[NSFW] Sinful Sunday - Day 1-3

Day 1 - RESTRAINTS. “If you don’t behave I know how to make a mess of you.”

Day 2 - CLOTHED SEX. “Show it to me,” Amon purred. “No one’s looking. I wanna see it. 💜”

Day 3 - WATERSPORTS. “Such a naughty boy, Haru. You’re so cute. 💛”

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Day 1 - Restraints

Elliot sat in the chair Andreas had placed at the end of the bed and watched.

Andreas began with his shirt, the buttons parting one by one to reveal the thick lines of a harness that spanned his chest and shoulders. A central strap drew Elliot's eyes down his torso like an arrow, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans and igniting Elliot’s imagination with torrid thoughts of exactly where that strap was attached. Andreas discarded his shirt and slipped his belt from its loops, setting it on the dresser, right in the center where Elliot couldn't ignore it. The leather shone softly like a coiled snake, waiting.

Andreas's eyes flickered over Elliot, cool and assessing, and Elliot tracked the movement of his gaze: mouth, throat, chest, wrists. His attention lingered on Elliot's lap for an extra beat. Elliot lifted his chin and let his legs fall open, the nervous flutter in his stomach making him reach for some bravado, wanting to poke at Andreas' assured calm. Andreas only smirked and then turned to the collection of items behind him. After a moment of consideration, he selected a length of black silk cord and pulled it taut between his fists.

Elliot watched as Andreas tested the give of the cord. It would slip easily over his skin, he knew, but offered absolutely no play once secured. He shifted in his seat as his body flushed and looked up to find Andreas watching him intently. A smart comment danced on the tip of his tongue, but Andreas waited him out with loaded silence, daring him to challenge the mood that had begun to descend on their scene.

Elliot cleared his throat and looked away first. The tension in Andreas' regard eased, and he turned back to the rest of the items up for consideration this evening.

The bit gag was selected next, fairly quickly, and placed next to the silk cord and Andreas' belt. Apparently, Elliot's smart mouth could still get him in trouble even when he didn't open it.

Oh well. At least he'd be less likely to disturb the neighbors tonight.

A silvery set of nipple clamps followed, their joint chains jingling brightly and Elliot felt his mouth go dry. Yeah, okay. The gag was probably a good idea. He curled his toes in his shoes. The last time they'd used the clamps, his nipples had remained distractingly tender for a week. He hadn't experienced that many frequent, inappropriate boners since high school.

Lost in the memory for a moment, he nearly missed Andreas retrieving something small from one of the dresser drawers. A flexible black cock ring stretched over two of Andreas' fingers and a thumb. Oh god.

Elliot gripped his knees with his fingertips. His gut was tight with excitement and dread. He knew Andreas had no intention of letting him go soft tonight, no matter how many times he came.

Finally, Andreas lifted a pair of sturdy cuffs from their hook on the wall, and approached Elliot slowly, looming. He deposited the cuffs in Elliot's lap, right between his hands, nudging his cock accidentally-on-purpose with a soft creak of leather. Elliot swallowed and stared down at the cuffs until Andreas lifted his chin with one finger to meet his gaze.

Andreas smiled. "Ready?" he said.