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They’ve been going at this for hours.
Okay, maybe it hasn’t actually been hours. Stan isn’t really sure how long it’s been, but he knows it certainly feels like he’s been tied up for days.
Stan also isn’t sure what brought this on in the first place. He came home and Kyle seemed perfectly fine, but that changed when Stan went to take a shower after dinner. He came out in just his towel and Kyle was waiting for him on the bed with a glint in his eyes that made Stan both nervous and excited.
Then, Kyle told him to lay down. Stan listened.
Kyle had tricked him with the sweetest, deepest makeout session of his life that had him so distracted he didn’t notice his wrists being tied up. After he was bound, Kyle started pressing kisses all along his body, sweetly and slowly. Stan tried to ask questions, but Kyle shushed him and kept teasing him with gentle touches. The buildup had been slow, but it still got incredibly intense.
By now, his wrists are aching, but that’s nothing compared to the way the rest of his body burns with desire.
Kyle is perched between his legs with a wicked grin on his face. He’s got one hand wrapped around Stan’s cock, his long, slim fingers stroking him from the tip to the base and back again, over and over. He’s picked a slow, languid pace that’s driving Stan up the fucking wall.
There’s enough lube so that Kyle’s hand moves easily. When he reaches the tip, sometimes he’ll rub his thumb over the tip and press down slightly right on the slit. It makes Stan’s hips jump each time.
But Kyle won’t go faster. Stan asked, and all Kyle did was laugh at him. It was humiliating and made his dick harder, which didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. Stan’s trying to find peace with it now, even though the slow building of arousal is intense and almost so overwhelming that he wants to squirm away.
“You really want me to go faster, huh?” Kyle says suddenly.
Stan shivers at the mere thought of it. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, so he won’t start begging as soon as he opens his mouth.
“That would be… preferable,” Stan says stiffly. It feels out of place, like he’s talking about a business arrangement and not Kyle touching his dick.
“Hmm… I guess you’ve been good,” Kyle agrees. It feels too easy, but Stan has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
All of a sudden, Kyle speeds up. Stan can’t help the moan that’s ripped from his chest. His thighs twitch and he digs his feet into the sheets, but he fights the urge to thrust his hips up into Kyle’s hand.
Kyle had given him just two rules, after all. Keep as still as possible and don’t cum without permission.
That second one feels like it’s going to be hard, though. Now that Kyle is flicking his wrist in earnest, there’s this wet, lewd sound filling up the room. It’s so hot and Stan is a mess from all the buildup that he feels like his orgasm is hurtling at him at light speed.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Wait, wait, Kyle, ‘m close, oh my God.”
Kyle doesn’t wait. Instead, he goes faster. Stan panics because he hasn’t been given permission and he keeps getting closer and closer to the edge. He’s going to be bad, he’s going to break both rules he’s been given because it already feels like an intense one. He’ll squirm and thrash through it and Kyle will be so disappointed and he’s going to be in so much trouble-
And then, right when Stan thinks he can’t hold back anymore, Kyle stops. He keeps his hand wrapped around the base, but it’s not enough.
“Wha- no! I was, hngh, so close,” Stan whimpers. His thighs tremble and threaten to snap shut, but Kyle is there, keeping him open and vulnerable.
“That’s the point,” Kyle says, and that sweetness to his voice from earlier is gone. Now, he sounds mean, and Stan hates it and loves it and oh God, he wants Kyle’s hand to move.
“Fuck you,” Stan whines.
“I’m sure you wish you could,” Kyle agrees. Then, he lets out a little sigh as he traces his hand up Stan’s stomach. The muscles twitch under his touch, but he pays no mind to how Stan is trembling underneath him. “Now that I’ve got your attention, though… This is how it’s going to go tonight. I’m going to keep doing this,” he pauses and squeezes the base of Stan’s dick for emphasis, “Until I get bored. You can beg and cry and scream all you want, but you aren’t going to cum until I’m done having fun. Got it?”
Kyle is going to kill him… But it sounds like an excellent way to go out, so Stan nods.
Immediately, Kyle wraps his hand around Stan’s cock again. He doesn’t go slow this time, picking up right where he’d left off. Stan is almost caught off guard by how close he still is, but that’s the point, isn’t it?
“Oh, god,” Stan breathes out. He flexes his fingers and wishes he could at least grip the bed sheets, but no. He’s all laid out for Kyle, pliant and willing.
When Kyle starts using both hands, one to stroke his dick and the other to gently massage his balls, Stan starts struggling. He can’t help it. His hips twitch up at first, desperate for more, and then he tries to get away from the onslaught of pleasure. Kyle lets him be bad for a moment, then smacks his thigh just hard enough for it to sting.
“Be still,” Kyle warns. Stan whimpers again and forces himself still, only for the pleasure to start ramping up. He can feel electric-like sparks from his fingers to his toes and all he can do is squeeze his eyes shut. Handjobs usually don’t feel this intense for him, honestly. He doesn’t know what it is about this that makes it so… much. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s completely at Kyle’s mercy?
Despite what people might think, Stan loves it when Kyle takes charge. He gets so confident, and Kyle being full of himself is still Stan’s biggest turn on.
“C-Close,” he warns. Kyle rubs his thumb over the vein on the underside of Stan’s cock one last time before pulling both hands away, a pleased smirk on his face.
Stan knew it was coming, but the loss of pleasure still rips through him almost painfully. His back arches and he fights the restraints for a moment, desperate to reach down and finish himself off.
“Such a naughty boy, fighting it so much,” Kyle coos.
“‘m trying!” Stan defends himself, but Kyle is not moved.
Before he fully falls off of that blissful cloud nine, Kyle starts again. This time, he grabs him by the base and just strokes the sensitive tip. It has Stan crying out in seconds, his cock throbbing and straining. Each tiny movement makes him tremble with need. By now, he’s so sensitive that he’s pretty sure he could really cum from having the tip of his dick toyed with. But Kyle only keeps it up for a few moments, then squeezes the base firmly as he reaches up to pinch at one of Stan’s nipples.
“If you give me three more,” Kyle says while Stan pants heavily. “I’ll give you your favorite reward.”
Stan doesn’t get a chance to ask what that is before it starts again. This time, Kyle adds extra lube and goes slow, only going about halfway down each time before stroking back up towards the tip. Stan had barely had a pause there, so immediately it’s overwhelming. His legs jerk as he finds himself dangerously near the edge way too quickly, but Kyle doesn’t let him go over.
Instead, Kyle reaches up to play with both of his nipples now. It catches Stan off guard enough that he’s moaning from that alone. Normally his chest isn’t this sensitive… But Stan figures that when he’s this worked up anything could feel good.
One hand slides down Stan’s chest. Stan still isn’t sure where Kyle got this idea. Probably Kenny? He’s going to have to thank that little pervert once he’s able to think properly again.
Kyle’s hand loosely wraps around it. The tip is nearly purple, but that isn’t enough. It’s so sensitive now that even the faint touch of Kyle’s hand around Stan’s dick has him squirming again.
“Please,” Stan finally says.
“Please what, Stan?” Kyle asks in return.
“I need- more, please, I can’t-” Stan begs. He watches the way Kyle’s lips pull up into an evil grin and he knows he’s not going to get what he asked for, not really.
Still, he moans in relief when Kyle starts again. He keeps his grip loose and strokes Stan slowly, but it’s enough. Stan is so sensitive that he doesn’t need much stimulation. It feels like his brain is starting to melt by now, but he doesn’t fight it. He’s finally reached a sort of peace with this, letting himself submit to the whims of his evil, sadistic boyfriend.
At least, that’s what he thinks until he hears something go ‘click’ followed immediately by the sound of vibration. Stan’s eyes fly open in a panic and he tries to squirm up so he can see what the hell’s making the noise, but Kyle presses a hand firmly on his chest to keep him down. Without any further warning, a bullet vibrator presses against his cock and Stan screams.
“Ohmygod, fuck, Kyle, no, I’m gonna- haah!” Stan begs, but none of it is coherent. His mind goes entirely blank as the vibrations wrack through his entire body. He’s so close, he’s going to cum, but it’s too intense and it’s going to break him. He can’t catch his breath. He thrashes underneath Kyle, even though he knows he’s not getting away. He just needs a second- he’s going to cum he’s going to cum he’s going to-
And then, again, it’s pulled away from him. It’s devastating. He feels his eyes burn with tears and he pulls on his restraints so hard it makes the headboard groan a little. Even worse, Kyle laughs at him.
“Come on, big boy,” Kyle coos condescendingly. Each word makes Stan’s dick throb. “Just one more time. I promise it’ll be worth it. Can you do it for me?”
Stan nods so quickly it makes his head spin a little. Or maybe he’s just out of it? He feels like he’s floating. Everything looks hazy except for Kyle, who sits above him in perfect clarity, like a beautiful and cruel god.
The vibrations start again. Stan squeezes his eyes shut and tries to brace himself, but it’s useless. His throat feels raw as he moans again. Kyle holds his cock with one hand and presses the vibe to the tip, where it’s most sensitive. It’s devastating.
He feels like he’s going to break into hysterics in a second. His mind races yet again; he can’t do it, he can’t hold back, it’s too much. But Kyle knows him better than anyone else, so he trusts that his boyfriend will make him be good. At this point, the sensations have gone from pleasure to boiling hot intensity all centered at his dick.
He feels himself reach the edge again. His cock twitches heavily and drips precum, but Kyle pulls away before he can tip over. He expects it, but he still curls in on himself, drawing his legs up and arching pathetically.
“Stan,” Kyle’s commanding voice cuts through the violent ocean of sensation. His boyfriend grabs his jaw and Stan cracks his eyes open. He knows he’s crying openly, but he feels no shame. Not when Kyle is looking at him like that, like he’s been good even though Stan knows he hasn’t been, “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
Stan can’t do anything but whimper, but apparently that’s enough. Kyle moves, and for a second he panics because he thinks his boyfriend is pulling away. Instead, Kyle shifts further up the bed over Stan, then grabs his cock and holds it steady before-
Kyle sinks down on his dick in one fluid motion and Stan is fairly certain he sees heaven for a moment. It’s so warm inside. His hands were amazing, but nothing compares to the way Kyle twitches and clenches around him.
“Fuck,” the redhead huffs. “You’re, ah… Twitching. A lot. Sensitive, huh?”
“Kyle,” Stan gasps out. It’s the only reply he can manage.
Kyle rests his hands on Stan’s chest for leverage, then lifts his hips an inch or two before sinking back down. He’s always been good at this, it’s his favorite position. Stan has never been more thankful for Kyle’s powerful thighs.
His boyfriend rides him quick and hard. It’s messy and loud, but any noises are almost muffled by Stan’s desperate whining. He sobs as Kyle forces him to the edge again. This time, though, it doesn’t stop. Stan watches as his boyfriend starts furiously stroking himself. It makes Kyle’s hole tighten up involuntarily. Combined with the sweet moans his boyfriend lets out, Stan is a goner.
His orgasm hits him so hard that his vision goes dark and his ears start ringing. It rips through his stomach, up his spine, tingles out to his fingers and toes and doesn’t stop. It hits him in waves, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum over and over until his stomach and chest are coated. When the worst of it is over, he’s shaking underneath his boyfriend.
Honestly, he was so lost in it he didn’t even realize it when Kyle came, too. It only dawns on him when he’s able to open his eyes again and is met with the redhead panting above him.
“Mm… There he is,” Kyle says. He sounds much more gentle now. Stan needs it. He needs his wrists untied, too, but he’s still so wrecked he can’t figure out how to form words.
Thankfully, Kyle is very smart. He starts to undo the bindings and gently rubs Stan’s wrists and then his shoulders. The touch is very appreciated, but Stan needs a little more. He cups Kyle’s face with a shaky hand and whines again when his boyfriend takes the hint and leans down to kiss him.
“You did good, Stan. Can I get something to clean you up or do you need me to stay here?” Kyle asks.
“Mmnh… Clean,” Stan manages. He wants nothing more than to fall asleep curled up in his boyfriend’s arms, but the sticky feeling of his and Kyle’s cum on his skin is quickly growing unpleasant. It’s still disappointing when Kyle leaves, but it’s not for long.
The feeling of something warm and wet on his tummy is oddly pleasant. Stan’s eyes fall shut again and he basks in the floaty feeling still there.
“Can I get you to drink some water?” Kyle tries.
Stan answers that question by frowning and turning onto his side. He hears Kyle sigh, but his boyfriend seems to decide it’s not worth fighting with him and just crawls into bed beside him. Stan immediately presses his face into Kyle’s chest and sighs contentedly.
“That was… good,” Stan mumbles. “You’re crazy.”
“Mm, maybe. Wanna do it again sometime?” Kyle asks, petting his hair gently.
“Obviously, dude.”
The last thing Stan hears before he gives in to blissful sleep is the sound of his boyfriend laughing.