Hey guys! This smut goes to one my friends who's a little bit shy to post it herself! The ship is ColexZane. Hope you like it!
All Zane was trying to do was clean their room. For some reason, his teammates had neglected to do their chores, specifically when it came to tidying up. So, naturally, he helped them with the tasks. After all, he could always remember which clothing article belonged to whom, exactly where everything was meant to go, and how to fold clothing in the first place.
However, as Zane was putting away Cole's clothing, he noticed one of his drawers was crooked. Specifically, that of his nightstand. Now curious, Zane knelt closer to the drawer, pulling it out. What he saw however greatly surprised him.
Gags, ropes, whips...are those handcuffs? he thought as he sifted through the contents of the drawer. Zane gulped. He had no idea that his boyfriend had such a vast collection of items. Perhaps he would ask him about them when-
"What're you looking for, Frosty?" Zane jumped at the sound of Cole's voice, standing up and whipping around to see his boyfriend staring at him, a hand on his hip and eyebrow raised. He peered past Zane, narrowing his eyes when he saw the drawer was wide open.
"I-I apologize, Cole," Zane stammered. "I was just cleaning up, and I saw the drawer was open. I tried to fix it but I saw what was inside and...well..."
Cole chuckled. "It's fine, no harm done."
Zane smiled, but his curiosity spurred him towards his question. "But I do wish to ask...why do you have all this?"
He grinned sheepishly, shrugging. "Well, y'know... I just like to use that kind of stuff during sex. Haven't you ever heard of bondage before?"
"My memory banks show no indication of ever talking about such a thing. What is it?" Zane immediately felt heat rise to his cheeks when Cole started to laugh. "D-did I say something wrong?"
Cole's laughter died down. "No, no. It's fine. I just didn't think I'd ever have to explain it to you. I guess to put it simply, bondage is basically just one partner tying the other one up for sexual pleasure."
Zane gasped. "But, what about the bound partner? Would they not be frightened?"
"It's all a part of it, Zane. Both parties have to consent to it. Not to mention couples that do this stuff have safe words in place just in case things get too intense for either of them. Anyway, there's a bunch of different types, but I usually just like tying up the hands and feet, and of course using a gag is pretty fun." This time, Cole blushed. "I gotta say, it gets pretty sexy when one partner's speech is all muffled..."
Zane's brow furrowed. "But if their mouth is covered, or there is something in it, how can they use a safe word?"
"Well, then they use noises, like three consecutive grunts or something." Cole patted his shoulder. "Look, the point is that if it's all consensual, then bondage is a good way to spice up sex." He walked his fingers across Zane's chest. "Maybe we could try it...?"
Zane thought for a moment, trying to imagine such a scenario. Him tied up to the bed, unable to move or pleasure himself, a ball gag in his mouth rendering him incapable of speech, and Cole looming over him, a grin on his face as he mercilessly teased Zane until he was begging for release. It excited Zane, to say the least, but the thought still frightened him. He didn't want to feel trapped.
"Perhaps another time," Zane said. Upon seeing the look of disappointment cross Cole's face, he quickly added, "I-it's just that it may be uncomfortable, so-"
"Nah, don't worry about it. Bondage isn't for everyone." Instead, Cole lifted Zane up and onto the bed, grinning. "Maybe we'll just stick to normal rough sex for now, hmm?"
Zane blushed as Cole pinned him down, and he nodded, bringing Cole down for a kiss. Cole's tongue immediately shoved its way into his mouth, and he moaned softly as it poked and prodded around inside. As their saliva mixed, Cole busied himself with yanking Zane's button-up shirt off. He didn't bother undoing the buttons one by one, instead pulling the buttons apart. A couple buttons popped off completely, skittering to the floor.
Sitting up so he could slide the shirt off, Zane moaned into Cole's mouth, trying to pull Cole's t-shirt off. They separated only momentarily, just long enough for Cole to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. Zane blushed as he scanned his boyfriend's body, feeling a little envious of the hard muscles and abs.
Cole suddenly flipped Zane over, making the blond squeak in surprise. He leaned down to lick and nibble the back of Zane's neck, his hands trailing around to fondle his soft nipples. Zane squealed as Cole's fingers roughly squeezed and pulled, the buds quickly hardening under his ministrations.
"You like that, don't you?" Cole hissed seductively into his ear, licking the earlobe, twisting the nipples harder. "You horny little slut. They're just begging to be squeezed." The words sent a shiver up Zane's spine; he loved it when Cole dirty-talked him.
His fingers left Zane's now-throbbing nipples, trailing down his back until they reached the hem of his skinny jeans. He slipped a hand under the waistband, making Zane's jeans even tighter against his growing erection, before yanking them off and away.
"You've got such a nice body, babe," Cole crooned, his hand cupping one of his ass cheeks before going down to stroke his inner thigh. "A perfect ass, long legs... How'd I get so lucky?" Zane could just feel Cole's eyes wandering up and down his almost-naked body. It made him squirm, lifting his hips up a little.
Cole smirked, patting his butt. "And you're even wearing those white boxers I like..." He brought his hand back and slapped Zane's backside, making him moan loudly. "It's so cute how it jiggles when I hit it..."
Zane's erection now throbbed, begging to be released from the confinement of his boxers. "Cole, p-please..."
Another hard smack to his ass, and Cole tilted his head to the side. "Please what?"
"T-take me..."
Cole clicked his tongue. "What an adorable way to ask, my little slut..." He tugged Zane's boxers off, rubbing the reddening ass cheeks lightly. He smacked one cheek again before he stood up, pulling off his own pants and boxers.
Now that they were both naked, Zane shook in anticipation, wondering what Cole would do first. He heard the bedside table drawer opening and closing, then heard the opening of a squeeze tube's cap. Knowing what this meant, Zane lifted his hips, shaking his round backside teasingly. He felt Cole's hands firmly grip his sore ass cheeks, then felt a cool, slick finger circling his entrance.
"T-tease..." Zane murmured, squealing as he felt Cole's finger push past the tight ring of muscle. No matter how many times they had done it, Zane was utterly sensitive to fingering. It may have been related to how Cole would swirl his finger around and press against his inner walls, but he couldn't be sure.
Another finger pushed in, and soon a third, all spreading and stretching him inside. He felt Cole's middle finger press against his prostate, rubbing it slightly. He whined in need, humping against Cole's hand.
"Such a little slut...your ass is just sucking my fingers in." He pulled his fingers out, lifting Zane's hips and grinding his member against his ass. "How hard do you want it, babe?"
"A-ah... Not too hard at first, but harder once I adjust, love..."
With that, Cole shoved his throbbing member into Zane, making the nindroid wail in ecstasy. He immediately tightened around Cole, who impatiently tapped one ass cheek with his finger.
"Relax, Zane. I'm not even all the way in."
Taking a deep breath, Zane obeyed, gripping the bedsheets tightly as Cole sank in, inch by inch. He could feel himself stretching to accommodate Cole's size, whimpering in pleasure as he felt Cole's length throbbing against his inner walls. He panted softly, trying to resist the urge to pump his own member, precum already dripping onto the sheets.
"O-oh, Cole..." He gasped as Cole's lips pressed to his neck, biting him again.
"Ready for me to move, babe?"
Zane nodded quickly. "P-please! Make me cum!"
Smirking, Cole pulled out a bit, almost all the way, before slamming back in, brushing against Zane's prostate. Zane moaned loudly, drool slipping down his chin. Cole thrusted again, harder this time, and Zane's eyes rolled back.
"Who's my good little slut, huh?" Cole purred, grunting with each thrust. "Tell me, Zane."
"M-me! I-I'm your little slut!" Zane cried, bucking his hips. He blushed even more as the words left his mouth, but he couldn't help it; everything Cole was doing to him just felt so perfect.
He felt Cole's hand reach around his hip, gripping his member and pumping it in time with his thrusts. He felt that familiar knot in his belly tighten, signalling how close he was to climaxing. He whimpered in need as Cole's fingers squeezed the head, his thumb digging into the dripping slit. His legs shook violently, and he cried out as Cole's thrusted directly into his prostate.
He screamed Cole's name one more time before he climaxed, cum spurting from his member to drench the bedsheets beneath him. He whined and arched his back as Cole tensed and released into him, feeling his cum filling him up.
"D-don't relax," Cole panted. "We're not done yet." He pulled out, and lied down beside Zane, before pulling the nindroid into his lap. He sat Zane up, and positioned him above his still-hard member, lowering him onto it.
"O-oh!" The new angle surprised Zane, but also fed more white-hot pleasure through his veins. He looked down at Cole, who nodded. Gulping, Zane rose up, feeling Cole's member slide out of him easily, and slammed himself back down. He moaned at the feeling, and continued to impale himself on Cole's erection, practically bouncing in his lap.
Cole grunting, gripping the bedsheets beneath him and thrusting upward as Zane dropped down. Both men groaned loudly, Zane struggling to keep up as Cole thrusted harder and faster. Cole's fingers dug into Zane's soft thighs, which were trembling violently as the pleasure within Zane mounted.
Before Zane knew it, he was climaxing again, his cum spurting onto Cole's stomach. White filled his vision, and he threw his head back, moaning loudly. Cole soon came as well, and Zane could just barely feel some of his cum dripping out of him.
"One more," Cole murmured, wiping the sweat away from his forehead. "One more round."
He pulled out of Zane, standing up and lifting him into his arms. All Cole had to do was look at Zane's face before he grew an expression of renewed vigour. With a grunt, he pinned Zane up against the wall, making sure the nindroid's slender legs were wrapped around his waist. Spreading Zane's ass cheeks, Cole thrusted up into Zane's quivering, puckered hole.
Zane whined, wrapping his arms around Cole's neck, his inner walls tightening to practically hug Cole's throbbing member. He felt Cole's lips wrap around one of his nipples, biting and sucking the sensitive bud roughly. He cried out as Cole slammed against his prostate again and again, digging his fingernails into Cole's back.
Sure enough, Zane climaxed again, his cum shooting up to cover Cole's chest. It wasn't long before Cole also came, and Zane moaned as he felt it drip out of him and onto the floor. Amidst the shaking, the white filling his vision, and the heat that dominated Zane's body, he hadn't let go of Cole.
"A-all right," Cole murmured, pulling out and holding Zane in his arms. "Thats enough."
Zane shook his head, one hand still gripping Cole's shoulder. "I-I..." Cole raised an eyebrow, which only made Zane even more embarrassed about what he was going to ask. Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "I would like to try bondage."
Cole's eyebrows were both raised now, and he did not answer for a moment. After a while, he smirked. "If that's what you want. This'll be our last round though, okay?"
Zane nodded, and Cole laid him down on the bed, bending down to look through the bedside table drawer. Zane gulped when he watched Cole pull out three lengths of thick black ribbon, a ball gag, and a long, phallic object. Zane soon recognized it as a dildo.
Picking up the ribbon, Cole held Zane's hands above his head, tying them together to the headboard. He took the other two pieces of ribbon and spread Zane's legs wide, tying each foot to the end of the bed. He wiggled his eyebrows as he picked up the ball gag.
"Open wide, Zane," he instructed. Zane nodded, opening his mouth, letting Cole stick the ball in. Once he had tied it so the ball stayed in place, Cole leaned back and nodded in satisfaction. "If I'm going too far for you, give me three short, consecutive grunts, okay?"
Again, Zane nodded. A shiver ran up his spine as Cole picked up the dildo, eyeing it through a half-lidded gaze. He then got up onto the bed, getting between Zane's legs and poking his dripping entrance with a finger. Zane shivered in anticipation, letting out a moan that was muffled by the gag.
Grinning, Cole firmly held the dildo, then pressed it to Zane's entrance, slowly pushing it in. Zane gave another loud, muffled moan, bucking his hips as best as he could with his feet tied down. Cole waited for Zane to adjust before he began to move it.
Zane's entire body tingled with excitement, and it didn't help that the dildo was a bit bigger than Cole. Every single time it was thrusted in, it brushed against his prostate, and his muffled cries grew louder and louder.
He was taken by surprise when Cole pressed a button on the toy, and he cried out in ecstasy as it began to vibrate inside him. His entrance clenched and unclenched around the dildo, and tears of pleasure built up in his eyes as his orgasm neared again. Cole turned up the speed of the vibrations, and Zane knew he couldn't take it any more.
Practically screaming against the gag, he climaxed, thick spurts of cum coating his and Cole's stomachs, his hips shaking and trembling as the dildo vibrated right against his prostate. He let out another cry as he felt something shooting into him, and he looked down to see Cole's finger had hit another button; The dildo had shot cum into him.
Once Zane's orgasm had died down, Cole untied him and took out the gag and dildo. Zane immediately curled up to Cole's side once they had cleaned themselves up, and Cole held him close with one arm wrapped around his waist.
"Cole?" he murmured, looking up at him.
"Yes?"
Zane nuzzled Cole's neck, smiling sleepily. "That was utterly indescribable. And... I think I like bondage now."
Smiling, Cole kissed his forehead. "I'm so glad."