yours?" He grabbed their erection together and rubbed, the same as what Johan did in the living room. "You're probably around six."

"Does it matter? It's not like I'm gonna top."

"I'm relieved you're not considering switching." Adrian tried inserting his finger again.

"Topping doesn't really get me off. I don't know why... Shit! You're so stubborn." Johan unlatched his arms around his neck and stood. "I'm taking a quick shower. It's bothering me."

Adrian snorted a laugh. "Shower, or you're taking a dump?"

"Fuck you, Adrian."

The playful kick to his leg had him cackling as he pulled Johan down in a hug. Adrian kissed him as he removed the belt around his wrists. "Be quick."

"Yeah, yeah. Go play with yourself for a while," Johan said as he jumped out of the bed, grabbed something underneath it, and exited the room.

Shaking his head, Adrian adjusted his position in the bed. The absence of his partner didn't bring his arousal down. Anticipation kept him hard, and his dick twitched when Johan re-emerged in the bedroom with a towel around his waist five minutes later.

"What's with the towel? It's not like I haven't seen it all."

"Shut up."

Adrian smirked and yanked the towel away. He tried hiding his amused smile at the two brown leather belts around Johan's thighs. It matched the color of his hair.

"Stop laughing, fucker."

He didn't stop. But he hooked a finger to one of the belts and pulled Johan to his lap. Even without asking, Adrian tied back his own belt to the waiting wrists, and he patted himself at the back for learning fast. Now, if he could only put a collar, then the costume's complete.

"Happy now?"

"I'll be happier if you'd stop talking and kiss me already," Johan said and hovered to his face.

Adrian gladly obliged. He kissed him with as much vigor as earlier, minus all the destructive thoughts. He heard no protest when he used his stubborn fingers to enter him. Three fingers were inserted in one thrust. "Did you finger yourself in the bath—OW!"

Johan had pulled the hair on his nape. "Stop saying embarrassing things!" he whined. It turned into a moan, however, when he curled his fingers inside. A darker shade of carmine bloomed across his face.

Adrian laughed against his collarbone. He suckled on the flesh, traveled down, and caught the hardened nub with his teeth. When he swirled his tongue, Johan tightened around his fingers. And the pleasured hiss sent him into overdrive.

Playtime was over. He wanted it in!

Adrian grabbed the condom, but Johan snatched it from his hand.

"L-let me," he said and tore the packaging with his teeth. Shifting to the bed, he grabbed Adrian's length with his cuffed hands.

He grinned like a maniac at the sight. And the mischievous glint in Johan's eyes told him he has another thing in mind. When he lowered his parted lips, his cock pulsed. Adrian groaned at the warmth that engulfed him.

Breath caught in his lungs, Adrian stared as Johan lowered. And lowered. And fuck! He felt himself slid past his throat. Adrian arched his back when his nose dug to his pubes, slamming his skull to the headboard.

Johan gagged when he laughed and immediately pulled away, coughing. "You... you keep ruining... the moment," he said between coughs and laughter.

"Fuck. I'm... Haha... I'm sorry, Han." His apology seemed insincere, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"Whatever." Johan shook his head, smiling as he finally slid the flimsy rubber to his shaft.

Pushing himself up, Adrian grabbed Johan's legs and pulled him to their previous position. It has become his favorite. "Come here."

Johan kneeled between his hips, tied hands settling back to his nape. He smiled as Adrian leaned in for a kiss and guided his hips down. The moan he released was a lovely one.

Adrian sheathed himself to the heat that bound them as one. And he couldn't ask for more.