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.
[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.]
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.
[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.]
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.
[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.]
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.
[Kyle very nearly sobs with relief. It's such a strange thing, to feel so loved that your heart might burst while simultaneously being so horny you think your body is about to combust.]
Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
[He tries to move again and groans when he can't.]
[Corry makes a softly bemused sound against Kyle's neck and, of course, doesn't let him move at all, not even within the restraints. He curls one hand around the knot along the younger man's spine, the one that all the pretty criss-crossing ropes attach to, and uses that to tug him back again and again, slow and lazy. It's not the usual pace Corry tends towards -- this is deliberately slow, deliberately teasing. He wants to drive Kyle nuts. More so than usual.]
Please what, sugar? [Corry's voice is only the slightest bit strained, his mouth hot against Kyle's neck, still not moving any faster. His teeth graze lightly against the pale, freckled skin, just enough to be felt.]
[Kyle flushes red, because he's supposed to be good with words. He's the guy with all the speeches and convincing arguments, and here Corry is reminding him to talk.
Of course, Kyle's never tried to give a speech with a dick up his ass before, so maybe it's an unfair comparison, but still.
There you go. [Corry sounds cheerful, shifting back and abruptly pushing Kyle to his chest on the bed. With his arms tied, it'll be impossible to catch himself, but Corry helpfully knots a hand in those red curls and yanks his head back.
The new angle is much deeper, and Corry is already thrusting in harder, once, twice, three times, before commanding:] Say it again.
[Kyle topples, saved from smushing his nose into the mattress by the hand in his hair. It hurts, and he cries out once, the sound broken up as Corry fucks him deeper.
He can't think. Tears stand out in his eyes and he can't move, unable to even writhe against the bed or clench the sheets. He makes nonsense sobbing, whining noises.]
Again. [Corry almost growls it, hips smacking against Kyle's ass, plunging deep inside him with each punishing thrust. His hand twists in Kyle's hair to make him cry out again, free palm smacking hard against one freckled thigh.]
Louder, baby, scream it, make sure all your neighbors know how good I fuck you.
[The part of Kyle's brain that tends to overthink and worry has completely short circuited. There is only sharp pain and deeper pleasure, and Corry's commands. His eyes screw shut tightly and he fights to get enough breath into his lungs to scream.]
Please, more, more, oh god...
[He can't take much more, he thinks, his hips trying to grind his cock against the bed, needing only a little more stimulation.]
God, Kyle, baby, just like that, just a little more, I'm so close, babe, fuckin' love you like this, you're so fucking gorgeous --
[Corry breaks off in a deep moan, bottoming out inside Kyle, grinding his hips against his ass. He reaches around, grips and pumps at Kyle's cock and pants against his ear:] Come on, come on my cock, beautiful, lemme feel you...
[Kyle can't articulate anything beyond a startled shout, body shuddering hard as he comes after only a few strokes of Corry's strong hand. It feels like the only thing keeping him from shaking apart is the ropes crisscrossing his body. Panting, face a wet mess, he still tries to grind back though.]
[Corry muffles his own groaning gasp against Kyle's neck, arms going around his shuddering, bound body, holding him close, tight. With the sweet grip of Kyle's ass on his cock, Corry isn't far behind in coming, hand finding Kyle's throat and squeezing just a bit as he does, almost instinctively.]
[The world seems fuzzy and far away, eclipsed by the feeling of his own body. He can't breathe, and it is euphoric even as he has confused thoughts about death and Batman costumes.
[Corry very much wants to do the same, but he's the one who isn't tied up here, so he has a responsibility. Truthfully, this is actually one of his favorite parts -- being that safe place to come down from the dizzying high of trying something new and exciting, making sure that there's no terrifying drop.
So he's already tugging the knots loose, first Kyle's wrists, then his legs, then the web of rope over his chest, letting it fall loosely onto the messy bed. Then Corry’s shifting back, stretching out and wrapping Kyle in his arms, rubbing at the rope-marks on his wrists, kissing the back of his neck.] I gotcha, you're okay. You did so good, baby, so damn good.
['That was amazing,' is what Kyle opens his mouth to say. Instead he bursts into tears. He clings to Corry like he's the only thing keeping Kyle anchored to the earth, sobbing.]
I'm okay. I'm o-okay. I don't. I don't know why I'm c-crying.
[Corry’s still catching his breath, but he manages a soft laugh, smoothing a palm up and down Kyle's back, soothingly.]
Hey, hey, don't apologize, you're okay. You're all right. Crying's normal, all the adrenaline or something. I dunno, you're the smart one. [Corry reaches to tug a blanket up around Kyle, peppering his face with kisses.] You're okay, babe.
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Okay, you're not. You wanna come before or while I'm inside you, babe?
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While you're in me. Please.
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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.
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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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...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.
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[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 don't gotta do anything but feel good, babe. I gotcha. Let go, for me. Lemme feel you lose yourself.
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[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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Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
[He tries to move again and groans when he can't.]
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He hears a high, whining noise and it actually takes him a moment to realise that he himself is the one making it.]
Corry... Corry, please.
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Use your words.
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Of course, Kyle's never tried to give a speech with a dick up his ass before, so maybe it's an unfair comparison, but still.
He licks his lips and tries again.]
Please fuck me harder, Corry. Faster.
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The new angle is much deeper, and Corry is already thrusting in harder, once, twice, three times, before commanding:] Say it again.
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[Kyle topples, saved from smushing his nose into the mattress by the hand in his hair. It hurts, and he cries out once, the sound broken up as Corry fucks him deeper.
He can't think. Tears stand out in his eyes and he can't move, unable to even writhe against the bed or clench the sheets. He makes nonsense sobbing, whining noises.]
I. Ah. Mm.
[He shouts, hips bucking as much as they can.]
Harder. More!
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Louder, baby, scream it, make sure all your neighbors know how good I fuck you.
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[The part of Kyle's brain that tends to overthink and worry has completely short circuited. There is only sharp pain and deeper pleasure, and Corry's commands. His eyes screw shut tightly and he fights to get enough breath into his lungs to scream.]
Please, more, more, oh god...
[He can't take much more, he thinks, his hips trying to grind his cock against the bed, needing only a little more stimulation.]
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[Corry breaks off in a deep moan, bottoming out inside Kyle, grinding his hips against his ass. He reaches around, grips and pumps at Kyle's cock and pants against his ear:] Come on, come on my cock, beautiful, lemme feel you...
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He shivers helplessly, wanting only to collapse.]
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So he's already tugging the knots loose, first Kyle's wrists, then his legs, then the web of rope over his chest, letting it fall loosely onto the messy bed. Then Corry’s shifting back, stretching out and wrapping Kyle in his arms, rubbing at the rope-marks on his wrists, kissing the back of his neck.] I gotcha, you're okay. You did so good, baby, so damn good.
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I'm okay. I'm o-okay. I don't. I don't know why I'm c-crying.
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Hey, hey, don't apologize, you're okay. You're all right. Crying's normal, all the adrenaline or something. I dunno, you're the smart one. [Corry reaches to tug a blanket up around Kyle, peppering his face with kisses.] You're okay, babe.
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