This Delicate Thing We've Made

genre: Romance

rated: M

authors note: This is some shameless PWP with bondage ;)

Chapter 10: Touch

"There's an energy washing chemically over me
I can't take it anymore
Like my destiny running endlessly over me
You're the one I'm waiting for
You know that we are the sun and the moon, the stars
Every time we touch
You know that we are the light
And the universe has been changed because we touched"

Barry stood there, staring at himself in the full-length ornate mirror in the living room. He was naked. His mouth was filled with a large red ball-gag, the one Len first introduced him to just a couple of months ago, the one he grew to crave. His arms were tied behind his back with soft red rope at the wrists, forearms, and elbows. The rope around his forearms was also wrapped tightly around his waist just above hips, immobilizing his arms.

Barry had fathwoomed into the apartment, coming straight home after an injury-less fight with a meta instead of S.T.A.R. Labs to shower. Ten minutes later, Barry emerged from the bathroom, naked except for the towel wrapped loosely around his bottom half, as he moved towards the kitchen.

Suddenly he was grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around his chest and a hand clamped over his mouth. His attacker forced him over to the kitchen island till Barry bumped into it, forcing Barry to bend over till his upper body pressed down against it.

The hand released his mouth only to yank both his arms behind his back and quickly began winding rope around his wrists.

"Hey! Len!" Barry yelled, struggling as Len tied his hands tightly behind his back, finishing it off with a tight cinch. "Len-mmph!" With one hand holding his arms still, Len stuffed a red cloth it onto Barry's mouth as a temporary silencer.

Len ignored the muffled shouts as he grabbed another piece of rope. He fought through Barry's writhing and grabbed his elbows and wound the rope around them, pulling them slowly together until they were only mere inches apart and cinched it off.

"Nnnnnn-ngh" Barry groaned at the now stretched position his arms were in. He pulled uselessly at his bindings, a delicate and soft cording against his skin but strong and sturdy as the ropes held. And when Len wound more rope around his hips, pinning his wrists to the small of his back, his arms were now fastened securely behind him.

Barry pushed at the cloth with his tongue until he could finally spit it out of his mouth. It was at that moment that Len pulled him up from where he had been bent over the counter and steered him into the living room.

"Geeze Len, you didn't have to attack me! All you have to do is ask!" Barry grumbled half-heartedly. He tried to hide his excitement, not wanting Len to know how much he was enjoying the ambush. He was naked now, the towel having fallen off in the scuffle, a stark contrast to Len who was completely clothed, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Yeah, but what's the fun in that." And seemingly out of thin air, Len dangled the ballgag by the strap in front of Barry's face. Barry reactively licked his lips as Len the ball up to his mouth. He opened willingly, groaning as the size of the ball forced his jaw wide. His lover moved to stand around him, a hand pressing the ball against Barry's mouth to keep it place as he did. He pulled hard on the main straps of the gag until they dug into his cheeks, around Barry's head, and buckled it as tightly as possible at the base of his skull, and Barry sunk his teeth deep into the ball, satisfied.

Barry and Len enjoyed playing around with bondage, incorporating it fairly regularly to their activities as an additional level to their intimacy. Len enjoyed doing the tying, the trust Barry put in him as he allowed him to bind him, taking great pride in being the one paying detailed attention to his lover, finding that balance of thrill and ecstasy, softness and challenging his limits. Barry who was constantly flooded with the responsibility of an entire city on his shoulders found extreme comfort and pleasure in being submissive, letting go and giving his trust completely to Len, of his movement, of his pleasure. He craved that feeling of unknowing, a feeling that in his everyday life would make him feel anxious but in Len's attentive hands felt like a thrilling freedom.

Len stood behind him, his hands massaging Barry's shoulders and neck before slowly sliding them down his chest until he reached his nipples. He circled them slowly with his fingertips then started to massage his pectorals, then moving back to his nipples, taking them between his finger and thumb and squeezing and twisting them. Not hard enough to cause pain but enough to force a groan of pleasure from Barry.

Len slowly slid his hands down his stomach to Barry's waist, fingers tracing over the rope, then sliding his hands back up his stomach and chest so his hands were once again playing with his nipples, making them hard and sending shock waves to his cock.

"You are so beautiful. Red really is your color, Flash" Len breathed into his ear, hand moving to trace the leather straps of the gag. Barry knew he chose the red gag, the red rope, for a reason.

Len suddenly reached a hand up to the back of Barry's head, thread his fingers through his hair and gave a short sharp pull, yanking his head back. Barry grunted as Len leaned his head to glare into his captive's eyes.

"I saw you today on Channel 52 when you went up against that meta," Len snarled quietly, his voice deep and menacing. "Standing there, hands on those cocked hips, bickering, bantering, flirting."

He let go of Barry's head and then moved to grab the cloth from before.
Carefully, Len wound one long end of the red scarf twice across Barry's mouth between his teeth over the ball gag so the ball was even more firmly wedged in his mouth. The other end of the scarf went round twice also, but this time it was bandaged over his lips and covered his face from just below his nose to the tip of his chin. There was just sufficient left over for Len to tie a very secure double knot at the back of his neck.

"That might keep even you quiet," Len beamed, leaning back on his legs to admire his handiwork. Len grabbed another piece of cloth from his back pocket, this one black, and stretched it over Barry's eyes. He tied it tight behind his head, his captive now tied, gagged, blindfolded and ready for Len to play with him as he desired.

Barry knew Len had a jealous streak; not in a possessive or dangerous way. But if he caught someone glancing at his boyfriend, he'd kiss him if they were on the dance floor at a club, move his hand to the small of Barry's back as they walked beside each other, drape Barry's arm around his shoulder, little micro warnings to the world that Barry was his and he was Barry's.

He hadn't been flirting with the meta, not even a little, but of course Len would see the quips exchanged between them as such, especially since whenever Captain Cold and the Flash were in the same positions it absolutely was flirtatious. Barry suspected it was just an excuse to slip into a scene, and if that's what it took, Barry was completely on board.

"Spread 'em," Len commanded. Barry complied and spread his legs as Len ran his hands down Barry's groin, feeling his cock and sliding one hand down to fondle it while the other hand reached around to Barry's ass. While Len's fingers felt the back of his balls, his other hand pushed a thumb firmly up into his hole.

Barry moaned as Len continued to pump his thumb as the other hand massaged his cock. Barry was breathing heavily, getting very close, having gotten very hard when Len had manhandled him and tied him up. Len must have sensed this because he stopped his ministrations just as Barry was on the edge.

"Do not cum without permission," Len breathed in his ear as he took a length of cord and tied it tightly around the base then around the top of his balls and back round front. Len ordered him to bend over and Barry could hear him undoing his jeans and then felt cool cream being spread around his hole followed by the tip. Len pushed his way inside until his full length was buried deep inside Barry, a delicious moan escaping from behind the ball, beneath the basic as Let bottomed out. Len held it there for a moment then started to slide in and out, slowly at first but gaining such an incessant pace.

With every thrust, Barry gave a helpless, pained moan, his hands clenched into shaking fists behind him. Barry's muffled moans grew louder with each thrust, his body arching ever so slightly within his bindings. Len could feel his body quiver in an uncontrollable rush of orgasmic pleasure and it didn't take long before he exploded.

Barry moaned at the pressure and at the urge to cum himself but Len hadn't given him permission. And Len just held himself inside Barry for a while, daring him.

"Your cock is swelling, isn't it?" Len's breath in his ear sent chills down his spine as he held him from behind. Barry nodded.

"You wanna cum, don't you?"

Barry nodded again, moaning as Len reached his free hand around to cup Barry's bulge, his dick still inside him. He squeezed slightly and ran his fingers over the trapped shaft.

"This is mine. I know you get cocky when you're out there in your skin tight red super suit but don't forget the body beneath that suit belongs to me. Get it?" Len whispered, his lips brushing against Barry's ear.

Barry nodded frantically as Len finally withdrew slowly from his hole, but still held him close. Len was playing up the jealousy, the domination he had over him was making his cock harder, which Barry didn't think possible at this point.

His chest heaved as he breathed through his nose and strained against the upper body bindings. Barry stretched his neck back against Len's shoulder, his flailing hands brushed against Len's groin. Len felt a rush of heat as Barry reached with his bound wrists and deftly grasped the softened shaft.

He understood the message, the silent reply to Len's statement. Len was his. Barry may be the one tied up, but in this life they now shared, Len belonged to Barry in the same way Barry belonged to him.

Len stood perfectly still as Barry groped him and felt his manhood bulge fuller. Barry grasped it and started slowly masturbating him. He moaned as Len reached both arms around his body and kneaded and caressed his chest. He rubbed his stomach moving downward to his pubic bone, pressed there gently causing Barry to let out a burst from his nostrils. He massaged his crotch with his right hand while his left stroked up and down Barry's chest.

Unable to resist any longer, and despite his dominating act, Len really wanted to let Barry come.

"Remember, you need permission," Len reminded as he untied the rope around Barry's cock, his lover nodding as frantically as his breathing. Once Len was finished, suddenly Barry felt himself being spun and then he was being hoisted over Len's shoulder and carried. When they reached the bedroom, Len lowered him to the ground. Barry stood there, unable to do much else as Len stripped down to nothing. He then guided to him to the side of the big bed and half eased, half forced Barry down onto it.

For a long moment, they stayed that way, Barry lying back half on the bed, gazing up, blindly searching for Len who was looking down at him with a look of tenderness strangely mixed with triumph. He swung the man's legs up onto the bed, spreading them apart and settling on his knees between them.

Like a cat, Len bent over his lover, crawling on his hands up the length of Barry's body, pressing his belly hard against his, grinding his dick against Barry's stiff prick, both men groaning at the contact. Len's hands were pressed against his chest, cold as they caressed and explored up and down his skin, Barry's muscles twitching at the erotic touch.

Barry used his trapped arms beneath him to push his body up closer against Len's as he just continued to run his hands across his chest, rubbing his neck, his belly, and his face. Barry squirmed with each touch, moaning at the cot ant and it seemed to Len that for now, Barry was enjoying the possession he had over him.

Len slowly let his hand roam down Barry's side, squeezing the firm flesh at his waist and hip. Barry was sweating now in arousal and late summer night heat. Len watched a bead of sweat travel down his jawline towards the curve of his neck. Len dipped his head to the exposed throat and captured it before the drop could travel any further and he could feel Barry shiver and heard him pant.

Len planted a quick kiss over the gag where Barry's lips were and got up from the bed. Barry impatiently waited, craving more of Len's touch. Barry suspected the craving was so intense because of his lack of sight, unable to predict Len's next move but he didn't care, Len was driving him crazy in the best ways.

After a few minutes, Len returned to the bedroom with some ice in a small bowl, placing it on the nightstand next to the bed. He swung his leg over his lover's body, straddling the bound man still sprawled on his back, blindfolded and unknowing of what was in store for him. He grabbed one of the ice cubes and held it above Barry's chest, waiting for some of the cold water to drip onto his unsuspecting body.

The droplet of ice water made Barry gasp and jerk in surprise, then sudden cold, ice-cold against his chest, the cube right against his nipple, freezing it to a painful firmness. Barry gasped again, his toes curling, his fingers digging into his palms still pinned between his back and the mattress, as the ice was swirled around his nipple, wet drops trailing down his side. It was really only a matter of time before Len tried ice play, especially after the jealousy of the Flash flirting and bantering with someone other than Captain Cold.

The cheeky bastard left it pressed right against the nipple until Barry found himself squirming against the rope, could feel a bead of pre-come sliding right down the length, untouched and aching for sensation. Len followed his body's attempt to escape from the stinging cold him with the ice, sliding it to give the same treatment to his other nipple. Len loved to do this, loved watching him shudder apart as every inch of skin received contact. Len has told him he's gorgeous in his desperate need for touch, and Len always looked at him with a fierce want and lust while he explored every inch of him. It usually sent Barry spinning into a wonderfully powerful orgasm but the blindfold kept him at bay.

He couldn't see Len smile as he began tracking the ripples of Barry's chest and around his nipples with the ice cube, making them rock hard. Barry's body heat melted the ice quickly, Len licking and sucking the water trail it created. The sensations of ice against his warm skin and the heat from Len's mouth racked through Barry's body, sending twinges to his dick.

Len reached for another ice cube and trailed it down Barry's torso and stomach. Barry jerked as the cold traveled down to his crotch before melting. Once again, Len licked at the water, taking his time to suck every bit of its trace, before grabbing another ice cube and running it down Barry's left leg, down to his knee, and then back up his inner thigh till it melted. He then grabbed another cube and did the same to Barry's other leg, meticulously licking up the trail, enjoying the sensation against his tongue of the goosebumps on Barry's skin.
Barry's body squirmed, following the touch of Len's lips as he trailed his body with his mouth. Barry loved the gag but he'd give anything right now to have Len's lips on his instead of everywhere else. His breathing was heavy now with arousal. He couldn't help but moan loudly as Len made small bites from his calf up his right leg till he reached the top of the inner thigh. He then began to kiss down his inner left thigh till he reached his ankle.

Len moved up his body, kissing his way along the length of Barry's lean figure until he hovered over his head, lips brushing against his forehead before kissing a line down over his right temple. He stopped for a moment to nuzzle into Barry's soft brown hair before nibbling at his neck, causing Barry to stretch to grant him more access.

"You have my permission," Len whispered before pulling back. And then Len reached into the bowl he had at the foot of the bed with the ice and pulled out the last cube, half-melted, held it in his mouth for a moment and then dived onto Barry's cock, taking the head of it into his mouth before the ice could melt.

Barry gasped and arched his back in pleasure, driving his cock further into Len's mouth as the cold from the ice combined with the heat of his dick. Len tongued the melting ice all around the head of Barry's cock as he took it all in. The sensation drove Barry wild and Len had to slam his hands down hard on his hips as Barry's body writhed.

Within seconds, between the waiting and the teasing, Barry erupted into Len's mouth and Len swallowed it down with a satisfied moan. Len stayed there with Barry's softening shaft in his mouth, lapping it all up before pulling away.

As Barry's chest heaved from his orgasm, Len's hands started to slowly caress Barry's bare, soft skin again. Both hands pressed against his chest, moving in slow circles before trailing down his bound arms and between his body and the mattress to take two handfuls of Barry's ass in his hands, grinding against Barry's crotch as he held on to his cheeks.

This time Len's moan at the contact overshadowed Barry's gagged one and Len couldn't wait any longer. He maneuvered Barry to lay on his right side, Len moving to curl up behind him, his bound lover's back pressed up against his chest. With one arm wrapped around his torso, his other hand grabbed hold of his own dick and lined it up with Barry's hole. Len pushed in as he pulled Barry back against him, driving his cock in further as they lay on their sides.

Len pushed, slowly and steadily until he felt his balls resting against Barry's ass. He pulled Barry tightly against his chest and started to thrust, Barry slamming back against Len.
"Mmmm," Barry moaned as he was pulled back with each thrust of Len's dick, the slapping of skin as Barry's back collided with Len's chest, his head lolling back on Len's shoulder. His bound arms were crushed between their bodies, Barry's fingertips grazing his stomach as Len plunged into him. Len wrapped both arms around him, gripping his chest with one hand and Barry's dick with the other as he picked up the pace, stroking Barry's dick in rhythm with his thrusts.

Barry's senses were in overload. The musky aroma from their passion, Len's moans, the calloused hand tightly gripping his cock, Len's dick filling him, all wound together with his lack of sight, bindings and gag, Barry knew it wouldn't take long before he would cum again.
And then Len bit gently into Barry's shoulder and it pushed him completely over the edge. With a harsh gasp, Barry came in Len's hand. With the contractions of Barry's ass around his dick and semen pumping into his hand, with a final thrust Len came inside Barry with a shout.
They stayed there, breathing hard for a few moments, Len riding him through the aftershocks before pulling slowly out him. Barry felt Len fiddling with the ropes binding his arms to his body, his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath while he was untied. As the rope fell away, Len gently eased him onto his back, leaning up to hover over him. He slid his hand between Barry's head and the pillow, lifting it slightly and cradling it as he first pulled away the scarf, then undid the clasp of the ball gag and removed it. Warm lips pressed to his as the gag was placed aside. Then the blindfold was pulled away but Barry kept his eyes closed as Len placed a kiss over each lid.

"You're so beautiful, Barry," Len whispered. "Especially when you let me take control."

Barry opened his eyes then, reaching up his arms to wrap around Len's neck and pull him down on top of him.

"You know you're my only one right?" Barry spoke, eyes still laden with lust because even though he'd just had two mind-blowing orgasms, been turned on since the moment Len pressed against him when he'd exited the shower, Barry would happily go all night. The power Len had over him, not in the way they made love but isn't the way Barry loved him was intoxicating. He had him, body, and heart.

"You're my only one," Len replied, hovering over Barry as he hooked a leg over his lover, Barry wrapping his legs around his waist as he pressed their bodies together. He knew Barry had a refractory period of a horny teenager but it would take Len a little bit longer to get ready again. Luckily for them both, he had a few ideas, including kissing each inch of flesh that he had covered with rope before. He loved tying Barry up but there was nothing better than Barry's hands all over him, exploring, devouring, worshiping Len as much as Len worshiped him.

He had once told Barry that labels tied them, that couples referring to each other as property made him uncomfortable. Len didn't want to feel owned, but he understood the sentiment now. It wasn't about ownership, it was about commitment. He was Barry's, Barry was his.

Len knew without a shadow of a doubt that Barry wasn't flirting with the meta from earlier, but he'd been on the other side of that stare down with the Flash and knew damn well that the meta was flirting with him, even if Barry was clueless. So just in case Barry didn't get it before, Len was ready to make him feel just how much he loved him and to fuck him so hard till he couldn't even remember the meta from earlier.