Author's Note: Guys! How many of you remember Crashley? She commissioned Zero to Sixty and also wanted a sequel to Friday Night Fever, but me being slow as ass, it's taken, what, almost a year for me to fulfill her order? GUH I know, I know. But thankfully Crashley is very patient and lovely, so y'all finally get to enjoy her commission. Zexion and Demyx and some light bondage kink! ;) By "light" I mean nothing bloody or brutal, and by "some" I mean...um...this whole two-parter, basically. XD

Enjoy! :D

Demyx unlocked the front door and entered the townhouse, smiling as the familiar scent of Zexion's home surrounded him. The place was always so tidy, and smelled so pleasant – like books, with a hint of incense. Right away, he spotted Zexion, comfortably nestled on the couch with a book. He was almost lost in a giant sweater, his fringe clipped back from his face with a little teal barrette. Zexion looked up over the dark rims of his spectacles, and his lips turned slightly upward. "Welcome back," he said, setting the book aside with a neat little bookmark in place. "How was work?"

Demyx licked his lips. "Um." He swallowed. "I, uh…" The room was a little hazy and unsteady as Zexion approached, his dark eyes smiling – knowing.

"You seem to have survived, anyway. How do you feel?"

Whatever answer Demyx wanted to give, it all dissolved into a long, desperate moan as Zexion's arms wrapped around his neck for their hello kiss. It should have been sweet and chaste – it always had been, before. But now, Demyx attacked Zexion's mouth, half-wild with need, and devoured his soft lips and warm, sweet tongue eagerly. Zexion smirked, gently pushing him back.

"Well. I suppose that means you're ready for your next lesson?"

"Oh God, Zexion…" Demyx almost sobbed it. "I can't…anymore…please!"

"Certainly, sweetheart," that low, hypnotic voice purred. Zexion took his hand, fingers twining. "Come along."

Demyx followed like he was on a leash – he wasn't, but he was wearing certain other…accessories. And if he had to endure one more minute of them without Zexion's touch to relieve him, he was going to die.

~o~

It began simply enough. They'd been dating for a couple of weeks, and had just started to settle into a comfortable routine. Zexion had disentangled himself from his more involved duties as "Princess" – he still did strip shows and lap dances, but he'd taken any type of intercourse off the menu. His boss knew he was in a relationship that he wanted to keep monogamous, and Zexion knew that he still needed to bring in a worthwhile amount of money when he worked, and they'd left it at that.

Demyx lived with housemates and had hardly any privacy to speak of, so he almost always went over to Zexion's quiet little townhouse. He learned more things about Zexion – more reasons to love him. He liked to read, he liked incense and fresh flowers, and he cooked – his sense of smell and taste was very refined, so the food he made was always a perfect blend of subtle flavors. Demyx was soon bringing him flowers every week, and Zexion would cook dinner for them whenever Demyx came over early enough for it – sometimes he had to work late, though. Those nights – if it wasn't Zexion's night at the club – he'd come over and they'd just snuggle up on the couch and talk. And Demyx would try his best to hide his erection for as long as possible – Zexion's voice just did things to him.

Of course, eventually Zexion would notice. Maybe he noticed right away and just didn't say anything – Demyx didn't know for sure. But when Zexion finally snuck a hand under the afghan and cupped him, silently pointing out the obvious state of Demyx's body, well – then they usually headed to bed. Or sometimes they didn't get that far, and they'd finish with frot on the couch. But if they wanted to go any further, they had to go to bed.

There were things in the bedroom they needed to use.

The truth was, though Demyx may have topped first, he found himself bottoming most of the time with Zexion – a bit of a change from his norm, but so mind-blowingly amazing he couldn't even begin to care. It did sometimes make things challenging, because Zexion was hung enough that Demyx simply couldn't take him without careful preparation – which meant more than spit and fingers, by a long shot. It meant time, and patience, and lots of lube, and Demyx enjoyed all of it, but sometimes he could tell that Zexion was struggling to hold back. He tried to help prepare himself, to speed up the process, but Zexion still had to wait a while, his cock huge and hard and throbbing to be inside Demyx.

"I wish you could enter me sooner," Demyx lamented one night, after a hot session in bed. They were lying close together, hands clasped, and Demyx couldn't help feeling guilty. Because, while he had enjoyed the preparation enough to orgasm from it, regain his erection, and then come again at the end, Zexion had once again waited the entire time. He always said he didn't mind – that he'd rather come inside Demyx the first time anyway – but Demyx still felt guilty. If biology wasn't so damned insistent on having its own way…

"Sweetheart," Zexion murmured patiently, "what would that accomplish? I'd still have a refractory period. If anything, it would mean you didn't have time for an orgasm during preparation, so neither of us would have multiples."

That was not absolutely, strictly true – they did sometimes both have multiple orgasms. Sometimes through switching things up, and sometimes through going again after Zexion recovered. Often it would be quite late by then, however, and sleepy, second-round sex was more soft and intimate, less explosive than lustful, urgent, first-round sex.

"Oh, I know…" Demyx was pouting a little, playing with Zexion's hair. His lover always made so much sense. "Still…I dunno. Some people can have sex so spontaneously. I don't want us to get stuck in a rut… Not that I'm bored or anything!" he quickly amended. "I love you, and I love what we have…"

"Shhh," Zexion whispered, smiling. "I know, don't worry. I didn't think that. I understand what you mean."

It was charming how Zexion was always so understanding. Demyx sighed. "I just wish sometimes that I could do it without all the prep. Not that I don't love the prep, but at the same time, it takes so long, and I don't wanna wait. I just…want you that much. You could bend me over the table in the middle of dinner and I'd love it."

Zexion smiled, amused. "That's an oddly specific example, sweetheart." The corner of his mouth quirked in a way that Demyx was beginning to see as teasing. "Have we some secret fantasies along this vein?"

Demyx reddened. "Well…"

"Oh, do tell," Zexion purred, nuzzling closer, and that did it – Demyx had to confess it all. He couldn't resist that voice.

"I, uh, sometimes imagine you doing stuff like that. You know, at random times, outside the bedroom. Just…spontaneous sex sounds like fun. Like if you just grabbed me out of nowhere and took me – over a table, up against a wall…stuff like that." A questioning, pleased hum from Zexion prompted him, and Demyx blushed darker. "Or…um." He cleared his throat. "In public…maybe."

"Such as?" That was definitely a teasing smirk.

"I dunno…bathrooms, fitting rooms, the park in the bushes…maybe a back alley late at night. Um. Like after your work at the club…if I went to watch the show, and on the way home we…"

Catching something there, Zexion noted, "Ah – like last week? When you came to my show and walked me home?" Demyx nodded. "We made love after that anyway…"

"Well, yes, but here. In bed."

"The wait was a bit of a challenge that time?" Zexion teased.

Demyx rolled his eyes. "There were some…interesting alleyways on the way back, okay? That's all."

Amused eyes narrowed at him. "Oh, that's all? Nothing else? You just want a quickie in an alley?" Demyx didn't respond immediately, and Zexion, who had been learning to read him frighteningly well, smiled slowly. "That's not all, is it?"

Demyx fidgeted. "Well…I don't know if you want…that is, I'm just not sure how you feel about…um…" Zexion's hand stroked up and down his side, in a gesture probably meant to soothe, but which was actually rather distracting, with both of them naked like this. "I mean, you have things you do – did – for work, and when it comes to your private life, I…I don't know if you're interested in…um." Unsure how to put it, Demyx stopped there. Zexion studied him with a thoughtful expression.

"It sounds as though you are referring to the various kinks and fetishes I used to accommodate at work," he observed.

"Uh…yeah?" Demyx was trying hard not to blush.

Zexion blinked. "I was under the impression that you weren't interested in experimenting."

"Well…" Demyx knew where Zexion had gotten that impression, of course. At their first meeting, he'd been presented with a list of available kinks and had stuck with all the "vanilla" stuff. Come to think of it, their relationship so far had been very…well, vanilla. Zexion had never introduced or pushed any of the things Demyx knew he had to be very familiar with, given his job and his past role at the club.

"If you would like to try other things, you'll need to tell me what you want, sweetheart," Zexion offered calmly. "Communication is very important in this area."

"Yeah," Demyx mumbled, blushing. Zexion gave him an encouraging smile, brushed a hand through his hair, and waited with an inquisitive expression. Demyx swallowed, thought a minute to find the right words, then explained, "I guess…I don't like…pain. I don't want to do anything that really hurts, but at the same time I want you to enjoy…everything. And I don't know if you liked doing…those things…"

Zexion gently cut him off there. "I do not personally get any gratification out of inflicting pain." After a heartbeat, he added, "I can do it, and it doesn't prevent me from otherwise enjoying myself, but pain in sexual contexts doesn't give me any pleasure directly – whether given or received."

Taking a deep breath, Demyx nodded. "Okay. But…the other stuff?"

Zexion half-shrugged one shoulder and answered matter-of-factly, "I would not have taken that assignment at the club if I didn't like what it entailed."

"Hmm."

Zexion nuzzled a little closer and teasingly echoed, "Hmm?"

Demyx cracked a grin. "Hm." He kissed Zexion lightly. "I guess all I'm saying is…we can do more. I mean, if you want to. I want to try the things you like…if you don't mind teaching me."

Contemplating him, Zexion asked, "Have you really never done any of those things? Never played with kinks?"

Feeling his cheeks heat up, Demyx admitted, "Everything sexual I've ever tried, we've…already covered."

"What about foreplay?"

"Kissing," Demyx mumbled. "Touching. The usual sort."

The upward twist to Zexion's lips was faint. Subtle. Sensual. "So…you've never been tied up? Gagged? Blindfolded? Never played with toys? Never been denied an orgasm? Or put on a show for someone else's pleasure?"

Voice barely working, Demyx whispered, "No. Nothing like that." It was strange – he hadn't done these things, but he couldn't help imagining each thing Zexion spoke of. He was…nervous. Unsettled. Unsure how some of that could feel good. But at the same time, his groin was tightening with every word, his erection rising as he thought of doing things like that – with Zexion.

No one else. He would never, never want it with anyone else. But Zexion…

"Do you really want to try it, sweetheart?" Lips hovered so close to his own. Zexion's hands slowly roamed over his skin. "Not for me. Don't push yourself for my sake; I'm happy. Do you want to experiment?"

Demyx swallowed. "With you." Please… "If it's you…yeah. I want it. I trust you."

With a soft sound of pleasure, Zexion kissed him, lips folding together, intimate and sweet. When he pulled away, he met Demyx's eyes with a hot, intent stare and whispered, "Your safe word is nocturne. You say it when you want me to stop. No matter what we're doing, if you don't like it, if it's too much or you become uncomfortable with something – anything at all – you simply say nocturne and I'll stop." Zexion took his hands and squeezed them lightly. "Never hold back from saying it for any reason. Not because you're hoping to get through it. Certainly not because of any fear of disappointing me. I will only be unhappy with you if I find out that you've endured something you didn't like. Is that clear, Demyx?"

"Yeah. Okay." Demyx smiled. "I promise."

"Good." Zexion kissed him again, briefly. Then his voice dropped to his deepest purr, the one that, at the right moment, sometimes made Demyx cum. "Now…let's give you a little taste."

Skin prickling all over with shivers, Demyx nodded as Zexion slipped gracefully away and rose from the bed, his nude body slim and beautiful, movements fluid. He crossed the room to his walk-in closet; Demyx waited on the bed, breathless – wondering what Zexion meant by "a taste." When Zexion returned, he brought two things with him.

With a predatory grace, Zexion crawled onto the bed and over to him. Demyx gazed up at his love, trembling with excitement. Zexion held up one of the objects – a pair of handcuffs. "These are velvet-lined," he spoke softly, his hands beginning to caress Demyx's arms. He submitted to the gentle promptings, and his hands were soon raised above his head – soft-covered metal tightening around one wrist, then the other. "There is very little chance you'll be able to hurt yourself with these. Unless you pull hard enough to snap the headboard," Zexion smirked, "and it's solid oak, so good luck with that."

Demyx swallowed and tugged lightly, but he couldn't lower his arms. His hands were cuffed to the headboard, trapped in an unyielding but soft grasp. "I don't think I'm that strong," Demyx faintly quipped.

"No," Zexion murmured, lifting up the other item – a blindfold. "You aren't. You aren't nearly strong enough…to escape from me." With that, he wrapped the blindfold around Demyx's head, securing it tightly over his eyes. The world was plunged into darkness.

Demyx caught his breath immediately. He couldn't see, but he felt Zexion's weight shift on the bed. His lover's soft voice spoke from somewhere beside him, "Look at you…I can see everything, Demyx. Every inch of your skin." As confirmation, the blanket that had been covering his legs slid away, leaving him bare from head to toe. Parts of him were still a little damp with sweat from their first round, and the chillier air of the room made his skin prickle a little. "You're so lovely, Demyx," Zexion murmured.

"Th-thanks…" He tried, weakly, to smile. How I must look to him right now… The thought was…embarrassing. Demyx had seen himself naked, of course – bathroom mirrors would do that to you. He'd never been terribly impressed, but he'd never been crippled with shame over the image either. Zexion seemed to approve and appreciate him naked, and that was enough. But this was…different. More.

And Zexion kept pushing it further.

"Your nipples are hard, sweetheart. Do you know how cute they are? That pale brown color that gets just a hint darker sometimes…like now." He paused, just long enough for Demyx to imagine it – and get his head mixed up with thoughts of Zexion's nipples, the pretty pink things, and how much he liked those. Was that how Zexion was looking at him now? With that little tingle of interest Demyx always felt when he noticed his lover's nipples making little peaks in, say, a loose shirt?

Or on bare, warm skin…

"Your chest looks so sexy with your arms raised like this," Zexion quietly continued. "Like the first time you peeled your shirt off over your head for me…I've always wanted to just stop you right there, freeze time…and just…look." Out of nowhere, Demyx felt a light, ghosting touch. He twitched, sharply sucking in air, as what felt like the tip of just one finger traced around the side of one of his pectorals. "I like your muscle tone…" Zexion commented sweetly, his finger still trailing, making Demyx shiver. "You have definition, shape, but no excess bulk. And your body is…tight. Trim." The finger traced down the center of his stomach, slowly. "Not soft. Hard. I like…hard."

Demyx's mind was several inches ahead of Zexion's finger, and on that word, he felt like everything was heading straight for his cock – which, compliantly, was getting quiet hard itself. Zexion, however, stopped at his navel – just stopped, and Demyx felt his dick twitch and stiffen a little more, the hopeful little beggar. But then, without comment – Did he see? Did he notice? – Zexion's finger traveled up again, brushing a slow circle around a pebbled nipple.

His whole body was already becoming super-sensitive, and his nipples were little hot spots of sensitivity, tingling wildly as Zexion rubbed them. His cock was standing tall, now, hard and aching. Being bound and helpless made him feel so vulnerable, and being blindfolded made every tiny touch a surprise that lit his body up with tension and desire. Added to that – Zexion was doing this to him. Petite, hung, naked Zexion. And he could do whatever he wanted.

Demyx felt dizzy. "Zex-nnh. Zexion…"

He could hear the amusement thick in Zexion's voice. "No, I won't touch your cock, sweetheart. Not yet." Fingers circled both his nipples now, then pinched lightly. Demyx gasped as they lifted away. There was a pause, just long enough to make Demyx's entire body rigid with anticipation, then…a touch so light, it was barely there – the faint scrape of a fingernail under his arm, tracing above his armpit. "Pretty…" Zexion murmured, following the line of the muscle tone as Demyx shuddered, his penis jerking in the empty air. His legs moved on their own, spreading a little wider. These light, teasing touches were going to kill him.

He felt Zexion's weight shift as first one hand, then the other stroked their way to his ribs, settling there, holding him. Panting, Demyx opened his legs even wider – a silent plea. Zexion's weight settled between them, his hands drifting a little further down to grasp his hips, thumbs rubbing and massaging low on his abdomen. Demyx heard a low chuckle…then felt something like silk strands whisper over his cock. "Ohgod, Zexion, please!"

Hot breath on the tip of his penis. "You want me to fuck you now, don't you sweetheart?" Demyx nodded so hard and fast his neck ached. "Or suck you, I imagine…either would be acceptable, if only I would let you cum?"

"Yes, yes, please!" The silk was still brushing around his cock – Zexion's fringe, he now realized. His soft, dark hair was caressing Demyx's hot flesh. Zexion's mouth must be so close…

"Mmm. Normally, I would reprimand you. We've barely begun. I could do this for hours – literally." Demyx whimpered. "Oh, but not tonight, as I said," he amended. "You're new to this. We'll work our way up to that. For now…" Zexion's hands shifted lower, over Demyx's hips, to his inner thighs. They pressed, opening his legs as far as they would go. The silk of Zexion's hair pulled back from his cock. Demyx was shaking. "You'd cum immediately if I sucked your cock, wouldn't you? You're already leaking all over yourself. …Oh, look. Your cock isn't the only part that's leaking."

Muscles clenching and releasing, Demyx groaned. He knew what Zexion was talking about – and probably looking at, right this second. They sort of…didn't use condoms very much. Sometimes they did, but they hadn't earlier. And Zexion had already ejaculated inside him once tonight. Demyx felt wet between the cheeks, and it wasn't just leftover lube. His hole clenched, trying to keep the semen from oozing out any more, but, well – it would take a while before he'd be tight enough for that. Zexion's girth was not something he could immediately recover from.

Zexion's hands left his thighs, his voice beginning to purr. "You know, I don't believe I've mentioned this to you yet, but there are certain parts of your anatomy I find…far more stimulating than I would have expected." Demyx heard a little snick sound, but it was quickly forgotten as Zexion continued. "I have always had my preferences when it comes to the penis, of course – and yours matches them all, sweetheart. Straight and thick and just a little bit flushed…with a lovely dark cockhead and a tendency to dribble excessively, such as now. Yet I never before saw testicles that really turned me on…until yours." Demyx choked as a warm, wet hand lifted his sac, rubbing his balls slowly. "I don't know what it is, exactly. They're large, but not disproportionately so. They're rather adorably almost-nude, and I know you don't shave or anything like that. Pretty, symmetrical, soft…and very full," he breathed. "Though that will change, in a bit."

Demyx moaned as he balls were released, then gasped. "Ahh!" Gently, deliberately, Zexion had touched his hole. His fingers held still a moment, then began to slowly caress around the rim, applying no pressure and, agonizingly, refusing to push inside.

"This spot can be tricky, of course. Males do tend to enjoy the sight of an orifice available for their penetration, though if you can divest yourself of your libido and look at it objectively for a moment, the anus is hardly a charming visual. Usually." Just the tip of a finger slipped into Demyx, only entering him enough that Zexion's circling strokes could rub him from within as well. "Yours…well. I rather think it would look cute to me even in my most sexless moods. Even without any wish to penetrate, I'd still enjoy looking at your sweet little sphincter." His voice dropped, growing rougher. "When I do wish to penetrate it…your hole is very nearly hypnotic."

Gripped by the thighs again, Demyx only noticed the slippery wet noise that had been making a sexual backdrop to Zexion's voice when it went quiet. His legs were pushed open again – not that they'd been otherwise as his lover discussed sex and his body in that smooth, low voice full of promise. Demyx was as open as he could get right now. "Z-Zexion…" It was a needy, begging gasp. "Zexion…please!"

"Please what?" Soft amusement, but a rough undertone that made Demyx feel dizzy.

"Please fuck me!" It was a cry of desperation.

His answer was a low growl. "So you want it without preparation? Relax yourself, sweetheart." He obeyed the commanding tone without thinking, body going limp in spite of the shivering tension.

The hot, hard touch of Zexion's cockhead against his opening was barely a warning, because Zexion was already thrusting, his slick, huge shaft angled for depth, his full weight and strength forcing his cock in. "Augh, fuck! Fuck, oh…oh fuck!" Demyx nearly sobbed, back arching wildly as Zexion held him open and impaled him in one, long, relentless thrust.

When he stopped, there were colorful spots dancing in the otherwise blackness of Demyx's vision. Zexion's growl sounded a little breathless. "You can't see this, but I'm balls deep inside you now, sweetheart. Well done."

All Demyx could answer, for the moment, were inarticulate, whimpering sounds from his open, panting mouth. Already sweating, the sudden deep penetration had sent fire racing under his skin, and now he felt the tickles of a hundred rivulets of sweat running off his body as he arched and squirmed and trembled, so deeply and completely full that his brain had shut down and refused to contemplate what his body was experiencing.

There was a shifting that made Zexion's cock move inside him, rubbing him in some blindingly good ways, and then he felt heat and arms and skin as Zexion folded onto him, and then that deep, smooth, beautiful voice was right in his ear, breathless with lust and pleasure. "You feel so hot inside. So wet with my cum and still tight around my cock… Oh God, Demyx. Sometimes I wish I could stay inside you forever."

What does his face look like, right now? Demyx could only imagine it – flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes and moist lips and lust, lust, lust. For him. And the idea that Zexion lusted after him was still so strange sometimes – so unbelievable, when he saw Zexion in his normal clothes, looking like a proper young man who didn't have a single dirty thought in his head.

Zexion's tongue traced his ear, his hips rolling. "You aren't the only one who thinks about fucking on the way home from the club."

"Oh my God," he gasped, almost sobbing. The friction of Zexion's dick sliding through his rim, even just a little, was making his cock throb so hard he could barely breathe. "I'm…I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh, I disagree." The throaty words hadn't even registered yet, but the sudden, strong grip around the base of his cock did.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!" Demyx yanked hard at the cuffs, but his wrists remained trapped above his head, unmoving.

"You'll cum when I'm done with you, sweetheart. When you are well and truly flooded with my semen – then I'll let you ejaculate." Putting proof to his words, Zexion pulled back and began to thrust.

For once, he didn't start slow and smooth. Demyx gasped and keened as he felt Zexion start a steady, hard, thrumming pace, each thrust long and deep and powerful. He held one of Demyx's legs as far up as it would go, the other keeping a maddening hold of his cock – and not moving. Not stroking or touching, just squeezing a little too tight to be enjoyable as he thrust and thrust, his huge erection not even needing fancy angles to rub up against Demyx's prostate.

Tight, throbbing pleasure built up rapidly, until Demyx was well beyond the point of no return as far as his own restraint went. If he could have, he would orgasm instantly. But Zexion's grip prevented him from ejaculating, and Demyx hadn't even known that you could stop an orgasm that way – but now he was learning. Learning – and nearly dying in the lesson. The pressure was insane. He felt like he was constantly hovering in that moment of painful tension before it all burst in climax, and everything in him was screaming to cum because the tension was unbearable, exquisite… And with every hard, pounding thrust, Zexion was just making it more intense. Demyx was shaking uncontrollably, sweat soaking the sheets under him. He could barely get air in and out of his lungs.

In and out, in and out.

He gasped for breath when Zexion pulled his long cock back, and cried out each time he drove in again, deep and hard. Tears were leaking from Demyx's eyes, soaking the blindfold even more. Endless half-formed pleas were falling from his lips – "Please oh God oh plea—ah! Cum…need…Zex! Ungh, Zexion! Fu—please! Let me, oh shit, oh. Zex…i…on…!"

It was hovering on his lips – nocturne. He didn't think he could take it anymore, and he didn't know how much longer…the pressure was too intense, the need so all-consuming. His balls felt like rocks, hard and ready to burst with so much cum…

"You are…perfect, sweetheart." The words were thin and breathless. Zexion suddenly started to thrust faster. "I…love…you…Demyx!"

Under the blindfold, his eyes rolled back as Demyx felt Zexion's cock explode, ejaculating deep inside him, hard, rapid spurts filling him with hot cum. The thick shaft pulsed over and over, making his rim tremble, and the air was filled with the sound of a long, low groan – Zexion's beautiful, pleasured voice just making him that much more desperate to climax. He tightened and squeezed, his ass milking Zexion's cock, urging him through the orgasm.

"Yes…" It was a whisper…and then Zexion's grip on the base of his penis loosened, became one firm stroke of his burning, rock-hard length, and Demyx screamed.

Orgasm tore through him like a firestorm. Cum shot through his cock and splattered everywhere, but Demyx wasn't aware of that – all he knew was the bliss of release as he felt his balls empty and his cock spurt and spurt and throb and fuck, fuck! Shaking, writhing, he couldn't control himself at all, and he just kept cumming and cumming. It felt endless. It felt so good he thought it would break him.

Only when it finally slowed down and faded into sharp, stinging aftershocks of pleasure did he have the coherence to realize that he'd never cum that hard in his life. No orgasm before had even been close to that. He felt Zexion slowly pulling his still-thick cock out of him, while Demyx's penis dribbled a steady stream of semen onto his stomach, twitching as Zexion brushed against his hypersensitive prostate on the way out.

Limp, he was just trying to breathe when he felt Zexion's hand on the blindfold, lifting it away. Demyx's eyes fluttered in the dimly-lit room – bright compared to the darkness of the blindfold. His lover's face was the first thing he saw – bright red with a sex flush that went all the way down his chest to his stomach. Eyes shining happily at him.

"You were wonderful. Just perfect. I'm so proud."

Zexion was panting, his arms shaking as they held him up. Demyx broke into a broad, silly grin. "Love you…" he mumbled in a daze.

Eyes locked, Zexion smiled and nodded. Then, his gaze flickered down Demyx's body. "Look at you…covered in cum. I've never seen you shoot like that."

Lifting his head was a challenge, but Demyx just managed – and his eyes blinked wide as he saw his own body absolutely painted with shots of cum. "Is that all…mine?" It looked like he'd been in the middle of a…what was that kink thing called again? Bukkake?

"All you. Mine is all in here." Zexion's fingers probed his hole, making Demyx jerk and gasp at the sensation. He could feel how full he was, even after Zexion pulled out, and the little, playful teasing of Zexion's fingers easily opened him up. Sticky wetness poured out of him, and Demyx blushed hard.

"F-Feels like a lot…" He shyly commented.

Zexion's lips curled up a little in that subtle smile he often wore. He leaned down to brush his lips over Demyx's clavicles. "Well," he hummed peacefully, "I did ejaculate inside you twice tonight. Not to mention the attendant lubricating fluids…"

"Right…" Demyx turned even redder.

Zexion's lips moved up, brushing his neck with soft kisses, his tongue lapping skin here and there. "However, you are also correct that I came…rather more than usual, that time." He caught Demyx's lips in a sweet kiss, whispering, "It drives me wild to see you tied up and helpless, submitting to me completely."

Smiling weakly, Demyx murmured back, "You owned me, body and soul, the first time you said my name."

With a low groan, Zexion filled his mouth with a passionate kiss that lasted long enough that Demyx's chest began to ache for air. When Zexion finally broke the kiss, allowing Demyx to gasp for breath, his calm words were belied by a strained tone. "Start with that line next time, sweetheart, and I believe you'll enjoy the results. As for tonight," he moved up to Demyx's wrists and unlocked the cuffs, "I am now going to let you rest." He faced Demyx again, eyes staring into his own, lips hovering a breath away. "Purely for physiological reasons, however."

The look Zexion was giving him said very plainly that, if physiology were more compliant, he would not be getting any rest yet.

Fuck. Demyx swallowed. His proper, quiet, intellectual – and petite – lover had a streak of something very animal running through him, apparently. More than just the kink thing. More than the strange fact that a guy who looked more like an engineer or a librarian was a stripper. He was also very…dominant. That's so…wow.

He didn't know how far it went, but Demyx badly wanted to find out.

~o~

The lessons escalated rapidly. Within two weeks, Zexion had introduced Demyx to all kinds of toys and gadgets – some with immediately obvious purposes, some that mystified him…until Zexion demonstrated them on his body. Then Demyx learned, and once he learned, he never forgot.

But demonstrations soon moved out of the bedroom, and that was how Demyx came to endure a day of wearing some…unusual accessories under his normal work clothes. Zexion put everything on him that morning, in bed, and sent Demyx off to work with a peck on the cheek. By the time Demyx came home that evening, the mere sight of Zexion in an over-baggy sweater made his mouth water. He needed naked, and he needed lots of it, and he really needed it now.

Zexion took his hand, turned him around, and led him sweetly…back out the front door.

Sweat was dampening his collar as Demyx realized what was happening – they were going for a walk. Apparently, in the park.

On one level, it all made sense. It was a perfect evening, they were dating, and they had gone for lovely walks on more than one occasion in the past. This was, in a sense, simply a romantic way to spend their evening together.

Except…Zexion knew what Demyx was wearing. He'd put this stuff on Demyx this morning and explained, with a small, quiet smile, what sensations Demyx was likely going to endure throughout the day. And he'd been nothing but accurate with every word. And…and he'd all but promised to give Demyx some relief! Instead, here they were, arriving at the park a block down from Zexion's house, and Demyx was forced to face the prospect of walking for a good half an hour – when just walking up to Zexion's front door had nearly made him collapse.

"How was work today?" Zexion's sweet voice reached him as if from a distance, though his boyfriend was still right beside him, holding his hand.

"Um…f-fine…" Demyx mumbled, not sure of his own voice at this point.

"Demyx," Zexion's voice was gently chastising. "Remember to be honest, sweetheart. It's important. And much more interesting." His pretty lips were turned up in a little smirk. Demyx noticed, because he couldn't really look away from Zexion right now. Hopefully he wouldn't walk into a tree or a lamp post.

With a deep breath, he revised his answer. "I don't remember much of what happened. I spent the whole day trying not to get hard. And…then trying to not let anyone see."

"You weren't terribly successful in avoiding erections, I gather?" Zexion hummed conversationally.

"Uh…nope." And that was an understatement, which Zexion would probably investigate further, so Demyx volunteered, "I couldn't seem to move without the…the plug, um, touching my…prostate." His voice dwindled down to a whisper toward the end, especially because they weren't alone in the park. No one was close enough to hear their conversation, but Demyx still felt like maybe they could. If they were in his line of vision, he felt like they were watching him. Listening. Observing everything, right down to the accessories concealed under his clothing.

"You didn't disobey, did you?"

Zexion's thumb rubbed over the backs of Demyx's knuckles affectionately, but the wording choice and the slightest shift in Zexion's tone made everything different in that moment. Demyx had been learning to recognize it, to know when they shifted from ordinary boyfriends to their…roles. His voice was no more than a whisper when he answered, "No, Master. I didn't touch. I didn't remove the ring."

Another flicker of that tiny smile. "Good boy."

And that, it seemed, was all Zexion wanted to talk about for a little while. Demyx was forced to walk – quite slowly, thankfully, but still walk – beside Zexion as they meandered through the park. There were couples, families, kids playing. People all around, even in the gathering dusk. Demyx struggled valiantly, but it was a lost cause. The plug inside him kept rubbing against his prostate with each step – an incessant massage that made the long day of endurance seem easy. What was so hard about sitting, every shift of his weight causing movement inside him? That was nothing compared to this.

Halfway through their walk, Demyx was erect, and he had no way to hide it. The cock ring Zexion had placed around the base of his penis was snug, emphasizing his swollen girth with a gentle squeeze. Demyx was wearing jeans – better than slacks, and at least they weren't too tight, but his cock was still an obvious outline in denim.

Zexion, of course, knew exactly how aroused he was. Demyx could feel his boyfriend's eyes on him, watching his groin swell into an unmistakable bulge. Except Zexion seemed to have more presence of mind than Demyx was capable of right now. While Demyx panicked over being seen, Zexion's sharp eyes flicked around the park, keeping tabs on every other human nearby. When someone was looking their way, Zexion was between them and Demyx. When they neared people, Zexion nudged Demyx subtly into the shadows. And when others approached from the other direction along the path, Zexion took a sudden interest in a flower or tree, turned to the side, and pointed it out to Demyx while the people passed obliviously behind them.

Slowly, Demyx caught on to what his boyfriend was doing, and to his amazement, Zexion kept it up through the whole park. As far as Demyx could tell, no one noticed the obvious erection in his jeans – no one even glanced twice at the two men walking hand in hand, innocently enjoying the park. Zexion…was a genius.

"So…sweetheart. Sorry you couldn't stop by the club last night. We were doing an Arabian theme. Sheer fabrics obviously…" He smirked. "But I did have a thong on under the silk pants. You could really see my nipples through the halter top, though…"

Zexion was an evil genius.

"And of course, because I wasn't available for purchase, Mar put me in the stage show. We did a little…skit, I suppose. They played a song about a djinn and a princess…obviously, I was the princess. Axel was dressed up as the djinn – not sure why he volunteered, but I think his boyfriend was there watching and liked the show." They casually turned toward the park entrance, narrowly avoiding coming too close to a small group of friends before they exited the park. Zexion continued to lazily stroll down the street, back toward his house, still holding Demyx's hand. "We acted out the little story of the song…something about the princess being seduced by the djinn. The dance turned into…well, pantomimed fucking by the end, to be frank."

Demyx nearly choked on his own tongue. He didn't want Zexion sleeping with customers, obviously, but he knew for sure that Axel wasn't a rival – Roxas told him things, and he wasn't worried. And faking it, in front of an audience… He'd look so hot. He'd make it look real… As real as Demyx's erection, right now – in public. Fuck. Heat pooled in his groin at the thought. Demyx had never really considered it, but he was starting to see the thrill of exhibitionism. Of doing things in front of other people.

Not that he really wanted to have sex in front of an audience, but…stuff like this?

"Axel got between my legs and started rolling his hips in that…fluid way he does," Zexion purred, "and I arched back and basically let him hold me up while I writhed – seemingly on his cock…"

…Stuff like this was so much hotter than he'd ever expected it to be.

"Are you imagining it?" Zexion interrupted himself to ask.

"Yeah…" Demyx breathed immediately.

"The pretty princess getting fucked hard on stage…" Zexion's voice was nearly a whisper. "Your princess. The man you're going home with…"

"Yes…" Demyx swallowed, almost whimpering…

And then the world suddenly spun, and Demyx barely kept his feet under him as he was yanked to the side, something solid thudded against his back, and there was Zexion, plastered against his chest, licking his lips, hands creeping up Demyx's chest, murmuring, "The man who fucks you with his massive cock until you scream."

He blinked…and it was suddenly clear. They were in a little gap between two row houses – not even an alley, just a path barely wide enough for one person, with a tree half-shielding the opening to the street. They were only a few feet away from the sidewalk and traffic, and Zexion was pressed against him, his stomach adding the most sinful pressure to Demyx's erection, still trapped in his pants. And then Zexion's tongue was in his mouth, and Demyx was moaning, and Zexion's hand was palming his cock, tracing the shape of him through the denim, and Demyx nearly crumpled with breathless, uncontrollable need.

"Oh God…oh God…" He couldn't do more than gasp into Zexion's mouth for a moment. He was clinging to his boyfriend's shoulders, his knees threatening to buckle. Zexion…moved both his hands to Demyx's crotch. He heard and felt his zipper being tugged down.

"Beg me," Zexion growled, nipping at his lower lip.

"Oh God, fuck me!" Demyx grunted and whimpered as Zexion answered by spinning him around. Demyx's hands came up to brace himself against the wall as Zexion shoved his pants down. A tugging sensation warned him the moment that Zexion found the base of the plug in his ass. "Zex…Zexion! Oh baby, please, please fuck me!"

Slowly, gently, he felt the plug begin to slip. He heard other rustling sounds, but couldn't focus beyond the tugging, slipping as the toy in his ass finally disappeared, leaving him with a shockingly empty feeling. The next thing that registered was a slick, squirting sound, and only a moment after that, hot, hard flesh was digging into his loosened hole. Pushing.

"Baby, fuck me, fuck…fuck!" Demyx arched his back, opening himself as Zexion grabbed his hips and, in one sudden thrust, slammed so deep into him that Demyx nearly fainted.

Hot breath on the shell of his ear…and Zexion's full, thick erection spreading him open. "No preparation, sweetheart," his lover breathed huskily.

That tugged at his memory – "I dunno…bathrooms, fitting rooms, the park in the bushes…maybe a back alley late at night." And here they were – in the dark, cramped, very much outside and in public, no locked doors or even closed ones between a passing stranger and the two of them, pants down, Zexion's cock buried deep in Demyx's ass.

The streetlight flickered on as dust turned to dark, but even that light was faint and barely touched them. Only slivers – and Demyx wasn't relying much on sight anyway. His head dropped forward onto his arm braced against the wall as Zexion pulled back with a slow, long slide – so long, every time, because God his boyfriend was hung – and then rolled his hips up and in, in, in. There was a slight sting, but it occurred to Demyx – a little late – that they really hadn't spent one damn minute on prep, and usually that would have made sex physically impossible for them. But between the plug thoroughly stretching him out all day and what felt like a generous mess of lube on Zexion's cock, sex was possible. It was happening, Zexion was fucking him in an alley, and the tears stinging the corners of Demyx's eyes weren't really from pain at all. He was so…happy.

With slow, sensual rolling hips, Zexion fucked up into him, pushing him into the wall, and Demyx felt himself break into a grin as Zexion kissed between his shoulder blades. "Couldn't you…ah!" A brush against his prostate made him forget his thought for a moment, and when he tried again, his voice was several degrees rougher. "Couldn't you have waited…until we got home? We're like…half a block…"

A soft, low chuckle. "Sorry…I just couldn't wait anymore. Had to have you right now, sweetheart," Zexion purred.

And Demyx knew it was kind of a lie, because obviously Zexion had planned this whole thing, but it was such a beautiful thing to hear. It let him feel like they really were just two young men with only a tentative control over their hormones, madly in love and too impatient to make it all the way home. So Zexion was taking him up against a wall, where anyone could walk by and hear, and get curious, and look closer, and see…and Demyx's heart rate shot out of control, because this was so hot, so hot, so fucking hot, and all he cared about was Zexion, Zexion – let the whole world watch and damn them, he was with Zexion, Zexion, and he loved him.

"Keep saying it," Zexion growled, nipping at Demyx's shoulder blade and thrusting in suddenly, hard and fast.

"Zexion!" he gasped, and then moaned, "Zexionnnn…" as his lover slid out again…and slammed in again – and again.

"Keep your voice down," Zexion whispered, reminding. Then he proceeded to make it difficult.

"Mmmf!" Demyx clamped a hand over his own mouth to muffle his cry of bliss as Zexion changed angle and pumped up into him in short, rapid bursts – nailing his prostate over and over and driving Demyx straight to the edge of orgasm before easing off, sliding in deep, and holding there while Demyx shook and dribbled precum onto the cement. He was so hard, he felt like he'd been hard all day, and right now he was a hair trigger away from shooting…except he couldn't. He was still wearing the cock ring Zexion had slipped on him this morning, and – though it wasn't a problem at all if he was flaccid – now that he was hard it was tight enough to stop him from cumming.

It was…intense. His penis felt huge, so hard he should have burst long before this, and then there was Zexion's massive shaft inside him – so sudden and all-consuming and hot. Demyx was clawing at the wall, sweat running down his body, his hips jerking to get more friction. He heard Zexion moan softly as his ass squeezed and pulled on his lover's cock, and the moment of pause was over. Zexion wrapped his arms around Demyx's waist and thrust into him, fast, hard, shoving him against the wall and just taking him, fucking up into his eager body, skin soaked, wet noises the only sound apart from their hard breathing…

And voices. People. Demyx caught his breath – people passing by, walking down the sidewalk.

But Zexion didn't stop – didn't even slow down. He kept pounding into Demyx, muffling himself against Demyx's back as Demyx tried frantically to keep his cries of pleasure buried in his hands and arms. He could see the people when they walked past – three of them. Their shadows fell over the alley, over Demyx's naked and thoroughly impaled ass, and one close look to the side and they would see…

"Mmmhnnghh!" Zexion grasped Demyx's leaking cock and pumped it, precum slicking his hand as he stroked Demyx hard and fast, keeping time with his cock slamming into Demyx's ass.

The voices faded, but Demyx didn't notice. He was shaking, his body screaming with hot electric bliss, like an orgasm but never-ending, and he couldn't stand it. Zexion was still thrusting, and Demyx was going to black out, black out or break, or just die…

And then Zexion pressed a little trigger that released the ring around his cock, and Demyx came. He threw his head back and ejaculated with a muffled scream, hot, massive bursts of semen splattering against the wall as each wave of orgasm crashed over him. He was still cumming when he felt Zexion grab him tighter, bite his shoulder, and bury his cock inside Demyx to the root. As Demyx's ass frantically trembled around Zexion, his penis shot a flood of cum into Demyx.

He could feel it all – every hot burst, every twitch as Zexion emptied his balls in the deepest part of his body, hot, sticky semen filling him, soaking his insides and spilling out, even though Demyx's ass was still stretched tight around Zexion's cock. There was nowhere else for so much fluid to go. It ran in rivulets down their balls, down Demyx's legs, dripping to the pavement and mingling in a warm puddle.

His ears were ringing, the world spinning as Demyx held himself up against the wall, breathing deep and trying to find where reality had slipped off to while he was cumming. Zexion pulled gently out of his ass, and semen came gushing out after him, soaking the rest of Demyx's skin. Hands, firm yet gentle, trailed through the seed, rubbing it into his skin as Zexion massaged his ass. Demyx just knew he was staring. Every time he pulled Demyx open a little, two handfuls of his bottom spreading him open, a little more cum dribbled out of Demyx's hole. God, sex could be filthy and embarrassing. Except…

Except it wasn't. Because…

"You did well, sweetheart. You are so beautiful. I love you."

Because of that.

"I love you, Zexion. Love the way you fuck me…love it when you're inside me. And just…" Demyx glanced back, met his lover's sated gaze. "Just love you."

Hair sticking to his sweaty face, Zexion smiled. "Good." He leaned up and pecked the corner of Demyx's mouth. "Now…let's get you home and clean up."

~o~