Beginning, part 1

A few weeks into the new year, Can was sitting bored in his last class of the week. He fidgeted, but brightened when he felt his phone vibrate against his leg. Maybe it was Tin, his husband-to-be. Can felt a familiar bloom of happiness in his chest. They were going to be married! Tin's day had ended sooner, and he should be on his way home now. 

Can clicked eagerly on the message, and gasped, which he covered up as a cough.

"I'm going to tie you up tonight." - My husband.

Can bit his lip to silence his aroused whine. Tin had asked Can if he could tie him up on New Year's eve, and he had been waiting impatiently since then. It was finally happening.

"Yes, please!" - My Cantaloupe

Can's immediate reply made Tin smile widely. There was never a dull day with his Cantaloupe.

"I bought leather straps." - My husband.

"And more lube." - My husband.

Can's hands shook so bad he could hardly type his reply.

"What the fuck are you doing to me in the middle of class!" - My Cantaloupe

"Making sure you're in the mood, babe." - My husband.

"So badly, I need to go help myself out in the toilet." - My Cantaloupe

"Absolutely not! You will wait until you get home." - My husband.

"Tin!" - My Cantaloupe

"I mean it. If you touch yourself before you get home, you won't get any." - My husband.

"Tin! I'm poking a hole in my pants!" - My Cantaloupe

"Hurry home. I have something hard waiting for you that will take care of that." - My husband.

Can could only send him a string of emojis, angry faces and red hearts, and Tin smiled in anticipation. His baby wanted this as much as he did.

An hour later, Can burst through the door of the apartment they shared. He kicked off his shoes and let the door bang shut behind him.

"In the bedroom," Can heard and he ran there, his cock painfully hard. It hadn't really gone down fully since he received Tin's texts, and his imagination had kicked on overdrive. He ran into the bedroom, and came to a sudden stop at the door.

Tin was standing there, buck naked, his cock so hard it was pointing upward. In his hands, long, supple, black leather straps. Can swallowed and his legs trembled, his breathing fast gasps.

"Take off your clothes," Tin ordered, and Can let out a whine, his hands shaking at their task. He was naked before he knew it, and he groaned with the relief of letting his hard cock out of his pants that had become too tight in an instant.

"Lie down on the bed, face down." Can walked toward their king sized bed, his legs wobbly. When he got near Tin, he tried to kiss him.

"No touching. Face down, now." Tin's voice was a low growl, his eyes glued to Can's leaking cock.

Can whimpered, and did as he was told.

"Hands above your head," Can heard, and obeyed. He felt the bed shift, then Tin's hands on his, pulling them together, then tying them securely together, firmly, but not too tightly, and then looping the soft supple leather around the metal bed frame. Tin tied the restraint in a pull knot, so it would be easy to open quickly if needed.

"Spread your legs."

"Please..." Can whimpered, as he obeyed. Can felt Tin's hands on his legs, pushing them open and bent at the knees, then he tied a strap tied around Can's bent knee, and tied the ends around the bed frame. Tin repeated the action on the other side. When he was done, Can was lying flat on the bed on his stomach, spread eagled, his legs bent at his knees, the straps pulling them apart.

Can couldn't help but strain against the restraints. He couldn't move his arms, or straighten his legs. His breathing was heavy and fast, and he was letting out small whimpers.

He felt Tin's body hover above him, almost touching, the heat from his body warming his back and buttocks. "The safe word is 'peaches'. If you want me to stop, say that, and I will stop, whatever I am doing. Peaches. Understand?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Can couldn't help but ask, his voice hoarse.

"Whatever the fuck I want," Tin growled. "Say yes, you understand."

"Yes, I understand."

"Say yes, you want this."

"Yes, Tin, I want this, so badly." But Can was shaking, and Tin leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"I won't hurt you, baby. But I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

Can mewled and couldn't help but buck against the bed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I didn't tell you to move. From now on you can only do what I tell you to do. Say 'yes'." Tin slapped Can's bare ass, making him jump.

"Yes!" Can squealed.

"Good boy." Can felt the body heat leave, as Tin shifted. Then Tin's warm soft hands were running slowly down his back, cupping his ass, then back up, down his sides, then on the inside of his thighs, up over his ass, and back to his shoulders, and back down again, over and over. His hands somehow both calmed Can, and made him more aroused. Not being able to see what Tin was going to do was driving him crazy. Then his lips and tongue followed, and Can trembled, going out of his mind with the slow, gentle teasing.

Then he felt Tin's hands grab his hips and lift his ass up. The straps had been tied in a narrower position than Can's knees, and he found that he could bring his legs together enough to rise to a half kneeling position, his face still down on the bed. Tin lifted his chest gently and placed a soft pillow under it, making it easier on Can's neck. Then he put a towel under Can.

"I'm going to make you cum again and again, and we don't want to mess up the bed, do we?" Tin's hoarse question made Can mewl. Then he felt a slap on his ass again, and Tin repeated his question.

"Do we, Can?"

"No," Can squealed.

"You look so hot like that, Can," Tin said, his voice a low growl, and Can's cock jumped. Tin looked at Can, his ass in the air, his legs spread, his face pressed down on the bed. 

"Totally helpless. All mine. At my mercy."

Can whimpered. His cock was leaking constantly now. Tin was as hard and aroused as Can was. He had fantasised about this, but seeing Can now, spread out in front of him, tied up and aroused, was making him breath catch. Tin felt something snap inside him, some final resistance he hadn't wanted to let go of. There were some lines Tin hadn't wanted to cross before, limitations he himself had put in place, but those were all forgotten now in his need to make his beloved out of his mind with pleasure.

Can was waiting, shaking with need, and a delicious frisson of fear. Then he felt Tin's hot wet tongue lick his pucker and he howled into the pillow. The sensation itself was mind blowing, but it was the knowledge it was Tin doing that, for the first time ever, that made Can lose his mind.

"Tin!"

Tin growled against Can's ass and lapped him up eagerly, his arms holding tight to Can's hips. Can couldn't help but writhe at the maddeningly intimate sensations, his world narrowing in focus to the few square inches at his core. Tin's tongue flicked back and forth, then around and around, changing from flat wide swipes to narrow flicks with the tip of his tongue, then back again. Tin pulled Can's cheeks further apart so that he could get closer, and pressed his tongue at the opening, forcing it to yield. When Can felt Tin's tongue press inside, the tenuous hold he had on his control broke, and he came so hard he couldn't even scream, his mouth open in silent surrender.

Tin groaned against Can's ass when he felt Can cum, the sweet pucker clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, as Can's cum splattered on the towel underneath him.

"Naughty boy," Tin growled as he pulled his face away. "I didn't give you permission to cum." Can was beyond caring at that point, laying limply on the pillow under his chest, his legs trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. That was until he felt Tin's palm smack his ass. Can squealed. It didn't hurt, it was more of a stinging sensation, and the surprise of it.

"Naughty, naughty boy. You earned yourself a punishment." Tin repeated as he smacked Can's ass again and again, until it started to get rosy. Can had never been spanked before and to his embarrassment he felt himself grow painfully hard. Tin noticed and smiled. His boy was full of surprises. He kept the slapping up, alternating between the cheeks, and the pink blush spreading on Can's cheeks gave him an idea.

"When's your next football practise?"

The change in direction left Can baffled. "What?"

Slap! "Answer the question."

"The day after tomorrow, why?"

"I'm going to mark you as mine."

"No, Tin!" But Can was powerless to stop Tin, as his mouth latched onto the tender inside of Can's thigh and started to suck. He made a moaning noise against Can's skin, and sucked until there was a purple bruise blossoming on his pale skin. He sucked so hard that it edged on the thin line between pain and pleasure, and Can could feel his cock spurt pre-cum.

"Mine," Tin growled.

Can could only moan and beg as Tin marked him wherever he pleased. The insides of his thighs, in several spots, the crease where his butt met his thighs, each plump butt cheek. By the time Tin sucked a hickey on the inside of Can's butt cheek, an inch away from his twitching hole, Can was shaking. He had always resisted Tin's attempts at marking him, because he had football practise and games so often, and he would shower in a shared shower space with his team mates. His inability to stop Tin were making his cock dribble in a continuous, thin stream.

When Tin finished sucking, he pulled away for a moment, and Can was totally unprepared when his tongue invaded his crack again. Tin licked a wet line from his balls to the top of the crack, and when Can mewled, he repeated it. Then he leaned in to lick Can's balls, and sucked one of them in his mouth gently. Can was sobbing from his need to cum, but Tin took his time with the other side, and then licked back and forth, juggling them in his mouth.

"Please... please..." Can begged, his voice broken and Tin took pity on him. He lifted himself up a little, and sucked Can's slick hole into his mouth, his tongue thrusting into the tender hole as deep as it could go. Can forgot how to breathe. Tin pulled away, and bit Can's butt. Can squealed and took a deep breath in.

"Keep breathing," Tin ordered, and bent back to the pucker. He licked and sucked, and tried to decide whether he would make Can cum again like this, or move into other things, but Can's incoherent noises rose to a crescendo before he could make up his mind, and he came again, his hands clutching and releasing helplessly in their ties, his whole body shaking.

"You just keep disobeying me," Tin growled, glowing with the knowledge he was giving Can so much pleasure, but keeping to the role play. 

"That's twice you've come now, without my permission. What do you think should be your punishment this time?" 

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A/N:

This fanfic will feature several short story arcs, all connected and featuring Tin and Can. This first story will have three parts. The second, which will include also Ae and Pete from Love By Chance, will have five parts.

Enjoy!