by Megan Derr
But wanting something, even desperately, was one thing. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
"Oh, I'm quite certain you'll prove a natural at tying me up," Sorin said with a grin. He tugged Koray close and kissed him softly. "But I can show you, and we'll do this only if you want. You don't—"
"Don't make me gag you as well," Koray said. "The same goes for you, you know."
Sorin kissed his nose. "I know, but as I bought the rope, I think it is safe to say that I want it." He took one of the cords from Koray, held up one of Koray's wrists, and deftly showed him how to tie it so that it held secure without causing harm. "That is all there is to it." He handed the cord back and held out his own wrist, letting Koray practice until they were both comfortable.
Standing, Sorin discarded his robe and then climbed onto the bed. Koray waited for him to get comfortable, smiling ever so faintly at the half-hard state of his cock. Koray's twitched as he watched, admiring all the tight muscle, every line and curve of Sorin's war-scarred body.
"Come along, necromancer, unless you'd rather stand there all night. Losing your nerve?"
"You are working hard to lose your ability to speak," Koray retorted as he climbed onto the bed and secured Sorin's wrists. He was briefly annoyed when he had to redo the second one twice, but the gentle nudge of Sorin's leg against his soothed it away.
That left him with two cords, but he wasn't inclined to bind Sorin's feet. Maybe next time.
Drawing back, he discarded his own robe and then straddled Sorin's hips, shivering at the way their cocks rubbed together. He felt overheated, taut, and he was probably flushed bright red, but he didn't care because Sorin was staring at him like nothing and no one else existed. Koray had been afraid that look would vanish with his hair, or at least dim, but it burned as hot as ever.
He never wanted to get used to that look. Reaching out, Koray traced the lines of Sorin's face—cheekbones, the slightly crooked nose, his chin and brow. Twice Sorin jerked, mouth twisting into a brief scowl as the ropes reminded him he couldn't do anything. "This is slightly more vexing than anticipated."
Koray caressed the sides of Sorin's throat, fanned his fingers along Sorin's shoulders, then dragged his nails along those strong, beautiful arms as far as he could. "Poor Lord High Paladin, no longer in charge."
Snorting softly, Sorin replied, "As though I am ever in charge when you're in the room. The entire kingdom knows precisely who commands the High Paladin. I've never heard you quite so cheerful about it, though."
Eschewing a response in favor of putting his mouth to better use, Koray braced his hands on Sorin's entrancing chest and bent to kiss him as ardently as he knew how, teeth and tongue working, leaving Sorin's lips wet and swollen. Shifting down, moving his hands to Sorin's sides, thrumming with the way he could feel Sorin pulling at the cords, Koray looked up, smiled, then bent back to his task, dragging his mouth wetly down Sorin's chest, tongue tracing scars, teeth dragging along unmarred skin. His heart thudded in his ears, face hot, and he half-expected the whole thing to be a dream, or for Sorin to order him to stop.
But Sorin just moaned and panted, biting out Koray's name when Koray put a mouth to one nipple, teased the other with his thumb, dragging his nail lightly over and around it before circling more gently with the pad of his thumb, then switching hand and mouth.
He reared back sharply when Sorin jerked up. Koray smacked the center of his chest. "None of that."
"You have only yourself to blame," Sorin replied.
Koray dropped a quick kiss on his mouth, drawing back before Sorin had a chance to respond to it. "You bought them, suffer."
Sorin huffed, but his mouth twitched with the smile he wasn't fighting very hard.
No one had ever trusted Koray so much. Part of him wanted to run away and hide, he was so overwhelmed by it. Most of him was determined to stay right there and enjoy every single moment. He lightly dragged his fingers down Sorin's sides, then across his chest, worrying the nipples again before trailing up and back down. He could spend hours on Sorin's chest, explore every dip and curve, trace the muscles and memorize every scar. Explore every bit of it with his tongue, score the skin with his nails just to leave proof he had been there.
Surrendering to that need, he started at Sorin's shoulders and dragged his nails down, mouth curving at the way Sorin arched into the touch, hissing out Koray's name. Koray stopped only when he reached the heavy thatch of dark curls at Sorin's groin, carefully avoiding his cock just to be vexing. Drawing back to admire his work, Koray pressed his fingers to the long red lines his nails had left.
Sorin groaned, eyes closing as his head fell back. "Koray …" All the levity had left Sorin's voice, replaced by desperation. His tongue kept slipping out to lick at his lips, throat working.
Ducking his head to hide a smile, Koray wrapped his long fingers around Sorin's cock, exploring, teasing—nearly toppling when Sorin bucked again. Letting go of his cock, Koray pressed down on his hips. "Hold still."
"I don't know how you expect me to do that," Sorin replied.
"If you don't, I'll be more than happy to leave you to suffer and take care of myself."
Sorin's face took on a drugged expression. "I think we both know that watching you fuck yourself doesn't cause me suffering."
"Who said you'd get to watch?" Koray retorted. He struggled not to smile when Sorin pouted. "Don't move." When Sorin nodded, Koray returned to teasing Sorin's cock. They both moaned when he shifted and brought their cocks together.
But Koray wasn't finished yet. He resumed kissing and touching, starting with a small one pressed to Sorin's cock before he moved off Sorin and spread his legs, letting his hands linger on Sorin's heavy thighs for a moment before he stroked along the soft skin of his inner thighs. He teased along the crease where they met Sorin's groin, stroking through the hair, teasing his cock once more, and then shifted to press kisses and nips to one leg before switching to the other, moving back and forth as he steadily worked his way down.
When he reached Sorin's feet, Koray kissed the top of each one and then slowly crawled back up Sorin's body, stopping at random points to drop more kisses—his thigh, the sharp curve of one hip, the spot right above his belly button, the middle of his chest, the hollow of his throat, the edge of his chin—before finally ending with a slow, deep kiss that Sorin returned with so much fervor that Koray nearly forgot what he was doing. "You're evil," Sorin said when they finally drew apart.
Koray smiled and shook his head, briefly distracted by the strangeness of the way his hair moved. "So I've been told at least a thousand times. Most of them believed it, but I think you're lying, My Lord High Paladin." He scraped his nails down the inside of one bicep, kissing Sorin as he moaned.
"Goddess's truth," Sorin managed when Koray finally drew back.
"You're the one to blame for this evil," Koray replied and climbed off him to fetch the porcelain jar that had somehow moved just out of reach.
Straddling Sorin again, he opened the jar and slicked up his fingers, then set the jar aside and rose up to his knees. He splayed one hand on Sorin's chest for balance, then reached back and slowly worked one slick finger inside himself.
It was still difficult to meet Sorin's eyes when he prepped himself, partly because doing it was so distracting it was hard to focus on anything else, but mostly because the way Sorin looked at him was so overwhelming.
He added a second finger, pushing them in slow but deep, shuddering at the sensation that was only heightened by the way Sorin watched him as if looking away might kill him. He felt feverish, almost dizzy, heart pounding so hard in his throat he could barely swallow, thundering in his ears, drowning out everything but the whimpers and pleas that fell from Sorin's lips.
It was almost more than Koray could take when Sorin made a rough, ragged noise, trembling beneath him as though on the verge of coming apart. If Sorin wasn't bound, he would have already shoved Koray into the bedding and buried himself deep, fucked him so hard Koray wo
uld feel it throughout the next day. He loved and hated when Sorin did that.
"I've changed my mind," Sorin groaned out, arms straining. "This was a terrible idea. I want to touch you."
Koray gave a shaky laugh as he pushed in a third finger, head dropping further as he moaned at the stretch, cock twitching, aching. "Too—too late, nitwit."
"Brat."
"I can stop if you're unhappy with the proceedings," Koray replied, slowly removing his fingers, cock so hard it almost hurt.
"If you stop now I will die."
Koray rolled his eyes, but he'd had his fill of waiting, too. Taking hold of Sorin's cock, he guided it to his hole and slowly, carefully sank down on it, bracing both hands on Sorin's sweaty torso. Sorin groaned loudly, pulling at his bindings, swearing in frustration, the muscles of his arms taut. Koray gave a husky laugh, digging his nails in playfully as he began to move, determined to go slow as he rose up and sank back down.
"You'll pay for this," Sorin said.
Koray cast him a brief smirk, but it slipped away as he put all his focus on the fucking, keeping to that slow pace as long as he could manage, drunk on the way Sorin watched, the way he swore and begged and moaned Koray's name.
Patience fraying, Koray surrendered to the need to move faster, push down harder, breath hitching at the way Sorin thrust up in time with his movements, fucking into him deep. Sweat stung Koray's eyes, trailed down his neck and back, making him twitch, his hands stutter on Sorin's skin. "Sorin …" his head fell back as he surrendered thinking and just rode the sensations.
His favorite moments were the unexpected ones when Sorin lost control and fucked him wherever they happened to be—in Koray's office, bending him over the desk and not even bothering to remove his robes, just shoving them out of the way before working him open quickly, pounding into him so hard Koray was always amazed no one heard them. In the library, up against the wall in a dark corner where no one but Koray ever went. Sometimes it was in the woods, and once it had been on the floor of the wine cellar.
But this—Sorin desperate and begging and completely at his mercy—was a close second. It might even become his favorite.
"Koray!" Sorin came as Koray took him deep once more, and that was all Koray needed to break, crying out as he spilled all over Sorin.
When he could move again, he pulled off Sorin's softening cock with a groan, crawled stiffly up to untie him. He had barely gotten the second one loose when he was tackled to the bed, yelping in surprise. Sorin turned him, pressed him into the bedding, and did not stop kissing him until Koray's lips were sore and throbbing. "You are magnificent. Perfect."
"You're an idiot," Koray replied, loosely tugging on his hair with one hand, dragging the nails of the other across the back of Sorin's neck, enjoying the way that always made Sorin's entire body shudder. "How are your wrists?"
"Fine," Sorin said against his mouth before kissing him again. Koray was not inclined to protest, although he would probably insist on another bath, or at least a rag, before they got too comfortable.
Drawing back, he said, "Did you say something about us being stuck here through tomorrow?"
Sorin shifted to stretch out alongside him, one of his legs resting heavy between Koray's, one arm draped across his body. He nuzzled Koray's hair. "At least. I think I like your short hair as much as your long hair. They're both enchanting, just in different ways. But mysterious was the wrong word. The short hair definitely makes you look more evil."
"I was a good deal less evil before I met you, My Lord High Paladin," Koray said, smiling up at the ceiling. "You'll just have to live with the consequences of your own actions."
Teeth nibbled the lobe of Koray's ear briefly and then a soft kiss was pressed behind it. "Speaking of consequences, those will be following shortly. There's still plenty of evil left to teach you."
Koray turned his head, drawing Sorin into a long, lazy kiss. "The more you teach, the more I can use it against you."
Sorin grinned, nipped at his nose. "That, My Lord High Necromancer, is my favorite part."
Fin
About the Author
Megan is a long time resident of m/m fiction, and keeps herself busy reading, writing, and publishing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she's not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her cats, or watch movies (especially all things James Bond). She loves to hear from readers, and can be found all around the internet.
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