[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.
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?
[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.]
[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?
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?
[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.]
[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.]
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.
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.]
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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 03:58 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:18 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-12 04:23 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:40 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2022-11-12 04:58 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2022-11-12 05:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-13 05:12 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2022-11-13 09:42 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-13 05:31 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-11-13 06:55 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-13 09:18 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-11-14 05:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-14 04:15 pm (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2022-11-15 03:00 am (UTC)I. Yeah. Just for you.
I don't mind being yours.
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Date: 2022-11-15 06:23 am (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2022-11-16 02:11 am (UTC)I'll be good. I'm already being good!
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:10 am (UTC)Good boys don't whine.
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Date: 2022-11-16 06:32 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2022-11-17 06:37 am (UTC)[The touch doesn't let up, insistent and firm and relentless, no matter how much Kyle huffs in indignation.]
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Date: 2022-11-18 04:24 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2022-11-19 03:39 am (UTC)Okay, you're not. You wanna come before or while I'm inside you, babe?
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Date: 2022-11-19 06:05 pm (UTC)While you're in me. Please.
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Date: 2022-11-23 04:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-23 06:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2022-11-24 08:16 pm (UTC)...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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