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[courtinsession]

[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.]

[kyley_b]

[He bites down on a whimper.]

Sorry.

[He flexes his thighs, feeling that same thrill again. Part of him is embarrassed at how he must look all flushed and needy, but most of his attention is on the feel of the rope and of Corry's touch.]

You've got the most incredible hands.

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Good boy. [It's softer, more rumbling and soothing as Corry finishes the leg restraints and takes the last bundle of rope to start criss-crossing and looping it across Kyle's chest and stomach. It's purely decoration, anchored onto the other knots, a harness of crimson.

Then he laughs, tying off the rope and sliding his big hands over the diamond shapes he's created.] Yeah? Pretty good with them if I say so myself. [He slides one hand to rest at Kyle's throat, squeezing gently .] You look fuckin' amazing like this, baby. So damn hot.

[kyley_b]

[The crimson rope and Corry's hands both look so dark shape Kyle's skin, and he feels in that moment that he is something beautiful.

Kyle swallows, feeling the soft pressure on his throat.]

Thank you.

I like looking good for you. I try to, always.

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[Corry smiles, pressing his lips along the back of Kyle's shoulder, the nape of his neck.] You're gorgeous, babe. I love showing you off.

[A pause, a slightly tighter squeeze of the hand at Kyle's throat.] But not like this. This is just for me. I'm not sharing you tonight.

[kyley_b]

[What can he possibly say to that? Kyle's eyes widen and he licks his lips quickly.]

I. Yeah. Just for you.

I don't mind being yours.

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Yeah? All mine? [Corry’s hand slides down over Kyle's rope-crossed chest, curls around his cock, strokes slowly.] Gonna be good for me?

[His free hand grabs firmly onto the ropes knotted together at Kyle's back, so he can't thrust up into the touch, can't move at all.]

[kyley_b]

Uh huh. [He strains against the ropes anyway, making a soft irritated nose when he can't achieve the movement he wants.]

I'll be good. I'm already being good!

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Ah-ah, you're whining. [Corry clicks his tongue, not letting Kyle move, but also not quickening the long, teasing strokes.]

Good boys don't whine.

[kyley_b]

I'm not whining. [Definitely a whine.] I'm just saying. I'm very good!

[He turns his head, trying to see Corry, doing his level best not to moan at the steady touch on his cock.]

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You're whining. [Corry kisses Kyle's shoulder, his neck.] Because you're a brat and I'm not giving you your way. Because you know I could just tease you like this all...night...long.

[The touch doesn't let up, insistent and firm and relentless, no matter how much Kyle huffs in indignation.]

[kyley_b]

M'not a brat.

[Kyle struggles against the ropes, giving up finally with a tortured moan. His head lolls back and his eyes roll, looking to Corry.]

I'm sorry.

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[Corry laughs because he's the worst, but he nuzzle against Kyle's cheek and starts moving his hand a little faster.]

Okay, you're not. You wanna come before or while I'm inside you, babe?

[kyley_b]

[That manages to pull a laugh out of Kyle, in spite of how deliciously tortured he feels. His face flushes red.]

While you're in me. Please.

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Attaboy. [It's murmured against Kyle's neck, accompanied by Corry's hand reaching over, getting his fingers (and the nightstand, oops) messy and slick with lube before he slides them down and inside Kyle, slowly working him open. The hand on Kyle's cock doesn't stop, though it slows a bit, not pushing too quickly, taking his time. Still, the ropes mean that moving too much is impossible, that the pleasure builds slow and easy, at Corry's pace only.

Still, he's keeping up the compliments, kissing up and down Kyle's neck, his shoulder, murmuring:] You're so fuckin' gorgeous like this, baby. You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you. Not a fuckin' clue.

[kyley_b]

[Presently, Kyle could not care less about his nightstand. He'll be fussy about it later, but right now Corry could slime the whole apartment and he wouldn't say a word.

He whimpers, although whether from Corry's educated touches or the compliments it's unclear. His muscles strain as he pulls against the restraints, relaxing when the ropes bite in.]

No, I guess I don't. That feels so good, Corry.

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[Oh hell yeah, Corrys gonnasime something.

...no, wait, that's not sexy. Nevermind.

Corry hums softly, approvingly, watching the sleek red ropes bite into Kyle's flushed freckled body.] You're okay, babe. I gotchu. Just relax and enjoy it, that's all you need to do. Just relax for me.

[kyley_b]

I'm relaxed.

[No, he isn't. But he starts to, muscles unclenching, body becoming more receptive. The ropes bite less, but they are still very present and as Kyle relaxes he realises they feel oddly supportive. He thinks that some day he'll have to ask Corry if he's ever suspended anyone before.]

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You're gettin' there, sugar. [Corry let's the ropes do most of the holding, focused on building the waves of pleasure, feeling Kyle react against him, holding off any time he senses a peak approaching. Low and slow~]

You don't gotta do anything but feel good, babe. I gotcha. Let go, for me. Lemme feel you lose yourself.

[kyley_b]

Okay...

[Kyle exhales deeply, feeling air leave the very bottom of his lungs. His back unlocks, his shoulders drop. He feels like he's melting, held together only by the ropes and Corry's warm presence.]

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There y'go. [Corry kisses the side of Kyle's neck, then angles up and forward, finally sliding his cock inside, slowly.] Perfect. You're so perfect, babe.