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HERE KITTY, KITTY
Craig looked at the handsome man on the bed. He really was a little sorry that he’d slipped his lover the mickey and he was sure he’d pay dearly later, but right now he smiled at the long body sprawled out on the bed. He opened the drawer and found the silk scarves. He dragged the man up and positioned him so he could tie his wrists to the bedposts. He tied his legs too, even though he planned to untie them later.
The candles were next, big long burning ones that smelled exotic like Oriental spices. He turned off the light and stripped his own clothes off, looking down at his very obvious arousal. He sat down and began to caress the limp body on the bed when an idea. He had body paint here somewhere too. He went hunting and found orange and black paint, tiger’s colors, for the most dangerous man he knew.
Marton.
*****
Marton woke slowly, wondering why everything was so incredibly fuzzy. He started to rub his eyes and realized that he was tied.
"What the fuck?" he growled. He looked down and almost screamed. His body was black and orange and he was bound head and feet to the bedposts! Damn! He looked around, almost panicking, when Craig strolled out of the shadows. He smiled and gestured at the bed.
" I wanted to be on top," was all he offered in the way of explanation. He leaned over and kissed Marton’s tied right ankle, running his tongue over it. Marton didn’t make a sound, couldn’t, in fact. His ankle seemed to be directly connected to his cock, which had hardened immediately at the touch of Craig’s tongue. It might have had something to do with knowing exactly what Craig could do with his pretty tongue. Or maybe it was anticipation.
He watched, wondering what Craig would do next. Craig kissed his ankles and legs below his knees for what had to have been hours.
"Do you like your paint?"
Marton just looked at him, a touch of fury glowing in those amber eyes.
"You are always the predator, always the tiger. Now you’re just my big striped kitty cat."
Marton made a sound that could only be called a growl. But his cock twitched anyway.
*****
Craig couldn’t ever remember being so ready, but he had to wait if he wanted to make it perfect. He had to tease Marton until he begged. He needed to hear Marton beg to be fucked.
He got up and walked to the head of the bed. He leaned down and kissed his cantankerous captive. He slipped his lips over Marton’s lips and smiled as they parted for him to slip inside Marton’s mouth. It was hot and he tasted like he smelled; exotic and male. Craig ran his hands down over a striped chest to tease tender nipples. He pinched them both as he nipped Marton’s tongue with his teeth. He tugged on Marton’s tongue like he were teasing a nipple. Marton wriggled, testing his bonds but silk is strong and he wasn’t the first person Craig had tied so he wasn’t going anywhere.
"You’re going to pay for this when I get loose, Parker."
Craig grinned and moved his mouth to a tender ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and biting it as he had Marton’s tongue. "I’m counting on that, baby." He traced a line down Marton’s jawline then he nibbled and nipped his way down to striped skin, finally finding one of the nipples he’d been torturing with his fingers. He sucked deep and hard. Marton arched upward, the muscles in his arms flexing as he strained against his bonds.
Craig looked up and saw not anger but raw lust on Marton’s face as he kissed low enough to stick his tongue into Marton’s navel.
"Dammit, Craig." Marton was hoarse and panting as he spoke the words. "I don’t think I can take much more."
Craig grinned back up at Marton, a wicked grin, and looked back down at the erect cock standing up against his lover’s stomach. He reached his hand down and began to stroke, one, two, three long, slow strokes. Then he slipped his fingers down to the thick base and circled it tightly before he darted his tongue out to lick the slick head, lapping up a few drops of pre-come before sucking the whole long, thick shaft into his mouth. He held the base so tight that Marton wasn’t going to get any relief but the torture was exquisite. Marton flung obscenities at him in a low growl as his hips bucked and thrust under the onslaught from Craig.
"What do you want, my kitty cat?" Craig purred in a voice that made Marton moan.
"Just fuck me, Craig. Put your damn cock in me and make me come."
"What’s the magic word, kitty?"
"Fuck you!"
Craig made a face and shook his head. "Now, now. You can do better than that, surely?"
*****
"What do you want?" Marton ground out, too horny to care now how he sounded. He wanted to come so badly that he knew he’d do almost anything.
"Say please, beg me to fuck you and I will."
"Beg?"
"Just say the word and we’ll both get to come."
Marton seemed to be indecisive, unsure. Craig dipped his head down and captured him again, sucking deeply
"Oh fuck," his voice dropped to a whisper as if he said it low enough, it wouldn’t really count as begging. "Please, Craig, please fuck me. Now!"
*****
Craig moved to untie Marton’s legs. He wanted those long striped legs around his waist as he drove himself all the way into the other man. He had put the lube close by and he grabbed it from the nightstand, pouring it on himself and all over his hands. He lifted Marton’s legs and slipped one finger inside while he held his legs up with the other hand. Craig’s cock was dripping lube and his own precome as he moved closer, positioning himself so his head nudged the opening slightly.
He really meant to go slow but when his head was sheathed inside and he found Marton so hot and tight, he couldn’t stop and he was completely inside in seconds. He heard Marton hiss at the pain, saw it in his eyes, but it was soon replaced with something else: pleasure, need, want as Craig reached down between them to take Marton into his hand again. He didn’t think he could have stopped even if he’d wanted to. Being inside Marton was all he’d thought and more.
"Harder," Marton again fought his bonds and failed to free himself. Craig felt a need to have those hands on him and he reached up and untied Marton. He rammed into him as hard as he could and it was his undoing. He was losing control. Oh God, he was coming inside Marton. Thought wasn’t possible anymore as he became all sensation, all pleasure. Has hand moved on Marton without thought and Marton joined him, spilling his semen between them as he writhed below him and said Craig’s name like a curse or maybe a desperate prayer.
*****
Marton, still striped up like a tiger, held Craig. The younger man was shaking in the aftermath of passion. He hadn’t realized that Craig had wanted this so badly until he watched him come and had surprised at the love he’d seen in those blue eyes. He smiled and kissed Craig’s brow. He loved Craig too but it wouldn’t stop him from his sweet revenge.
~tbc~
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