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- Since I’m coming over, hold it for me ^_^
That was all the text said. Lyndon swore he reread it 15 times over at least, boring it into his mind.. reasoning with himself that this is what Vincent had wanted. Somewhere along the line he ended up admitting his piss kink.. his need for control. He hadn’t expected Vincent to reciprocate but — with those sickly sweet emoticons that were so uniquely Vincent — he did. Lyndon had half a mind to listen.
Work was rocky but not atypical, Lyndon had a strong disposition, he didn’t have to piss every time need called. When Vincent came over, dinner was fine too. Lyndon broke eye contact everytime Vincent had ordered him a refill, which must have been intentional. Lyndon knew he wasn’t delusional, and he wanted to be good.. he wanted to obey the every order of the man he loved.
It was hard. Vincent sat on his thighs, grinding their clothed erections together as he nibbled on Lyndon’s ear. He placed with the metal between his teeth, Lyndon’s whimpering heard over the distinct clacking. “Is something the matter love?” Vincent asked when Lyndon let out a particularly loud whine. Vincent pulled away from where their bodies connected to stare into the eyes of the man beneath him. Beneath him.. Lyndon felt small, Lyndon felt precious under his hands. “Be a good boy, answer me.“
“I can’t hold it.” Lyndon gasped with a weak voice, which only warranted a firm press against his aching bladder. With that, Vincent tightened his grip on the boys shaking hips — the ones that couldn’t seem to decide if they wanted to thrust forward into his waiting hand or arch away from the pure force— and cooed. “Only a little longer sweetheart, you can manage.” A sweet kiss on his forehead, his cheek, his stubbly jaw. Lyndon truly didn’t know if he could. The liquid sloshing in his body felt as if it were being teased out by the man’s grasp.
Lyndon’s whole body was shaking. Under the weight of Vincent’s body, his mind was nothing but a fog of pleasure and a deep will to obey. “I know you can.” Reassured the man with that sickly sweet tone that made Lyndon’s hips jump. He must have said that out loud. Lyndon could only gasp; as his movements were half-restricted by the obstacle before him, in juncture with the lingering presence of need boiling inside of him. He didn’t know if he could.. but he would, for Vincent.
With the man’s hand pressing so firmly on his bladder, his hips were forced down against the fabric of the couch. Lyndon’s bladder ached against him, and he tried to arch even against the hold. Vincent laughed like it was cute. He gave a purr through the onslaught of kisses he was placing all over Lyndon’s face. “My sweet thing, so reactive.” He said with a voice dripping sweetness like honey, why did it make Lyndon feel so warm? He almost suspected that he leaked because of the way his torso lit into flames, his tummy jumping with arousal.
He not only wanted to piss, he wanted to cum. Good boys waited, they didn’t beg. Every press to the man’s swollen bladder just made his symphony of whines heighten. Vincent cooed with every sound, drawing teasing circles into the man’s flesh. Lyndon’s shirt had been pulled up, Vincent’s mouth was working kisses down his toned chest. Everything felt dizzying — that was Vincent… he managed to treat his body with such worship that it felt like a sin.
Vincent’s tongue worked down the man’s pecs, licking stripes appropriately on each nipple to give them equal attention. His hand still pressed, his bladder bulging against his skin from the amount of liquid he was forced to contain. Vincent clicked his teeth against the man’s piercing and tugged ever so gently. He was always gentle, manipulating Lyndon’s body beneath him and treating him as if he owned it. Even through the limited amount of times they had fucked, he still knew every part of Lyndon like a map.
Lyndon’s pants were still on — so tight. Lyndon had asked to take them off earlier, only to be met with a certain response: wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if you pissed yourself? His teasing boyfriend, quoting a joke he had made the first day they met one another, had made Lyndon’s face bright red. Lyndon’s bulge was currently pressing against the fabric of his jeans, a straining tent of need for two things— to piss or to cum. He knew he had to make a choice here.
He had opened his mouth to beg for the first thing that came out. “Need.. to..” Lyndon huffed, the man’s thigh pressed up against his straining erection halted his speech. “Mmgh~” Vincent pouted at that, rubbing his thigh into the harsh denim that covered his boyfriend’s bulge. “What do you want, baby boy?” He forced. Lyndon’s eyes blinked out tears. “Piss…” he stuttered out, gasping for air at this slow torture he was enduring. “It’ll have to be against my lap.”
Lyndon looked confused, so Vincent repeated: “I want to feel you— on my lap.”
“Mmf!”
At some point they shifted, Lyndon hadn’t known how. From atop Vincent’s lap, their clothed erections bumping together with every movement of his hips, Lyndon bore his teeth into Vincent’s neck. He lightly patted the man’s back. “Your hips are moving so sluttily.” Vincent cooed. It sounded enough like a praise, so Lyndon whined. “Like I said, if you want to go it has to be in my lap.”
Lyndon huffed out a choke whine. He didn’t notice he was biting, disobeying his promise of letting every sound loose. Vincent ignored it for now. “Lyn—“ began his soft voice, before he felt a spread of warmth between them. Rivulets of warm piss streamed from Lyndon’s softening cock, a hissing sound of sweet relief filling the space between them and only them. Vincent’s hand halted it’s patting.
“Hngh..” Began the man who had lessened his bite with the streaming pour of release. “It’s coming out.” He warned nobody, the piss had already begun. “Yes my baby, I know my baby.” Vincent’s voice was lovesick, groaning at the warmth between them directly into Lyndon’s ear. When Lyndon’s mouth opened to apologize, Vincent kissed both corners of it before he slammed them together hungrily.
The warmth was only comfortable for a second more, before Lyndon let out some sort of mewl and Vincent hushed him with another placid kiss. “Alright honey…” Vincent said in that teasing tone, and right then Lyndon felt his bladder twinge with need. “Stop for me.” Vincent placed a hand against the man’s tummy, massaging delicate circles into his lithe, taut muscle. His fingers splayed against the man’s abs, Lyndon felt like dying… but he stopped. He gripped Vincent’s arm as hard as he could, and he stopped.
Vincent’s praise was immediate but fell upon deaf ears. All Lyndon heard was the sound of blood rushing, the pounding of his heart against his ear drums, the world going foggy. There were hands around his hips clutching him so posessively, willing him to stay still through it all. Even if his mind was mush, he knew it wasn’t done — his bladder was full, his cock was aching, and kisses were still being drawn over his neck. “That’s it— good baby. Pretty baby.” Words were coming back now, and Lyndon’s eyes shot open before he pulled his boyfriend into a hug. “My silly baby, I’m so worried you’ll die one of these days in my arms.” He teased.
Lyndon looked down at him, his chest heaving and his thighs trembling, he had still managed to stop. He had managed to be good, but why was Vincent teasing him so much? Vincent hooked off his soaked jeans, palming him for a second between the wet fabric of his boxers that was running cold, and then pulled those off as well. Lyndon twitched at the cold air on his dick, “Mgh~ can I please cum..” he asked, since he had already been denied on one of his desperate fronts. Vincent had the audacity to laugh. “Lyn~ you made a promise baby.” He sucked a little on the man’s earlobe as he continued holding him close, “No covering up those pretty sounds~ now you have to hold it for me.. your piss and your cum.”
Lyndon let out a sob, which Vincent shushed with a smile and a kiss on his wet cheek. “Oh baby, you can always give up and wet yourself right now…” Vincent affirmed, “I won’t mind baby, but I want you to hold it.” He said with a voice firm yet caring. “Can you do that for me?” Lyndon nodded as if he couldn’t speak, and his jaw was grasped tightly as he was forced to face Vincent’s eyes. “Can you?” He forced, wanting to hear Lyndon. “Yes, I’ll hold it for you.” Lyndon paused for a moment before adding — “I wanna, I want to hold it for you.”
“Sweet baby.”
“I want to be good for you.”
“Good baby.”
Lyndon’s whole body ached as he walked hand and hand with Vincent to his bedroom. He was laid upon the sheets like he was worth his weight in gold, spread beneath the shorter man who looked over him like he was an angel. “You’re so pretty.” He said, placing a kiss on Lyndon’s jaw. “I wish I could be inside you.” His voice was longing. “Maybe tomorrow?” Lyndon offered, his hand finding Vincent’s hair and caressing the soft blond locks. They exchanged eye contact and a nod before Vincent found his way down.
He licked a stripe up the man’s cock, making him jump. It ached— his cock so spent from a combination of what felt like an eternity of edging earlier and the need to piss.. still! The warm heat of Vincent’s mouth enveloped him, sending his hips jutting off of the bed and forcing his cock deep inside of the other man’s mouth. “Oh fuck! Fuck, sorry Vincie.” Lyndon apologized as he helped the choking man from his cock, who licked it in stride. Vincent immediately took his tip back in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head.
“Baby— fuck..” Lyndon arched his hips off of the bed again, his hand carding through his boyfriends thick blonde hair. Vincent’s eyes gazed up at him, blown wide and sparking with arousal. When he was met with another shake of his hips, Vincent slowly slid off the man’s length and looked up with a knowing grin. “You’re so cute, can’t control your slutty little hips?” He asked with a gentle voice, before he grabbed those hips and pinned them against the bed. “Mh~ yeah.. and.. I don’t want to pee in your mouth on accident again.” Vincent giggled at Lyndon’s soft plea.
Vincent placed one more relaxed lick against the boys slit before he traveled his kisses up his body, tongue rolling over the expanse of his abs, his body slightly salty from his earlier accident but it didn’t bother Vincent. “My gorgeous boyfriend..” he uttered with such a prideful voice, glad to have Lyndon, “Sweet, pliant little thing… do you like my touch? Let me take my time with your body.” Lyndon let out a strained groan, his hands grasping at the sheets below. It took everything in him not to cover his mouth, but he resisted lest he get edged until death.
Lyndon leaked precum in thin streams down his body, pooling against his abdomen which Vincent cleanly licked away as soon as he could. He pressed soft kissed upon his flesh, delicately sweet touches that belied his earlier words of this being a punishment. Every teasing notion of his tongue elicited more pathetic mewls — gorgeous noises a man like Lyndon didn’t think he could make. The grip on his hips that forced him against the bed was damning now — his bladder still pulsed like it had a heartbeat.
“No…” Lyndon whispered to himself, “I can’t.” Vincent giggled at the self-assurance the man shared with himself, and placed a kiss right upon the skin where his swollen bladder pressed against. Lyndon writhed, a hushed sigh of pain buzzed and tears pricked at his eyes once again. Vincent kissed the flesh harder, forcing out a thin stream that made Lyndon shiver. “You can…” countered Vincent, “I’m going to let you.”
Lyndon pushed up against the man’s hand but, before he could feel the grind of his skin against his leaking shaft, it pulled away. He of course chased it, his hips thrusting up emptily into the air, before they were cleanly shoved back onto the bedsheets. Lyndon mewled, and every part of his body felt like it was melting. It was especially bad in his brain. He was dizzy, his eyes unfocused, dazed but still following every order his handsome boyfriend was willing to give him. The only thought in his mind was to obey.
Thin streams of piss leaked from Lyndon’s softening cock, and as Lyndon’s hand was just about to clutch himself, he found that something else was in the way. Vincent was pressing their cocks together, frotting up against him even now when he was losing control. His brain was empty. Vincent busied himself with his thrusts, placing kisses aptly wherever he saw fit on his boyfriends pretty neck and collarbones. Every gasp elicited another kiss. Vincent even laughed.
Whenever Lyndon had let another stream leak out, he thrusted again, keeping in time with the pulses of the man’s aching bladder. “Needy thing.” Vincent said even if he knew Lyndon wasn’t currently able to listen. His boyfriend was dazed, staring at the vague, Vincent-adjacent shape moving before him and making him feel so good. Lyndon curled, his hands clutching the back of his boyfriend and silently begging him to — well, what could he ever want. Did he want Vincent to slow down or keep going? Let him cum or let him piss?
All these choices were nauseating, but the loss of control made Lyndon endlessly aroused.
Lyndon purred as Vincent stroked his hair, wondering how Vincent could look at this trembling mess of a man and still coo as if he were some precious gem. The latter was doing just that now, cooing as he caressed Lyndon’s jawline. He stroked the man’s cheek, where he had been scarred by the fire, and he didn’t even mind. Lyndon was so grateful to have someone who didn’t mind. “Do you know how pretty you are?” Vincent asked, and Lyndon shook and pissed harder — what kind of question is that to ask while someone is alleviating their bladder onto you?!
Lyndon didn’t say that though, he said a mere “Mmh” and that had sufficed enough as an answer for Vincent. His stream was waning now, soaking the fabric of their bed with a soft yellow tint. Vincent would clean it later and Lyndon would complain, that was for sure. Vincent kissed him through it, eyes flickering between their joined cocks and Lyndon’s blissed out face. “Adorable.” His voice was softer than ever before, making Lyndon’s eyes flutter shut. “Nngh~” His hips arched back, spraying more hot piss between their bodies. Lyndon pleaded for help, the sensation of pissing while frotting up against his boyfriend was too much.
With that, Lyndon came. It wasn’t like usual, no semen splattered between their tummies. Instead, his piss arched out more and his body shook like he was freezing cold despite the warmth. “Ngh~ I’m cumming.” Lyndon said, antsy for cumming in lieu of permission. Vincent didn’t mind at all, kissing him as deep as they could connect. Lyndon trembled, clutching desperately at his boyfriends back, and humming as his last drops of piss waned away. Vincent came too, painting their bodies with every drop of his arousal.
He held his Lyndon as close as he could, thrusting them both through it. Lyndon tasted sweet, like the dessert they had earlier. “Love you..” Lyndon managed, his body still shaking as his hips finally stilled. His thighs were trembling like a girls and he couldn’t help but flush from embarrassment. “Love you more!” Vincent said, in his always-happy voice before he kissed Lyndon over and over, getting sweeter and sweeter. “Now from now on!let’s not make promises we can’t keep okay~” Lyndon looked up and laughed.
“No guarantees.”