I meant out of the beds... LOL
You're so cute :)
As promised :) (Sorry, I kinda typed it in a hurry lol)
This night, his lover is his. All his. Inquirer looks down at the tall, naked man lying on his generous bed. His gaze lingers on the wrists secured with strong ropes to the bed's headboard, then travels slowly down the masculine curves of Edvard’s strong body until it reaches his glorious -
Inquirer’s grey eyes snap back up to lock unto dark blue ones. Edvard grins boyishly and rotates his hips teasingly, causing a sharp pang of arousal to shot through the slim blond straddling him.
The 23 year old blond reaches under the mattress and pulls out a black velvet blindfold. After a brief moment of surprise, Edvard chuckles at his lover’s unusual dominant behavior and closes his eyes before soft velvet covers them. ‘I didn’t know you had it in you, Inky.’ Inquirer doesn’t reply, and begins to ride Edvard’s stiff member at a slow, steady pace. Watching Edvard vulnerable like this is breathtakingly beautiful, and yet… he knows his lover’s submission is just a pretense. Edvard’s nature is wild, proud and free, and nothing on this Earth could ever change it.
It’s been 3 months now since the couple began their relationship - a relationship during which the two young men have been free to date women as well. This was Edvard’s demand, of course… Inquirer is not interested in women, or anyone else for that matter. Edvard occupies all his thoughts, and it pains him to no end when his lover spends his nights in other beds, or comes home smelling faintly of feminine perfume.
Dark, tormenting thoughts begin to flood Inquirer’s mind, as they often do these days. His hand reaches slowly under the mattress again, this time returning with a small, sharp, silver knife. Bringing the blade close to Edvard’s skin, Inquirer increases his pace, slamming down on Edvard’s flesh harder and harder, as feelings of intense jealousy and rage course through his body. It’s not long until Edvard’s moans become punctured with gasps of pain. ‘Fuck, Inquirer…’
Abruptly, Inquirer stops. “Are you sure you know me at all?†he murmurs, while his trembling hand holds the sharp blade only a few millimeters away from Edvard’s carotid artery. ‘You understand nothing, you ungrateful, inconsiderate bastard…’ In a split second, he makes up his mind - he’ll rip off the blindfold and slit Edvard’s throat with a swift move of the knife. He’ll stare straight into those lovely, long-lashed eyes as surprise, confusion, panic and finally emptiness fill them, and wait until his lover’s flesh turns cold against his. ‘No, I don’t…’ whispers Edvard. ‘But I want to, if you let me. We have all the time in the world for that, do we not?’ Edvard’s full lips curve into one of his playful smiles, and he looks so beautiful and innocent now that Inquirer is forced to still his murderous hand. It’s as if time itself stands still, and he can’t help but lean down and press his lips against Edvard’s in a firm, chaste kiss.
Suddenly, Edvard laughs and thrusts his hips up, causing the blond to draw a sharp intake of breath. ‘Inquirer, you fucking cocktease…’ As time begins to move again, realization of what was just about to happen strikes Inquirer like a lightning bolt. After the knife is returned to its hiding place, the blond young man removes Edvard’s blindfold and restraints. He smiles and nods affirmatively to Edvard’s worried ‘Are you alright?’ then hands over all the power to his lover for the rest of the night…
:)