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New Toys [Liam/Chris]
[Takes place in the evening on Sunday, June 4, shortly after Chris and Liam's dinner on the beach.]
Liam hands Chris a towel, then gets another one and wraps it around his hips, rubbing a third over his hair. They wander out of the steamy bathroom into the big, airy bedroom, in no rush to dress, tickling and caressing and stealing kisses. Dinner'd been lovely and what'd come afterward. They'd chased each other through the surf, laughing and splashing and having a grand time just being silly-in-love until the sun had touched the rim of the sea and then they'd wandered inside and gotten into the shower together.
They'd lingered in the shower and now the sun is down, although it's too early to go to bed. Well, too early to go to sleep at least.
"I declare this the most perfect first day of a vacation in recorded history," Chris smiles, drying himself off then artfully laying out the towels to dry on various chairs and dressers around the room. "Hey, if we keep these blinds up, I'm thinking we can watch the sun come up...."
"Likely we can," Liam agrees. "Assuming we're awake at dawn. Now myself, usually the only time I see the sun come up is if I haven't been to bed yet. Although I can think of one or two reasons I might not mind being woken up at such an hour, but only one or two. Think you can come up with one of them, if you happen to be awake right around sunrise and would like to share it...?" He gives Chris a playful bite on one earlobe, then trails kisses around the back of his neck.
"Your wake-up call at dawn is a blow job -- got it," Chris laughs, tilting his head forward with a happy purr.
"Mmm, that'll do, certainly," Liam says, letting the pleasure show in his voice. "In that case I'll be pleased to share the sunrise with you." His lips continue on their way past Chris's nape and around to his other ear.
"Hmmm...." Chris' breathing deepens; he reaches his hand over to stroke Liam's thigh, moving closer, bending to him like a flower to the sun.
Liam wraps one arm around Chris's waist and strokes lightly over the ripples of muscle while walking them both toward the bed. It's warm enough that he doesn't bother to pull up the quilt but just lies down on the clean-smelling sheets.
When they've shifted into a comfortable cuddling position he lets out a relaxed sigh, one hand still moving lightly up and down his lover's back. They're silent for a few moments, just enjoying being close to each other, then he asks, "Where would you like to go from here? Would you like us to do anything differently, anything more?" His arms tighten around Chris for a moment, emphasizing the two of them together.
"We talking big picture or...do I want to move my leg?" It's sort of a joke, sort of -- Chris tilts his head back to look at Liam's face. "Like...us? What happens next?"
Liam chuckles and nods, wondering why he always has such a hard time communicating clearly about this sort of thing. "Aye, that's what I meant. The bigger picture. Now that we've managed the L-word, would you like to change anything? Add anything? I know we can't change too much, with your public persona and all, but I'd like to do something to... to mark the difference?"
"Like rings or something?" And immediately he flushes, embarassed because a long time ago he came to the conclusion that in many ways, he and Liam diverged on how relationships might go and he would never say "give up other men" or put clauses into how Liam behaved. "I mean -- something we could both wear, symbolic. Doesn't have to be rings," Chris says quickly. "Did you have something in mind?"
Well, Liam hadn't actually been thinking of rings but it's a fine idea nonetheless. Romantic, and he finds himself wearing a silly smile again. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.
"Rings would be grand," he says. "Although... could we? I suppose if they didn't match -- that'd be difficult to explain to the media I'd imagine, if anyone noticed." He frowns, thinking. "I'd not want to jeopardize your career in any way. I try to think about how things would look, but you've a veto there if I should suggest anything that might cause trouble."
Chris thinks about it, honestly and creatively, then smiles. "We could pick out something for the other person so they wouldn't match and uh -- I'll just wear it on the opposite hand you know?" He shrugs. "If I get caught, I can say it's from Jessie or something."
Liam smiles down at him. "And just what would Miss Jessie extort from the both of us for going along with this?" he asks, a thread of exaggerated terror in his voice. "Any ideas? I'd like to be prepared is the only reason I ask."
"She'd do it for free...though we better not come back from this place without mad souvenirs...."
"Well, that's a relief," Liam says with a loud exhalation. "I'm sure we can manage souvenirs without too much trouble. They have a toy store here, if I remember correctly. We can put together a nice beginner's kit for her."
In his mind he's already thinking about what kind of ring he'll get for Chris. Something different, unique but not girly -- masculine. Something custom made, perhaps.
And if he was going to have something made anyway.... "How would you feel about a collar to match your ring?" He gets it out, clear and direct, before he can think the better of it. Too much? Too soon? Shut it, it's only a question and if he'd rather not then he'll tell you so. "I know you couldn't wear it out," he adds quickly. "But for around the house? Would you like that? It's all right if you'd rather not, or if it's just too soon...."
"A collar?" Chris feels his eyes widening and tries to superimpose what he's seen/heard around the Club and not associate the word with how Jason used it on him.... "I...wow. I hadn't thought of it." He presses a little closer to Liam, his breath heavy with emotion. "I've never had something like that."
"If you want to think about it for a bit then that's fine," Liam assures him, cuddling him in response to the shift closer. He manages to keep his voice calm and even despite the fact that he's smacking himself inside. Think it through next time, he grouses to himself. You don't have to do everything at once. You'll scare the lad off and then where'll you be?
"I'm not saying no Liam -- I'm just wondering what it would mean to you...giving me that. What would you expect from me?" Chris murmurs.
All right, that's a fair question. Liam thinks for a moment, then says, "It'd mean that we're together, seriously and for the long run. That you're someone special to me and I to you, that there's a bond between us. That no matter who else we're with for fun, that we'll always come home to each other. It'd mean that you're mine and I'll take care of you."
That brings to mind some of the few things Chris has said about Jason and he adds, "Not like a thing would be mine, or even like the way East is yours. But that you'd be mine to care for and to love, and it'd be my responsibility to make you as happy as I can. I'd never want to diminish you, dear heart. You're a strong man and I'd not want you otherwise. And your wearing a collar for me wouldn't actually change anything between us -- this is how I feel toward you now. It'd just be a symbol of what we already have."
Chris is quiet for a long time; he rubs his hands over Liam's shoulders and back so he doesn't think it's a bad silence. He just needs to process it.
Everything works for him, all of it. It makes him feel proud and touched and aroused Liam wants that with him but two little thorns keep pricking him.
His relationship with Jessie. And Christian.
"Can I ask you about...how would this collar be different from the one you gave Christian?" he asks faintly, his head ducked down.
Christian? Liam's confused for a moment because what does Christian have to do with anything between him and Chris? "Well... it wouldn't be the same thing at all. Christian and I were contracted as... as a temporary thing because he needed someone to look out for him. He didn't feel up to taking care of himself and needed someone to do it for him. I was more like his... his doctor or his father, like a guardian." He'd never really thought about it in so many words and he's organizing his thoughts as he goes along.
"I love him as a friend, a very good friend, and I care for him quite a lot, but I'm not in love with him. There was never anything romantic between us. You and I, we fit together to make a whole... something, a relationship, whatever the women call it. We're not equal in the sense of two identical pieces, but our edges fit together. I'll often take the lead because of the lifestyle we both prefer but the bottom line is we both have an equal veto and I'd never do anything you truly didn't want, or demand anything of you that you didn't freely give. With Christian, I was the master and what I said went, even if I had to physically force him at times, because he wasn't able to be responsible for himself. When he gave me a slave contract it was because he didn't trust himself to take care of himself, to make good decisions, and he gave me the right and responsibility to do that for him. My judgement superceded his whenever we disagreed.
"That's not how you and I would be, though. There'll be times when I tell you what to do or make demands of you, but it'll be because that's what we both want and if we ever pretend otherwise it'll just be part of the game." He closes his eyes and rubs his cheek into Chris's hair. He's worrying again and trying not to show it. "Does that work for you?"
"Relationship, not slave contract," Chris echos, soft but with some force woven into the tone of his voice. He won't ever let himself lose total control in a relationship -- particularly if it's the last one he ever wants to have.... "I get all that, I do. I guess...I don't want to take something important to you, like a collar and get it...wrong. Wrong assumptions, wrong expectations."
He frowns a little, tipping his head back. "I just worry about that. Worry I'm not going to be able to live up to...to the way you live your life."
Liam sighs and feels some tension uncoiling from his shoulders. His hands go back to moving, slowly rubbing. "The way I live my life is, has been, alone. I don't want to do that anymore, I want to live it with you. I've no doubt it'll take some adjustments and rearranging before we come up with something that suits us both. But I've no worries at all about you 'living up to' anything. It's not for me to say what has to be and for you to struggle to achieve some standard, unless you want it to be that way."
He shifts slightly until he can look at Chris's face, with both of their heads at an equal level on the pillow. "I've never been terribly formal with my partners, but then I've not had a full-time partner since before I got into the lifestyle. If you want more formality then we can work it out together. If you want to be formal sometimes but not others, or more formal about some things but not other things, we can try that and see how it works for us. But what you have to understand is that I've never been in love since I became a dom, I've never had a steady lover. I've played with the cute lads around the Club and been happy to do so, for an hour or two or overnight, and there are a few boys I've been with now and then over some length of time. But it's not the same, not at all, and there's no iron-clad slot in my life that you have to force yourself to fit into. You're filling a completely new space in my life and what shape that space will turn out to be depends upon what we want and what works for us, both of us together."
If Chris wasn't already stupid in love forever and ever amen, that speech might have tipped him over completely. As it is, he nods and swallows hard, closing the tiny distance between them to seal this new "thing" with a kiss.
"You won't be alone anymore. I promise that," he murmurs, licking the corners of Liam's mouth tenderly. "You've got me and we'll figure out how to do this...how to make both of us feel safe and secure."
Well, that just requires a kiss back, and cuddling, then more kisses and it's a while before they get back to the conversation, not that either of them is complaining about the delay.
Liam's ended up lying full-length on top of Chris, pressing him down into the mattress, his hands framing his lover's face and his thumbs brushing lightly across his cheekbones. "So," he murmurs, "is there anything you'd like to do? Try? I know other couples have rules and such, rituals, routines -- would you like to do anything in that direction? Even just to try? I keep worrying I'm not doing enough, not being enough of a dominant with you, that you'd rather more... whatever. More." A rueful smile crosses his face. "I suppose it might just be my own nature to fret about that sort of thing with you -- I never have with anyone else, God knows. But I want you to be happy."
"I...okay, it's very difficult to think when you're like...touching me so perfectly like this," Chris laughs, melting into a puddle under his lover's strong frame. "But -- I honestly don't know. More of what we've been doing...I'm sorry I can't give a better answer but if anything, being with Jason for three years made me confused as to what I like and what I put up with, you know?" He hates mentioning Jason's name at this moment but he's also feeling very unguarded -- and he wants to take advantage.
Liam cocks his head, considering. Moving off Chris never even occurs to him. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"I...I guess." Chris shrugs as best he can. "There are a lot of things Jason did to punish me and I ...convinced myself that I enjoyed the punishments, what he was doing and it wasn't...it wasn't mean or cruel on his part. Does that make sense? So much of my time was spent obeying him or else -- I kinda don't know where my natural boundaries are anymore."
Liam suppresses an urge to go look up Jason and kick his arse. That accomplished, he says, "That makes sense. You wanted things to work, wanted to please your lover and be happy with him, so you did your best to fit yourself to what he wanted." He pauses, thinking, then asks, "How kinky were you before Jason? What did you like then? What did you enjoy, fantasize about, before your defaults were messed with?"
Chris blushes hotly. "Uh...I hope this doesn't freak you out or anything but Jason was only the second man I ever uh -- was with. I mean, I had a boyfriend for awhile but we were pretty uh...vanilla. I just had these ideas, feelings." He coughs, turns his head feeling incredibly young and naive. "Nothing tangible. Jason...Jason hit on me during the first movie we did together and God...I thought he was unlocking something in me, you know?"
"So...." So when he fucked you over it was exactly like kicking a puppy, then. "So we'll do some exploring and figure out what you like." Liam leans forward and kisses him gently. "No freaking out, I promise, because you've nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that you're still here, that you're still willing to trust someone, to stay in the lifestyle after the way that bastard abused the gift you gave him... have you any idea how strong you are?"
"I'm not all that strong, Liam -- he left me. It's not like I gathered my courage and stormed out the door." He sighs, turning his head away from Liam's loving and forgiving gaze. "I was a mess afterwards. I missed him. That's...that's wrong. Hell, I probably would have begged for him to take me back but Jessie and Isla would have killed me."
"And yet despite all that, here you are," says Liam, his arms tightening around Chris. "I've known or known of any number of baby subs who, after a bad experience with some bastardly so-called-dom dashed all the way home to vanilla sex, slammed the door and locked it. And considering some of their experiences I can't find it in myself to blame them. They were afraid and they had cause.
"And so did you. Jason messed you over emotionally, so well and thoroughly that you'd no notion he was doing it at the time, you thought all the fault was your own. And yet now, when you've had the time to think and the distance for perspective and you realize just how badly you were treated, here you are with me, with another dom, taking a chance once more. That takes great courage, dear heart, and you'll never convince me otherwise."
"You love me, that's why you can't blame me," Chris murmurs, pleased to be able to say that, pleased to turn his head and stare tenderly up at his boyfriend. "And I tried to hide and only have vanilla sex but Isla made me go to this castle in France and...well...you know the rest of the story."
Liam chuckles and drops a kiss onto his cheek. "And you didn't have kinky sex, or any kind of sex at all at the castle in France. You might well have vanished back into the vanilla world despite all of Isla's best intentions. She could urge and nag and even bully a bit, but she couldn't actually force you to do anything. I'll always see you as brave and strong -- you might as well become accustomed to the idea."
"Oh fiiiine." Chris blushes, his hands mapping out the familiar and well-loved territory of Liam's "terrain." "You just win at this one so next time I gush about you, you have to just become accustomed to it."
"I'll do my best," Liam says agreeably. Chris's hands on him are distracting and he decides they can talk more later. "How about if we start exploring that cabinet, hmm? Why don't you go choose a toy, whatever you like, and we'll experiment together?"
"Mmmm...okay." Chris wiggles out from beneath Liam -- and takes his sweet time since it feels good -- then sits up with an absolutely angelic look on his face. "Think they have water guns in there?"
Liam laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth. "Filled with lube, mayhap? Or chocolate syrup? That's acceptable but only if it's real chocolate -- no carob sauce."
Chris looks around at the pristine white room and blanches. "But...chocolate sauce in this room!? They probably frown on that...." He sprawls on top of Liam with a curious "hmmmm."
"You really want to squirt me with chocolate? Because we actually skipped desert tonight."
"That's true, we did." Liam cocks his head and gives Chris a lascivious smile, then chuckles and shakes his head. "I doubt they have something like that ready to go in the cabinet -- I imagine you'd want to make the syrup up fresh each time," he muses, "and it'd have to be thinner than usual to not clog up the mechanism of the pistol...." He thinks for a few moments, pondering recipe alterations, then comes back to the real world. "I'm sure it's something that could be arranged, though. I'll look into it, since you seem interested. But for now I'm sure you can find something else that looks like fun, hmm?"
Chris favors him with a salute and a grin; he just knows Liam is concocting a recipe for "chocolate in a squirt gun for sexual purposes" even now and damn if he doesn't find that helplessly sexy.
"Any preferences at all?" he asks as he stands up and approaches the Big Slightly Scary Cabinet.
"I reserve a veto on general principles," Liam says, "but no, no preference. Whatever you like, love."
He opens the cabinet doors and does a mock duck, as if something might come flying out. Like a haunted butt plug....
Butt plug, good place to start.
Followed by some leather restraints and a bar and some other straps and things which seem to complete the "set." Hopefully Liam will know where they all go. The next thing surprises him -- he reaches for the blindfold and gag with slightly nervous fingers. It's been a long time but maybe he's ready to put some old ghosts to rest.
Liam raises an eyebrow as the pile of items Chris is building on the bed grows larger. He'd only asked for one and his lover is so often shy about this sort of thing that he hadn't expected more. He's pleased, though, definitely, and makes sure none of his surprise shows in his expression by the time Chris turns around to face him.
"Some excellent choices, there," he says with a warm smile. He scoots over and sits up, then stands, giving Chris a quick hug and a kiss on the nose before opening the cabinet once more. "If we're going to use that, though," he adds, nodding at the gag, "then we need one more thing." He sorts through the gear but doesn't quite find what he wants. There's a small box containing a couple of balls and beanbags that fit easily into the palm but he prefers something that makes noise.
He kneels down and rummages through some things on the bottom shelf. Harness, collar, leash, leash, collar... -- there. He pulls out a delicate kitty collar with a large jingle bell on it and snaps the bell off its ring, then closes the cabinet back up and presses the bell into Chris's hand.
"You hang onto that," he says. "That's your safeword while you're gagged. If you need me to stop, or if you have to tell me anything at all, you give that a toss. I'll hear it even if I'm not looking right at you at the time."
The thoughtfulness of the bell in his hand strikes Chris and he nods, swallows hard. He assumes it's what responsible doms do but since this is his first experience with one -- he's touched.
"Thank you, Liam," he says softly, his eyes shining over at his lover. "Don't think I'll need it but thanks."
"I hope you don't," Liam replies, his voice gentle. "But that's what safewords are for, aye? All the little 'in cases' that we don't anticipate." He leans down and kisses Chris, slowly and with loving devotion.
Chris sinks into the kiss, squeezing the little bell in his hand like a lifeline. Everything Liam does and says makes him feel safe, like he's living in the polar opposite way of what his life used to be.
Liam finally breaks the kiss with a last nibble at Chris's bright red lower lip, then urges him onto the bed, sitting up in the center. "I'll leave the blindfold and gag for last, I think, so you can see what I'm doing and ask questions if you like." He runs his palm down his lover's body from his shoulder down to his thigh, feeling the firm-smooth-tickle of muscles and skin and hair.
A set of leather cuffs go on his wrists and ankles, then the cuffs link to the spreader bar. There are four fasteners, two on each end. Liam makes the attachments so his lover's ankles are spread slightly wider than his wrists. The lad ends up curled into a sort of teardrop shape when viewed from the side, and spread wide when viewed from below. Chris is fit and strong and nothing seems to be pulling too hard or too awkwardly, but Liam asks anyway, "How does that feel?"
Chris isn't up to making articulate conversation at the moment; every new movement and restraint and prop makes his dick harder and his brain smaller. He breathes heavily, licking his swollen lips before answering.
"Feels...amazing," he pants, pulling at the restraints just enough to know he can't move.
"Excellent," says Liam with a casual smile. "Over you go, then." A push on each shoulder and Chris flops down onto his back, arms and legs in the air, the bar wobbling until he gets it and his limbs stable. "Some time we'll try this with the bar suspended. This is a lovely position for fucking with you just dangling there, your arse at the perfect height. Or the bar can be fastened to the floor to keep you standing, bent over. Or if I were planning to keep you in this position for an extended time, I'd suspend the bar from the canopy frame here -- not to change anything about its position but just for support, so it'd take some of your weight if you got tired. For now, though, I think you can hold it up. Let me know if that changes."
He's been lubing up the butt plug while speaking and now he inserts just the tapered end into Chris's arse. He pushes just until there's resistance, then stops and leaves it. His hands go exploring up the backs of his lover's thighs, rubbing and caressing.
Chris doesn't participate in the conversation; he's caught by the sensual cadence of Liam's voice, the restraints tight on his limbs -- the plug is almost an afterthought. He hums and murmurs his agreement, barely noticing the strain on his body in this position. His muscles clench and flex, his ass taking the first bit of the intrusion with a full body tremble.
Whatever you want, Chris thinks, his mind swirling with pictures of everything Liam could/might/wants to do to him. He'll take it all, gladly and willingly and without fear.
Liam's hands explore up and down Chris's legs, then move to play around his tight balls, all fingertips and light touches. One hand strokes up his cock while the other slips farther down and nudges the plug in just a tiny bit farther, then he moves smoothly around to the side and runs his palms up the curved-in torso, kneading and massaging.
"LiamLiam," Chris moans, smiling as his eyes close, his body inexplicably relaxing, his brain controlling the melting of his muscles. Bliss. Marvelous bliss.
Fingers brush across taut nipples and Liam bends down, murmuring, "My Chris..." before fitting his lips to his lover's.
It's the words that have him writhing, the touch is a punctuation to the swelling of emotion and lust and need that burst through Chris' chest as Liam says exactly what Chris has longed to hear.
Liam hangs onto Chris's hair throughout the kiss, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to express possession, while his other hand caresses the lad's broad shoulders and chest.
Chris opens his mouth hungrily, his body twisting up the tinest increment it can manage.
The constrained wriggle has Liam smiling slightly into the kiss. He reaches down with his free hand and nudges the plug a tiny bit farther into Chris's body. It's nowhere near all the way in yet and he's not going to force it. No, not at all. It's going to go in very slowly and gradually no matter how long it takes.
His hand slides back up, across the tight perineum, the drawn-up balls, the swollen hard cock. He brushes his lips across Chris's jaw, then rubs their cheeks together, enjoying the rough textures.
"Mmmmaybe...should have gotten...cock ring," Chris gasps, his body rocking gently in the waves of erotic tension.
"I'm sure you'll remember that next time, love," Liam says, his voice colored with teasing. This is the kind of torment he can truly enjoy and watching Chris tense and trembling with need and desire makes him want to draw it out as long as possible. He runs a palm across Chris's straining nipples, then nudges the plug again.
It's a brilliant sort of agony, the burn of the stretch never fades as each tiny increment of push keeps it fresh and flickering. Chris disappears into the bright pain sometimes; blinking as the white heat surrounds him and he floats inside it, flirting with headspace yet totally connected to Liam's touch and presence.
"Next step now..." Liam murmurs. He picks up the blindfold and wraps it around Chris's head, kissing each eyelid before covering them. Then a long, deep exploration of his lover's mouth, memorizing the taste and feel and the eager responses before he picks up the gag.
Lights out and Chris moans, loudly, vibrating the sound through their kiss. He knows what's coming next and God, he doesn't think he can stand more, thinks he might just explode all over the walls without permission or warning, just give into the wild surge inside him.
Liam lifts his head and asks, "Do you still want this? The gag? It's all right if you've changed your mind, love." He strokes one hand through Chris's hair and down the side of his face, making up in touch for what the lad lacks in vision.
"Want it, please," Chris whispers, his lips dry with anticipation. He gropes around for the bell and remembers he'd put it down without thinking while Liam was buckling the cuffs on. "The...the bell. I need the bell first," he says, fighting the darkness for a second before he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, finding the secure place under Liam's hand.
The bell's nestled in a fold of the quilt, near where Chris's hands had been earlier. Liam scoops it up and puts it back into his hand, closing the lad's fingers around it. "There you go, hang on to that this time." He pauses to kiss his lover's cheek, then whispers, "If you drop it I'll stop. Make sure that's the response you want, aye?" He reaches down and gives the plug another light push.
He can't imagine wanting any of this to stop but Chris nods anyway, reassuring Liam even as he writhes against the plug's teasing entry into his body.
"Here we go, then." One more kiss and Liam fits the gag into place.
He slides off the bed and stands, far enough away to get a good look at the entirety of the picture before him -- his beautiful lad, folded up and buckled and blinded, completely helpless and dependent on him -- but close enough to keep one hand on the solid calf nearest him to reassure the boy that he's still near. Liam just has to look, though, and let the lovely feeling soak in.
Chris is his. His lover, his boy. He's given Liam that perfect gift of trust that's the most precious thing any dom can ever receive.
Liam kneels back on the bed and kisses Chris's forehead. "I love you so much" he says softly. "It fills me until I can hardly breathe."
Dark and quiet is his world but Liam's touch and words sink through and Chris believes he understands exactly how filled up one can be with love -- the feeling, the emotion, the joy, the sorrow, the physical energy of it. He feels on display, solely for Liam though which makes everything that much more special and sensual. And spiritual.
A row of nibbling kisses travels slowly up one of Chris's arms while one firm hand rubs up and down his chest. Each nipple gets a pinch as it passes by at the top of the stroke; his cock gets a light brush with short fingernails at the bottom. Every third stroke, Liam nudges the plug in a little farther. Just a little.
Chris swallows around the gag, breathing through his nose and securing himself to the bed; it takes up so much of his thought process that every time Liam touches him or pushes the plug, he jumps a little, taken by surprise. He shivers, the most movement he can manage at the moment.
Another gentle push and the plug slides the rest of the way in, the widest part inside. Liam fucks him with it slowly, sliding the tip across his prostate, then seats it securely and moves on. He's not ready to finish this quite yet.
His moan is swallowed up the gag so everything, his whole reaction, is internal. Chris' body mainlines every twist of the plug into pure adrenaline and lust, sweat running from his pores as his cock grows impossibly hard and hot.
"So beautiful," Liam says, his voice projecting straight down into the core of Chris's body where his lips are kissing their way up the shallow dip between his abs. "My lovely lad, just lie there and feel me." He's touching him everywhere except his swollen cock, caressing and exploring. With his lover's arms and legs buckled to the bar, he has to get into some awkward positions to get at all the bits he wants to touch and taste, but it's not like there's anyone to see him anyway. He chuckles at the thought, then thinks about what the vibrations likely feel like to his blinded lover and turns the chuckle into a throaty purr.
Is something funny? Is he ever going to touch my cock? Thoughts swirl up through Chris' head, the bell twitching in his sweaty palm. He's conscious of not dropping it and conscious of Liam's mouth and then something switches off in his head; the elevator car drops from it's hinges and plunges downward into the black abyss. Chris goes with it, sinking into the inky darkness.
Liam works his way back up his lover's body until finally his fingers are sifting through his soft hair. He kisses his forehead above the blindfold, and then his cheeks between the blindfold and the gag, then his chin below the gag. He murmurs, "My perfect boy..." before pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
His pride is still online because Liam's words flare a sense of pleasure up inside Chris; he wants to be Liam's perfect boy, to never disappoint him.
One nipple gets a lick, a bite and a hard suck while its mate gets a firm rub with Liam's palm. He kisses and nibbles his way down Chris's torso until he's facing his lover's straining, needy cock. It gets a gentle breath of a kiss and then he moves on, shifting around until he's kneeling below him on the mattress, facing up toward his head.
Liam unrolls a condom over his own cock and smears on lube, then eases the plug out of his lover's arse. He positions himself, then slides in, feeling the tight heat gripping him all the way. He lets his pleasure out in a low, wordless sound, wanting Chris to know how much his body pleases him.
When the plug is pulled from his body, Chris tenses with the loss -- but only long enough to breathe in the scent of Liam's lust so close and then he's full again and he turns into a receptacle for whatever his lover wants, needs.
The world has shrunk down to just Liam and Chris, two bodies, warm and urgent together. Liam thrusts slowly at first, drawing out the exquisite pleasure, the joy of being intimately connected with his lover. He slides his hands under Chris's hips and lifts him off the bed, just a handspan or so to let him penetrate hard and deep.
While the restraints are a wicked turn on, Chris wishes he could touch Liam, wishes he could see his face. But for right now, he concentrates on the sounds and the weight of his thrusts pushing him into the bed. He pictures Liam's face on the beach, telling him he loved him. He pictures Liam's face in the castle in France and slowly the orgasm builds and builds until he's shaking with the power of it.
Urgent sparks of pleasure are zinging through Liam's nerves, centered on his cock and the wonderfully tight body gripping it with every thrust. He knows he's close but he doesn't want to go over the edge alone and he manages to gasp out, "Come for me, love," his voice tight and straining.
The words blur under the roaring tide between his ears but Chris' body knows exactly what to do. He stays on the threshhold between compliance and release for an endless moment, pain bucking through his overwhelmed system before his cock gives it up, gives up every jagged pulse of the orgasm.
The spasms of pleasure rippling through Chris's body drag Liam along with him and they spill together -- Liam into the latex and Chris all over his belly. Liam feels like his brain's just exploded and the universe blanks out for a dozen endless heartbeats.
When he can see and think and move again, he's sprawled over Chris's body with his head resting just below his ribs. The pulsing of his lover's heart distracts him for a few more moments before he hauls himself up. He can't get comfortable until his lover is comfortable.
He takes care of the condom, then pulls the blindfold off over Chris's head. He whispers, "Welcome back," before he goes on to unbuckle the gag.
Chris gulps air wildly as the gag pulls out of his mouth. His throat is raw with unshed screams, his lips dry as he runs his tongue over and over their surface until he feels the difference.
"Liam," he rasps, eyes cracking open enough to let light in, to let the vision of his lover in.
"Right here, love." Liam tosses the gag aside and bends down to kiss Chris, this one adoring but brief. "Hang on a moment and I'll get the rest of this off. You'll feel better when you can stretch." Four quick jerks and the cuffs are undone, their straps left dangling from the spreader bar. It thuds against the thick rug and Liam's hands are busy rubbing circulation back into Chris's hands and feet, helping him unkink.
Blood rushes in everything direction as Chris tries to unkink his body. For a moment he can't do anything but lie there like a beached whale, letting Liam's roughly tender hands bring his body back to life.
"So good," he murmurs quietly, even as the pain begins to make him a little dizzy.
Liam makes sure he's comfortable and then says, "Back in a moment, love." He heads out to the mini-fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice. He twists the top off and goes back to the bedroom where he helps Chris sit up, leaning against the headboard next to him with an arm around his shoulders. "Here you go, drink some of this. Water, sugar and a few vitamins -- it'll help you perk up."
While Chris drinks, Liam cuddles him close and presses a kiss to the tender spot where Chris's jawbone meets his ear. "You were perfect, dear heart. Open and relaxed and trusting -- everything I could ever desire."
"Plus, you can fold me like a pretzel," Chris smiles, hazy and happy and floating in a lovely place as he lays his head on Liam's shoulder. Everything is settling back into place, mind and body and soul; he can enjoy the aftershocks and Liam's tender care in peace.
"Well, aye, that helps," Liam agrees with a chuckle. "But I'd love you even if you were stiff and creaky." His voice lowers, moving from laughing to serious. "The important part is here," he says, kissing his temple once more. "And here." He presses his palm to Chris's chest over his heart. "You're so giving -- you trust me completely and that's a truly wonderful gift."
"That's because I love you." Chris' grin takes away the Hallmark sappiness of the moment. "Whatever you want from me, you can have. Except for meat eating." He winks, laughs. "Okay, now I'm hungry...."
"Damn!" Liam grouches with an exaggerated look of crushed disappointment. "I'll have to try harder next time, then, before I can bring out the steaks. For now, though, let's go shower and then we'll find that dessert we never got to, hmm?"
"If you try any harder next time, I won't be eating steak, I'll be slapping raw ones over my bruises." Chris finishes his juice and rolls onto then over Liam with a smirky smile. "Not that I'll be complaining or anything...."
Liam rolls over, following Chris's movements. He sneaks a tickle in a sensitive spot and says, "Cheeky brat. Just for that, I'll lie here at leisure while you go warm up the shower. Or better yet, run us a bath -- we can take the dessert in there with us on a tray and feed each other bits of whatever while reclining in the hot water."
"Wait? That's my punishment?" Chris stops at the doorway to the bathroom, trying to hold in his laughter. "I'm making cheeky brat my everyday demeanor from now on!"
"Good," Liam says, his voice calm but his eyes crinkled with humor. "Don't tell my sweet boy, but I love my cheeky brat just as much."
Blushing, Chris ducks his head and starts whistling, stepping into the bathroom but keeping his head peeking out.
"Your secret's safe with me," he murmurs.
[Takes place in the evening on Sunday, June 4, shortly after Chris and Liam's dinner on the beach.]
Liam hands Chris a towel, then gets another one and wraps it around his hips, rubbing a third over his hair. They wander out of the steamy bathroom into the big, airy bedroom, in no rush to dress, tickling and caressing and stealing kisses. Dinner'd been lovely and what'd come afterward. They'd chased each other through the surf, laughing and splashing and having a grand time just being silly-in-love until the sun had touched the rim of the sea and then they'd wandered inside and gotten into the shower together.
They'd lingered in the shower and now the sun is down, although it's too early to go to bed. Well, too early to go to sleep at least.
"I declare this the most perfect first day of a vacation in recorded history," Chris smiles, drying himself off then artfully laying out the towels to dry on various chairs and dressers around the room. "Hey, if we keep these blinds up, I'm thinking we can watch the sun come up...."
"Likely we can," Liam agrees. "Assuming we're awake at dawn. Now myself, usually the only time I see the sun come up is if I haven't been to bed yet. Although I can think of one or two reasons I might not mind being woken up at such an hour, but only one or two. Think you can come up with one of them, if you happen to be awake right around sunrise and would like to share it...?" He gives Chris a playful bite on one earlobe, then trails kisses around the back of his neck.
"Your wake-up call at dawn is a blow job -- got it," Chris laughs, tilting his head forward with a happy purr.
"Mmm, that'll do, certainly," Liam says, letting the pleasure show in his voice. "In that case I'll be pleased to share the sunrise with you." His lips continue on their way past Chris's nape and around to his other ear.
"Hmmm...." Chris' breathing deepens; he reaches his hand over to stroke Liam's thigh, moving closer, bending to him like a flower to the sun.
Liam wraps one arm around Chris's waist and strokes lightly over the ripples of muscle while walking them both toward the bed. It's warm enough that he doesn't bother to pull up the quilt but just lies down on the clean-smelling sheets.
When they've shifted into a comfortable cuddling position he lets out a relaxed sigh, one hand still moving lightly up and down his lover's back. They're silent for a few moments, just enjoying being close to each other, then he asks, "Where would you like to go from here? Would you like us to do anything differently, anything more?" His arms tighten around Chris for a moment, emphasizing the two of them together.
"We talking big picture or...do I want to move my leg?" It's sort of a joke, sort of -- Chris tilts his head back to look at Liam's face. "Like...us? What happens next?"
Liam chuckles and nods, wondering why he always has such a hard time communicating clearly about this sort of thing. "Aye, that's what I meant. The bigger picture. Now that we've managed the L-word, would you like to change anything? Add anything? I know we can't change too much, with your public persona and all, but I'd like to do something to... to mark the difference?"
"Like rings or something?" And immediately he flushes, embarassed because a long time ago he came to the conclusion that in many ways, he and Liam diverged on how relationships might go and he would never say "give up other men" or put clauses into how Liam behaved. "I mean -- something we could both wear, symbolic. Doesn't have to be rings," Chris says quickly. "Did you have something in mind?"
Well, Liam hadn't actually been thinking of rings but it's a fine idea nonetheless. Romantic, and he finds himself wearing a silly smile again. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.
"Rings would be grand," he says. "Although... could we? I suppose if they didn't match -- that'd be difficult to explain to the media I'd imagine, if anyone noticed." He frowns, thinking. "I'd not want to jeopardize your career in any way. I try to think about how things would look, but you've a veto there if I should suggest anything that might cause trouble."
Chris thinks about it, honestly and creatively, then smiles. "We could pick out something for the other person so they wouldn't match and uh -- I'll just wear it on the opposite hand you know?" He shrugs. "If I get caught, I can say it's from Jessie or something."
Liam smiles down at him. "And just what would Miss Jessie extort from the both of us for going along with this?" he asks, a thread of exaggerated terror in his voice. "Any ideas? I'd like to be prepared is the only reason I ask."
"She'd do it for free...though we better not come back from this place without mad souvenirs...."
"Well, that's a relief," Liam says with a loud exhalation. "I'm sure we can manage souvenirs without too much trouble. They have a toy store here, if I remember correctly. We can put together a nice beginner's kit for her."
In his mind he's already thinking about what kind of ring he'll get for Chris. Something different, unique but not girly -- masculine. Something custom made, perhaps.
And if he was going to have something made anyway.... "How would you feel about a collar to match your ring?" He gets it out, clear and direct, before he can think the better of it. Too much? Too soon? Shut it, it's only a question and if he'd rather not then he'll tell you so. "I know you couldn't wear it out," he adds quickly. "But for around the house? Would you like that? It's all right if you'd rather not, or if it's just too soon...."
"A collar?" Chris feels his eyes widening and tries to superimpose what he's seen/heard around the Club and not associate the word with how Jason used it on him.... "I...wow. I hadn't thought of it." He presses a little closer to Liam, his breath heavy with emotion. "I've never had something like that."
"If you want to think about it for a bit then that's fine," Liam assures him, cuddling him in response to the shift closer. He manages to keep his voice calm and even despite the fact that he's smacking himself inside. Think it through next time, he grouses to himself. You don't have to do everything at once. You'll scare the lad off and then where'll you be?
"I'm not saying no Liam -- I'm just wondering what it would mean to you...giving me that. What would you expect from me?" Chris murmurs.
All right, that's a fair question. Liam thinks for a moment, then says, "It'd mean that we're together, seriously and for the long run. That you're someone special to me and I to you, that there's a bond between us. That no matter who else we're with for fun, that we'll always come home to each other. It'd mean that you're mine and I'll take care of you."
That brings to mind some of the few things Chris has said about Jason and he adds, "Not like a thing would be mine, or even like the way East is yours. But that you'd be mine to care for and to love, and it'd be my responsibility to make you as happy as I can. I'd never want to diminish you, dear heart. You're a strong man and I'd not want you otherwise. And your wearing a collar for me wouldn't actually change anything between us -- this is how I feel toward you now. It'd just be a symbol of what we already have."
Chris is quiet for a long time; he rubs his hands over Liam's shoulders and back so he doesn't think it's a bad silence. He just needs to process it.
Everything works for him, all of it. It makes him feel proud and touched and aroused Liam wants that with him but two little thorns keep pricking him.
His relationship with Jessie. And Christian.
"Can I ask you about...how would this collar be different from the one you gave Christian?" he asks faintly, his head ducked down.
Christian? Liam's confused for a moment because what does Christian have to do with anything between him and Chris? "Well... it wouldn't be the same thing at all. Christian and I were contracted as... as a temporary thing because he needed someone to look out for him. He didn't feel up to taking care of himself and needed someone to do it for him. I was more like his... his doctor or his father, like a guardian." He'd never really thought about it in so many words and he's organizing his thoughts as he goes along.
"I love him as a friend, a very good friend, and I care for him quite a lot, but I'm not in love with him. There was never anything romantic between us. You and I, we fit together to make a whole... something, a relationship, whatever the women call it. We're not equal in the sense of two identical pieces, but our edges fit together. I'll often take the lead because of the lifestyle we both prefer but the bottom line is we both have an equal veto and I'd never do anything you truly didn't want, or demand anything of you that you didn't freely give. With Christian, I was the master and what I said went, even if I had to physically force him at times, because he wasn't able to be responsible for himself. When he gave me a slave contract it was because he didn't trust himself to take care of himself, to make good decisions, and he gave me the right and responsibility to do that for him. My judgement superceded his whenever we disagreed.
"That's not how you and I would be, though. There'll be times when I tell you what to do or make demands of you, but it'll be because that's what we both want and if we ever pretend otherwise it'll just be part of the game." He closes his eyes and rubs his cheek into Chris's hair. He's worrying again and trying not to show it. "Does that work for you?"
"Relationship, not slave contract," Chris echos, soft but with some force woven into the tone of his voice. He won't ever let himself lose total control in a relationship -- particularly if it's the last one he ever wants to have.... "I get all that, I do. I guess...I don't want to take something important to you, like a collar and get it...wrong. Wrong assumptions, wrong expectations."
He frowns a little, tipping his head back. "I just worry about that. Worry I'm not going to be able to live up to...to the way you live your life."
Liam sighs and feels some tension uncoiling from his shoulders. His hands go back to moving, slowly rubbing. "The way I live my life is, has been, alone. I don't want to do that anymore, I want to live it with you. I've no doubt it'll take some adjustments and rearranging before we come up with something that suits us both. But I've no worries at all about you 'living up to' anything. It's not for me to say what has to be and for you to struggle to achieve some standard, unless you want it to be that way."
He shifts slightly until he can look at Chris's face, with both of their heads at an equal level on the pillow. "I've never been terribly formal with my partners, but then I've not had a full-time partner since before I got into the lifestyle. If you want more formality then we can work it out together. If you want to be formal sometimes but not others, or more formal about some things but not other things, we can try that and see how it works for us. But what you have to understand is that I've never been in love since I became a dom, I've never had a steady lover. I've played with the cute lads around the Club and been happy to do so, for an hour or two or overnight, and there are a few boys I've been with now and then over some length of time. But it's not the same, not at all, and there's no iron-clad slot in my life that you have to force yourself to fit into. You're filling a completely new space in my life and what shape that space will turn out to be depends upon what we want and what works for us, both of us together."
If Chris wasn't already stupid in love forever and ever amen, that speech might have tipped him over completely. As it is, he nods and swallows hard, closing the tiny distance between them to seal this new "thing" with a kiss.
"You won't be alone anymore. I promise that," he murmurs, licking the corners of Liam's mouth tenderly. "You've got me and we'll figure out how to do this...how to make both of us feel safe and secure."
Well, that just requires a kiss back, and cuddling, then more kisses and it's a while before they get back to the conversation, not that either of them is complaining about the delay.
Liam's ended up lying full-length on top of Chris, pressing him down into the mattress, his hands framing his lover's face and his thumbs brushing lightly across his cheekbones. "So," he murmurs, "is there anything you'd like to do? Try? I know other couples have rules and such, rituals, routines -- would you like to do anything in that direction? Even just to try? I keep worrying I'm not doing enough, not being enough of a dominant with you, that you'd rather more... whatever. More." A rueful smile crosses his face. "I suppose it might just be my own nature to fret about that sort of thing with you -- I never have with anyone else, God knows. But I want you to be happy."
"I...okay, it's very difficult to think when you're like...touching me so perfectly like this," Chris laughs, melting into a puddle under his lover's strong frame. "But -- I honestly don't know. More of what we've been doing...I'm sorry I can't give a better answer but if anything, being with Jason for three years made me confused as to what I like and what I put up with, you know?" He hates mentioning Jason's name at this moment but he's also feeling very unguarded -- and he wants to take advantage.
Liam cocks his head, considering. Moving off Chris never even occurs to him. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"I...I guess." Chris shrugs as best he can. "There are a lot of things Jason did to punish me and I ...convinced myself that I enjoyed the punishments, what he was doing and it wasn't...it wasn't mean or cruel on his part. Does that make sense? So much of my time was spent obeying him or else -- I kinda don't know where my natural boundaries are anymore."
Liam suppresses an urge to go look up Jason and kick his arse. That accomplished, he says, "That makes sense. You wanted things to work, wanted to please your lover and be happy with him, so you did your best to fit yourself to what he wanted." He pauses, thinking, then asks, "How kinky were you before Jason? What did you like then? What did you enjoy, fantasize about, before your defaults were messed with?"
Chris blushes hotly. "Uh...I hope this doesn't freak you out or anything but Jason was only the second man I ever uh -- was with. I mean, I had a boyfriend for awhile but we were pretty uh...vanilla. I just had these ideas, feelings." He coughs, turns his head feeling incredibly young and naive. "Nothing tangible. Jason...Jason hit on me during the first movie we did together and God...I thought he was unlocking something in me, you know?"
"So...." So when he fucked you over it was exactly like kicking a puppy, then. "So we'll do some exploring and figure out what you like." Liam leans forward and kisses him gently. "No freaking out, I promise, because you've nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that you're still here, that you're still willing to trust someone, to stay in the lifestyle after the way that bastard abused the gift you gave him... have you any idea how strong you are?"
"I'm not all that strong, Liam -- he left me. It's not like I gathered my courage and stormed out the door." He sighs, turning his head away from Liam's loving and forgiving gaze. "I was a mess afterwards. I missed him. That's...that's wrong. Hell, I probably would have begged for him to take me back but Jessie and Isla would have killed me."
"And yet despite all that, here you are," says Liam, his arms tightening around Chris. "I've known or known of any number of baby subs who, after a bad experience with some bastardly so-called-dom dashed all the way home to vanilla sex, slammed the door and locked it. And considering some of their experiences I can't find it in myself to blame them. They were afraid and they had cause.
"And so did you. Jason messed you over emotionally, so well and thoroughly that you'd no notion he was doing it at the time, you thought all the fault was your own. And yet now, when you've had the time to think and the distance for perspective and you realize just how badly you were treated, here you are with me, with another dom, taking a chance once more. That takes great courage, dear heart, and you'll never convince me otherwise."
"You love me, that's why you can't blame me," Chris murmurs, pleased to be able to say that, pleased to turn his head and stare tenderly up at his boyfriend. "And I tried to hide and only have vanilla sex but Isla made me go to this castle in France and...well...you know the rest of the story."
Liam chuckles and drops a kiss onto his cheek. "And you didn't have kinky sex, or any kind of sex at all at the castle in France. You might well have vanished back into the vanilla world despite all of Isla's best intentions. She could urge and nag and even bully a bit, but she couldn't actually force you to do anything. I'll always see you as brave and strong -- you might as well become accustomed to the idea."
"Oh fiiiine." Chris blushes, his hands mapping out the familiar and well-loved territory of Liam's "terrain." "You just win at this one so next time I gush about you, you have to just become accustomed to it."
"I'll do my best," Liam says agreeably. Chris's hands on him are distracting and he decides they can talk more later. "How about if we start exploring that cabinet, hmm? Why don't you go choose a toy, whatever you like, and we'll experiment together?"
"Mmmm...okay." Chris wiggles out from beneath Liam -- and takes his sweet time since it feels good -- then sits up with an absolutely angelic look on his face. "Think they have water guns in there?"
Liam laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth. "Filled with lube, mayhap? Or chocolate syrup? That's acceptable but only if it's real chocolate -- no carob sauce."
Chris looks around at the pristine white room and blanches. "But...chocolate sauce in this room!? They probably frown on that...." He sprawls on top of Liam with a curious "hmmmm."
"You really want to squirt me with chocolate? Because we actually skipped desert tonight."
"That's true, we did." Liam cocks his head and gives Chris a lascivious smile, then chuckles and shakes his head. "I doubt they have something like that ready to go in the cabinet -- I imagine you'd want to make the syrup up fresh each time," he muses, "and it'd have to be thinner than usual to not clog up the mechanism of the pistol...." He thinks for a few moments, pondering recipe alterations, then comes back to the real world. "I'm sure it's something that could be arranged, though. I'll look into it, since you seem interested. But for now I'm sure you can find something else that looks like fun, hmm?"
Chris favors him with a salute and a grin; he just knows Liam is concocting a recipe for "chocolate in a squirt gun for sexual purposes" even now and damn if he doesn't find that helplessly sexy.
"Any preferences at all?" he asks as he stands up and approaches the Big Slightly Scary Cabinet.
"I reserve a veto on general principles," Liam says, "but no, no preference. Whatever you like, love."
He opens the cabinet doors and does a mock duck, as if something might come flying out. Like a haunted butt plug....
Butt plug, good place to start.
Followed by some leather restraints and a bar and some other straps and things which seem to complete the "set." Hopefully Liam will know where they all go. The next thing surprises him -- he reaches for the blindfold and gag with slightly nervous fingers. It's been a long time but maybe he's ready to put some old ghosts to rest.
Liam raises an eyebrow as the pile of items Chris is building on the bed grows larger. He'd only asked for one and his lover is so often shy about this sort of thing that he hadn't expected more. He's pleased, though, definitely, and makes sure none of his surprise shows in his expression by the time Chris turns around to face him.
"Some excellent choices, there," he says with a warm smile. He scoots over and sits up, then stands, giving Chris a quick hug and a kiss on the nose before opening the cabinet once more. "If we're going to use that, though," he adds, nodding at the gag, "then we need one more thing." He sorts through the gear but doesn't quite find what he wants. There's a small box containing a couple of balls and beanbags that fit easily into the palm but he prefers something that makes noise.
He kneels down and rummages through some things on the bottom shelf. Harness, collar, leash, leash, collar... -- there. He pulls out a delicate kitty collar with a large jingle bell on it and snaps the bell off its ring, then closes the cabinet back up and presses the bell into Chris's hand.
"You hang onto that," he says. "That's your safeword while you're gagged. If you need me to stop, or if you have to tell me anything at all, you give that a toss. I'll hear it even if I'm not looking right at you at the time."
The thoughtfulness of the bell in his hand strikes Chris and he nods, swallows hard. He assumes it's what responsible doms do but since this is his first experience with one -- he's touched.
"Thank you, Liam," he says softly, his eyes shining over at his lover. "Don't think I'll need it but thanks."
"I hope you don't," Liam replies, his voice gentle. "But that's what safewords are for, aye? All the little 'in cases' that we don't anticipate." He leans down and kisses Chris, slowly and with loving devotion.
Chris sinks into the kiss, squeezing the little bell in his hand like a lifeline. Everything Liam does and says makes him feel safe, like he's living in the polar opposite way of what his life used to be.
Liam finally breaks the kiss with a last nibble at Chris's bright red lower lip, then urges him onto the bed, sitting up in the center. "I'll leave the blindfold and gag for last, I think, so you can see what I'm doing and ask questions if you like." He runs his palm down his lover's body from his shoulder down to his thigh, feeling the firm-smooth-tickle of muscles and skin and hair.
A set of leather cuffs go on his wrists and ankles, then the cuffs link to the spreader bar. There are four fasteners, two on each end. Liam makes the attachments so his lover's ankles are spread slightly wider than his wrists. The lad ends up curled into a sort of teardrop shape when viewed from the side, and spread wide when viewed from below. Chris is fit and strong and nothing seems to be pulling too hard or too awkwardly, but Liam asks anyway, "How does that feel?"
Chris isn't up to making articulate conversation at the moment; every new movement and restraint and prop makes his dick harder and his brain smaller. He breathes heavily, licking his swollen lips before answering.
"Feels...amazing," he pants, pulling at the restraints just enough to know he can't move.
"Excellent," says Liam with a casual smile. "Over you go, then." A push on each shoulder and Chris flops down onto his back, arms and legs in the air, the bar wobbling until he gets it and his limbs stable. "Some time we'll try this with the bar suspended. This is a lovely position for fucking with you just dangling there, your arse at the perfect height. Or the bar can be fastened to the floor to keep you standing, bent over. Or if I were planning to keep you in this position for an extended time, I'd suspend the bar from the canopy frame here -- not to change anything about its position but just for support, so it'd take some of your weight if you got tired. For now, though, I think you can hold it up. Let me know if that changes."
He's been lubing up the butt plug while speaking and now he inserts just the tapered end into Chris's arse. He pushes just until there's resistance, then stops and leaves it. His hands go exploring up the backs of his lover's thighs, rubbing and caressing.
Chris doesn't participate in the conversation; he's caught by the sensual cadence of Liam's voice, the restraints tight on his limbs -- the plug is almost an afterthought. He hums and murmurs his agreement, barely noticing the strain on his body in this position. His muscles clench and flex, his ass taking the first bit of the intrusion with a full body tremble.
Whatever you want, Chris thinks, his mind swirling with pictures of everything Liam could/might/wants to do to him. He'll take it all, gladly and willingly and without fear.
Liam's hands explore up and down Chris's legs, then move to play around his tight balls, all fingertips and light touches. One hand strokes up his cock while the other slips farther down and nudges the plug in just a tiny bit farther, then he moves smoothly around to the side and runs his palms up the curved-in torso, kneading and massaging.
"LiamLiam," Chris moans, smiling as his eyes close, his body inexplicably relaxing, his brain controlling the melting of his muscles. Bliss. Marvelous bliss.
Fingers brush across taut nipples and Liam bends down, murmuring, "My Chris..." before fitting his lips to his lover's.
It's the words that have him writhing, the touch is a punctuation to the swelling of emotion and lust and need that burst through Chris' chest as Liam says exactly what Chris has longed to hear.
Liam hangs onto Chris's hair throughout the kiss, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to express possession, while his other hand caresses the lad's broad shoulders and chest.
Chris opens his mouth hungrily, his body twisting up the tinest increment it can manage.
The constrained wriggle has Liam smiling slightly into the kiss. He reaches down with his free hand and nudges the plug a tiny bit farther into Chris's body. It's nowhere near all the way in yet and he's not going to force it. No, not at all. It's going to go in very slowly and gradually no matter how long it takes.
His hand slides back up, across the tight perineum, the drawn-up balls, the swollen hard cock. He brushes his lips across Chris's jaw, then rubs their cheeks together, enjoying the rough textures.
"Mmmmaybe...should have gotten...cock ring," Chris gasps, his body rocking gently in the waves of erotic tension.
"I'm sure you'll remember that next time, love," Liam says, his voice colored with teasing. This is the kind of torment he can truly enjoy and watching Chris tense and trembling with need and desire makes him want to draw it out as long as possible. He runs a palm across Chris's straining nipples, then nudges the plug again.
It's a brilliant sort of agony, the burn of the stretch never fades as each tiny increment of push keeps it fresh and flickering. Chris disappears into the bright pain sometimes; blinking as the white heat surrounds him and he floats inside it, flirting with headspace yet totally connected to Liam's touch and presence.
"Next step now..." Liam murmurs. He picks up the blindfold and wraps it around Chris's head, kissing each eyelid before covering them. Then a long, deep exploration of his lover's mouth, memorizing the taste and feel and the eager responses before he picks up the gag.
Lights out and Chris moans, loudly, vibrating the sound through their kiss. He knows what's coming next and God, he doesn't think he can stand more, thinks he might just explode all over the walls without permission or warning, just give into the wild surge inside him.
Liam lifts his head and asks, "Do you still want this? The gag? It's all right if you've changed your mind, love." He strokes one hand through Chris's hair and down the side of his face, making up in touch for what the lad lacks in vision.
"Want it, please," Chris whispers, his lips dry with anticipation. He gropes around for the bell and remembers he'd put it down without thinking while Liam was buckling the cuffs on. "The...the bell. I need the bell first," he says, fighting the darkness for a second before he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, finding the secure place under Liam's hand.
The bell's nestled in a fold of the quilt, near where Chris's hands had been earlier. Liam scoops it up and puts it back into his hand, closing the lad's fingers around it. "There you go, hang on to that this time." He pauses to kiss his lover's cheek, then whispers, "If you drop it I'll stop. Make sure that's the response you want, aye?" He reaches down and gives the plug another light push.
He can't imagine wanting any of this to stop but Chris nods anyway, reassuring Liam even as he writhes against the plug's teasing entry into his body.
"Here we go, then." One more kiss and Liam fits the gag into place.
He slides off the bed and stands, far enough away to get a good look at the entirety of the picture before him -- his beautiful lad, folded up and buckled and blinded, completely helpless and dependent on him -- but close enough to keep one hand on the solid calf nearest him to reassure the boy that he's still near. Liam just has to look, though, and let the lovely feeling soak in.
Chris is his. His lover, his boy. He's given Liam that perfect gift of trust that's the most precious thing any dom can ever receive.
Liam kneels back on the bed and kisses Chris's forehead. "I love you so much" he says softly. "It fills me until I can hardly breathe."
Dark and quiet is his world but Liam's touch and words sink through and Chris believes he understands exactly how filled up one can be with love -- the feeling, the emotion, the joy, the sorrow, the physical energy of it. He feels on display, solely for Liam though which makes everything that much more special and sensual. And spiritual.
A row of nibbling kisses travels slowly up one of Chris's arms while one firm hand rubs up and down his chest. Each nipple gets a pinch as it passes by at the top of the stroke; his cock gets a light brush with short fingernails at the bottom. Every third stroke, Liam nudges the plug in a little farther. Just a little.
Chris swallows around the gag, breathing through his nose and securing himself to the bed; it takes up so much of his thought process that every time Liam touches him or pushes the plug, he jumps a little, taken by surprise. He shivers, the most movement he can manage at the moment.
Another gentle push and the plug slides the rest of the way in, the widest part inside. Liam fucks him with it slowly, sliding the tip across his prostate, then seats it securely and moves on. He's not ready to finish this quite yet.
His moan is swallowed up the gag so everything, his whole reaction, is internal. Chris' body mainlines every twist of the plug into pure adrenaline and lust, sweat running from his pores as his cock grows impossibly hard and hot.
"So beautiful," Liam says, his voice projecting straight down into the core of Chris's body where his lips are kissing their way up the shallow dip between his abs. "My lovely lad, just lie there and feel me." He's touching him everywhere except his swollen cock, caressing and exploring. With his lover's arms and legs buckled to the bar, he has to get into some awkward positions to get at all the bits he wants to touch and taste, but it's not like there's anyone to see him anyway. He chuckles at the thought, then thinks about what the vibrations likely feel like to his blinded lover and turns the chuckle into a throaty purr.
Is something funny? Is he ever going to touch my cock? Thoughts swirl up through Chris' head, the bell twitching in his sweaty palm. He's conscious of not dropping it and conscious of Liam's mouth and then something switches off in his head; the elevator car drops from it's hinges and plunges downward into the black abyss. Chris goes with it, sinking into the inky darkness.
Liam works his way back up his lover's body until finally his fingers are sifting through his soft hair. He kisses his forehead above the blindfold, and then his cheeks between the blindfold and the gag, then his chin below the gag. He murmurs, "My perfect boy..." before pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
His pride is still online because Liam's words flare a sense of pleasure up inside Chris; he wants to be Liam's perfect boy, to never disappoint him.
One nipple gets a lick, a bite and a hard suck while its mate gets a firm rub with Liam's palm. He kisses and nibbles his way down Chris's torso until he's facing his lover's straining, needy cock. It gets a gentle breath of a kiss and then he moves on, shifting around until he's kneeling below him on the mattress, facing up toward his head.
Liam unrolls a condom over his own cock and smears on lube, then eases the plug out of his lover's arse. He positions himself, then slides in, feeling the tight heat gripping him all the way. He lets his pleasure out in a low, wordless sound, wanting Chris to know how much his body pleases him.
When the plug is pulled from his body, Chris tenses with the loss -- but only long enough to breathe in the scent of Liam's lust so close and then he's full again and he turns into a receptacle for whatever his lover wants, needs.
The world has shrunk down to just Liam and Chris, two bodies, warm and urgent together. Liam thrusts slowly at first, drawing out the exquisite pleasure, the joy of being intimately connected with his lover. He slides his hands under Chris's hips and lifts him off the bed, just a handspan or so to let him penetrate hard and deep.
While the restraints are a wicked turn on, Chris wishes he could touch Liam, wishes he could see his face. But for right now, he concentrates on the sounds and the weight of his thrusts pushing him into the bed. He pictures Liam's face on the beach, telling him he loved him. He pictures Liam's face in the castle in France and slowly the orgasm builds and builds until he's shaking with the power of it.
Urgent sparks of pleasure are zinging through Liam's nerves, centered on his cock and the wonderfully tight body gripping it with every thrust. He knows he's close but he doesn't want to go over the edge alone and he manages to gasp out, "Come for me, love," his voice tight and straining.
The words blur under the roaring tide between his ears but Chris' body knows exactly what to do. He stays on the threshhold between compliance and release for an endless moment, pain bucking through his overwhelmed system before his cock gives it up, gives up every jagged pulse of the orgasm.
The spasms of pleasure rippling through Chris's body drag Liam along with him and they spill together -- Liam into the latex and Chris all over his belly. Liam feels like his brain's just exploded and the universe blanks out for a dozen endless heartbeats.
When he can see and think and move again, he's sprawled over Chris's body with his head resting just below his ribs. The pulsing of his lover's heart distracts him for a few more moments before he hauls himself up. He can't get comfortable until his lover is comfortable.
He takes care of the condom, then pulls the blindfold off over Chris's head. He whispers, "Welcome back," before he goes on to unbuckle the gag.
Chris gulps air wildly as the gag pulls out of his mouth. His throat is raw with unshed screams, his lips dry as he runs his tongue over and over their surface until he feels the difference.
"Liam," he rasps, eyes cracking open enough to let light in, to let the vision of his lover in.
"Right here, love." Liam tosses the gag aside and bends down to kiss Chris, this one adoring but brief. "Hang on a moment and I'll get the rest of this off. You'll feel better when you can stretch." Four quick jerks and the cuffs are undone, their straps left dangling from the spreader bar. It thuds against the thick rug and Liam's hands are busy rubbing circulation back into Chris's hands and feet, helping him unkink.
Blood rushes in everything direction as Chris tries to unkink his body. For a moment he can't do anything but lie there like a beached whale, letting Liam's roughly tender hands bring his body back to life.
"So good," he murmurs quietly, even as the pain begins to make him a little dizzy.
Liam makes sure he's comfortable and then says, "Back in a moment, love." He heads out to the mini-fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice. He twists the top off and goes back to the bedroom where he helps Chris sit up, leaning against the headboard next to him with an arm around his shoulders. "Here you go, drink some of this. Water, sugar and a few vitamins -- it'll help you perk up."
While Chris drinks, Liam cuddles him close and presses a kiss to the tender spot where Chris's jawbone meets his ear. "You were perfect, dear heart. Open and relaxed and trusting -- everything I could ever desire."
"Plus, you can fold me like a pretzel," Chris smiles, hazy and happy and floating in a lovely place as he lays his head on Liam's shoulder. Everything is settling back into place, mind and body and soul; he can enjoy the aftershocks and Liam's tender care in peace.
"Well, aye, that helps," Liam agrees with a chuckle. "But I'd love you even if you were stiff and creaky." His voice lowers, moving from laughing to serious. "The important part is here," he says, kissing his temple once more. "And here." He presses his palm to Chris's chest over his heart. "You're so giving -- you trust me completely and that's a truly wonderful gift."
"That's because I love you." Chris' grin takes away the Hallmark sappiness of the moment. "Whatever you want from me, you can have. Except for meat eating." He winks, laughs. "Okay, now I'm hungry...."
"Damn!" Liam grouches with an exaggerated look of crushed disappointment. "I'll have to try harder next time, then, before I can bring out the steaks. For now, though, let's go shower and then we'll find that dessert we never got to, hmm?"
"If you try any harder next time, I won't be eating steak, I'll be slapping raw ones over my bruises." Chris finishes his juice and rolls onto then over Liam with a smirky smile. "Not that I'll be complaining or anything...."
Liam rolls over, following Chris's movements. He sneaks a tickle in a sensitive spot and says, "Cheeky brat. Just for that, I'll lie here at leisure while you go warm up the shower. Or better yet, run us a bath -- we can take the dessert in there with us on a tray and feed each other bits of whatever while reclining in the hot water."
"Wait? That's my punishment?" Chris stops at the doorway to the bathroom, trying to hold in his laughter. "I'm making cheeky brat my everyday demeanor from now on!"
"Good," Liam says, his voice calm but his eyes crinkled with humor. "Don't tell my sweet boy, but I love my cheeky brat just as much."
Blushing, Chris ducks his head and starts whistling, stepping into the bathroom but keeping his head peeking out.
"Your secret's safe with me," he murmurs.
