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“I told you, I’m not going to touch you yet” Bojan thumbed the little plus sign on the remote, enjoying the instant effect it had on his boyfriend’s body. Jere let out a long, pathetic whine, his back arching off the bed as far as the restraints gave. The finn’s legs kicked against the mattress, the dark leather digging into his ankles.
Bojan pressed the button again, breath escaping Jere’s lips in fast intervals as he struggled against the overwhelming feeling of the increasing vibrations.
“Shit, shit -” the finn sounded magnificently fragile, his voice cracking at the end of each curse. As his lips seemed to stop cooperating with his brain, staying in a perfect little ‘o’-shape, Bojan decided to have some mercy on him.
The effect was instant again, as soon as the vibrations lowered, Jere’s body relaxed against the mattress. His breathing still resembled that after a marathon, the muscles on his thighs still twitching, but the strain against the ties eased up.
“Aw” Bojan knew Jere could hear the smirk in his voice. “Feeling overwhelmed already?” It wasn’t exactly a question that needed an answer, he wasn’t even close to being done with him.
“Maybe” The finn’s breath hitched, the tip of his tongue flicking over his lips.
Liar.
“Oh I think you’re just trying to get off easy” Something flipped in the pit of the slovene’s stomach at the way his boyfriend struggled to argue his statement. “But that’s not how it works tonight”
As a feedback for Jere’s poor attempt, Bojan clicked the little plus button a few times.
Jere looked gorgeous as his body tried to arch off the bed again, the toy inside him buzzing to life again. The cuffs rattled against the bedposts when Jere pulled against them, the desperation in his movements growing with each second. The filthy moans forcing their way out of him were like music to Bojan’s ears, the urge to climb on the bed and fuck the other man senseless himself increasing with every whimper.
But he had promised himself to give it time, and in all fairness, it was a good view. Bojan set the remote on the table next to the chair, slowly pushing his own underwear down to get a little relief. Just enough to quiet the part of his brain that wanted to speed things up and ruin the whole plan.
Breathy pleas cascaded into the mix of wanton sounds, repeats of the slovene’s name covered in desperation and need as Jere writhed against the ties.
“No” Bojan touched himself lazily, his dick twitching against his palm at the way his firm denial of the finn’s requests made him squirm and twist on the bed, his legs hopelessly sawing back and forth against the soft sheets, looking for a leeway the black leather around his ankles would never offer. The steady vibrations of the toy pushing him relentlessly towards another orgasm.
Jere came with a loud moan, his whole body trembling and fighting against itself. Bojan watched as the other man tried to swallow around the whimpers, his nostrils flaring with harsh breaths as he clearly expected for the overwhelming sensations to stop.
They didn’t.
The visuals of the realisation dawning on his boyfriend as the vibrator didn't slow down were absolutely breathtaking. It was exhilarating to see Jere so powerless to do anything to help himself. The useless fighting against the restraints, the way his muscles flexed and moved as he tried to relieve himself from the pleasure that was definitely more on the painful side by now. The light sheen of sweat over his skin, catching the light and accentuating every little curve of his body.
The mess of three orgasms on his stomach sure was a brilliant addition.
Bojan watched him squirm and struggle for a moment longer, slowly counting backwards from twenty in his head, before finally giving in and helping his boyfriend out with the remote.
There were red bite marks on Jere’s lower lip as he slowly settled back against the mattress, his body still trembling, every exhale accompanied by a light sob.
“Why.. why-” Jere didin’t seem to be coherent enough to form a full sentence anymore, a heavy layer of confusion and despair in his voice. Bojan tutted quietly, slowly getting up and walking closer to the bed. He brushed his finger against Jere’s knee, earning a surprised whimper and a violent twitch from the other man.
“I told you” The slovene stroked his finger upwards on Jere’s leg, watching with curiosity as the skin rose on goosebumps after his touch. “If you’re horny enough to dry hump your best friend on camera and post it for thousands of people to see, surely I alone am not enough to satisfy your needs”
His finger stopped to the sensitive spot where Jere’s thigh met his hip, drawing light circles on the skin.
“No, that not -”
“Quiet” Jere still wanted to argue, Bojan could tell. He was still trying to deny or bargain, the slovene just wanted him to beg.
Bojan sat carefully on the edge of the bed, his hand still on Jere’s hip, slowly inching towards his spent cock as he started to increase the speed of the vibrator again. Whatever argument the finn wanted to voice got drowned by a wretched moan, and the last of his coherent thoughts were out of the window when Bojan’s hand reached his crotch.
The slovene teased his boyfriend’s dick for a while, keeping his touches light, just enough to make things even more unbearable for the finn as he slowly increased the setting of the toy. Click by click.
Jere’s moans broke off into sobs again, his hips lifting off the mattress to buck off the uncomfortable touch, the attempt feeble enough to make Bojan chuckle.
“Look at you. Quite pathetic aren’t you” Jere squirmed under his touch, “this would make great material for your little OnlyFans. I’m sure people would be excited to see you come over and over on that- settle down” Bojan’s reverie got disrupted by the way Jere managed to turn his hips just enough to escape the slovene’s touch.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” The younger man mused to himself, grabbing Jere’s hip to push him back against the mattress, ignoring the desperate whine from the other man. The movement seemed to shift the toy, the new angle forcing a plethora of new, delicious sounds from the finn.
“Bojan, please -” Bojan was quite sure the words were followed by the finnish equivalents, colored in by some breathy whimpers. The slovene felt about ready to combust at the way his boyfriend was falling apart.
Did Jere deserve more bullying? Yes.
Did Bojan have the patience for that? Well…
“Please what?” He moved on the bed until he was kneeling between Jere’s spread legs, waiting for the finn to reply. “Jere, I asked you a question” There was still no answer, just hasty little whimpers as Bojan pressed a few kisses on the insides of the older man’s shivering thighs. He crawled forward, keeping his mouth close to Jere’s body, letting his lips brush against the hot skin every now and then.
It wasn’t until Bojan’s breath ghosted over Jere’s cock that the finn managed to get his next words out.
“Is too much” The slovene could hear the tremble in the older man’s voice, knowing the steady buzz of the vibrator was slowly driving him insane.
“I don’t think so,” Bojan pressed a kiss on Jere’s hip. “I think you can take one more”
“I -”
“Or two, if you have that much energy for backtalk. Behave.” Jere seemed to weigh his options, as much as his cloudy mind would let him.
“Or I could leave you with that thing inside you for the whole night. How’s that?” Bojan smiled against the other man's skin. “Maybe I’ll start a live on your OnlyFans. Let everyone see just how pathetic and needy you are” He felt the muscles on Jere’s abdomen tighten, his mouth falling open as a telltale of another orgasm washing over him.
Just to drive his point home and give more weight to his threat, the slovene switched the toy back on it’s highest setting. Just to hear Jere wail and beg mindlessly, his movements getting more and more frantic by the second.
Bojan knew just by the sound the way his boyfriend’s eyes were rolling back into his head right now, even if the pink blindfold covered them from view. His face was a clear picture of pleasure and filth, the last traces of the finn’s inhibitions disappearing as he rode out whatever pleasure he could feel through the overstimulation.
“Fuck” Bojan eased the vibrations of the toy off, level by level, until Jere’s body melted into the mattress. His own cock ached between his legs and as he pulled the toy out, Jere let out a wounded little whimper at the feeling. His body was completely lax against the mattress now, uncontrollable shivers wracking through it in unsteady intervals while he tried to catch his breath.
Beautifully wrecked.
The slovene abandoned the toy on the mattress, alongside the rest of his clothing, and crawled forward until he was laying on top of Jere, able to press a chaste kiss on the corner of the finn’s mouth as he lined his cock up with his hole.
Jere let out a quiet, puzzled hum, his body too spent to do much else than tremble slightly as Bojan started pushing his hips forward.
“Still haven’t got mine, dear” He licked his way past Jere’s lips, the finn’s reciprocation of the kiss uncoordinated and pliant until it turned into teary whimpers as the slovene started fucking into him. The slovene smoothed his hand along Jere’s arm, all the way to the leather cuff and over it until he could intertwine their fingers, Jere’s nails digging into the back of his hand with every thrust.
Desperate, out of breath sounds kept slipping into their kiss from between Jere’s lips, and it didn’t take very long for Bojan to feel the heat building in the pit of his stomach like a wildfire. His thrusts grew less and less considerate of Jere’s spent body as he chased after his own pleasure, shamelessly using the other man to get what he needed.
He came with a long groan, forcing the sound down Jere’s throat as he rutted against the finn in rhythm with the aftershocks. He let his whole weight rest on Jere’s body for a moment burying his face into the finn’s neck to catch his breath.
There was a moment of quiet in the room, only disrupted by their breathing, while Bojan tried to gather himself. The first thing he registered was the way Jee was still trembling under him, his pulse rushing against the slovene’s cheek. The rush of his orgasm was going down, leaving Bojan’s thoughts a bit jumbled, but little by little his brain offered him the next steps to take.
He pushed himself off of Jere’s body, the finn’s breathing catching with a few panicked whimpers as the weight on top of him disappeared. Bojan was quick to hush him, rushing to rest his hand on his boyfriend’s chest before doing anything else.
A safe spot to touch.
“It’s okay, Jere. I’m still here” He brushed his thumb back and forth a few times “I’m going to get the blindfold off, okay?” The movement of Jere’s head as he shook it was nearly small enough to miss, but Bojan found himself hyperfocused.
“No?”
“Hands” He noticed how Jere was biting the inside of his cheek, his hands slowly twisting against the cuffs. The way his breath was hitching was giving away how agitated he was getting.
“Okay, okay. I’ll gets your hands free first”
“Please”
“You’re okay” The black leather left behind red marks, the color in contrast with the otherwise pale skin. Jere’s hands were shaky when he moved them to his face, trembling fingers tracing over the pink satin of the mask.
Still not pulling it off his face.
Bojan gave a gentle stroke on his boyfriend’s forearm, another safe spot, before moving to undo the cuffs around his ankles. Jere made no move to reposition himself on the bed, his hands still holding on to the mask while his breathing picked up, his lower lip quivering as a warning sign of the upcoming tears.
“You want a cuddle?”
After a hasty nod from Jere, Bojan was quick to gather the finn in his arms, ignoring the sticky mess on his stomach and on the bed. Jere was eager to press his face against Bojan’s chest, quietly crying while the slovene petted his hand up and down his trembling back. He whispered sweet nothings and soft praises into the air, calmly waiting out the outburst of emotions. He listened to every little hiccup Jere let out, his mind solely focused on his boyfriend.
After a while, Jere shifted in his arms and as Bojan looked down, the pink eye mask was gone and the finn was staring off into nothing with redrimmed eyes.
“What’s up?” Bojan brushed a sweaty strand of black hair away from Jere’s forehead, smiling at the way his wet eyelashes fluttered. Jere let out a hum, his gaze still sluggishly scanning the room, as if he was lost in thought. Bojan knew not to prod too much, Jere would perk up in his own time.
He needed to do something, though.
“If I give you some water, will you drink it for me?”
“Yea” And he did, in small sips, eyes still unfocused while Bojan watched him like a hawk.
“Are you really angry?” The question seemed a bit out of the left field and it made Bojan frown as Jere actively avoided meeting his eyes.
“No. Hey, “ The slovene hooked a finger under Jere’s chin, playing tag with the other man for a while before finally getting him to look at him. “I’m not angry at you. Okay? I’m not.”
“Okay” The word was airy and sounded an awful lot like sweeping something under the rug to rot.
“Were you thinking that the whole time? Were you feeling bad?” Something nasty sunk into the pit of Bojan’s stomach as he started replaying every little moment in his head. Had he missed something? Some little sign that Jere wasn’t okay? Had he gone too far? Had he made it seem like Jere couldn’t safeword out?
His inner dialogue was teetering on the edge of a full blown spiral when Jere spoke up again.
“No. Started thinking after” The finn pressed his teeth into his lower lip, his eyes getting a bit hazy again. “You… Usually you stop. Go more easy than we talk. Now you didn’t” Jere’s fingers found the chain around Bojan’s neck and he ran the pad of his middle finger along the smooth metal. “So I start thinking maybe you’re really angry”
“No, of course I’m not angry at you” The uncomfortable feeling in Bojan’s gut eased somewhat, “You’ve just mentioned before that you’d like for me to stick to the plan and today it seemed like something you really wanted”
“It was”
“So you weren’t uncomfortable?” Jere actually let out a snort at the question, dainty finger hooking around the necklace.
“Not more than was supposed to be”
“Right”
They laid there for a few long moments, Bojan’s fingers drawing abstract patterns on Jere’s back while the finn’s eyelids started to droop.
“So I’m guessing tonight is a bath kind of night” Bojan stopped his artsy endeavor on his boyfriend’s back in order to tap his cheek gently. Jere muttered something of an argument but didn’t really put much effort into getting out of the task when Bojan carried him to the bathroom in the little hours of the morning. He happily drifted in and out of wakefulness while Bojan kept an eye on him, slowly running the washcloth along the other man’s skin.
And maybe Bojan’s last waking thoughts, when the sun was already peeking through the curtains, was that he couldn’t wait for the next dumbass thing his boyfriend posted on social media.