His hands are tugging Christians belt within seconds and he takes him in his mouth before he can fully lower his trousers. He can't wait any longer, he needs to taste him. Syed's mouth moves quick as he goes deep on him, pushing himself down on him further than he can go. He doesn't suck, he leaves his spittle on his cock as much as he can because needs him beyond wet, he needs him drenched. He drives him down his own throat so deep his gag reflex resists him. But he doesn't let up, doesn't stop. This isn't for pleasure, there will be no foreplay tonight. Somehow he already knows Christian's plan; it mirrors his own. Tonight will be nothing but fucking. No softness, no tenderness, just fucking.
Christian relishes in the feeling of knowing why Syed is soaking his cock. He doesn't want anything other than to fuck him and he knows that that want is reciprocated. Grabbing Syed's hair he pulls him away from him, staring deeply in to his eyes. He's wet enough, he can't wait any longer. Without word from either of them Syed stands up, undoes his own trousers and lets them drop to the floor. But, all to late, he realises they can't be removed. he isn't free, he misjudged himself and now he's stuck. His boots are still on, his ankles are almost locked together by his jeans and he realises that he's now completely at Christian's mercy.
Christian realises a second later than Syed that his own restraints have rendered him helpless and he's suddenly aware of the situation he's in again. Fuck! His anger is there again but this time it's not just with Syed, it's with himself too. He's given in to him again and so easily!
Syed knows that look that's glaringly obvious on his face. He's never seen it on him before but he still knows what it means. His anger is back but it's fuelled by his lust as well. Syed looks down and sighs in hunger as he sees Christian's cock. Fuck he's missed him. He keeps his gaze on it as he lets a dribble of spit drop from his mouth on to it just as he takes him in his hand, running the extra wetness over his entire length. Resisting the urge to kiss him Christian knows neither can wait any longer. He spins Syed around sharply and pushes his shoulders down against the pillar. His hands grab his hips harder than needed as he aggressively pulls his waist back towards him. The dip of his back is low and he knows this will be deep. A sigh escapes him without warning as he finally sees Syed's pert arse again, waiting for him. It had been too long, he'd missed him.
Without warning he slams in to him hard, both men calling out a groan that does their satisfaction no justice. This, right now. This is what they want. Tightening his grip on Syed, almost as a warning to him not to move seems pointless. Syed won't move, he's craved this moment for months. Months it had been since he last felt this man inside of him. Months without this euphoria coursing through him, almost reprimanding him for waiting so long to be here again. Syed calls out as he feels his drive in to him again, but not for him to stop. Never for him to stop:
Fuck yes!
Christian withdraws quickly before slamming back in to him again, harder than before. His worry of going too deep lingers slightly as he prays Syed remembers the safe words the created on their very first night together. He quickly remembers the softness of their first night together, unaware if Syed had any experience. He was slow with him, gentle. Until Syed begged him for more. That's when he knew he was completely under his spell.
He shakes the thought from his head, their previous lovemaking seems an age away. He doesn't want it to be like that tonight, he wants it hard, rough and Syed does nothing to deter him. Tonight will be like no other night they've spent together.
Syed's arse cheeks ripple from his deep thrusts, his hips hitting them with each surge in to him and he spreads them so his view is enhanced. Nothing will ever compare to the sight of watching himself fucking Syed. Nothing.
Syed is in heaven, he can feel every inch of him inside him. He's never been this deep before, never this hard. It should hurt him but all he is an unspeakable pleasure. His pain subsided after that first thrust upwards, Christian went so deep on that initial fuck that Syed instinctively dug his nails in to the concrete of the pillar as an outlet. But now? Now he was lost in the blissful lust of him, he was beyond aroused. He was in need of him.
He needs his cock in his hands. Christian can't resist the urge to double fuck Syed any longer and reaches down over his bent body, grabs him by his hair and pulls him backwards in to him. Instantly he feels the heat from Syed's body warming him; his arse against his groin, his shoulders brought back to his chest, his back arching away from him by Syed's own will, almost begging him to keep it arched so he can keep the deepness of his thrusts as they have been. He looks down and sees Syed's cock. He's hard and he can almost see it throbbing. Skimming his right hand over Syed's hip, around and over his stomach until he finds what he's looking for he wraps himself around him, allowing a smile to appear as Syed sighs in relief. He knows how this feels, he knows the frustration of being this hard, this aroused and not touching yourself. But that's as far as Christian goes. He doesn't fuck him. He's touched him, that's enough for now. He releases him and can feel Syed's body tightening, almost begging him to take him in his hand again. Ignoring his silent wish he runs his hand around Syed's chest and pulls him in to an almost embrace, both realising that his arms are bound under his, almost like he's claiming his territory. I'm all yours Syed thinks, I always will be.
With his eyes still closed, Syed feels his head jolts against Christian's shoulder as he continues to get fucked. His hair still being tugged by Christian's left hand, keeping him firmly where he wants him. But he doesn't seem to realise that it's where Syed wants to be too. Even if he could move, he wouldn't. There's nowhere else he'd dream of being. He can feel Christian's anger at him through his sex, knows that each deep thrust upwards is his way of release. Syed knows it's just sex for him tonight, but for him it's so much more. He longs to kiss him, longs to feel those lips of his against his own. Countless times he's heard Christian reiterate what one kiss from Syed does to him but he has no idea that his have the same effect on Syed. One kiss from Christian is all it ever takes for Syed to fall deeper in love with him. Every day he wakes and can't fathom the possibility that he could love him more than he does. But one kiss proves him wrong. Every. Single. Time.
Syed's gasps against his cheek cause him to slow down, to retreat just a little. He's not going as deep now but he doesn't want to stop. This fuck is beyond anything he's had before. The intimacy of it consumes him whole. He can't stop fucking this man, ever. He needs him, however it has to be it will be. He has to have him. At the risk of angering himself again Christian drives in to him again, deep and fast. Syed knows the advantages of him being up against him like this. His speed can reach the most astonishing pace that Syed silently begs for him to arrive at its peak. And still he feels nothing but pleasure. He can hardly breath but only through the sex this man gives him.
Without warning Syed feels Christian's cock hit his spot, his cock explodes fiercely as his cum hits his chest and Syed lets out an extended groan. His arms are still under Christian's control and he can't grab his cock to help himself along but fuck me! He's never had an orgasm like it. His release is completely at his body's will. No fucking to speed it along. It is slow, long and glorious.
Unaware that part of Syed's relief now sits on his arm, and with his cock still deep inside of him, Christian glides Syed over to the table and pushes him downwards. Grabbing both of Syed's wrists he pulls them together behind his back, holding him in place with just one of his own hands. He and slides him back towards him with ease, still unaware of the cum covering Syed's chest helping his drag back in to him all the more.
The urge to lick his back almost overwhelms him, the perfect toned physic in front of him will never not arouse him, but he resists somehow and drives himself deep in to him again, both letting out an ruttish groan as their pleasure mirrors each other.
He's fucking him hard again, somehow harder than before, but Syed still can't get enough. He can hear Christian grunt with each thrust, feel his entire body try and move from the force and he loves it. And he knows Christian is close, he'd recognise those familiar grunts with each deep push anywhere. Christian knows he's almost there too, he can't push down his orgasm for much longer but he still isn't fully satisfied. He still needs more of him. He needs to be deeper, go harder. Releasing Syed's hands he bends over slightly, steadies himself on the table and pushes up on to his toes. This is as deep as he can go, this is as deep as he's ever been and his whole body shivers from it. His pace quickens and he can feel it rising inside of him, almost feels it travelling up his length before exploding with such long spurts inside him that he can't keep in the outcry that escapes his mouth as his cum leaves him, his final thrusts so hard he moves them both along the table.
Syed calls out just as they climax together. Christian is deep inside him, he can feel his relief fill him just as his own leaves him, unaided for a second time, unsure of where his cum has landed .