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"God damn it!" Alex slammed his fist on the side of his house, a choice he would quickly come to regret, as now his hand stung. The fuse box was broken again, despite his many attempts to self repair.
Later that evening, Alex sat in the kitchen, the only room that was getting electricity at this point. After the divorce, his budget was slim, and the thought of shelling out money for an electrician made him physically recoil. He was almost regretting his choice to take the house from his ex husband. After the alimony, restraining order, and legal fees, maintaining a house was a financial nightmare. He sighed, drumming his fingers over the keyboard, not actually typing. He gave up his brief search, instead choosing to scroll through facebook. Apparently, the devil worked hard, but the FBI Agent collecting Alex's personal data worked harder, because the first thing at the top of his feed was an ad for an electrician. Expensive, time consuming, looked like someone who would hate-crime him. No Thanks. He clicked past it, liking some photos and statuses. But soon enough, another ad caught his eye.
John Laurens, All-Purpose Home Repairs
Electric, Lights, Plumbing, Repairs
click link below for more information
The low price and flexible hours definitely had Alex interested. He explored the website for a bit. It appeared to be a one-man operation, apparently one that didn't get much business.
He reached for his phone without a second thought.
***
The next Monday, Alex took the morning off to oversee the electrician. For a number of reasons, Alex didn't much like meeting new people. He tapped his foot impatiently, unreasonably irritated that the guy didn't immediately show at the scheduled time. But he only had to wait two minutes before a nondescript grey van pulled up behind his car.
He opened the door to a Hispanic man in his mid-twenties, only a bit younger than Alex, with shoulder length hair neatly pulled back under a blue baseball cap, and warm hazel eyes. "John Laurens, nice to meet you."
Alex couldn't help but return the smile and handshake. "You too, uh, I'm Alexander. Hamilton. Uh, call me Alex." Damn, this guy was cute.
Stop it.
"Alright, so, show me around to the back?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course." Alex led John through the house.
John gestured to the flag on the wall. "Nevis, huh?"
"Yeah, I lived there until I was thirteen." Alex shrugged. "You?"
"Oh, my family's from Puerto Rico, but I grew up in South Carolina." John beamed at him. Ah, so that explained the slight southern accent.
"You're from the carribean too?" Alex almost automatically felt a bit safer.
"Well, I've only been down to PR a few times myself, but yeah, I guess so." John followed Alex to the backyard, to the fusebox. "So, what seems to be the problem?"
"Ah, well," Alex unlocked the fusebox, and gestured to the many busted wires. "I tried to repair it myself a few times, but..."
John tutted. "Big mistake. If only you'd found me sooner."
"Yeah, money's tight." Alex shrugged.
"I get that." John knelt, opened his toolbox, and began fiddling with the various wires and switches. "Is it just you here?"
Alex shrugged ruefully. "I'm a recent divorcee, no kids or anything. Circumstances left me with the house."
"I'm guessing things went down easy then?"
The words came out before Alex could stop himself. "The opposite, actually. I came out and... my ex, he wasn't great about it?"
John paused his work, looking up. "Came out...?"
Well, there was no backing out now. "I'm trans, a trans man. I was living as a woman, and I was ready for him to leave me but, he got kind of... you know."
"I do, actually." John nodded solemnly. "It's rough."
"You do?"
John refocused on the fuse box. "It wasn't a marriage, or anything close, but I was with this guy a few times, we were kissing, y'know, getting pretty into it, and I had it in the back of my mind that I should let him know about what I had... down there, but before I got the chance, he started, well, he started touching me and," John blew out a puff of air. He seemed to be talking more to himself. Meanwhile, Alex was trying to listen, not picture John getting hot and heavy with some guy. "He put two and two together. Let's just say, I'm glad I never gave him my home address."
"So you are too?"
"Hm?" John tucked a few loose curls under his cap. "Trans? Oh, yeah."
A comfortable pause followed that, before Alex realized the nature of the conversation.
"Sorry," He started again. "I don't want to distract you or anything... D'you want something to drink? I have diet coke, or sprite, if you're not a diet soda person, which, I understand because that shit is mostly chemicals-"
"Diet Coke sounds great, thank you." John smiled gratefully. Alex hurried to fetch the sodas.
John took a break from fixing the fuse box, happily accepting the Diet Coke can and taking a long swig. "I don't know why I told you all that," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Sorry if it was too much."
"Pfft, don't worry about it." Alex waved his hand dismissively. "If anything, I should apologize for the unsolicited account of my marital demise."
"Oh, it's fine."
"John?"
"It's cool that you're a trans, gay electrician and all. Can't be easy."
"You're right, it's not," John chuckled. "What do you do?"
"I'm a novelist. YA fantasy."
"Wow." John crumpled his empty can. "Impressive."
"Doesn't pay much, but it's what I love to do."
Another long pause.
"Well," John placed his hands on his knees, and stood. "I'd better get going. I'll come check on it in a few days. Let me know what's a good time?"
"Sure, of course, I'll venmo you."
"Thanks." John picked up his toolbox, then set it back down, turning to face Alex and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. He looked over Alex for a moment. "And if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to give me a call."
I need you to bend me over and-
Alex cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Thanks, John," He tried to shut off his dirty mind and led John to the front door. "Bye."
"Bye."
***
As promised, John returned a few days later, same hat, same jeans, different shirt. Not that Alex was paying attention to his clothes... or thinking about what was underneath them. While John double checked, tuned up a few things, he kept chatting with Alex. Alex learned that John had gotten his BFA in visual art and design a few years ago, and actually did commission work when he wasn't doing repairs. He learned all about John's parents, his siblings, his childhood in South Carolina. John ended up staying long after the fuse box was fixed, sitting and chatting on the back porch table.
But evening came soon, and John finally stood. "I'd better get going. I've got pet frogs to feed, an apartment to clean. But it was nice chatting with you."
"You have pet frogs?" Alex stood too, beaming. "That's adorable! I'd get a pet too, but I don't trust myself to keep anything but a cat and a houseplant alive."
"Yeah, Bonnie and Clyde, you should come see them sometime."
"Okay, well, yeah, that means I won't have to break something in my house as an excuse to see you," Alex joked. "In all seriousness," He sighed. "Most of my friends were through my ex, which means they're just as transphobic as he is, so I've been kind of a hermit for almost a year now."
"I get it," John kindly patted Alex's shoulder. "And I'm happy to talk any time. I'm a bit of a loner myself."
Only then did Alex notice how close their faces were. He couldn't think of anything to say, could only trace the shape of John's full mouth with his eyes. Neither of them spoke. Alex leaned forward just a little-
John cleared his throat. "I better go." He said. He gave Alex another clap on the shoulder. "Later, man."
"Yeah, tell me when's a good time to visit Bonnie and Clyde."
***
A week later, Alex's sink was sputtering water everywhere.
Stupid crappy fucking house.
He sighed, reaching out to dial John's number.
"Alex? Hey," Maybe it was his imagination, but John sounded happy to see him. "What's goin' on?"
"Well, my stupid sink broke," Alex sighed, although his frustration wasn't confined to the stupid sink or his stupid ex's house. He took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm in a mood."
John laughed, but not unkindly. "Is it safe to assume you didn't break it on purpose as an excuse to see me?"
Alex couldn't help but smile at that. "Nah, if I were to break it on purpose, I wouldn't get dirty dish water all over my shirt in the process. I like to think I'm smarter than that."
"I think you are. Anyway, I'm free now, if that works for you."
"Anytime is fine, I work from home."
"Great, I'll be over there in twenty." John hung up without another word.
"Good," Alex mumbled to no one.
Exactly nineteen minutes after he set down the phone, the doorbell rang. For about the third time, he noticed that John smelled like fabric softener. Alex hugged him without thinking. Fortunately, John took it well, offering a gentle squeeze. To Alex's surprise, he didn't pull away for a while. It was nice.
"Sorry," Alex muttered, looking down at his feet. "I really needed a hug."
"Hey, don't worry, I'm totally a free hugs guy." John beamed at him, and Alex felt his heart jump at that stupid perfect smile. He managed to return it though, leading John inside. "So, the sink?"
"I don't think it's much, just a busted pipe that I can't fix." Alex shrugged. "I could've figured it out though."
"No need." John said, his back turned to him. "I've got it."
The pipe only took ten minutes to fix. Alex was both relieved and disappointed, because he really had wanted to see John. He watched the younger man pack his toolbox up.
"So, what're you doing tonight?" He blurted.
John glanced up, startled. "Oh, uh," He scratched the back of his neck. He seemed... bashful? Huh. "Nothing, I guess."
"Okay, well, uh, is now a good time to come visit your frogs? I mean, hang out... uh." Alex winced, realizing that he'd just invited himself over.
John didn't seem bothered though. "Sure. I might order pizza."
"I'm lactose intolerant."
"Oh,"
"But I've got lactaid, so I'll be fine."
John straightened and smiled. "Great, well, it's time for an early dinner now, so would you want to come home with me?"
Alex tried to shake off the innuendo he'd just read into the phrase. "Sure!" Be cool. "I mean, yeah, sure, okay."
One short, awkward car ride later, Alex was settled at the small table in John's third floor apartment, which he found quaint and a hell of a lot more inviting than his own place. "It's nice." He told John.
John shrugged. Again, he seemed oddly shy. "I guess."
There was something in the air between them then, something that superseded any awkwardness or familiarity that might have been.
"Here, uh." John clumsily dug his phone out his pocket. "Let me call for a pizza, then you can meet the frogs." Alex waited patiently while John ordered- "Is just cheese Alright?" -Then followed John to his bedroom. Be cool, Hamilton, you're just in your guy friend's bedroom. Nothing weird.
The bedroom was nice, a homemade looking quilt over a full bed, fuzzy rug covering the shag carpet, a few paintings on the wall. "Are these yours?"
"Yeah," John indicated an oil painting of a baby turtle on a beach, making its way to the shoreline. "That one I did in college. And that one-" On the opposite wall, a picture of a red cardinal on the branch of a pine tree. "That's my most recent."
"They're really good." Not that Alex new the first thing about visual art, but they looked nice, and John's face lit up when he talked about them, so as far as he was concerned, these pieces belonged in the Louvre. "So you do animals?"
"Mostly," John led him to a small table in the far corner. Sure enough, there was a glass tank with two chubby little frogs. "Clyde is the one with the kind of ochre spot on his back, Bonnie's the one with the funny leg."
"Cute," Alex squinted, trying to make out the differences. He watched Bonnie and Clyde paddle around their tanks for a bit, only to look up and see that John was watching him. But John didn't look away when he was caught staring, so they held eye contact for a period that should have been awkward, but somehow wasn't.
The silence was broken by the doorbell. John straightened and cleared his throat. "Pizza's here."
"Uh, yeah, yeah." Alex followed him to the kitchen. He remembered that he hadn't eaten lunch, and the pizza smelled amazing. Thankfully, there was no more silence, and they fell back into comfortable conversation as they ate. John's phone rang midway through, and he held up an apologetic index finger.
"Sorry, I gotta take this. Commissioner." He said, answering the phone and stepping out of the room. Alex nodded through a mouthful of extra cheesy goodness. He was so distracted watching John go that his stupid hand slipped, spattering pizza sauce all over his light green shirt. Nice going, Hamilton.
Alex quietly approached John, who was still mid-phone conversation. "Uh, can I borrow a shirt?" He whispered.
John covered the microphone. "Dresser drawer." He whispered back, giving Alex a thumbs up and returning to the client. Alex made a beeline for John's room, removing the soiled shirt and folding it inside out. He set it on the floor beside the dresser, making a mental note to grab it before he left tonight. John hadn't specified which drawer his shirts were in, and since he kept his boxers, binders, and underwear in the top drawer, pants in the second, Alex opened the third drawer out of habit.
Ropes, handcuffs, a blindfold. Alex's eyes went wide, and he let himself gawk for a moment before quietly shutting the drawer. So, John was into that. Both surprising and unsurprising. He tried the second drawer, opting for a nice, navy blue t-shirt. it was loose on him, but it was soft and smelled like John. Get your mind out of the gutter
He ran smack into John on the way out. John caught him by the shoulders before their heads knocked together. "Woah there," John said, and again, Alex picked up on that southern accent. Damn.
"Sorry," he said, a little breathless.
"Don't worry 'bout it," John didn't lower his hands, instead sliding them from Alex's shoulders to his upper arms. "'S a good color on you."
"Thanks."
"Sure."
"John?"
"Yeah?"
Alex inhaled sharply. "If I said I wanted you to kiss me, would you?"
A smirk crept across John's sunshiny features. "I would."
"Then I do."
When John didn't say or do anything, Alex reached up and grabbed his biceps. "What're you waiting for, then?"
The answer was 'nothing', apparently, because that was all it took for John to kiss him, long and hot and deep, lips moving against Alex's, slipping his tongue into the shorter man's mouth. Alex curled his fists around handfuls of John's t-shirt, taking a deep breath and letting John's tongue rub against his. John's hands dropped from his arms and slid around his waist, rubbing his lower back in slow circles. Alex could feel John's heart pounding through the few layers of fabric between them. He wanted those layers gone. He tugged John's shirt collar, whimpering when John's tongue was out of his mouth, tilting his head back so John could kiss his neck
John gradually backed Alex towards the bed, his mouth hot and eager on Alex's skin. He nipped at the corner of his jaw, just hard enough to leave the faintest of red marks. Alex felt the edge of the bed hit the back of his thighs, and didn't hesitate to hoist himself up, laying back and letting John climb over him. John straddled his thighs, tugging the hem of Alex's shirt and looking at him for confirmation. Alex pursed his lips and nodded eagerly, and John tugged the garment off. He hesitated at Alex's sports bra, and Alex nodded again. "That too." He gasped.
John's hand trailed down Alex's chest, paying no attention to his breasts, which Alex was grateful for, then down his stomach. He pressed firmly between Alex's legs, and Alex moaned, leaning back on the heels of his hands. John maintained eye contact with Alex as he rubbed him slowly, and Alex shuddered, feeling himself grow wetter. John kissed up his neck and collarbone, then nipped at his earlobe. "Can I finger you?"
"Mm, yeah," Alex agreed with a low whine. John kissed his shoulder, and Alex lifted his hips to let John pull his jeans and boxers down. Before he could take them all the way off, Alex reached over to pull of his shirt. John was all too happy to comply, lifting his arms. His frame was as muscular and solid as Alex had suspected, and he enviously noted the top surgery scars across his pecs. He places his hands on John's chest. "Lucky." He murmured.
"It'll be you someday too." John said lightly. He pushed Alex on his back, planting another kiss on his arm. "Just be glad you have a small chest. It'll be easier for you."
"Oh, yeah." John absently mouthed at Alex's collarbone. "I had like, D-cups, and back in the day, I was kinda heavy. And y'know, they're gatekeep-y about that. So, thank your lucky stars for skinny, small titty privilege."
Alex chuckled. "Huh."
John sat up for a moment. "No, real talk." He said, suddenly lost in thought. "I know some fat trans people who're still trying to get surgery, and they have to go through all this bureaucratic bullshit just for a consultation."
Getting impatient, Alex tapped his chest. "John," he panted. "I agree, that's messed up, and I admire your passion, but like, I'm horny as fuck, and you owe me a handjob, so.."
"Yeah, yeah, that I do," John gave a dopey, apologetic smile, and dipped his hand between Alex's legs. He was gentle as he prodded Alex's entrance, then slid his index finger in, but Alex still tensed, gripping John's shoulders and wincing. "Okay?"
"Yeah." Alex gasped. "It's just been forever since I let someone do that. But keep going, please." He moaned and tilted his head back as John curled his finger in and out, eventually adding another.
"Deep breaths." John reminded him. Alex huffed, digging his heels into the mattress as John sped up. He felt the man move closer to him, and the heat of his skin brought Alex closer.
Then, John's tongue was on his clit, circling it deftly. Alex's legs shot up in the air, then were quickly draped over John's shoulders, trembling as John licked and sucked at the sensitive nub. "Fuck!" He cried. He had never felt anything like this in his life. John's free hand clamped down on his thigh, squeezing it in time with his fingers and flicks of his tongue. "John, John, I'm close!"
John hummed in acknowledgement, and went even faster. Alex moaned out his name, squeezing John's head with his thighs and shuddering as he came. John sat up, wiping his fingers on his pant leg and his chin with the back of his hand. He looked over at Alex. "Was that-?"
"It was great," Alex assured him, and he meant it. "No one's made me feel that way in years, man."
John grinned. "Happy to help."
Ignoring the mess around him, Alex sat up enough to trap John's lips in a kiss, to which John moaned and took Alex's face in both hands. "Let me return the favor?"
John's legs parted automatically at the offer. "Whatever you want." He said. Alex took the liberty of kissing John's abs, all the way down to his waistband. He maintained eye contact as he pulled John's boxers down, lightly stroking him, feeling how wet he was already. John watched, enraptured, as Alex settled between his legs and pressed his tongue flat against him, dragging it up. "Fuck!"
Alex wasn't familiar with this, so his main focus was disguising the fact that he had no fucking clue what he was doing, and making John feel good. It seemed to be working, the way he gripped John's thighs, licked ardently up his folds, occasionally being so bold as to slip the tip of his tongue inside him, sucking his clit as John had done for him. From the way John was fisting handfuls of his hair and moaning and letting out a breathless string of yes, Alex and oh my god and that's right, baby boy, Alex felt pretty confident he was doing right.
"Alright, I'm coming," John panted and groaned. "I'm- fuck, that's it, there it is-hah!" Alex felt strong thighs press into his head, felt John coming on his face and oh, that was nice.
Alex sat up, wiping his mouth and leaning against John again. "I'm glad we did that."
"Agreed." John casually draped a strong arm over his shoulders. "And we should do it again soon."
"Definitely."
***
Not a week later, Alex was back at John's apartment. They'd agreed that John's place was more ideal, since Alex still didn't feel ready to have sex in his stupid ex's house. And Alex liked the place a lot, even if that was only because John was in it. They sat on John's loveseat, just talking for a while. This time, it was Alex who initiated a kiss. John eagerly responded, tangling his hands in Alex's hair and tugging his hair tie off. They were messy, all lips and teeth and tongue, and Alex clambered on to John's lap. John twisted to lie on his back. It wasn't too easy to do with so little room, but John managed to adjust them so their crotches were aligned. He held Alex's hips and ground up into him, and Alex moaned quietly into his mouth, eagerly grinding back.
He pulled away just enough to speak. "Uh, John?"
"Yeah?" John propped himself up on his elbows. Alex's eyes instantly went to his swollen lips.
"So, I think it's alright to say this, since we've already had sex, but, uh, yesterday when I was looking for a t-shirt, I found your, uh... I found your ropes and stuff."
"Would you be into that?" John asked, sounding almost hopeful.
"Yes," Alex said, overlapping with John's questions. "But only if you use the strap too."
John licked his lips and smiled. "Which one? 'Cause I really think the vibrating one would-"
Alex rolled his eyes, but he was smiling too.
John sat up, keeping Alex on his lap. "Before we get into any of that, I gotta ask..."
"Safewords? We can just use the stoplight system."
"Yeah, that's perfect, but I was going to tell you that I also do degradation and, y'know, some pretty rough shit." John scratched the back of his neck bashfully.
"Would you like, slap me?"
Instead of answering, John brought a hand down on his thigh, just loud enough to make a soft Thwack!. Alex sighed shakily, becoming even wetter if that were possible. He buried his face in John's neck, feeling the vibration in John's chest as he spoke. "You like that?" Alex hummed in agreement. "Well, you oughta know that I can go a lot harder than that. Think you can handle it?"
Alex cleared his throat before it could become embarrassingly whiny. "Green," He confirmed. John stood, taking Alex's wrist and leading him to the bedroom. Alex inhaled sharply, his skin prickled with desire and anticipation. He hadn't had rough sex since college, or any sex since his transition, and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed the aching thrill of it all.
"Take of your clothes." John commanded. All but a trace of the sweetness was gone from his voice, now deepened to a low rumble. His southern accent was stronger than ever. Alex shivered and nodded, not missing the way John watched him as he undressed. "So, you're gonna behave yourself, huh?"
The smirk on John's face sparked defiance in Alex. "If I feel like it, which, I'm not sure I do." He crossed his arms over his bare chest and stood up straight, mirroring the smirk.
John raised a hand, and Alex gave a permissive tilt of his head before John slapped his cheek. Alex's knees buckled, and John steadied him by cupping his crotch. A whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it. "We'll see about that," John purred, planting a gentle kiss on Alex's throat. "Get on the bed so I can tie you up and keep you from bein' naughty, huh?"
Alex shrugged. "Don't feel like it." He smiled, but when John hesitated, he quickly added, "Green."
John grabbed his arm with one hand, the back of his neck with the other, steering him towards the bed. "I didn't ask if you felt like it, slut." He ran a thumb over Alex's nipple, watching Alex squirm and whine. "Besides, we both know you like it. Filthy boy."
Alex watched and waited with bated breath as John retrieved the ropes and strap on. He bound Alex's wrists together over his head. He slipped a hand between Alex's legs, feeling the wetness, then slipping a finger inside. Alex moaned and arched his hips up, and John retracted his hand before landing a swat on his thigh. "Turn over." He ordered.
Alex's legs jerked once. "John, my wrists are tied, I need y-"
John slapped his thigh again. "Don't speak unless I ask you a question." He cupped one of Alex's breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. Alex moaned unabashedly. "Toys don't get to speak out of turn, understood?"
"Yes, John, I understand." Alex huffed impatiently.
John patted his thigh approvingly. "Now, be a good boy and turn over." This time, Alex didn't dare disobey. With some difficulty, he turned on his stomach, taking a moment to settle.
The first spank came without a warning, and it wasn't gentle or cautious. Alex's ass stung from the impact, and he cried out. John hit him again, then again, in rapid succession. Alex couldn't see it, but he was sure the skin on his ass was burning red.
"Yellow," he croaked. John went still, resting his palm on Alex's ass, waiting for Alex to go on. "Just.. can we just move on from that?"
John grabbed his hair and tugged him onto his back again. "You want me to tie you down?"
Alex gulped and nodded. He surreptitiously rubbed his thighs together to create friction, but it was no use. That endeavor was cut short when his legs were pulled apart, each ankle secured to a bedpost. His wrist bindings were removed, and his arms were suspended in a similar manner. John's knots were secure, and Alex writhed against the restraints, totally helpless.
"And then?" John stroked Alex's cheek tenderly, only to bring down his other hand for a sharp slap. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Still recovering from the slap, Alex moaned softly. "I want you to fuck me," John crossed his arms expectantly. "I want you to use the vibrating strap on."
"Ask nicely, and I'll think about it." John straightened up and nonchalantly removed his own clothes, and Alex craned his neck for a good view. John noticed him looking, and Alex was rewarded with another slap. "Use your manners,"
"Fuck off, we both know you want it as much as I do." Alex shot back. John pressed down on his clit and he gasped and arched his back. John circled his index finger, not enough to get Alex off, but enough to make him squirm.
"You want to talk to me like that?" John's voice was dangerously low, almost a purr. "'Cause I'm more than happy to leave you here, drippin' and whinin' like a little bitch. You wouldn't even be able to touch yourself with your hands tied. You want to shoot off at the mouth? Fine by me, I'll stand back and watch you try and hump a pillow all day."
"No," Alex half sobbed. "No, John, please, I want you, I'll do anything-"
John leaned down to kiss his neck. "That's more like it." He said, kissing down to Alex's collarbone. "Now, be a good slut and beg for it, and I might reconsider."
"John, please, please fuck me, I'm sorry for misbehaving. Please, I'm so wet, I'm so wet for you! God, fuck, please!"
"Pathetic, how quick you change your tune when you might get a dick in you." John spat. Alex keened, watching him with wide eyes. "Lucky for you, I need to get off, and I might as well use your slutty hole to do the job." The words had Alex clenching his walls around nothing. John took the strap, stepped into it, and switched it on, shuddering at the vibration, the strap curved up to offer stimulation to his clit. "And I'm not prepping you, 'cause I know a whore like you can take it." He grabbed some lube from the top drawer, switching the strap back off, slicking it with lube, and sliding into Alex in one swift motion.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. He'd never had a strap in him before, and clearly, he'd been missing out. It got even better when John turned on the vibration. Alex tossed his head back as best he could. "Fuck, faster."
"That good for you?" John asked. He propped himself on his elbows and grunted as he steadily thrust into Alex. "Answer me, bitch."
The impact made it difficult for Alex to string a sentence together, but he managed. "Yes, it's so good, please don't stop!"
John smacked the side of Alex's thigh, definitely hard enough to leave a bruise. He thrust into Alex roughly, sucking marks into his neck, squeezing his ass, slapping him. Alex keened and moaned, knowing he'd be flailing his arms if he wasn't immobilized by the ropes. John exhaled sharply and moaned as the other end of the strap was jostled inside of him. "You're getting close, huh? I bet you get off on this so much. You should be ashamed, but you're not. You like being treated like a fucking toy." He grabbed Alex's hair and yanked his head back harshly, peppering his neck with kisses and bite marks. "You don't want to be treated good, because you know you don't deserve it, do you?"
That was more intense than any dirty talk Alex had ever received, and it turned him on more than he ever expected. Hoping to encourage more, he released a howling moan. "I don't, I don't deserve it."
"Hmm," John rumbled. "You'd do anything to get yourself off, huh? Desperate slut. If I didn't tie you up, you'd be all over me, trying to hump my leg, get me to touch you. You're nothing but a greedy cockslut, aren't you?"
"I am!" Alex cried out. His wrists and ankles were burning from how hard he pulled the ropes. "John, John, I'm gonna come."
"Good, finish yourself off," In a surprisingly graceful motion, he reached over and freed one of Alex's hands. "That's right," He said approvingly as Alex frantically rubbed his clit. "Touch yourself, like that, dirty fucking whore. Good."
"Please," Alex hiccuped, tears pricking his eyes as his legs began to shake.
"Say it," John commanded, but he too was close, and struggled to keep his voice steady. "Say you're a dirty whore, say you're my dirty whore."
"God," Alex's voice cracked. "I'm yours, John, I'm your dirty whore, fuck!" John pressed his hips down on the strap to stimulate his clit, causing the other end to tilt up inside Alex and press right to his g spot. John made quick, jerking motions to get himself closer, finishing with a deep groan just as Alex moaned out and came from his own touch.
John was quick to turn the strap off, pulling out of Alex and letting it drop to the floor. "Fuck," He croaked, kissing Alex's sternum.
Alex laughed breathlessly, letting John untie him and falling limp on the bed. John lay beside him, massaging his sore thighs and ass, smoothing back his sweaty hair. "I was not expecting to get railed by my electrician, but I don't regret it."
"Hey!" John shot back in mock annoyance. "That's all-purpose, multi-disciplinary repairman and part-time artist to you." Alex rolled his eyes and threw his arms around John's middle. But John wasn't done. "And in case you weren't paying attention for the last thirty minutes, I did way more than just rail you."
Alex swatted his shoulder. "You're impossible." He complained.
"I'm sorry, who was it who was getting his rocks off to me calling him a slut?" John rolled over Alex, kissing the corner of his mouth. He was still teasing, but there was a look in his eye.
"I have no idea," Alex leaned up for a kiss, then made an indignant noise when John moved away and smirked. He slid both hands through John's hair and managed to pull him back down into a deep kiss. "Maybe you should remind me the next time you're free."
"Maybe I should."