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“Ya’know, for how much you likes to play tough guy when you're on top, you get real cute and desperate for me when it's the other way rounds, huh Julie?” Julian was gonna kill him. What he wanted to shoot back was a snarky retort, but Ricky’s hand deftly squeezed his boner and all that came out was a sharp gasp and a weak “Shut up.”
Julian was laying reclined on the pillows at the head of their bed, beefy arms held over his head with wrists tied to the headboard. The smooth leather handcuffs around his wrists (a gift from the ginger on his birthday after he cornered Julian and wrangled a confession of one of his sexual fantasies out of him) were already looking worn from their increasingly frequent use. Ricky had clicked the lock into place at least twenty-five minutes ago, and he still hadn't gone farther than kissing Julian senseless and grinding his own erection into the raven’s. Julian was growing impatient as fuck, hands yearning to run all over the beautifully bare freckled body in front of him. He was still trapped in his briefs and sweatpants, neglected erection beginning to leak through the fabric. “Come the fuck on, Ricky!”
The stoner leaned back and took in the view. Julian’s lips were red and swollen from his frenzied kissing, perfect hair tousled from Ricky running his hands through it. He admired the marks littering his perfect huge ( so much surface area ) upper body, most of them older and fading. They would be renewed before the night was over. “You fuckin know who's in charges tonight, babe. Yer not getting out of anything.”
His hot gaze ran down Julian’s body as he spoke, the raven squirming as his stare lingered on supple pecs, arched up and out due to his bondage with nipples peaked from arousal. “I'm not tryin to get out of shit, Ricky, just want you to hurry the fuc-” His expletive was cut off by a long choked groan as Ricky’s nimble fingers grabbed both of his tits, thumbs and forefingers pinching his hard buds roughly. “Please Ricky, c’mon-”
Ricky's erection throbbed as he took in his blushing boyfriend, icy blue eyes averted with a cherry red blush spreading across his face and ears. Julian had a lot of weird hang-ups around certain physical things at first (a lifetime of repression does that), but most of them faded away the longer they were together and unable to keep their hands off each other. His bashfulness around his sexy pecs was something that remained still to this day though, probably magnified by knowing how much Ricky liked them. Ricky had no qualms about exploiting this, finding it adorably erotic when he avoided eye contact and blushed prettily, his chest still arching into the contact and hips jerking.
He tore his attention away from perky nipples to his other favorite sight, a hard twitching length practically bulging out of its fabric prison. Julian’s light gray sweatpants only made it look more obscene, the thickness swelling and a spot of moisture forming at the tip as Ricky wrapped his hand around it again. “So hard for me, Jules…” He sounded drunk though he had barely had a drop of alcohol tonight, voice low and pleased.
Huge blue eyes flicked between his hand stroking the aching bulge and the other pinching his nipple, then the delectable faces Julian was making and his hips thrusting desperately into the groping. He was just so damn sexy he stole all of Ricky’s breath away and made him lose track of his thoughts (what thoughts?) every time he looked into those sharp eyes.
Julian felt like he was going insane. Every bit of stimulation on his chest and crotch sent hot jolts through his gut and he had never wanted to break his restraints more than now. Was this really how Ricky felt when he tied him up? He could understand both why he enjoyed it so much and why he dreaded it, though he also knew Ricky enjoyed being tied up and taken care of in a different way.
He felt like a rabid restrained animal, his keeper stroking his jaw gently and promising to satisfy him if he just put some trust into him. He could've sobbed in relief when big gentle hands finally grabbed his waistband and pulled off his last pieces of clothing. The intensity of the gaze leveled at him made the heat in his gut churn and he averted his eyes, feeling his cheeks flame up again.
Ricky doesn't know what in the fuck heaven is supposed to be like, but he's pretty sure this would be it for him, sitting between Julian’s thighs watching the raven shiver as he ran his hands up and down his body. He leaned forward and laid down on top of the older man, trapping their wet cocks together as he buried his face in Julian’s neck. The raven’s shoulders jerked and he groaned, thrusting his hips up into Ricky's and biting at his throat. “Please Rick, I want to touch you.” The ginger moaned at those words, heat flaming up and down his body at the muscle memory of Julian’s hands all over him. ‘I have to stay strong ,’ he repeated in his mind over and over. He wasn't only doing this for the fun of paying Julian back and making him desperate, he also wanted to take his fill of his body without being distracted by his fervent touch.
Steeling his resolve once more, he ran his hands up and down Julian’s bound arms, occasionally squeezing his hands and entwining their fingers while he began to kiss Julian’s neck again. “Don't worry bud, I'm gonna take real good care of you now.” The trail of biting hot kisses he left on his way down his body made the raven’s head spin and he moaned unabashedly now, arching desperately into the greedy touching.
Muscled thighs spread unconsciously as he watched his boyfriend make his way between his legs, pompadour brushing his abs as Ricky pressed hungry kisses and licks around neatly trimmed dark pubes. Julian’s cock bobbed needily, twitching as if it felt Ricky’s smug gaze focus on it suddenly with razor sharp intensity. Julian gulped.
The first brush of soft lips against the head of his dick had him throwing his head back and groaning. Ricky licked down the side of his length and slooowly ran his clever tongue down the center of Julian’s heavy ballsack. Julian’s wrecked shout of his name (“Ricky, FUCK come on-” ) had the ginger’s head spinning already as he gently kissed back up to the weeping head. A quick kitten lick and tiny kiss was his only warning before he suddenly sunk deep onto Julian’s cock. Nearly getting the thick rod all the way down his throat on the first try, he pressed down until he seized up and choked around it. Julian thrashed and bellowed, his chest heaving and hips jerking as the hot wet heat threatened to make him blow already. Feeling electrifying quakes going through his body every time Ricky swallowed or moaned, he mustered up the strength to open his eyes and look down on him.
He was met with a sight straight out of his wet dreams, one he really always had to pinch himself after seeing to make sure this was reality.
Ricky had most of his pulsing cock shoved into his throat, swollen lips massaging near the base and Adam's apple bobbing as his throat tried to reject the intrusion. He looked like the cat that got the cream, dark eyes smug and dreamy and satisfied. He watched the stoner breathe in deep through his nostrils and then brace himself, taking the last inch of thick cock into his mouth and burying his nose in Julian’s pubes. He had never looked prettier, leaking eyes and nose running, throat constricting and moaning and whimpering around the cock in his mouth, shamelessly breathing in as much of Julian’s raw musk as he could. Julian cried out, his voice deeper and rawer than he'd ever heard from himself, and had to screw his eyes shut again, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm churning in his gut.
Fuck, he really wanted to come with Ricky. He looked back down at the ginger making a valiant attempt to die of oxygen deprivation on his cock. “Ricky, please, fuck-” The stoner eventually finally had to pull off for air, gasping and panting after Julian’s dick popped out with a soft wet noise. It took everything in the older’s power to not go over the edge and come all over his euphoric expression, tearing his eyes away from glistening lips. “You okay?” He watched as the younger coughed hard and nodded, sniffling and wiping his eyes, and bit his lip at the satisfaction that brewed hot in his stomach at seeing him wrecked.
Ricky admired his now soaked dark pink length, throbbing and fit to burst. “Poor baby, looks like you're bouta ‘splode. Want me to take care of it?” The grin that spread across precum and saliva smeared lips was so dirty that Julian felt like his body caught on actual fire, and then the world went blurry and suddenly the pressure around his wrists changed and everything spun and then Ricky was under him. The shocked look on his face would've made Julian laugh if he wasn't just as surprised, eyes snapping to his wrists on either side of Ricky's head where the cuffs still sat, broken chains dangling sadly. Both of them sat there in dumbstruck silence for a few moments before bursting out in laughter. “Fuck, I'm sorry-” Julian was able to get out before Ricky tackled him, rolling them back over.
“‘s real flattering to know I can drives you so crazy, Jules,” the sultry chuckle in his ear and the hips thrusting into his let him know quickly that his mistake was more than welcome. 'Of course Ricky would find that shit hot' he thought with fond exasperation and a heady underlying satisfaction. His hands, delightfully free, were finally able to grab onto the tantalizing body that’s been taunting him for so long. “Damn, I am gonna miss those cuffs though. We sure hads some good times with em.” He chucked at Ricky's pout, leaning up to kiss it off his lips.
“I'll buy you new, better ones, baby.” With that Ricky remembered why he wanted to tie Julian up so bad in the first place; big, hot hands roamed wildly over his body, groping and caressing everywhere while his skin suddenly felt ten times more sensitive. “Hold-d on, I’m still in charges here!” Even the way he said it was shaky and flustered, but Julian indulged him and settled his hands on his waist with a tight squeeze and forlorn sigh.
Ricky slipped back into dom mode quickly and rewarded him with a hard, slow grind of his hips, grinning and rubbing their dripping cocks together so deliciously between them. “FUCK!” Julian really wasn't going to last. His hands scrabbled at Ricky’s hips. “I'm gonna come- fuck Rick hold on-” Ricky gave no signs of stopping, a delighted open grin on his lips and in his eyes that only ever showed at his most comfortable. The raven’s heart squeezed as tightly as the heat coiled in his stomach. “Go ahead bud, good things you're nots coming only once tonight.” He spat into his hand and wrapped it around both of them, his big hand barely even wrapping fully around their full thickness. He squeezed just right and only had to jack them once, twice, while his free hand reached up and tweaked a nipple before Julian was shouting and spurting all over their grinding cocks. He arched sharply and cried out, riding his orgasm with thrusting hips and a bruising grip.
Ricky groaned at the sight of his strong frame arching in rapture, barely holding himself back from coming as well. He wanted to come with the raven inside him, after he'd blown his mind AGAIN. He kept stroking his lover, collecting his thick spend and lifting his hand to lick it up. “Fuck’s sakes Rick…” Julian groaned at the sight, trying to act like he didn't like it but his still half-hard cock twitched against his quivering abdomen. Ricky cleaned off his hand, making exaggerated slurping noises and moans just to watch the flush crawl up Julian's neck again.
He was interrupted abruptly when his lover grabbed his neck and crushed their mouths together, body tensing and threatening to turn them over again. He grabbed Julian’s shoulders and pressed him down, fighting him for the upper hand in their make out. As much as he'd love to get pounded into the mattress, that wasn't his plan for that night. He broke the kiss and turned to Julian’s neck, harshly biting and sucking at his boyfriend’s pulse.
Julian’s world was hazy, his body fiery with growing arousal again while still heavy and shaky from his orgasm. His whole world was zeroed down to the stoner hovering over him (when was it not though?), his earnest eyes looking right through him and hands touching him with a reverence and care that he'd never felt from anyone else. He just wanted to be CLOSE TO HIM whywashedrawingthisoutso LONG? Ricky paused to admire his desperate expression for a second. ‘ Yeah, I totally gets why Julian likes this so much. This was a successesful job done on my parts.’ Satisfaction lit up his body and warmed his chest as he gazed on his wrecked lover.
“Please, Rick…” Julian’s plea was weak, his eyes averted from Ricky’s adoring stare and his fist coming up to half-hide his face. Ricky's answer was to stay silent for once, grinning lecherously and grabbing Julian’s thighs. He spread them wide and bent his knees back so his hole was exposed, chuckling when the raven immediately clapped both of his hands over his burning face and squeaked. “C’mon Julie, it's not like it's anything I haven't seen before” He didn't give the man time to answer before he pressed the flat of his tongue to the twitching muscle and lapped at it like he was sweetly coaxing it to open up.
The shout Julian let out could have woken the whole park up if it wasn't muffled. “Get yer hands off! You know I wanna hear all those sweet moans, baby!” His face, ears, and neck were practically beet red and his keening pitched up in volume as Ricky enthusiastically doubled his efforts, suckling and kissing at his sensitive skin and drooling everywhere. He let go of his face to twist his fingers in the black sheets below him and grab at ginger curls. The raven's head span as his ears filled with the wet squelching noises of his lover feasting and heat pounded through his body like a waterfall. Ricky’s hands came up to play with his nipples again. and he cried out sharply. His cock was fully hard once more, leaking against his abdomen and he thought about Ricky’s legendary sex reputation. ‘ He really deserves the praise. ’
The stoner in question flipped Julian over and grabbed his hips, maneuvering him into position with his face in a pillow and ass arched into the air. ‘ Okay, he's still embarrassing as hell though. ’ His thoughts lost their coherency after that as Ricky went back to work, grabbing the lube for himself while the older was distracted. Julian doesn't know how long he spent on all fours like that, in heavenly bliss while Ricky moaned into his hole.
He was just beginning to beg for more when the ginger flipped him back over and straddled his hips. “I thought you were going to fuck me-” He choked on his question as Ricky reached behind him with a wet hand, lubing up Julian’s cock and pressing it to his own hole and then pressing his slick fingers to the other’s entrance. “I was gonna do this, so kind ofs. Do you want me to just fuck you instead?” ‘ He's gonna be the fucking death of me. Where does he come up with this shit?’ Even as the thought ran through his head, his body pushed up eagerly against the other’s. “No! Uh, this is good. But wait, let me prepare you, you can't just take me like that- aaaahhhh FUCK!!”
Ricky sunk down onto Julian's cock while pushing a finger into his wet hole, only able to take him halfway before stopping and panting (he's not very good at stretching himself when he’s horny, but he doesn't mind the pain). “I prepared myself while I was eatin ya out!” His smug smirk was fogged by ecstasy as he lifted his hips and then dropped back down, sucking more of Julian’s throbbing length into his tight heat. ‘ Fuck, I’m nots gonna last long.’ “You little slut, should've let me do it-” He slipped another finger into his lover’s entrance and scissored, fingering him open and searching for- “-fucking fuck Rickyyyy GOD SHIT!” there it was.
This was the best idea Ricky's ever had. The noises Julian was making and the image of him falling apart under him was going to be burned in his brain forever. “No one else can ever makes you feel likes I do, JulIAAN~” He was falling apart now too, voice cracking and thighs trembling, trying his best to keep riding and move his fingers. He may have overestimated how much he would be able to concentrate once he was being dug out (every push inside him blanked his mind completely), combined with how pent up he was from working Julian up. ‘Fuck !’
Julian saw the trouble he was having and took the opening, holding Ricky tight and thrusting up, solidly nailing his prostate. “FUUUUCK JULES!” Ricky curled his fingers hard into Julian’s own spot causing his hips to jerk wildly, and the two roared in unison. From then on it was a desperate race on who could make the other bust first. It soon became clear Julian had the upper hand, having come once already and his position laying down making it easy for him to just grab Ricky and pound away. The stoner, on the other hand, was shrieking with every thrust, the air being punched out of his lungs and his core churning. His fingers were cramping and his legs were beginning to give out. “Fuck-fucking shit I’m so close, Julian fuck-” He pressed his free hand to his lower abdomen and practically sobbed.
Something in Julian snapped and in the next second Ricky was pinned under him, surprised moan swallows by hungry lips. He felt the ball of lava in his stomach clench tight and broke away, burying his face in Ricky’s neck and listening to his broken screams.
“So-so SO FUCKING GOOD god you're so deep please Julian fuck I love you so much-” His thighs were spread and pinned, muscular hips above him picking up speed and slamming home so, so, so good- “FUUUUCKK YEAHH Iloveyou- Iloveyou- Ilovesyousomuch Julian god yersofuckinggggoood-” His last long, languid, guttural exclamation sent Julian over the edge as well as he came long and hard between their bodies, crying so prettily. Julian pushed in as deep as he could and ground his hips in jerky circles, groaning his own utterance of love into Ricky’s ear. He held him tight and milked both of their orgasms for a while, only stopping when it felt like his dick was going to be ripped off by Ricky’s overstimulated insides. Julian didn’t realize he had collapsed onto Ricky until the ginger wheezed and tapped at his shoulder.
“Sorry, baby.” He rolled onto his side, still inside Ricky, and breathed while the world slowly pieced itself back together. The room stunk of sex and weed and the two of them, and Julian wanted to bottle it to smell it forever. His body was leaden and sore (tomorrow he'd feel like a truck hit him but it'd still be worth it) and he was having a hard time catching his breath through the aftershocks. Ricky wasn't faring any better, his breathing ragged and unsteady, but his eyes were bright and lucid and practically gushing love as he looked over Julian in return.
“So hows was that?” Julian raised an eyebrow at the question, sighing. ‘ Ever so eager to please, huh?’
“It sucked.” He deadpanned, glancing pointedly at the mess between them. His stoic expression almost immediately crumbled away into laughter as Ricky punched him in the shoulder, a pout on his lips but mirth in his eyes. “It was obviously awesome, bud. Though, I've gotta get these damn things off my wrists.”
“Oh shit, I forgot about those!”