Chapter 9: Bonding: James to Sebastian
oOo Sebastian's POV oOo
When his dark-haired Guide had grabbed his hand and dragged him into his bedroom he had been only a little surprised. After all, they had just decided to bond. He finally got Jim. Finally got the bond he had wanted from the moment he had meet the smaller Guide. Almost as soon as they are in the Guide's bedroom he finds himself pushed up against the wall by the aggressive dark-haired Guide who was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Pinning him against the door and kissing him, showing that even though he is a Guide he is still the more dominate partner of the relationship and staking his claim. Even as he is being kissed senseless the shorter man is unfastening his clothes, striping him done to nothing before shoving him towards the bathroom attached to the room.
"You're mine. You understand? Only mine!" there is a nervous energy to the Guide that is different than his normal personality.
"I know that. Hell, I have been yours since you offered me a job while I was drinking away my life because I had lost my partner." He replies as he goes where he is pushed.
Once in the bathroom, he turn the shower on, understand perfectly well what his Guide wants and not having a problem with it. Actually it is rather reassuring. Once it is warm, the two of them climb in the shower and after doing a quick scrub down using the body wash that the shorter man hands him, he turns to his Guide with a smirk. Before he had always kept a small part of him back, not allowing his empathy to connect, now however, he was going to do otherwise and as he pushes the smaller man against the back of the shower, he locks onto him with both sets of senses.
Time to show him what an atypical can do for their partner, he thinks as cups the smaller man's face in between his palms and kisses him soundly, allowing his empathy to build the pleasure from both of them much to Jim's shock. As the smaller man's breathing becomes more labored and he begins to pant, he lifts him up, and continues to kiss him, but works his way down his throat to his shoulder. He knows that he will not be in charge for long, but he might as well enjoy the brief time he is, and enjoy surprising his Guide.
As he allows his senses to flare open he feels the Guide in his arms slowly opening up to him and the link is formed, a deep link born of need and pleasure. He had just reached the smaller mans stomach for kissing and licking when he feels the bond snap into place and the surge of pleasure that goes with it is unbelievable. Despite that, he continues to focus on pleasuring the smaller man, using his heel to shut off the water as he carefully sets him down and towels him off before kneeling at his feet and carefully running the edge of his tongue down the length of his vein on the underside of his cock.
"Bastian! Bed. Now!" the Guide orders him as he sucks him closer to the edge.
With one last long lick, he does as directed, but he is smirking as he does so. Once on the bed, he lays back because he understands that's exactly what his Guide wants and waits patiently while the smaller man grabs something out of the dresser before joining him on the bed. Ah, the straps to bind him to the bed, he should have expected them. After wiggling around a bit to get comfortable, he holds perfectly still while his Guide straps him to the bed frame and shoves as wedge pillow under the small of his back so his arse is the air and available for whatever his dark-haired companion wants.
"You are mine, never forget that, and I get to choose what happens to you. Right now I want you begging," Jim tells him as he starts to rub small circles into the muscles of his legs as he slowly works his way up his body.
He smirks at the smaller man, determined that he is not giving in that easily. Besides, he is enjoying the feelings that are currently being shared between them.
"This is why you were sad. This is why you wouldn't answer me." the Guide remarks before he sucks a nice love bite on the back side of his knee. "You wanted this, the bond that I never even considered." He continues as he runs the flat of his tongue up the side of his leg. "You wanted everything. Something I never considered doing." Another love bit follows this pronouncement, this time to his other leg just before where his leg and torso join together.
"Yessss," he hisses out as he gasps, the sensation of feeling his Guides rough tongue and emotions is driving him higher sooner than he expected.
"I'll forgive you for never saying." The Guide mutters as he proceeds to licking the underside of his balls, tracing the veins in it, "After all, you are not a genius for all you are far more interesting than I originally realizing."
"Boss!" he gasps as the shorter man noses at his hole for a moment before running the flat of his tongue around it and in.
A light nip to the side of his ass has him arching a bit, "Jim," the smaller man murmurs, "right now I am not your boss, I am your lover, your bondmate, your Guide," there is extra emphasis put on the word Guide. "No one else gets to touch you like this unless I want them to." The dark-haired man murmurs as he grabs a bottle of lube from the side of the bed, "Your mine. My sniper, my Sentinel, my lover." The Guide growls at him possessively as he starts to quickly prepare him.
"Yes," he hisses out again, still riding the emotions that are going between the two of them.
"Of course you are going to explain how you hid something so unique from me," he mutters as the shorter man throws the lube bottle aside, "Mine," he growls one more time as he thrusts hard into, managing to hit his prostate on the first try.
"Jim!" he gasps out, but he still does not beg.
The next long while is filled with the sounds of their bodies moving against each other, well as much as his can when he is tied to the bed. While his Guide continues to fuck him senseless, his slender fingers are tracing over scars and muscles, electing all sorts of noises out of him as the pleasure climbs higher and higher. Eventually, he cannot help himself and under the combined feels of both their emotions he starts begging for more.
Focusing on the binds on his arms he tries to picture exactly how they are hooked together and proceeds to unfastening them. When they are unfasten he does the same thing to his legs before he grabs the smaller mans hips and grinds hard against him, causing both of them to come at the same time with a gasp.
Afterwards, as he lays languidly draped over him, the Guide asks, "How did you do that?"
Smiling slightly, he kisses the smaller man on the collar bone as he murmurs, "Trick John taught me years ago in case we ever got caught by hostile forces. Its part of why people have such a hard time keeping me when they do catch me."
"Teach me," the Guide demands sleepily.
"Later," he promises, nuzzling the top of his dark-haired companion's head he mutters, "Love you Jim," as he drifts off to sleep. Secure for the first time since he met his Guide that the smaller man is not going to leave him. The impression of contentedness is the one he drifts off to.
