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The fabric across his eyes was soft as silk, a stark contrast to the ropes that bound his wrists.
The rope pinched at the delicate flesh while the hard floor pressed into his knees. He was far too old for this, and the ache settling in his lower back was an unyielding reminder of it.
His head dipped forwards, his chin resting onto his chest for a small reprieve from the strain.
"Ah ah" Came the mocking voice of the sinner that had placed him in such a position.
"Head back."
He was too slow to obey the command as a single finger pressed into his forehead, forcibly tilting the skull back into the desired position.
He wet his lips in preparation to speak, a single wobbling whisper, "Please, please-"
"Such a pretty beggar," The voice moved, first only a few scant breaths away from his face, so close he could feel the warmth of the air that wrapped each syllable. Then it was behind him.
His back arched as a hand followed the words "However, I believe you'll be prettier when you can't beg at all. " The sharp claws traced a pattern up his spine as he hissed an exhalation before it crept to his jaw, thumb gentle as it brushed the flesh. He moved to speak, his voice cut off as the secondary hand snapped up to his jaw, forcing a ball of metal into his mouth.
His eyes wide behind the mask, and muffled voice straining as the clasp was affixed, keeping the ball firm against his teeth. He blew air from his nose in huffs, trying to catch his breath. Such a simple touch leaving him shivering for more.
"Much better.." was purred along his temple, the hands coming around his bare shoulders trailing fire in their wake as they worked a path along the taut muscles to his chest.
His stomach jumped as each nipple was given a brief once-over, each nerve on fire. The whimper he let out was pathetic, but if pathetic was what he needed to be to get those hands where he wanted them, then pathetic is what he would be with no hesitation.
He felt the body behind him press a hair closer, hands pulling back only to move under his outstretched arms to splay those fingers along his abdomen fully. His sides were caressed as softly as his jaw had been earlier, navel pressed into with a delicate curiosity. One trailed just a tad further, just enough to brush against the thick thatch of blond atop his pubic bone. His hips jerked as soon as the sensation registered. His hands curled in and his head fell back, all in a futile attempt to get those torturous fingers lower.
They had been at this for what felt like hours. The wait was brutal, his skin felt to tight, his mind on edge, legs and back aching, arms going numb, but the worst ? The worst was how empty he was.
He had slicked and stretched himself so that the fun could begin as quickly as possible- that of course, was before this game was proposed. And now he hated how eager he had been to be filled, how he ached and panted to be fucked within an inch of his life- he needed something, anything to fill that wet slick void. He felt tears prick his eyes and his teeth clamp tighter around that ball as he moaned and writhed.
His pleas came out garbled, but it didn't matter; it all fell on deaf ears in the end.
"So wet and ready for me, hm ? How terrible it must be... I can't just leave you like this, can I ?"
His heart soared at the prospect of finally, finally getting what he craved, but his partner had never been one to expend his generosity so easily. Rather than a few digits or a much-needed cock, he received nothing to slip pleasingly inside. Instead, he was awarded a single claw-tipped finger circling his throbbing cock.
"So small, so perfect, just like you.." was sung into the sweat-coated skin of his throat.
His moans were disjointed as he sagged back against the body behind him.
"Is this what you want, hmm ? My sweet angel, fallen straight from the heavens just for me."
He tried to plead for more, more friction, more soft words, more of anything to ground him back to the hard floor he could feel himself subconsciously slip away from.
His words couldn't be understood, but the meaning was enough; the pace and pressure increased, causing him to cry out, his head thrashing from side to side, hips bucking up to meet that heavenly hand.
He could feel that coil twisting tighter and tighter in his gut, the anticipation near frenzied as he ground his hips in time to the swirl over his cock.
"I think you can come just like this, can't you ? You are absolutely glowing my dear, positively divine." A warm wet tongue licked a track up the side of his throat, followed by a hum he felt rumble from the chest pressed to his back. "Taste just as good," a nose rubbed at his jaw, teeth prickling the flushed flesh.
His hips staggered and thighs cletching, he could feel the warm spots of blood seep from where his nails had bitten into the meat of his palms.
"Just like that, there you go, my angel, come for me,"
And he did. What would have been a glass-shattering screech as he crested his orgasm was dampened by the steel still holding his jaw open. He felt like he was a breath away from snapping in half due to the angle of his backbone as he bent with the power of it, a hand slowly pushed at the middle of his back and up his spine to help him slowly lower back forwards. The evidence of his mind-numbing peak was running in rivulets down his inner thighs.
"There you go, darling." Was kissed into his sweat-matted hair as the warmth of the body slowly peeled away from his.