Pandora here with today's prompt 'rope'. In this Yuri is 24 and JJ is 28.

It's been hours. It must have been.

JJ's head swims with arousal, making him dizzy as he shifts his shoulders. Blood pulses in his ears, thumping hot and loud, and he gazes desperately up at Yuri. He opens his mouth, throat dry, swallows.

"Please," he breathes, because his voice is evading him and it's not even a whisper any more.

Yuri stares down at him, a smirk appearing on his perfect lips. "Please what?"

JJ swallows again, tries to work up enough saliva to speak more clearly.

"Please... please let me cum."

Yuri raises an eyebrow. "Well since you asked so nicely..."

"Really?!"

"No."

JJ groans, tugging unconsciously and fruitlessly at the ropes that bind his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The sheets under him are already damp with perspiration and his cock is painfully hard, overstimulated and flushed. Yuri sits down beside him on the mattress, the fabric of his jeans rubbing at the too-sensitive skin on JJ's thigh, making him whine softly. As Yuri's hand begins to stroke insistently up and down JJ's erection once again, JJ's whines give way to moans and gasps, English and French mingling together in his mouth. The friction is almost painful and yet he keens for it. A little more, just a little longer...

But too soon – to a torrent of almost-sobs – Yuri's fingers recede once more. JJ arches his back as best he can, trying to chase the sensation, but all he feels is the press of rope keeping him down.

"Look at you, all needy and desperate," says Yuri, every word like ice on JJ's sticky body. "Imagine if they could see King JJ now, trussed up like a filthy whore."

JJ whimpers and Yuri stands again, shedding his clothes. He makes quick work of his preparations, rolling a condom and lube onto JJ and working lubricated fingers into and out of himself, eventually straddling JJ and fixing him with a hard stare.

"Not until after me, do you understand?"

When JJ nods, he sits down ("Oh god, Yuri!") and starts rocking his hips. Everything becomes delicious torture for JJ: every slam of his cock into Yuri's body, every sound that slips past Yuri's lips, every look that they share as Yuri reaches down to start stroking his own dick. JJ clings desperately to his sanity, scrambling away from the edge even as Yuri leads him ceaselessly towards it. When Yuri reaches his climax, white spattering JJ's chest and a moan, JJ follows right behind, an ecstatic cry leaving him as his cock pulses and he fills the condom.

Yuri is always quick to clean up, the motions practised, and soon he's undoing the ropes and leaving soft kisses where they rubbed at JJ's skin. He murmurs sweet praises, repeated 'I love you's and JJ smiles up at him in sleepy reverence.