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[courtinsession]

I did, yes. Very high standards. One of my favorite parts about you.

[Corry makes an indignant sound, pulling Kyle backwards into his lap and biting at where his neck and shoulder meet.] That's what they're called! When they're peacocks, but girls! Everyone knows that!

[How dare you mock him, Kyle, he's going to enact revenge by...sliding his hands up to poke at Kyle's sides, creeping under his clothes.]

[kyley_b]

Very. I need to life the people involved. So don't go thinking I'm up for nailing any rando you find. [He looks smug.] You guys are mine now, you know.

[Kyle cackles.] Bullshit! They're probably just called hens!

[Kyle shrieks and cackles more, wriggling.] Oh my god, no! Stop! Mercy!

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Oh really? [Corry actually looks sort of pleased at the idea, grinning wolfishly.] Should we start calling you "Sir"?

That's dumb! Why would they be called hens?! That's what chickens are called! [This is all said amidst more tickling, Corry’s fingers dancing up and down Kyle's sides, his stomach. Then he stops abruptly, flipping Kyle over to straddle his lap, making it easier to lean up and kiss him.]

[kyley_b]

Really. [Kyle sounds incredibly smug.] One of you already does. You can start, if you want.

Because they're birds! [Cackling, Kyle is left momentarily breathless when Corry flips him. Corry is strong, something that never ceases to delight him. He kisses back through his hiccuping laughter, hands going to cradle Corry's face. He pulls back slowly, smiling.]

We're so googling what female peacocks are called.

[But he leans back in to kiss Corry again, over and over. He can feel himself already getting hard and he mentally bemoans just how easily Corry can turn him on.]

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You're birds! [That makes no sense, but Corry is too distracted by having a cackling, kissing, turned-on lap full of Kyle to care. He leans up eagerly into each kiss, biting softly at Kyle's lower lip, hands sliding up his back beneath his shirt.]

S'that really what you wanna do right now? Peacock research?

[kyley_b]

...it can wait a minute I guess.

[He nuzzles into Corry's neck and nips sharply at the skin there.]

We're supposed to be watching a movie, you know. I'm thinking your interest is not being held.

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My interest is completely enraptured. [He smiles, smugly, sliding a hand into Kyle's pants, squeezing at his ass.] Just not by the movie.

[kyley_b]

Oh my god, you're so horny.

[It's difficult to sound annoyed when your body is completely betraying you. Kyle sighs and tilts his hips back, pressing his ass more firmly into Corry's hand. His fingers slip under the hem of Corry's shirt, tracing the hard lines of muscle there.]

So. What do you want?

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You know it, sugar.

[Corry says it in a drawl, happily squeezing at Kyle's ass, tilting his head back to offer more unmarked neck to kiss. The question gets a thoughtful hum.]

Mmm, kinda wanna try something new. Something we've talked about.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle trails worshipful kisses over Corry's neck.]

Oh? [Already breathless.]

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Mmmhm. [Soft, against his hair:] Kinda wanna tie you up and make you take it. Nice and hard.

[kyley_b]

[His breath catches in his throat, and his dick twitches with interest. Kyle nods.]

...yeah. Okay. Now?

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[Corry smiles against Kyle's curls, pulling back to kiss his forehead.]

Yeah, gorgeous, now. You ready for that?

[kyley_b]

Of course.

[How dare anyone imply otherwise! He reluctantly gets off of Corry's lap, stumbling a little, and backs up toward his bed. He tugs his clothes off as he does so - the pants are a little awkward to wiggle out of - and winds up sitting on his bed nude. He looks at Corry with interest.]

I have, uhm. Rope. Or leather cuffs.

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[Corry watches in amusement, also rising and stripping down to his boxer briefs, which do little to hide how hard he is.] What kind of rope? I brought nylon.

[Does he carry rope around in his briefcase. What the fuck.]

[kyley_b]

You. Brought rope in your briefcase? [Yeah, he's just gonna ask.]

Uhm. I bought a kit online. It's hemp. I read jute is the nicest, but it's expensive, and uhm. The internet said hemp was good for shibari if you bought it from a good source...

[His eyes keep drifting to Corry's crotch.]

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I like being prepared.

[Corry laughs, stepping forward to cradle Kyle's face in his hands and kiss him deep and slow.] Of course you did research, you wonderful little nerd. We'll do hemp.

[Then he leans back, suddenly serious.] But first, tell me what you'll say if you need to slow down or stop.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle blushes but he also looks proud of himself. He kisses back, eyes fluttering half closed.]

I like being prepared, too.

[He blinks, then grins.] Biggie Smalls.

[He leans in to kiss Corry once more, gently biting his lower lip.]

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Good boy. [It's soft, affectionate, but with that note of command that means Corry’s shifting into bossy Dom mode. He lingers in another kiss, hand sliding into Kyle's hair, tugging his head back once they part.]

Tell me where the rope is. Then get on your knees, arms behind your back. Gonna tie you up nice and pretty, spread you open and fuck you til you cry. You fight me, I'm smacking that sweet ass of yours bright red. Understand me?

[kyley_b]

Thank you, sir.

[He has to stop and swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.]

It's in the fake book on the bookshelf divider thing here. [He rolls and pulls it from said shelf, opens it and presents it to Corry. There are a few bundles of rope inside, all blood red.]

I understand you. Sir.

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[The Dom persona slips a little, and Corry flashes a brief, fond grin, because of course Kyle has a secret sexy rope fake book. Then he's all business, taking the first bundle out and slowly unwinding it, getting used to the texture and weight.]

Knees. [Corry prompts this, then moves behind Kyle, tugging his arms back and together behind his back, then tying his wrists together with practiced, skilled movements.] Show me you can still move your fingers. If you start going numb, tell me immediately, understand?

[kyley_b]

[Of course he does! Kyle learned early on that hiding things properly prevented both mothers and unhinged frenemies from finding your stuff.

He kneels, but he cranes his neck trying to watch Corry work. He wiggles his fingers obediently.]

Yes. I understand.

[Experimentally, he tries to move his arms apart and feels a thrill of exhilaration when they don't go anywhere.]

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Good. [Corry is either very experienced or has watched some great tutorials -- he makes sure that the tension is right, tying another neat restraint just below Kyle's elbows which pushes him to sit taller, shoulders back, to prevent discomfort. But he makes sure it isn't too punishing, that there's a little wiggle room left. First time and all.

Then he pauses for a moment, admiring the two rope restraints, bright red against Kyle's pale skin, pulling his arms together firmly behind his back.] Beautiful. Should've done this a lot sooner. [Corry kisses the back of Kyle's shoulder, tying off the rope, then grabbing another bundle.] Wanna do your legs next and the decorative stuff last. You good to keep going?

[kyley_b]

[The kiss makes Kyle shiver. Already he's feeling strangely euphoric, relieved of the responsibility to do anything but be good.]

I'm good to keep going.

[He sounds a little peeved to be questioned, even if he knows why it's necessary.]

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[Corry hears that note of annoyance, and he pauses long enough to slide one hand around and stroke up Kyle's cock a couple times.]

Watch your tone, or I'll tie you up and leave you all turned on and helpless. Don't test me. [One more stroke, then Corry moves on to tying up Kyle's legs, wrapping the rope around his ankle, then thigh in a figure-eight loop, so he can't stretch out his legs at all.]