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Mio stood by, watching as his trussed up boyfriend tried to fight against the tightness of his bonds.
Shun wiggled and squirmed as the vibrator continued to hammer at his prostate, his whines and groans drifting through the air.
Mio had decided that Shun had been too stressed as of lately, his overthinking causing him to spiral. For the life of him he couldn't understand why the man never took care of himself, simply continuously going until he had nearly dropped from exhaustion.
So when they had woken up on Saturday, Mio declared that they would be having a day inside.
And once breakfast was done and a little bit of talking had occurred, Shun laid on the bed, bone weary tiredness slowly slipping away as Mio worked the silk ties around his limbs.
It was not often these days that they got to participate in such play, their busy day to day life getting in the way. But with a free weekend and no visitors, Mio was about to empty out Shun’s mind.
It was a beautiful sight, the more reserved man of the two panting desperately as he was slowly pulled apart with pleasure.
Mio makes his way around the bed, fingers trailing across sweat damp skin. He leans down and offers kisses, flicking taunt nipples while cascading fingers across the hardened cock.
He was on his way towards his third orgasm, his whole body raising up off the sheets as his hips tried to expel the vibrator.
“No no.” Mio scolds, reaching between his legs and re-adjusting the silk tie that held the prostate massager in place.
“We're getting one more out of you, then you'll be nice and quiet, okay?”
He didn't wait for a response, simply beginning the process of stroking his half mast cock.
He knew he was being mean, but after over half a decade of being together, he knew just what was needed to remind his man that he was loved and that he didn't need to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
He strokes him with precision, touching him in all the ways that he knew would bring him closer to the edge.
Shun was reluctant, his eyes wide as his oversensitive phallus continued to be manipulated.
Even as he resisted his orgasm fast approached, his trust and safety that was only felt in the presence of Mio gliding him through the doors of white blinding pleasure.
And as sad spurts of clear liquid dribble down his cock, he collapses, eyes cloudlessly wandering to the ceiling.
Mio is quick this time, wiping him down and cleaning him up. He gives him a cup of water from the bedside table, whispering words of praise and appreciation.
He holds him like that, refusing to let go. And as they drift towards the land of sleep, he knew that he would forever love this man.