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“Did no one ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?”
“How—” Archie began and stopped. Daniel’s breath on his very hard cock was making speech—or even thought—impossibly difficult. “How am I meant to keep my hands to myself when you—” He choked on his words as Daniel’s thumb brushed over his slit.
“I am an artist. Do not interfere in my work, or I shall have to take measures.”
“I’m not interfering.” Archie’s fingers brushed Daniel’s cheek. “I like touching you. I thought you liked me touching you.” He let his hand drift up to Daniel’s hair.
“And I am trying to touch you,” Daniel said, leaning out of his reach. Archie’s fingers clenched automatically, longing for Daniel’s soft hair. “Don’t distract me.” He leaned off the bed, reaching for his discarded clothes from the night before. “This should work nicely. Hands.”
Archie automatically extended his arms, allowing Daniel to slip his green silk necktie around Archie’s wrists. The fabric was cool on his bare skin, and he gave a startled gasp when Daniel pulled it tight and tied it.
“There,” he said, sounding satisfied, “that should suit our purposes. A reminder to you not to touch.”
Daniel pushed him back on the bed, and Archie lay there, hands bound in front of him, gaze unfocused. It certainly was a reminder, and while Daniel got back to work on his cock, Archie’s thoughts were focused on the feeling of having his wrists tied. It was a reminder indeed, burned into his brain, that exquisite feeling of constraint every time he tugged at the bond. He was hardly conscious of Daniel’s mouth on his cock, so enhanced was the experience by his bound hands. Perhaps it was an accident that he came harder than usual, his wrists tugging against the tie as his hips bucked off the bed.
He lay dazed for a moment until Daniel appeared in his vision.
“Are you quite all right, my dear?” He brushed Archie’s hair back from his damp forehead. “I’m afraid I’ve shocked you terribly. Let me get this off. Sometimes, I fear, I get quite carried away and forget myself, but you must—”
Daniel’s normally-deft fingers were stumbling over themselves to untie Archie’s hands, and Archie nearly bit his tongue in his urgency to get the word out. “No.”
Daniel stopped, regarding him silently, perfectly-shaped eyebrow quirked inquisitively. “No?” The soft tone of his question was erotic enough to make Archie almost feel he was going to get hard again.
There was a whisper of silk as the tie left his wrists suddenly bereft. “Archie Curtis, are you saying you liked that?”
“Yes. Well—” Archie’s thoughts were muddled. It seemed silly that just having a necktie around his hands should have enhanced the experience so, but Daniel was so intoxicating on his own, anything he did was bound to drive Archie wild with need. He tried to demonstrate with his wrists how it had felt to be constrained, but unbound, he was simply able to move them apart, which wasn’t the thing at all and went no way to communicating what he was trying to say. “Tugging at it, you see—Could feel it, you know.”
“I do know, as it happens.” Daniel’s eyelashes lowered. God, he was going to get hard again. “Thank you for this useful information.”
Archie exhaled as Daniel’s weight left him, missing that, too. “What are you going to do about it?” He knew he ought to get up but the experience of having his hands bound by Daniel’s necktie had robbed him of his faculties.
“Now, now,” Daniel admonished. “Mustn’t give away the surprise. Besides, we have an appointment to keep.
At least Archie wasn’t being rushed out of Daniel’s rooms because his uncle had appeared at the boarding house. That wasn’t an experience Archie wanted to repeat. As much as Daniel insisted they avoid any appearance of impropriety, Archie decided he would bring a bag of his own things over next time.
Because the tie Daniel was coming at him for him to wear was that tie, the one his hands had been bound with, and Daniel was winding it around Archie’s neck like he was a maiden garlanding a statue.
“There,” he said, securing the knot against Archie’s throat. “You’re ready to face Whitehall, I think.”
Archie’s fingers twitched to loosen his collar. He was the opposite of ready to face a day under his uncle’s scrutiny with the ghost of Daniel’s fingers on his bound hands. He touched the green silk again, swallowing hard at the memory of being restrained. If Daniel noticed his distress, he said nothing, but simply led the way out of his rooms with a sway of his hips.
**
“Is something wrong with your necktie, Curtis?” Daniel’s drawling observation startled him out of yet another reverie brought on by the rub of his wrist against green silk. He had tried to be subtle about it, but had evidently failed. He hadn’t touched it all morning, but by lunchtime, he’d been allowing himself to run a fingertip over it now and again.
It was a rare occasion that they did a full day in Whitehall. For one thing, Daniel insisted it undermined the secret in secret agent if he was regularly to be seen gadding about government buildings. For another, Daniel was seldom called upon to do anything beyond provide a report following an incident, and because he was always so thorough in writing, he rarely needed to be extensively questioned. Sir Maurice preferred discretion where Daniel was concerned.
Having to spend the day reviewing past reports was probably what had put Daniel in such a flirtatious mood—he wanted to remind Sir Maurice why he functioned better outside of Whitehall.
“No.” Archie dropped his hands to the desktop.
“If you’d like me to adjust it for you, only say the word.” Daniel was looking at him over the top of the file he was perusing, managing to make even office work sultry. Archie was going to have a problem with his trousers if he wasn’t careful.
“I should be all right.” Archie opened that morning’s copy of the Times, left behind by another agent, and tried to forget all about neckwear and long fingers and clever mouths and wicked ideas. He put the newspaper aside when reading about government bonds sent his mind inappropriate places.
“Come back to mine tonight?” he asked, once he’d noticed Daniel signing the bottom of his final page with a flourish that suggested the work was done.
Daniel’s seemingly innocent smile was anything but. “Did you have plans?” He gathered his papers and rose from his seat.
“Nothing in particular,” Archie said, because he couldn’t very well say in the middle of the office, I want you to tie my hands behind my back and let me take your cock in my mouth.
Besides, he didn’t need to say anything because Daniel took on the look of the cat who’d got the cream. “I’m sure nothing in particular can be arranged.”
Archie’s heart pounded in anticipation as Daniel gathered up his papers, and he busied himself going to fetch their coats, stopping himself before he almost skipped in the hallway. He couldn't be certain Daniel would tie him up again, but the wanting was strong enough that he hoped Daniel would simply know.
The cab ride was an interminable crawl through London evening traffic and once in his flat, Archie had called for dinner before they even had their coats off.
“Someone’s eager,” Daniel teased, hanging up his coat.
Eager to get through the business of eating so they could move on, Archie thought. He could not have been a scintillating dinner companion, as distracted as he was throughout the whole meal. He didn’t let himself touch the necktie, not with the way Daniel was scrutinizing him.
“Now,” Daniel said, sitting back in his chair when they’d at last finished. “What did you have in mind?”
Archie’s mouth went dry as he was faced with explaining what he wanted. Without thinking about it, his right hand moved to the necktie, which had sat against his throat all day in the neat knot Daniel had tied. He slipped his finger into the knot and loosened it, pulling the tie off with a swish of silk. Suddenly, he felt as if he could breathe again, though he also found he was getting hard. Somehow his body had developed an association between the tie coming off and another purpose it was about to be set to.
And then a thought occurred to him, cold as a splash of water on the raging fire within him. “This would never actually hold me if I wanted to get out, mind,” Archie said, turning the tie over in his hands. “You'd need something stronger.”
Daniel’s eyes hooded. “Well, as you may have noticed, I don’t carry the means with which to tie men up about with me, so I haven't anything more than that. Nor, I suppose, do you.” He paused. “Though if you're truly interested, I do have an idea of how something like that can be obtained.”
Archie opened his mouth but he had no idea how to communicate how captivating the thought was. It was burned into his brain like the catchiest music hall song, rendering him unable to think of anything else.
“Or…” Daniel stroked his chin. He was studying Archie with a new intensity that made Archie suspect Daniel knew the tenor of his thoughts. It was freeing not to have to explain himself; he felt his shoulders sag in almost physical relief. “Of course you could have got out of the tie if you truly wanted to. So there's no reason you couldn't simply… pretend.”
“Pretend?” It didn't make sense but Archie was desperate to grab on to anything that would be remotely close to what he was imagining.
“It would be on your honor. Hold your hands behind your back, for example, and keep them there for no reason other than that's how I want you to suck me off.”
The blood rushed downward so quickly Archie felt light-headed. The hairs on the back of his neck had risen at the idea, the thought of Daniel having such an opinion. “So I would just not move?” On the face of it, it seemed absurdly simple.
“Do you think you can?” Daniel’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “You had such trouble this morning.”
The competitive urge overcame Archie in that moment. His adam’s apple bobbed. “I say I can.”
“Prove it then,” Daniel said lazily. “Suck me off with your hands behind your back, as though they were tied there.”
Archie’s cock was almost painfully hard as he got up from the table. Calling for the dishes to be taken away could wait until the morning.
Daniel settled himself on the couch in the sitting room in a manner that brought to mind a debauched king. He undid his own trousers which was perhaps even more powerfully enticing than if Archie had done it; he looked as if he were waiting for nothing more than for Archie to serve him
“Hands behind your back, remember?” Daniel said, when he noticed where Archie’s gaze had been drawn. “I thought I would give you a helping start.”
Archie lowered himself to his knees and put his hands behind his back. He imagined a silk necktie binding them and something inside him leapt eagerly. He leaned forward and lowered his mouth onto Daniel’s cock.
“Yes,” Daniel murmured, brushing his fingers against the side of Archie’s head, a light skim through his hair. “This is how I want you. Just your mouth on my cock.”
Archie swept his tongue down the underside of Daniel’s shaft, wanting to take him deep, wanting to prove he could do all that he’d been working on the past few months as well as hold the position. He felt his wrists part and clamped them together. The fact that nothing was keeping his wrists together did indeed dominate his thoughts. Nothing but his own will, and because Daniel had asked it of him.
Daniel was certainly not keeping his hands to himself, continuing to stroke Archie’s hair as he took Daniel even deeper. Daniel threw his head back and hissed, fingernails scraping Archie’s scalp.
“Good Lord, when did you learn that?”
Archie made a satisfied noise. To have taken Daniel by surprise was glorious in and of itself. His wrists came apart a hair but he clamped them together again.
“Good,” Daniel said again, voice and touch gentle again. The light dance of fingers on the back of his neck was going right to his cock. “You’re doing so well.” His hand moved down to cup Archie’s jaw, making Archie look up at him. “How lovely you look with my cock in your mouth and your hands behind your back.”
Archie made an involuntary sound as Daniel’s thumb moved over the corner of his mouth. He began to move slowly, trying to keep his lips sealed and his hands in place, wanting to render Daniel incoherent. He tried to relax his throat; he was not quite at Daniel’s level, but he had been trying in the past few months….
Daniel’s fingers curled in his hair and pulled and it was with everything he had that Archie kept his wrists from coming apart as Daniel spilled down his throat.
“Fucking hell,” Daniel said faintly. His fingers had gone limp, though they were still wound through Archie’s hair. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d been practicing.”
Archie pulled his mouth from Daniel’s cock, slowly, half wishing he could stay there forever.
“You were spectacular.” Daniel was slumped against the back of the couch, his hand still on Archie’s head. Archie settled his cheek on Daniel’s thigh, as Daniel began to stroke his hair once again. “You have more than earned—whatever you want. God, you still have your hands behind your back.”
Archie grinned. “My knee’s been better,” he said, clearing his throat, “but I can still do that.”
“Well.” Daniel slid to the edge of the couch. “Why don’t we give your knee a rest? Lie down on your back. If you like, you can try your hands in a new position. Yes—right there above your head. And tell me how you’d like for me to make you come.”