To my sweetie pie Mercury and bit on the side elphie! Larve you both!xx

With the blindfold on all his senses were heightened. He heard him move around, then felt the pressure of soft lips against his. He opened up and Christian's tongue slipped inside his mouth, exploring, drawing back, dipping in again, and leaving him frustrated, wanting more. He moaned.

"Tease," he muttered weakly. He felt fingers tracing along his jaw, small, wet kisses planted behind his ears, a warm languid tongue moving infinitely slowly over the back of his neck. He shivered.

"You like this don't you?" Christian asked.

"Yes." He wished he didn't but he did. It was wonderful. Christian's tongue moved to Syed's ear and began nibbling. He gasped, his wrists straining against the handcuffs.

"Don't fight it," he whispered, moving to lie next to his lover.

"I don't want to…I'm trying…"

"Try harder." His hands wander down Syed's chest and his mind goes into over-drive. Syed lying here naked, blindfolded and handcuffed, oh the things he could do. "Tell me what you want Sy?"

Syed moans a little and arches into Christian's touch, asking with his body, but that isn't what Christian wants, not tonight. His touches grow heavier and more certain only when Syed tells him that's what he wants. Christian knows how much Syed loves to hear his voice, but it's the same for him. Hearing his lover tell him what he wants is so arousing. The requests aren't easy to make at first, but every one of them is granted and soon Syed is begging for more, leaning against Christian's strong chest, his head pressed back into his lover's shoulder as he pushes his hips into Christian's hand. The grip on his cock is just right, just as tight as he likes it and the strokes just a long as he likes them and it's good, so fucking good, but there's a hunger in his belly for more.

"Christian" he gasps, and then stops, the words caught momentarily behind his teeth.

"Tell me," Christian insists. He's pressed tight up against Syed's back, his cock hot and slick with pre-come.

Syed clenched his eyes shut behind the blindfold. "I want..."

Christian nuzzles into Syed's throat and licks at a hot spot they found there once when Syed was like this. "Tell me..."

The slow push of one of Christian's fingers into Syed's body is so bright and intense that Syed cries out even as he pushes back into the touch. "Yes. Yes. Oh God," he babbles, the words falling from his lips. "More. Christian..." He breaks off, whimpering instead at the stretch of another finger pressing inside.

"Just ask," Christian tells him. The words are rough and husky, as if he's as turned on by this just as much as Syed is, which he is. "I'll give you anything you ask for," Christian says in a rush, and there's something tight and intense in his voice, as if the blindfold is pulling words from him, too.

"Oh," Syed gasps in pleasure and realization all at once. Anything. Anything. "You know what I want," he says and Christian does. "You want me inside you, want to feel how much I want you, how hard you've made me. You love that, don't you? My cock hot, thick and aching for you, pulling out slowly and sliding in so fast. You love being full of me, love squeezing down on me and feeling me twitch and throb and move inside of you. You love it when I get so lost in it I start saying your name over and over, like it's the only thing I can think of. Well it is the only thing I can think of. You. And only you."

Syed was now definitely incapable of speech, hanging on the edge of orgasm, he didn't want to let go but the sound of Christian's voice always made him so close. And the fact that Christian's mouth was now busy at his groin, licking at his cock. Syed's fingers clenched in the soft sheets as a deliberate thrust against his prostate was accompanied by a skilled flick of Christian's tongue, and he cried out and came, writhing against fingers and mouth.

"I wanted you to fuck me." Syed whined. Christian laughed, "But that was so much more fun."