Reward

Have you ever accidentally been turned on somewhere really public?

When I was about thirteen I was going to get ice cream with Jace and Isabelle when we walked past this busker. He was all spiked hair and chains and tanned skin. I bet he lived somewhere with an exposed brick wall and a lot of milk crates filled with vinyls. Anyways, he saw me staring at this big rip in his shirt where I could see his stomach and he lifted his eyebrows and licked his top lip really slowly.

Insta-erection.

We got to the ice cream place - this real upscale deal where everything was white and gold and the ice cream came in three flavours. No toppings, no cones, no fun. Isabelle just went there because it was chic and she was a little rich brat. We sat in the back corner and I tried to get rid of my problem by thinking of things that weren't unbelievably attractive. I even elbowed myself in the thigh a couple of times. And then I had a brilliant idea. I put my hand in my pocket and reached over.

Problem solved.

Only instead of eliminating the problem, it only made it worse. It was torture, barely touching something that really needed to be touched. I finally had to excuse myself. I'm not proud to admit that I bumped one off in Seraph Creamery on Park Avenue, but what's done is done.

Now imagine you're not in that situation at all, only it feels a little bit the same. Imagine you're lying under Magnus Bane, feeling his soft, sticky skin against yours. Watching his face as he groans and shivers. Listening to the light creak of the bed springs as he pounds you like nothing else on this world. And imagine that you have an insane hard-on. All of the blood in your body is in your dick because you're hot and sweaty and he's hitting you in that sweet spot over and over again. It just wants to be touched. It wants to be stroked. Sucked. Licked. SOMETHING.

Did I mention your hands are tied?

Your shoulders are going to hurt like a bitch in the morning, but Magnus has a thing about seeing you tied up, and he's not exactly listening to your complaints because he's in the throws of passion and is trying his hardest to make sure that you feel your teeth rattle.

"Magnus," I kept gasping, but I could never get past that. The sensation was incredible, but it wasn't enough. "Magnus, please - " untie me " - ngggh!"

I lifted my hips, trying desperately to get some sort of friction against his stomach. He held me down again, driving faster, muttering my name over and over again. My hands twisted helplessly and I grabbed onto the belt, trying to pull myself up again. My fingers caught onto the knot and I twisted my thumb into it. All I needed was a little slack... At that moment, Magnus pushed me up on the bed and hitched my knee over his hip, giving me just enough room to pull the knot free. My hands came loose, and even though my shoulders were screaming and my wrists ached, I was able to grab onto his shoulders.

For that moment, seeing his look of surprise, feeling his rocking stop, I felt completely in control. I took that power. For the first time, I felt like I was the one running the show. I forced Magnus to flip over, which didn't take a lot of strength. My fingers scratched down his arms and then my palms rubbed up his biceps, over his chest. I flicked his nipple ring, giving him that sweet smile that always seemed to make him go doughy. Magnus's eyes fluttered and he bucked. I forced him down and then ran my hands up his arms a quick jerk, I forced them up over his head and then fumbled to get the loops around his wrists. He didn't even pretend to try and stop me.

"I flew all the way out here. Do you know what that cost?" I said slyly, feeling bold. "Don't you think I should be rewarded for being so caring?"

Magnus nodded vigorously. "You do. You're the sweetest. I love - "

I put my fingers to his lips. "Shh-shh-shh, quiet. The only thing I want to hear you say is Alec. Okay?"

His whole body shuddered, his mouth open just a little. I had the sudden urge to take his swollen bottom lip into my mouth, so I did. He moaned when I bit it lightly and tugged. The buckle on my belt jingled as he squirmed. "Alec," he breathed.

I kissed his lips chastely and wrinkled my nose at him. "Perfect." I sat back, trying to take mental pictures of him, all sprawled out and sweaty, his eyes glazed.

What could drive him insane? What would make him explode? What kind of sweet torture would be gratifying for both of us? For a moment I considered grabbing a condom and trying to top, but that could turn messy and I didn't want to break the sweet sin of the moment. Then I had it. Of course, I would never want Magnus to bring it up again and it would be a dark blot on my memory, but I didn't really care.

Slowly, I moved back until I was kneeling between Magnus's knees. I bit my lip, tilted my head back, and ran my hands down my chest. Over my nipples, down the lean muscles on my stomach, skimming across my treasure trail, until I reached my poor, abandoned dick. Magnus keened sort of like a dog when I started pumping long, slow and hard, one hand running down my thigh and back up over my hip. I avoided his gaze and stared at his toned, writhing body. He started chanting my name, almost like he was begging for me to keep going and to stop at the same time. I groaned and sighed and panted his name, tugging faster. Remembering the feel of his mouth on me and forgetting the empty feeling that had come after it. I had Magnus. He was mine. All mine.

The thought almost made me lose it. I let go of myself, meeting Magnus's eyes. He looked almost wild. I swallowed thickly, feeling a little embarrassed, and climbed up over his body. I positioned myself over him and he said, "Alec, wait - "

"Wait? My name isn't Wait," I chuckled. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, but I put my hand over it. "Complain all you want. You're tied up, Magnus. There's nothing you can do."

He started to speak behind my hand so I slammed myself down onto him. We both cried out at the same time. I took a moment to get used to the feeling and then started pushing myself up. I braced myself against his chest and experimented with how far I could push myself for how long. In the end, the best strategy was to sort of bounce on the bed, one hand holding me up while the other stroked myself. He was choking out a litany of my name mixed with fuck, God, and several words that were definitely not part of the average Korean dinner table conversation.

I felt myself getting close. Everything in my stomach was tightening up. My eyes were watering and all of the muscles in my throat stopped working. Magnus beat me to the punch. He screamed - literally screamed - my name and shot off inside me. I watched his face as he did it, almost entranced, my pace slowing. When the trance broke, I pulled off of him, my hand moving slowly, my orgasm dancing on the edge.

"Alec," Magnus panted. "Come on, baby. Cum on me. I want you to."

My mouth fell open. I was unsure he'd actually said it until he repeated it. It wasn't long after that, with a feverish wrist and a lot of swearing, that I came all over Magnus's stomach. He locked eyes with me and then surged up. I leaned down and kissed him long and hard, balling my fists in his hair. He tugged roughly at his binds and I finally thought to untie him, but not before pulling back to take another mental picture of him naked and bound and covered in my jizz.

What can I say? I, like all other humans on planet earth, can occasionally be a bit of a pervert.

Magnus's hands came free and he wrapped his arms around me. I pulled off his condom for him and then bent over the bed to find a sock to clean him up with. He sighed contently and kissed my sweaty hair.

"Seriously, Alec," he finally said, voice hoarse. "Where did you even come from?"

"Tralfamadore," I murmured sleepily, my face in the crook of his neck. "I was an attraction at the zoo there."

He laughed and then we both drifted off into sleep, listening to each other breathe. I just hoped that I fell asleep before him, lest he hear the soft whistle of my deviated septum.