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His hands were up, in the cuffs, the familiar pose always carrying that tingle of anticipation knowing that for the foreseeable future, his body would be Ethan’s to play with.
This time was different though.
He was fully naked. He could still feel the echo of Ethan’s kiss on his mouth. And he was wearing a blindfold. It made keeping his feet under him just that bit more of a challenge.
Surprise me, he had encouraged Ethan.
Ethan had said he was going to try out the new flogger first, but he was taking his time. Soft fingers touched his hip, the palm of a hand stroked down his back, a gentle tug on his nipple ring. He could feel Ethan step back, could almost hear him breathe. Nothing happened.
“Eth?” Damiano finally asked.
“Yes.” Ethan sounded a little startled.
“Is this part of the plan? Or are you getting sidetracked?”
To his surprise, the blindfold was pushed up onto his forehead. He looked into Ethan’s smiling face.
“I was getting sidetracked.” Ethan looked a little embarrassed at this admission, and when he started chuckling Damiano laughed out loud.
Oh, Ethan was so cute.
“If it works better for you we can get straight to the fucking. You’re in charge, we can do whatever you want.”
“No,” Ethan assured him, still smiling with a twinkle in his eye. “I promised you - we will try the new flogger. And I will surprise you. But you’re just…” Ethan took a step back, letting his gaze roam down Damiano’s body, looking almost amazed. He shook his head, stepped closer again, hand on Damiano’s hip as he kissed his jaw right next to his ear and whispered, “One of these days, I will just throw you down and fuck you.”
A soft moan escaped Damiano’s lips.
Ethan chuckled at his reaction, looking pleased. “But I have other plans today. I will concentrate now. Ready?”
“I’ve been ready since-”
A finger over his mouth shut him up. “Shhh.” Ethan was smiling and looked happily smug as he pulled down the blindfold again.
Damiano loved, just loved, how light-hearted Ethan was about all this. Since their last time together, something wonderfully joyful had come over him. Damiano felt it too. It made his heart feel too large for his chest.
A few moments later, the flogger hit his ass and Damiano jerked away a bit despite himself.
He bit his lip. He loved all of this.
—
He couldn’t go all out. They were about to leave for tour and Damiano would hate having to cover up his body during the show. Or to be seriously unable to sit down on their long flight. He had to rein himself in.
Today wasn’t about pushing Damiano’s limits with pain, anyway. Today was about pleasure, finding out what would make Damiano tick.
A whole new world to explore.
Ethan was excited about this.
Maybe someday soon he’d tie Damiano to the bed and trace the outline of all his tattoos with his tongue until Damiano begged him to fuck him, put his fingers in him and massage his prostate until he lost it, sucking on that pierced nipple and watch him-
Ethan realized his arm had stopped mid-air. He shook himself out of his train of thought. Damiano was right here and he had to stop getting distracted by all the new possibilities.
Damiano’s ass and back had a faint red glow to them, and the other man was moaning softly. He knew this was hardly pushing Damiano. But Ethan knew Damiano was hard.
Ethan had been hard since he’d shackled Damiano up, waiting until he could act out his plans.
–
Damiano found himself sinking into the warm, buzzing feeling on his backside, accentuated by the sharp stings finding his skin at steady intervals.
Until it stopped.
Ethan had stepped close to him, chest almost touching his back. “Damiano,” he said huskily.
“Mmmm,” Damiano replied.
“I need to have you. Right here. Can you take me?”
He gasped softly, then uttered a quiet moan. Oh god. Right there? “Yes. Anything you want.”
He didn’t care if it might hurt. He didn’t care if it was awkward. The very idea of being cuffed up in this vulnerable position and Ethan not being able to resist him-
All thoughts left his mind when he was breached - clearly not Ethan’s cock, not yet, but eager, slick fingers that pressed into him, slowly sinking deeper. As those fingers worked him open Damiano could feel the heat pulsing through him, throbbing on the rhythm of his quickened heartbeat. He had to stay with it though, stay on his feet, Ethan didn’t like him to hang on the cuffs because it might hurt him-
Then the fingers were gone, and Damiano nearly choked on his breath when Ethan started pressing into him. He had seemed almost larger than he could handle last time, but this time, struggling to make his muscles find the right state of relaxation, his head was swimming, he really wasn’t sure- fuck-
“Shhh, Damia. I’ve got you, lean on me.” An arm around his chest, kisses to his shoulder, a soothing hum. “I’ve got you.” A hand around his cock, gentle but confident, and as Damiano leaned back he took more of Ethan, his whole world behind the blindfold narrowing down to Ethan inside him, Ethan around him, Ethan’s soft encouraging hums, his small groan of pleasure.
—
He wasn’t sure how long it continued, the struggle to stay upright in Ethan’s strong arms, Ethan rocking into him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his lower belly. It was overwhelming, hypnotizing. But then he was suddenly empty. He whined in confusion and need.
“Okay, baby. Can you stand by yourself?”
What way was up? It was dark, he was lost if not for the arms around him.
Baby.
“Did you come?” he mumbled. He didn’t come. He wanted to continue, somehow find a way to completion, he needed-
“No. We’re not done playing yet. But I don’t think you’re capable of standing up anymore.”
If Ethan said so, it must be true. He leaned heavily against the strong body behind him.
“I’m going to unshackle you. Do you need me to take off your blindfold?”
Why was Ethan talking to him like he could make decisions?
A few seconds passed.
“I am not sure you are with me enough to safeword. Everything will be gentle from now on. But I’ll keep the blindfold on.” A soft kiss to his shoulder. “I’m going to move around you.”
Ethan never let him go while he moved. His arms were gently let down, guided around Ethan’s body.
Having the use of his arms drew him back slightly to the present. “Eth,” he whispered, his head on Ethan’s shoulder as his hands found soft skin over hard muscle, caressing it absentmindedly. He swallowed, pushed himself to add voice to his whisper, to let Ethan know he meant it. “I know how to safeword. Please. Do what you want.”
“I just want to be good to you.”
“You’re so good to me.” The words tumbled out of Damiano’s mouth in a sigh of truth.
A moment’s hesitation, then a soft murmur next to his ear. “I wasn’t really done flogging you.”
The soft, shuddering moan leaving Damiano’s mouth was one of despair and arousal. Could he take it? All he knew is how badly he wanted to try.
Ethan cursed softly under his breath. “Okay. Let’s try it.”
Damiano’s body was Ethan’s, to guide, to hurt, to love.
—
Ethan watched Damiano with close attention - the other man was so needy, so out of control. He kept his flogger strokes gentle, simply watching. Damiano was writhing his hips into the pillow below him, moaning and whimpering, shuddering.
If Ethan wanted to, he could get himself off to this sight so easily.
He stopped and stroked his hand over the hot skin of Damiano’s ass. “You look so hot, moaning for my flogger, Damià.”
Ethan smiled at the moan he got in reply - one with a definite edge of despair.
Maybe Damiano could do it too. Come just like this.
But Ethan wanted to be there with him, closer, inside him. Kiss his skin, tangle their fingers together.
“I’m going to fuck you again. One moment.”
He got out a new condom, lubed himself up generously.
This time, Damiano’s body welcomed him in easily and eagerly. Damiano uttered a sound that was almost a sob. “Please.”
Ethan moved slowly, his lips finding Damiano’s shoulders, his neck.
“I’ve got you, baby.” A whisper to Damiano’s ear. “You feel so good. Do you want to come?”
A whimper that may have been a ‘yes’, followed by one that may have been a ‘need’ - cut off with the next thrust of Ethan’s hips - a hard one this time.
Ethan took one of Damiano’s hands, then the other, pinning them next to Damiano’s shoulders as he let his body decide on the pace now. “Do it,” he gasped. “Come for my cock. I know you can do it.”
Two breaths, and then Damiano’s answer came in a long, keening wail.
—
Damiano opened his eyes to Ethan’s gentle bedside light and blinked a few times. He was on his back. His body was still tingling from his release, his ass was sore, his lips were kissed, and his heart was full.
And Ethan - Ethan towered above him, sitting astride his thighs. His eyes intensely dark. A hand around his own cock.
“You didn’t come,” Damiano breathed in confusion, for a moment unsure if Ethan had asked something of him and he had utterly failed to comply.
“Just waiting for you,” Ethan said softly. He took Damiano’s hand and guided it around him, and Damiano got to watch as pleasure washed over Ethan’s features, his eyes half-lidded and focused on Damiano as he came in mere moments, gasping.
He pulled Ethan to him and brought their lips together for a breathless kiss.
Then Ethan pulled himself free and sat up. “Look,” he said. He put his fingers on Damiano’s stomach - Damiano shivered - and slowly ran them through his own come. Broad strokes, slow movements, deliberate.
Damiano hoisted himself up on his elbows to watch.
Curving lines, equal spacing.
“A pattern.”
“Mmmm.”
Damiano laughed softly as he let himself fall back onto the bed. “I knew it.”
Ethan had remembered. Even while Damiano had thought he wasn’t really listening.
“Yes. You have to look again now.” As Damiano pushed himself up to look down at himself again, Ethan drew a heart on top of his collection of lines. He sent Damiano a little grin. Damiano sent him a wider one in return.
When Ethan reached for his phone, Damiano let himself drop down again and gazed into the camera with half-lidded eyes, trying to look as thoroughly fucked as possible.
It was not a challenge.
“Perfect,” Ethan said. “Best one of the collection.” He looked very pleased, and Damiano felt like he could just not stop smiling.
He loved Ethan. He really did.
“In this new, happier period of his life, the artist mr. Torchio started experimenting with a new medium,” he joked. “To broad critical acclai-” He squealed when Ethan poked his ribs, and his delighted laughter was drowned out in a deep kiss.
The new piece of art was quickly smudged and ruined as Ethan’s body covered Damiano’s, but neither of them cared.