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Trying and failing to suppress a yawn, Arm closes the door to Tankhun’s rooms behind him with a click. It’s Pol’s turn to do the overnight shift tonight. Sometimes, even when it’s not his duty on the rota, Arm will stay and fall asleep in Tankhun’s large bed, his nose nestled in the nape of Pol’s neck, while Pol has his arm draped over their ward. Khun needs that sometimes, to be held, to know his protectors are close at hand.
Tonight, Arm is tired and restless, needing some quiet after spending the last however many hours discussing the particulars of Tankhun’s favourite drama again and again. This evening, Tankhun has been in a manic mood, talking at a million miles an hour. Usually, Arm can deal with it. But between Tankhun, his technical responsibilities, and preparing for an operation against the Russians, he’s worked so many days in a row that he’s forgotten when he last had a day off.
So, this evening, Pol can stay with Tankhun alone. Arm is looking forward to having a shower and getting changed out of his suit. He yawns, rubbing his hand over his face. All he wants to do with the rest of his night is eat the packet of shrimp crackers he bought from the 7/11 on his last day off, continue working his way through the gym leaders on Pokémon Yellow, and maybe take the luxury of having a Pol-free wank. It’s not that Arm minds Pol being there, but usually he wants to please and be involved if he can tell Arm is in the mood, excitedly offering a handjob, a blow job, to wank and watch porn together. Whereas sometimes, Arm just craves some solo time.
It’s quiet in the corridor as he heads to the lift; it must be after midnight. Arm nods to the guard standing by the doors as he presses the button to take him down to the bodyguard’s quarters.
“Make sure to take your breaks,” he says to the young man, a nervous recent recruit called Jem.
Jem smiles at him and assures him that he will. Arm sighs, the young man has ‘cannon fodder’ written all over him, he may as well take his breaks when he can.
The lift doors open, and Arm steps inside. He leans against the mirrored wall and lets out an exhale. When he presses the button to take him to the level with access to the bodyguard quarters, he sees that the floor containing access to the parking garage is already illuminated.
When the doors open at the parking level, Big stands in the opening, looking down at the floor. The first two buttons of the shirt are undone, and he holds his jacket over his arm. He smells like cigarettes and greasy food with the faint undertone of some twink-smelling perfume. Maybe something Big would wear if he were a different person, if he were in a different life. Big spins the keys to one of the Maseratis on his index finger.
“Hi, Arm,” Big says as he steps inside. “Has Tankhun let you off for a night?”
“It’s Pol’s turn tonight,” Arm replies, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m off duty now.”
“Me too,” Big says, he looks down at the floor, scuffing his toe across the shiny surface. “Just been dropping Kinn’s latest boytoy off home.” He says it with a barely concealed sadness that twists Arm’s stomach.
“Was he cute?” Arm asks.
Big scoffs. “Yeah, I guess, same as them all, really.” Big brings his hand to his middle. “Tiny waist, little svelte thing, pretty eyes, though. He had eyeliner on. The boy made me take him through the McDonald’s drive-through. I wanted to tell him, I’m not your fucking taxi, mate.”
Arm chuckles. Really, that’s exactly what Big’s job is. Big’s responsibility as Kinn’s head bodyguard, highly trained in the art of personal protection, is also to act as an escort taxi service. It’s the same as how Arm and Pol have to watch the same drama over and over again with Tankhun, have to be dressed up for fashion shows, and watch Tankhun’s plays. Being a bodyguard involves more than standing in doorways, looking menacing, and firing guns at people. Really, that’s about ten percent of the job. Arm knows that more than most.
“Ah,” Arm starts. “Let the poor boy have a burger, he’s probably starving, probably hasn’t eaten at all today. He’ll have burnt off a lot of energy.”
Big sniffs. “He got chicken nuggets. He bought me some chips. At least he was polite.” Big rubs his wrist, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. He has an unsettled energy about him.
The lift beeps as they reach the access level to the bodyguard quarters, and the doors open.
“You doing anything tonight?” Arm asks Big, making small talk as they walk towards their quarters.
Big shakes his head. “Nah, probably will just go to bed. Unless...” Big looks out of the corner of his eye at Arm, straightens out his suspenders. “I’ve been having to listen to Khun Kinn’s twink of the week mewl while Kinn fucks him. Do you know how hard that is? Having to stand there outside the door? Then, drive the boy home... I’m just -”
“Sexually frustrated,” Arm butts in, then immediately regrets saying it. In slow motion, he watches the bubble containing his shrimp crackers, Pokémon, and Pol-less wank, pop. Arm almost facepalms, but then stops himself. He places a hand on Big’s back; he’s sweaty on the back of his shirt.
“You could call it that,” Big huffs. His lower lip wobbles. He runs his hand over his undercut. “I feel like my chest is going to explode, I’ve got all this fucking energy, and I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Oh, Big,” Arm says. Big’s crush on Kinn is so obvious that the International Space Station is probably studying it as some unknown phenomenon; it probably has its own neatly numbered code. By now, it likely has its own gravity, its own ecosystem, the beginnings of semi-intelligent life. Listening to your boss fuck... well, that’s its own kind of torture even if you don’t have a crush on him.
Big sniffs again and begins to spin the car keys around his finger once more, so quickly that Arm is afraid they’ll fly off and smash one of the ornate vases lining the corridor.
“What do you need, Big?” Arm asks. “I can see you’re frustrated.”
Big stops spinning the keys, he takes a deep breath, and toes the carpet. “Can we just go to the showers and you can piss on me, slap my face, and call me names or something?” He looks at Arm with his sad cat eyes. “You can fuck my face after.”
Arm sighs and runs his hand over his face. “I’m not going to piss on you, Big. Do you really think being degraded is good for you right now, with how you are feeling? Ask Ken if you want that. I’m not getting involved.”
Big grumbles, puts his hands on his hips. “Ken is on a stakeout, something to do with the Russians. Anyway, he hates fucking in the showers, he says it smells damp. He saw a silverfish once and got scared that it was going to crawl into his arse.” Big exaggerates Ken’s Australian accent. “I can take it, Arm. I’m not going to have a fucking mental breakdown or something.”
“I’m still not pissing on you, Big.”
Big pouts. “You’re no fun, Arm, always so fucking ethical.”
Arm crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, then you can go to bed, then, and I’ll enjoy the rest of my evening.”
Big looks down, sadly. “Well, maybe ethical is alright sometimes. If you’re offering.”
“Go and put the keys away,” Arm tells him. “Then, come to my room, I’ll get you out of your head for a bit.”
Big just nods, his ponytail bobbing. “Yeah, thanks, Arm... I need it, I think.”
He scurries off down the corridor. Arm turns off, heading back to his room.
Arm tidies up the room a bit while waiting for Big to come back. Well, more correctly, he tidies Pol’s side of the room. Pol sheds socks, underwear, tissues, wrappers, like a snake shedding its skin, leaving a trail behind him at all times. Once he’s stuffed Pol’s dirty laundry into the washbag, Arm changes into a tracksuit, puts on some deodorant, and a woody aftershave. He looks over at his Game Boy on the nightstand and sighs. He likes Big. He’s cute, and he obviously needs somebody tonight. He’s happy to provide.
Big knocks on the door a little while later. When Arm answers the door, Big has shed his shirt and is wearing a white sleeveless undershirt; he still has his tailored suit trousers on, and the suspenders hang from his waistband. He has sprayed something woody to hide the Eau D’Twink, which had permeated into his skin during the car ride. It’s a shame, really, the floral scent suited him.
“I haven’t cleaned out,” Big says straight away, arms crossed. “So, if you are hoping to get inside my asshole, it’s off the table.”
“Wasn’t considering it,” Arm replies. “Thanks for telling me your boundary, though.”
Big just rolls his eyes. “One of my boundaries is you not talking about fucking boundaries.”
He stalks into the room and flops down on the bed. The thin mattress and frame squeak as he sits down; his feet remain on the floor.
“What do you want, Big?” Arm asks him.
Big just shrugs. “Just to get out of my fucking head, I guess?”
Arm walks over to stand in front of him. He places a finger under his chin, tilting Big’s head up so they can lock gazes. Arm considers Big’s expression, the furrow between his brows, the bags under his eyes, the downward turn of his lip.
“You want me to take control?” Arm asks. He knows this is what Big wants. They might not play together as much as he does with Pol, but he knows what Big needs. He’s done this long enough.
Big’s eyes soften, and his expression relaxes, as if the tension has bled out of him like ink in water.
“Please,” Big whispers. “Please, Arm.”
“The usual?” Arm clarifies.
Big bites his lip and nods. He brings his hand to the hem of his undershirt and begins to pull it over his head. As Big removes it, it snags on the hair tie holding his ponytail together, loosening the strands. A flush colours his lower neck and upper chest; a trail of fine dark hair runs from his navel and disappears into the waistband of his trousers.
Arm kneels and pulls one of the holdalls out from under his bed. As he reaches into the bag, he can hear Big breathing heavily beside him, smell the musk of tension in the air.
“The soft rope, please,” Big says, his voice small.
Arm holds up a bundle of black rope to him; it’s one of the softest types he has, almost silk-like in its texture. Big lets out a slow exhale through his nose and nods. Arm reaches into the bag again and brings out a silk blindfold. He looks over to the bedside table, making sure the safety scissors are still hanging on their designated hook. Arm pushes himself up to his feet and reaches out for Big’s jaw, cupping it in his hand.
“Let me take care of you,” Arm whispers to him. Big dips his head so his chin is resting in Arm’s palm.
Arm runs the silk fabric over Big’s exposed shoulders, smiling as he inhales deeply and shivers. Then, he wraps the fabric around Big’s eyes, tying it around the back of his head, letting him melt into the loss of sense. Arm strokes his finger over the prickly buzz of Big’s undercut, tracing over the shell of his ear, then around to the longer strands at the back below his ponytail.
“I’m going to take your hair out,” Arm says, sliding the tie out of Big’s hair and letting the longer strands settle. He likes Big’s hair like this, slightly disheveled in its natural state. The loose strands flop over his forehead, framing the silk blindfold. Big’s hands rest on his knees, his fingers flexing, as Arm slides a knee in between his legs, pushing them apart. The heat of him already permeates through the fabric of his suit trousers. Arm shivers with excitement at the mental image of Big’s cute little pink cock chubbing up in his boxers. He rubs his knee against him, and Big gasps out and whines.
Big, despite his aloof exterior, is known to be receptive, sensitive, giving... It’s one of the things Arm loves the most about playing with him: being able to peel back the layers, break down the walls, and let Big just be. There’s a special kind of satisfaction in taking him apart that he doesn’t get from any of his other liaisons. Pol is like an excited puppy, tail wagging and so eager to please. Ken, a little terrier, all teeth and frantic bark, who needs a firm hand. Pete, well, he’s a bit of an enigma, maybe he’s a fucking chameleon or something. And Big, well, Big is a previously loved housecat left out in the rain, sopping wet, crying out for love but insisting on hissing and backing away. Arm tucks a strand of hair behind Big’s ear, flicking his silver hoop earring on his way down, preening at the whine he squeezes out of him. He loves coaxing out that soft and tender part of Big, that part of him that wants to roll over and show his belly, to show Arm that he trusts him enough to touch him in his most sensitive places.
“You know what to do if you want to stop?” Arm asks him.
Even though Big is blindfolded, Arm feels him roll his eyes.
“Yes, Arm,” Big snaps.
“You’ll use whatever part of you that's free to tap my side if talking is hard and you want to slow down?” Big tends to go non-verbal, especially when he’s in this kind of mood, so after one time when Big became so overwhelmed and started hyperventilating, Arm insisted that they establish a touch-based slow signal.
“Yes, Arm, fucks sake. Can you just get my pants off and tie me up? It’s going to be morning at this rate. I’m on shift again at eleven, Kinn has a lunchtime meeting. He might need me earlier -”
Arm presses his finger to Big’s lips, shushing him. He slips his hand under the back of Big’s knees and swings his legs onto the bed, spinning him around with a oof. Arm kneels over Big, each knee over each of his thighs, and reaches down to undo the fly of his trousers. He’s straining against the black fabric, hardening just from having one of his senses removed.
“Arm,” Big gasps out, as he undoes the zipper.
“Lift your hips,” Arm instructs. Big obliges, and Arm pushes the fabric down over the swell of his arse, over his slender hips, down his thighs, and off his feet. The suspenders come off with the trousers, still clipped onto the waistband. Big squirms on the sheet, his pale knees pulling together, his still-socked feet flexing.
Arm hums and runs a finger along the waistband of Big’s bodyguard-issue black boxers. He pulls the band away from his skin and lets it ping back down. Big whines at the sharp snap of sensation. Then, Arm pulls his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock nestled in his dark pubic hair, the swell of his balls underneath. Arm traces over the divots of his hips, and watches as goosebumps flare across Big’s skin.
“I’m going to tie you up now,” Arm dips down and whispers in Big’s ear.
“Please,” Big gasps out. “I need it.”
“What do you call me, Big?”
“Sir,” Big says, voice trembling. “Sir, I need it.”
Arm strokes down Big’s side, smoothing over his ribs.
“You can just relax, Big,” Arm whispers. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, Big.”
Big sinks deeper in the bed, letting out a ragged exhale. Arm takes one of his wrists and begins to loop the rope around, fastening it to one of the hooks he has fixed onto the side of the divan bed. He gives Big’s wrist a little sniff-kiss, inhaling the woody cologne he has sprayed onto his pulse point. Big flexes his fingers and Arm tests that the rope isn't too tight. He loops the free end of the rope over the top of the mattress and then ties his other hand, fixing the top half of Big’s body into position.
“Feels good,” Big says. He has that floaty tone to his voice that he gets when Arm ties him up. Arm takes the end of the rope and loops it around Big’s back, tucking it through so he can trail the rope down the centre of Big’s stomach. Big shivers at the feel of the rope on his skin, pulling against where his wrists are bound. He’s getting harder by the second, his cock swelling and thickening. Arm loops the rope around one of Big’s thighs, then brings the rope around under his balls to the other thigh, looping the rope around and then bringing it back to the centre. He then moves down to Big’s ankles, tying each of them in turn to the anchor points on the bed frame, leaving Big immobilised.
Arm leans back, admiring his handiwork. It’s not a perfect tie; he’s been a bit lazy about it, and the aesthetic is a little off, the knots a bit sloppy. But Big is not fussy; he just wants to be held. Big breathes slowly, held together by the rope. He looks beautiful, vulnerable, and at peace.
Arm dips down and presses kisses across Big’s chest, inhaling the smell of him, then takes one of his nipples into his mouth. He sucks the bud past his lips, feeling it swell against his tongue. Big gasps and strains against the bonds.
“I’ve got you, Big,” Arm whispers against his skin.
“You’ve got me?” Big’s tone turns it into a question.
Arm hums in affirmation and moves across to his other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, lapping his tongue against it until it’s swollen.
Once Big is trembling and shaking under him, Arm lifts off, sits back, and admires him. His hair fans out across the pillow, sticking up at the sides. Both of his nipples are red and swollen, and a thin sheen of sweat makes his sides glisten. His cock sits erect against his stomach, pink and flushed. Arm smiles at Big’s cock. He’s not large like Pol, but he has a good shape, thicker at the base than the tip, and he’s so receptive. When they play, Arm sometimes gets the urge to squeeze it between his palms, to nestle his face against it like it’s a cute baby animal.
Big bites at his lip with his incisor tooth, panting. Arm sits over him, resting on Big’s thighs. He runs his fingers up and down Big’s ribs, draws patterns across the downy hair on his stomach, and marvels at how Big responds to every slight touch. Arm moves down to his inner thighs, drawing zig-zags with his fingernail on the sensitive skin. Big whines, arches his back as much as he can against the rope, flexes his still-socked feet. Big gets really cold feet, so Arm usually leaves his socks on when they are playing together.
“What do you need, Big?” Arm asks him, dipping close to his face so he knows Big will feel his breath on his cheek. He tickles the bridge of Big’s nose over the blindfold.
“Sir,” Big whispers. “I need -”
Arm cups Big’s jaw, then brushes his thumb and forefinger over his lip. Big opens his mouth, taking Arm’s thumb and finger inside to suck.
“What do you need, Big?”
Big whines around Arm’s fingers. “Touch me.”
With his other hand, Arm strokes up Big’s ribs again.
“I am touching you,” he teases.
Big presses his teeth against Arm’s finger, then relaxes his bite.
“My cock, please, Sir,” Big gasps out.
Arm reaches behind himself and moves his hand to Big’s inner thigh again. Stroking up to where the rope is looped under his balls. Under him, Big trembles, little tremors running up the full length of his thigh.
“I’ve got you, Big,” Arm says. He shifts down the bed so he can see Big better. Even without being touched, his cock is so hard, leaking at the head.
“Please,” Big says again.
Arm strokes down his inner thigh, soothing him.
“Relax,” Arm whispers. “I’ve got you.”
Big trembles even harder, letting out little sniffs.
“Sir...” he whines. “Sir, please...”
“Breathe, Big,” Arm soothes him. “Breathe for me. You’re safe here. I’ll give you what you need.”
Big drags in a deep breath and then lets it out.
“Good boy,” Arm praises. He gets some lube from the nightstand, squeezes it into his palm, then wraps a hand around Big’s cock. Big twitches in Arm’s grip, as he pulls his foreskin back, precome beads at his slit even with the small touch. Big pulls against the ropes, arching his back as much as he can, as Arm languidly strokes him. The tender skin of his cock is silky against Arm’s palm, warm and pulsing.
“Sir,” Big gasps out. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Feels good?” Arm asks.
Big nods and lets out a ragged exhale.
“Yes, Sir,” he replies. Big’s tense jaw relaxes, his face shifts into an expression of bliss, and the lines of his body soften. Big parts his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking out of his mouth.
The urge to press his lips to Big’s overwhelms Arm; they don’t kiss on the lips, it’s not part of their dynamic. After a scene, he’ll press a small, chaste kiss to Big’s forehead or his hair, purely to reassure and comfort. Big will kiss his hands, his cheek, but never his mouth. There’s something transcendent about taking Big apart like this, giving him what he knows he won’t ask anybody else for, taking down his walls piece by piece, urging him to relax.
What they have is not romantic; sometimes it’s not even sexual. Maybe it’s therapeutic...
Whatever it is, Arm is happy to provide.
Arm continues to stroke Big’s cock. He’s leaking more now, wetting Arm’s palm, he works his thumb around the head, smearing the wetness around. Big is particularly sensitive here. Arm marvels at how Big tenses as he circles the head of his cock, he works him until he’s keening and thrashing, on the edge of over-sensitivity as he hurtles closer and closer to orgasm. Arm shifts, reaching down with his free hand to untie the cord of his tracksuit trousers, to make more space for his hardening cock.
Then, Arm stops. He lifts himself off Big’s body and steps down off the bed,
“Sir?” Big gasps out.
Arm traces down his ribs, shushing him.
“I’ve got you, Big,” Arm says. “Just wait.”
Big whines and bucks his hips, humping the air as much as he can against the ropes holding him to the bed.
Arm pulls out one of the bags from under the bed, the one that contains his vibrators. Due to his meticulous organisational system, he knows exactly where the one he wants is. He finds what he’s looking for easily and pulls out the mains-powered magic wand, the one he knows Big loves. Big flexes against the bonds, not able to see what is happening through the blindfold. Big’s mouth curls upwards into a smile as Arm plugs the vibrator into the mains with a click.
With a sigh, Arm resumes his position, kneeling over Big, placing the vibrator on the bed next to him. Big’s cock twitches as the bed creaks under them, and he lets out a little puff of breath. Stroking over his hips, Arm takes the rope looped under Big’s balls and moves it up so it’s between his shaft and his sack. Big whines, gasping, as the soft rope pushes his balls back. Arm turns on the vibrator to the lowest setting, letting it buzz away on the bed. He strokes down Big’s cheek, smiling as Big lifts his head to press more against him.
“You ready?” Arm asks Big.
Big nods. “Yes, Sir,” he replies.
Holding the vibrator with one hand, Arm presses it behind Big’s balls so it’s nestled against his perineum. Big starts gasping immediately, his hands flexing against the ropes. His cock twitches, and another lazy bead of precome dribbles down his shaft. Arm wraps his other hand around Big’s cock, circling the head of him again. Big’s mouth falls open in a loud keening. His feet flex, little tremors run down his abs, and he sniffs loudly.
Arm continues his circling of Big’s cock, and increases the intensity of the vibrator.
“Fuck, fuck... sir...” Big babbles.
“You are doing so well, Big,” Arm says, moving down from the head of his cock. “You are so good.”
Big’s lower lip wobbles. His chest heaves, on the verge of tears. It’s not a sign that Arm needs to stop. Big gets like this when he gets closer, overwhelmed and needy, letting out emotions he doesn’t usually let himself show.
Arm increases the vibration intensity, and Big sniffs again. Arm can tell he’s getting closer, he returns his attention to the head of Big’s cock, then shifts the intensity up again. A flush colours Big’s chest, and he takes in another big sniff; his lip trembles even more. Arm moves down his cock again, splaying out his hand to stroke over Big’s hip.
“Let it out, Big,” Arm whispers to him. “It’s okay, let it out. Don’t hold back.”
He turns up the vibration intensity, pressing it more firmly against Big’s perineum.
Big takes in a deep suck of air through his nose. Then, his chest begins to heave as one sob breaks free.
“You’re good,” Arm soothes, “You’re safe.”
Big sniffs a big wet drag of air through his nose. Tears dampen the material of the blindfold as Big shatters, his breath coming in large, overwhelmed sobs, rising louder and louder as he gets closer and closer to coming. Tears leak out of the bottom of the blindfold, and his lip wobbles. He’s so close, teetering on the edge of the cliff.
Arm slightly increases the intensity again; Big wails, shaking against the rope. Knowing he’s so close, Arm gives his cock a few good, hard strokes. Big’s cock pulses in his hand, and then he’s coming, spurting out up his stomach and across Arm’s hand and wrist. Under the blindfold, Big’s cheeks are red and flushed, wet with tears. Big keens for what seems like a long time, then his breath settles into loud, trembling sobs. Once his cock begins to soften in Arm’s hand, he lets go and presses his thigh against the vibrator to keep it in position. Arm settles himself on top of Big, applying firm pressure, squishing him down into the mattress. Big still sobs underneath him, breaths coming fast. Arm strokes his face, wiping away some of the tears.
“You did so well,” Arm says.
That only makes Big cry more. Arm holds him, presses a kiss to his head, strokes the coarse hair of his undercut, whispers soothing words into his ear as Big cries and cries, exorcising whatever he needs to. Eventually, the sobs slow into little sniffs, and he stops shaking so violently, resorting to little tremors.
“Do you want the blindfold off, Big?” Arm asks.
Big whines and shakes his head. He flexes his thighs against Arm.
“Vibrator. It’s too much,” Big whispers.
Scolding himself for not noticing, Arm reaches under them and turns the toy off. Big gasps at the change in sensation. Tears wet his cheeks, and his nose has run down his face.
“Can you?” Big wrinkles his nose like a rabbit, clamps his mouth shut to stop the snot dripping into it.
Arm grabs a tissue from the nightstand and wipes Big’s face, holding the tissue against his nose as he blows it.
“Better?”
Big nods, and sucks in another long shuddering breath.
“Your erection is pressing into my fucking hip,” Big huffs, shifting slightly back into his outward persona. “Does my crying turn you on that much? That’s not very ethical of you, Arm.” He always drops the ‘sir’ once he has come.
Arm chuckles, other than the heat in his groin, he hasn’t realised he was so hard. “Not the crying, Big. What came before. I’ll sort myself out, don’t worry.”
“Mmhmm,” Big mumbles as Arm pushes himself off him. “Can you just leave me tied? I’ll nap, I'm -”
Arm rolls off him, the single bed creaks underneath them.
“I want you to have some water, Big,” Arm says, reaching to the side table for his flask. Using as much slack as the rope gives them, Arm tilts Big upwards. His back is damp with sweat as he holds him up and places the straw of the flask in his mouth. Big gulps down some of the water.
“Thank you,” he says, as Arm lays him back on the pillows. “You gonna jack off now?” he asks.
Arm nods. The pressure in his groin is growing, and frustration itches at his core. “Yeah.”
Big hums, a smile spread across his face.
“You could loosen the rope on my legs and fuck my thighs,” Big says. “I’d like that.”
Arm pushes himself up on his elbow, looking over at Big, his eyes still covered with the blindfold. The flush still colours his cheeks. The lines of his body are relaxed now, the tension gone from his shoulders.
“You sure?” Arm asks, stroking down over Big’s shoulder.
Big nods.
Arm reaches down and loosens the rope binding Big’s ankles to the bed, giving him a bit of slack so he can pull his legs up. Big shuffles on the bed, bending his knees and turning his feet outwards to create a channel for Arm to fuck into. The tops of his thighs remain bound by the rope.
“You look so sexy,” Arm says, running one of his hands up Big’s thigh. With his other hand, he pushes his trousers and underwear down over his feet. Big hums as Arm squeezes some lube onto his hand and smears it on the opening of Big’s thighs.
“Cold,” Big mumbles.
Arm squeezes some in his hands, rubbing them together to warm the liquid, then spreads some more between Big’s legs. Then smears some of his own cock. He’s half hard from watching Big and strokes himself to full hardness.
Big looks so enticing, his legs pulled up, a serene smile on his face, eyes still hidden by the blindfold. Arm brackets himself above him and slides his cock between the channel of his thighs. Big flexes his hands where his wrists are bound, and Arm places his hand over his wrist, using him for leverage.
“Feels nice?” Big asks.
“Yeah.” The warmth of Big’s thighs feels so good, sending little bursts of pleasure running up and down his cock as he fucks in and out. Arm grunts - the lube squelches.
“Sounds good.” Big smiles.
Arm speeds up his thrusts, closing his eyes as his orgasm hurtles closer. Pleasure builds in his gut as he fucks in and out of Big’s muscular thighs, chasing his release. It sneaks up on him when he’s pulling out for another stroke; he cries out as the tight band of tension in his abdomen unfurls all at once. Arm’s cock pulses, and he collapses against Big, pressing a kiss across his shoulder.
“You came quickly,” Big mumbles.
Arm hums in affirmation.
“You’re squishing me,” Big complains, resting his thighs flat on the bed again.
Arm rolls off him, lying against his side. He smells of sweat and sex, the cologne he had sprayed fading. Big breathes evenly, his mouth relaxed.
“You want the blindfold off?” Arm asks him.
Big nods. “Leave me tied, though. I want to nap like this for a while.” He yawns, mouth stretching wide like a cat; it reaches all the way down to his toes.
Arm lifts his head at the back of his neck, and slips the blindfold off. Big blinks against the soft light in the room.
“I’ll clean you up.” Arm reaches to the nightstand for the packet of wet wipes, pulls a few out, and begins to wipe the drying come off Big’s thighs and stomach. Gently, Arm takes his cock in hand and wipes Big’s soft cock clean.
Big whines, looking down. “I’m sensitive.”
“I’m all done,” Arm says, moving to wipe himself down with the wipe.
Big yawns again and wrinkles his nose. “Can you scratch my nose?”
Arm chuckles and scratches the tip of his nose.
Big smiles and closes his eyes. “Sleepy,” he mumbles, then almost immediately starts snoring, safe and held by the bonds.
Arm lies next to him, takes a sip of the water, and runs his hands through Big’s soft hair, damp with sweat at the nape of his neck. He cleans his glasses on his T-shirt and moves the vibrator to the floor; he’ll wash it later. Big mumbles in his sleep, and Arm pulls one of the blankets over Big so that he’s not cold once his endorphins start to fade. Big looks so small and fragile under the blanket, breathing regularly and blowing little snorts out of his nose. His hair has flopped over one of his eyes. Arm cuddles into him for a bit, enjoying the warmth of his body against him. He peeks below the blanket, makes sure that none of the ropes are too tight around Big when he’s sleeping.
Warm and settled, Arm reaches over to the bedside table, pulls open the small drawer, and gets out his Game Boy and the small packet of shrimp crackers. He’s starving. He rips the side of the foil so as not to wake Big and takes one of the crackers and eats it. It’s delicious, salty, fishy, and crispy. Making sure he’s got a wipe next to him to wash his fingers on, he launches his game.
He’s played this many times, and the Game Boy is still the same one he had as a kid, fading stickers still stuck to the back. Some of the logos have rubbed off. But it’s his, and it’s something comforting. One of the only things he still has from his childhood. Arm opens his game; he’s preparing to battle against Sabrina, trying to beat the whole game with only rock-type Pokémon. It’s a nice challenge, one he has done before with various other types.
Arm is halfway through battling Abra when Big stirs next to him, yawning and stretching as much as he can.
“You’re crunching,” Big complains. “Smells like shrimp.”
Arm holds the packet in front of Big’s face.
“Well fucking share.” Big huffs. “I’m hungry.”
Arm places a cracker between Big’s lips, and he crunches it.
“Do you want to be untied?” Arm asks him.
Big nods. “Yeah, my shoulder is getting a bit tight.”
Arm places his Game Boy and the crackers down on the bed and begins to untie Big. Big sighs as he released, he’s still floppy and boneless, floating on the high of being restrained.
“Get up slowly,” Arm tells him, as Big pushes himself up on his elbows. Big’s eyes unfocus as he loses his equilibrium.
Big just grumbles and rolls onto his side. Arm pulls the blanket back over them both.
“What are you playing?” Big asks, reaching back into the packet of shrimp crackers and taking a handful.
Arm picks up his Game Boy, and Big cuddles into Arm’s shoulder so he can see the screen.
“Pokémon Yellow,” Arm tells him.
Big wrinkles his nose and squints at the small screen. “Why are all your team rocks?”
“I’m doing a rock-type playthrough,” Arm says, as if that’s the most normal thing in the world. “I did a psychic playthrough, a fire playthrough, a water playthrough...”
“I get it,” Big says. “You are such a nerd.” He throws an arm across Arm’s stomach, feeling over his abs over his tracksuit top. “Ripped though,” Big teases. “You have a good body, almost a shame I was blindfolded. You still have your top on anyway.”
“Nerds can be ripped,” Arm huffs. “I need to be.”
“What, to watch the latest K-drama with Tankhun?” Big laughs.
“And who gets called up whenever we need to do an operation... Who made all the listening devices? Who updated the firmware on all the trackers? Who has the highest score in the firing drill?”
Big leans in for a little sniff kiss to the side of Arm’s neck.
“I know.” His breath tickles the side of Arm’s neck. “You are just fun to tease.”
He snuggles in closer. Arm runs his free hand through Big’s hair, stroking over the shell of his ear in the way he likes. Big takes another cracker and grabs the flask to take another sip of water.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Big asks. “Dunno if I can sleep without the sound of Ken farting all night, it’s kinda my version of white noise.”
Arm continues stroking his hair. “Yeah, of course.” He knows Big will probably move over to Pol’s bed once he’s decided he’s sick of cuddling.
Big looks up at him and smiles, some of the tension gone from his face. He leans against Arm’s shoulder so he can see the screen better.
“Right,” he starts. “I wanna watch you fight with these stupid rocks.”
“They aren’t stupid rocks,” Arm huffs. “They actually have very good physical defence, are very effective against flying types, and solid rock is very good against special moves -”
Big shuts him up with a loud sigh, then shoves a shrimp cracker into Arm’s mouth.
“Just play the game, Arm.”
Arm crunches the cracker, sticks his tongue out at Big, and starts to play, enjoying the warmth of Big pressing against him.