Prompt: Bound
1. under a legal or moral obligation: He is bound by the terms ofthe contract.
2. destined; sure; certain: It is bound to happen.
3. tied; in bonds: a bound prisoner.
:D
(Added warning – rimming. And bondage. Shockingly enough.)
Norman listened closely to each breath Carter took, each subsequent release more uncontrolled and shaky than the last. Carter was, at times, a hard man to read – it made gauging his limits difficult, making Norman never entirely certain how close he was to the edge. He had made it his personal goal for the evening to test every one of those limits, and he had to admit he'd done a pretty damn good job so far. Slowly, he withdrew his tongue from the warm, tight cavity of the man's ass, holding back a chuckle when he felt the tight ring of muscle clamp up in a vain effort to keep him inside.
From somewhere above him, he heard Carter growl in response, followed by the noise of metal clanking against metal. Norman pulled away from Carter's body entirely, leaning his head back to take in the sight before him. It had taken ages and every psychological tactic he knew, but his resilience had paid off – Carter now sat in front of him, blindfolded by Norman's tie with his legs spread to allow him better access to his body. His arms were twisted above him, handcuffed to the metal frame of his bedpost; despite how uncomfortable it looked, Norman felt little sympathy. It was the cop's own fault for twisting his arms into such an awkward position – thought he had to admit he held some responsibility for pushing the man so far.
As much raw satisfaction as he got from turning the rough cop practically into putty under his ministrations, denying him said physical indulgence was even more satisfying. Norman never truly had the opportunity to fully appreciate said denial and its effects on the prideful man – their differences in physical strength made such attempts impossible without immediate response in the form of a firm hand on the back of his head or an iron grip on his hips.
Now, however, the most Carter could do was writhe his hands about in his own handcuffs, all his strength effectively restrained by the metal devices biting into his wrists. The sight alone had long since made Norman painfully hard, but he did his best to ignore that fact – he wanted this little exercise to be about Carter. His own needs could be taken care of after he successfully pushed Carter to the point where he actually got the vain, aggressive officer to beg him for more.
The thought made him smile slightly as he looked back up at the lieutenant's face. He almost wished he hadn't gone with the idea of the blindfold; he rather missed the sight of the man's dark blue eyes, undoubtedly heating up in frustration beneath the cloth. "Somethin' wrong, Cartah?" Norman asked, fighting to keep most of his amusement out of his voice.
"You mean other than the fact that you're a fuckin' cocktease?" Norman couldn't hold back a laugh at the comment, watching the cop's mouth tighten angrily in response. The words were perfect, but what was more satisfying was the way they were spoken. Carter's voice sounded ridiculously strained, frustration present in the words; but not nearly as strongly as the desperation. Though far from a plea, Norman decided to reward the telling statement by leaning forward and slowly tracing the rim of the man's opening again with his tongue, smiling internally when he heard Carter gasp and shift his hips forward.
Norman's hands made their way to the lieutenant's waist, grabbing his sides firmly for leverage so he could push his tongue back inside the older man's ass. The sound of the handcuffs rattling against the bedframe made him chuckle slightly, sending a small vibration from his tongue into the man's body, causing Carter to tense up again and relinquish a soft moan. Norman's grip on his hips tightened at the noise, and he shifted his own hips into the mattress in an attempt to alleviate the growing pressure in his groin. He was starting to wonder who was going to win this game of self-control – himself, or Carter.
He was beginning to doubt his likelihood of success at this rate. Without pulling his face back, Norman ran a hand slowly away from Carter's side, tracing the man's hardened flesh with his fingertips. He felt the rough cop shudder slightly from the soft touch, tensing even further as his fingers slowly made their way to the man's neglected arousal. Blindly, he let his fingertips caress the painfully hard length, laughing softly again when the organ twitched under his touch. The sudden stimulation from both areas of Carter's body made him moan again in response, the sound much louder than before.
"Jesus – fuck…Norm…" Carter managed between panted breathes, thrusting his hips up as much as he could under Norman's grip in an attempt to buck into his hand. His utter lack of success with the act made him groan slightly in frustration.
Despite everything, Norman couldn't help but share that exact frustration. Hearing the cop's nickname for him panted out so pleasurably made his cock throb painfully. He knew there was one option remaining that would solve both his desire to dominate the man before him and relieve his own needs – and he knew he wouldn't get another chance like this in ages, as he rarely managed to coerce Carter into relinquishing his control – but as pleasurable as fucking the belligerent lieutenant into ecstasy sounded, Norman's caring nature was beginning to rear its head. It wouldn't be right – Carter had placed quite a lot of trust in him just by letting himself be tied up, and such an act would be betraying that trust.
Norman tried in vain to return his attention back into pleasuring the man before him, thrusting his tongue further into his ass despite fervent wishes that it was his cock instead. He knew if he withdrew his tongue now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from asking Carter if he could. The thought nearly made him growl in frustration – he knew full well that if the situations were reversed, he'd already be halfway fucked to oblivion at this point. And the thought of Blake asking him for permission first? Utterly laughable. But he couldn't help it – he didn't want to take advantage of Carter, no matter how badly the man needed to be humbled.
The small growl escaped from his throat after all, sending another pleasurable vibration throughout Carter's body. The shuddering gasp that followed drew a soft moan out of Norman's own lips before he could stop it; yet if Carter noticed it, he gave no sign of it. He was about to thrust his tongue further in before he felt Carter jerk his hips back in response, pulling the sopping wet muscle out of his body entirely. Norman furrowed his brows in surprise, glancing up to Carter's face to get an indication for what had just happened. Still panting from the sudden lack of stimulation, Norman watched as Carter twisted his hands together in frustration before seemingly steeling himself. Norman smiled in anticipation, waiting for the words about to come – pleas for him to blow him, begging for some sort of release –
"Jesus fuckin' Christ Norm, stop being a bitch and fuck me!"
Norman stifled a cough of pure and utter surprise, his mind racing to catch up with the words. It wasn't the plea he'd be working so hard to pry from the officer's vulgar mouth, far from it – it was a demand, the nature of which he hadn't anticipated in the slightest. But the aching need in his lower body overrode all desires to continue pushing the man further; he was almost too scared to say anything in fear of accidentally changing the dominant male's mind, but he just couldn't stop himself from commenting, "You want me to fuck you, Cartah?"
The reaction on Carter's face was almost worth jeopardizing the chance to fuck him. Norman watched in twisted satisfaction and amusement as the skin not covered by the blindfold flared red in embarrassment, his lips tightening further before biting his lower lip. "I'm not gonna ask you again."
Norman gave a small snort of both amusement and irritation at the words. He wanted to drag out the wait, make him ask in a properly submissive tone, rub in Carter's face that he'd managed to push him to the point where he wanted to be fucked – do something to dish back the feelings of embarrassment and subjugation that Norman himself was constantly on the receiving end of from the older man – but every second of teasing would be another second where his cock would be bitterly neglected. He got enough of that when Carter was in charge; now that he was in control, there was no need to repeat the anguish.
Without a second's hesitation, Norman reached down to his own cock and began spreading the liberal amount of precum that had been coating the head evenly across the organ before pressing the tip against Carter's entrance. Norman felt a rush of both excitement and concern when Carter visibly stiffened – concern won out as he leaned closer, pressing the side of his smooth face against Carter's far more gruff one, the silk of his own tie flushing nicely against his heated face. "Relax, Cartah," he instructed quietly. He bit back a short laugh as he watched a stubborn expression flick across Carter's blindfolded face even as his body obeyed the order. Unable to wait a second longer, he pressed the tip of his cock inside.
The sheer tightness of the older man's body made it impossible for Norman to thrust the entirety of his length into Carter's body in one movement. It took several short thrusts before he managed to fully sheathe himself, walls clenching tightly around his dick almost painfully. Moving in and out was just as difficult, but the way Carter harshly gasped as his tight heat embraced his cock was enough to drive Norman insane despite the slow speed. Norman gritted his teeth tightly together, pushing his body closer to Carter's as he tried to adjust himself into an angle that made movement easier.
Much to the relief of his already strained body, it didn't take long for him to locate the sensitive spot inside the older man with the new position – the excessive teasing he'd put the lieutenant through had swelled the organ enough that it was hard not to brush against it now. Norman thrust forward with more ease as Carter loosened his body further, making sure to keep the angle that was allowing him to effectively hit the man's prostate. Every moan ushered out from the violent cop was cherished like a hard earned trophy by the profiler, feeding his ego and bringing him closer by the second to reaching his peak.
Norman nuzzled his face wantonly against Carter's as he thrusted forward again, thoroughly enjoying both the feel of his tight body and the prickly facial hair brushing against his cheek. The warm feel of Carter's bated breath began hitting the back of his neck, serving as an indicator that he wasn't the only one close to the edge. The thought that Blake was getting off on him taking charge was enough for Norman to lose all sense of self-control, his thrusts losing all sense of rhythm and coordination in place for a wild snapping of his hips, each stroke applying a great deal of pressure on the other man's prostate. Somewhere in the back of his brain he noted with satisfaction Carter's equally unfocused attempts to match the movements - before he felt the shudders of the man underneath him, the rattling of the handcuffs echoing throughout the bedroom before a warm fluid hit Norman's stomach. Norman's attention was too closely held by the further tightening of Carter's body as he came to focus on the thought that he'd managed to outlast the man in their latest game of domination and submission. A few quick strokes later, and the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed his body completely – Norman pressed his face further down into Carter's neck as he came inside the man, muffling his sharp cry against the worn skin.
Norman's vision blurred in and out as he shakily pulled out and all but collapsed on Carter's chest. He tried to keep his breathing under control, out of pure desire to hear the cop's own panted breathes. Once they both managed to get their breathing under control, Norman leaned forward and clumsily untied the tie wrapped around the lieutenant's face, unable to fight a grin from taking his face as their eyes met. He decided to add insult to the injury, pressing his lips against Carter's almost lazily. For a few short seconds, Carter reluctantly complied – before jerking his face away furiously, small drops of spit sputtering past his lips. "Don't fuckin' kiss me, think of where that fuckin' mouth of yours has been!"
The grin grew uncontrollably as Norman cupped the man's face with both hands and began sloppily planting kisses all over it despite Carter's angry protests. Before he could make contact with his lips again, Carter managed to jerk his head out of his grasps. "Next time you're not gonna be able to walk right for a week," he managed, voice thick with irritation.
Norman regarded the still-bound police lieutenant lazily, gaze flickering from the semen matting his thickly haired chest to the man's belligerent glare, face still flushed from physical exertion and embarrassment. He met the glare with minimal traces of nervousness before breaking eye contact, reaching over to his night stand to grab the key to the handcuffs. He threw the little metal device keeping Carter from freedom from hand to hand, smirking slightly when he noticed Carter's eyes following each movement. "What makes'yah think you'll be free for next time?"'
(Jayden/Blake why are you so hard to write ;_;)