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P3 woke up in an old room, blinking a few times before his blurred vision was cleared and he realized he was in his living room. A chilling air hit him from head to toe, sending shivers down his spine. Looking down, he realized he was naked and couldn't move. His wrists were bound tightly to the arms of a chair, rope digging gently against his skin. His legs were spread and tied down as well, leaving him open and completely exposed.
From the bathroom came the sing-song voice of his boyfriend, who was getting ready. P3 could hear the sound of movement and rustling just a few steps away.
“I hope the ropes aren’t too tight on you~” P1 said as he opened the door, turning off the light before walking into the room.
P3 gasped when he saw him; his usual indoor clothes had been replaced with a tight, grimy pleather outfit that showed off his curves under the dark sheen of fake leather. He wore a sleeveless black tank top, elbow-length gloves that were a bit rough at the ends, a pair of black leather shorts with garter straps and distressed mesh leggings and high buckle boots that completed the look. The sight left P3’s mouth hanging open in shock. He had never seen his boyfriend dressed in such kinky, fetishwear like that before. His anticipation alone had him squirming, already half hard and cursing under his breath as he realized the situation he was in.
P1 circled him slowly, calm and confident in a way that made P3’s stomach twist with excitement. He looked like a man who already knew he was going to win and that only furthered down P3 feelings. He stopped just behind him, wrapping his arms loosely around P3's neck, the cold texture of the fabric making him flinch unconsciously as his boyfriend's lips brushed his ear, his warm breath sending tingles to P3.
“What do you think?” P1’s voice was low, controlled, alluring. He tilted P3’s chin up to look at between his fingers. “Pretty cool, right?”
P3 nodded, breath shaky. “Yes… sir.”
A satisfied smile curved P1’s lips. He gave soft kisses to the man with deliberate slowness, whispering sweet nothings to his ear to reassure him. When his hand moved from his shoulders past his chest to finally landing on his thigh, P3 gasped.
P1 took his time, massaging and relieving tension in his muscles, until finally wrapped his gloved fingers around P3’s cock. P3 jerked helplessly but couldn’t move far with the ropes holding him down. He moaned instantly, already too sensitive.
“Relax.” P1 kissed his cheek as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “We are only starting.”
His strokes were unhurried at first. Teasing. Testing. He watched every reaction closely. When P3 bit back a cry, P1 tightened his grip just a bit and pumped faster, making him leak.
“Already close?” P1 chuckled softly. “That is adorable.”
P3 swallowed a sob, chest heaving. “Please… I need it.”
“No begging yet.” P1’s tone snapped sharper. “You come when I say.”
P3 whimpered, thighs trembling against the restraints. P1 let go just as he was about to tip over the edge. The denial ripped a frustrated noise from him, half cry, half curse. P1 leaned in and kissed him hard, claiming his mouth while his free hand tugged gently at P3’s hair, ghosting the words “You will take everything I give you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” P3 panted, trying unsuccessfully to close the space between his thighs, the ties around his shins leaving marks on the skin.
P1 returned to stroking him, faster this time, movements slick and merciless. P3’s head fell back as his body arched, tears prickling from how desperately he needed release. P1 stopped again. P3 growled with frustration, his tip red with furious neediness.
“You look so good, pathetic like that.” P1 traced a thumb across P3’s cheek, catching the tear before it fell. “You are going to make a mess for me, yeah?”
P3 shook with need. His cock twitched, leaking more with every second. P1 wrapped both hands around him now, milking him with steady, unstoppable pressure.
“No escape,” P1 whispered against his ear.
That was all it took. P3 came hard, choking on a ragged moan as his body convulsed. The orgasm left him shaking, breath crushed into short, broken sobs.
P1 didn’t stop; instead, he stroked him with even greater firmness. P3 cock ached with such fervor, his eyes flew wide. “Fuck- I'm gonna cum again,” He let out a shaky laugh, squirming under those ropes to no avail. He cried out louder as overstimulation crashed over him, tears forming in his eyes as he murmured for his boyfriend to stop. P1 kissed the corner of his mouth, voice warm despite the intensity of his actions. “You can take more. I know you can.”
His hands kept working him through every tremor and whimper relentlessly while he rubbed his palm on the tip of the sensitive member, squeezing his balls . P3’s body writhed in the ropes, desperate and overwhelmed, pleasure and torment mixing until he couldn’t separate them.
“Sit still,” P1 gave a malicious yet sweet smile to him, giving a light slap on his thigh. “I've got you. Let go for me, handsome.” He added, voice low and adoring.
He bucked forward instinctively, pressing against P1 touch with unrestrained need, fucking into the others fit, chasing his climax in erratic thrusts, holding back moans and shaking erratically under his boyfriend’s palm like a small puddle. His voice cracked, pleading. “Please, don't stop.”
P1 only chuckled to him, watching the display with dark amusement that was half affection, half control. His voice came out sweet yet imposing, threaded with a low laugh that vibrated against the air between them. “I would never.” he murmured. His gaze lingered on P3’s face, drinking in every twitch, every tremor that displayed how close he was to his coming crescendo.
P3 gave one last hoarse grunt before he came again, a raw scream breaking from his throat as his muscles gave out completely. P1 slowed only once he felt P3’s limit, easing him down gently as he sobbed through the final pulses.
P1 kissed his damp cheeks, whispering against his skin. “That is my good boy.” He untied him carefully, rubbing circulation back into his wrists. P3 collapsed into his arms, breathing hard, clinging to him like he needed P1 to stay upright.
“By the way, you moan like a sissy.” P1 laughed, holding him close. P3's only response to that was a sheepish huff, his body too heavy, too sensitive, and his mind too fogged with oxytocin to process anything besides giving small reactions.
P3 woke up with a yell, startling his boyfriend who sat beside him writing in his journal. They were still in bed, morning light filtering in, early enough to stay curled up together for a few more hours.
“What was that?” P1 asked, his concern flickering across his face as he set his pen and notebook aside.
P3, flushed and dazed, took a moment to process the wet dream he’d just had before he looked at the man he shared a life with.
“I think I just got the best idea for how to spend Halloween at home,” he murmured, sliding an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
P1 gave him a confused look before P3 added, with a sly smile, “Say, pretty boy, do you still have those leather clothes from when we went to see that rock band live?”