Beginning, part 2

Tin's cock was leaking heavily, and it gave him an idea. He moved to Can's side, and pulled his chest upward so that Can was in a kneeling position, his arms stretched forward by the leather straps tying him to the bed frame. Then he turned Can's head gently, and held it in his hands so that Can could see Tin's dripping cock a few inches from his face.

"Take a good look. See how hard you've made me?"

Can mewled and licked his lips. "Please... let me..."

"What a good boy you are, you read my mind," Tin said, and moved until he could push his cock into Can's mouth. Can moaned against his cock and started sucking eagerly. It felt too good, and Tin had to pull out. Can groaned his objection. 

"Stay still, use your tongue only," Tin ordered, and started thrusting into Can's mouth, taking care not to thrust too hard, or too deep. Can's tongue licked him wherever it could reach, both on entry and when Tin pulled away. Tin paused to look, just his tip in, and he almost came. Can's eyes were closed, his face beatific, his lips clamped tightly around the head of Tins' cock, his tongue lapping at the leaking slit. Tin groaned and held himself still, letting Can do what he did so well, and Can sucked him harder. It didn't take long.

"I'm cumming, Can... Suck me, swallow it all...." Tin moaned, and pushed deeper into Can's mouth. Can sucked him hard, his tongue still lapping up what it could reach of the underside of Tin's cock. With a groan, Tin unleashed his climax into Can's hot, wet mouth, and bucked again and again, until he had spent all his cum, and Can swallowed and swallowed every drop like he was told, moaning deep in his mouth. He almost came himself from the intense arousal.

When he was done, Tin bent down and kissed Can hard. "I love you so much," he couldn't help but gasp, and stopped Can's reply by kissing him again.

He breathed hard, then got back into his role. "Now I can play some more. I'm not yet done with you."

Tin went back between Can's thighs and pulled him toward him, until the straps tying Can's hands to the headrest stretched taut, and Can's face plopped back on the pillow, his ass high in the air.

Tin looked at the view in front of him. The wet, pink pucker, the love bites all over his ass and thighs, and Can's cock, twitching and leaking constantly. All thoughts of punishing Can for his disobedience fled. Tin had to get a taste. Tin flipped himself on his back and pushed his head under Can. He pulled Can's hips toward his face, until he could swallow Can's cock into his mouth. Can thought he would die from pleasure. Tin kept him immobile, and bobbed his head upward, swallowing him at every upward thrust, then letting his cock slip out when he let his head fall. Can's legs shook, and Tin knew he was close.

He let Can's cock pull out of his mouth completely, and Can whimpered.

"Cum for me baby, let me taste you," Tin said and pulled Can all the way down to his face, his cock buried deep into his mouth, and sucked hard and fast until Can screamed and came, his hips shuddering in a desperate attempt to move, his hands thrashing against the constraints. He was beside himself. Being unable to move flipped a switch deep inside him and intensified everything he was experiencing.

"My sweet, juicy Cantaloupe," Tin said when he lifted the still shaking Can off his face and slid out from underneath him.

Can was limp, his face sweaty and pressed against the pillow, his breath fast and uneven.

"What do you say?" Tin prompted him.

"Thank you..." Can managed to gasp.

"I love how you taste," Tin purred. He had gone from refusing to even lick Can's cock in the early days of their relationship, to loving sucking him off every chance he got.

"Now let's see how quickly I can get you hard again," Tin said, and pulled the cork off the lube bottle. He coated his fingers in the slick stuff quickly, then rubbed them against Can's pucker, and felt it shudder in his fingers. Tin moved so he could watch Can's face, or what he could see of it, pressed against the pillow as he was. Without warning, Tin pushed two fingers inside Can's tight hole and reached to find the small bundle of nerves around Can's prostate, and rubbed there without mercy.

Can arched his back and howled from the sudden, intense pleasure, his cock springing to action in seconds.

Tin purred. "I would say that was about five seconds, wouldn't you?"

But Can couldn't talk, his world focused on the feeling of Tin rubbing his happy spot, his ass bucking against Tin's fingers frantically.

Tin moved so that he could whisper in Can's ear. "You're so tight, baby, so hot and wet. Your ass is sucking my fingers in deeper. You're making me hard again."

Can mewled, and Tin knew he was close. He slowed down a little, keeping Can there, just on this side of his climax, for what felt like eternity to the desperate boy. He moved back to kneel between Can's legs, his eyes now on his fingers, thrusting deep into Can's shuddering hole. When Can was mewling and shaking non-stop, Tin knew he was on the cusp and wanted to push him over the edge.

"Beg me, Can."

"Yes... Please fuck me... Tin... fuck me hard.. Please... I can't take it anymore."

Can's legs started to tremble, and Tin pulled his fingers out, and entered Can in one hard, deep thrust, all the way, feeling Can stretch to accommodate him. Can threw his head back and screamed as he started cumming.

"Oh nice... so good... so fucking good..." Tin moaned when he felt Can clench hard around his cock. If he hadn't cum into Can's mouth moments earlier, he would have cum right there and then with his Can. He fucked Can hard, forcing out strand after strand of his cum, and Can screamed again and again, riding high with his orgasm.

Tin reached one hand to the strap that held Can's hands and released him, then pushed Can closer to the head of the bed, until he could re-tie the strap to the top of the metal bed frame. His other hand and legs pushed Can forward, until Can was standing on his knees, still spread wide, his hands tied securely at about chest high. Then he tightened the straps around Can's knees, until Can was again secured tightly. Tin plucked the wet towel from the bed, and draped it in front of Can, on the bed frame. 

When it was all done, Tin moved both his hands back on Can's hips, and grabbed hard, fucking him fast and deep. The cock thrusting inside him gave Can no chance to come down from his climax, and soon he was again close. 

"How does it feel?"

"So good... so good... You're so big.. So hard... so hot... I love your cock... Fuck me-e--e..." Can was incoherent with pleasure, and Tin obeyed, pounding into Can relentlessly, his eyes focused on the erotic feast in front of him.

"Tin! I'm cumming again!" And so he did, all over the towel that Tin had just moved in front of him.

Tin reached for Can's cock with one hand, and started stroking him in time with his thrusts. Can shook like he was possessed, his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Too much... it's too much... too good... Tin... please... I can't..."

Tin paid no attention to Can's gasps, knowing Can could stay hard and cum again if he kept stroking his cock. Can rode out the high of his previous orgasm, and remained there, trembling just on the edge of another one for what felt like forever, shaking and gasping and begging.

"Don't cum yet. Wait for me," Tin groaned, and Can did all he could to obey. It worked for a little while, but soon his legs started to tremble and Tin knew he was close. So was he. His cock plunging deep into Can, the feel of his tight passage still clenching and twitching from his earlier orgasm was too much for him to bear for long.

Tin pumped faster, and brought his other hand to Can's face. He turned Can's head and sucked his lips into his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside the hot cavern eagerly. Can howled into his mouth as he came again, his whole body shaking, and Tin let go with a howl of his own, nearly passing out from the pleasure. Tin let Can's passage milk out his orgasm, and kept up his thrusts and the pumping of his hand, until Can started to sob.

"No more... please... no more..."

Tin and Can had been together for almost two years now, and this was the first time Can begged him to stop. He felt a glowing sense of accomplishment and pride. Tin pushed his cock all the way into Can, feeling himself spurt one final time, and came slowly to a halt. His sweaty face flopped on Can's shoulder, and his hot breath made Can shiver.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Tin," Can said, his voice hoarse.

"Who does your ass belong to?"

"Only you, Tin."

"What do you say?"

"I love you, Tin. I love you so much." Can's face was awash with tears neither knew when they had started falling.

Tin held his face and kissed him again, his hands fumbling with the strap holding his hands to the bed frame and releasing it. Then he bent and released the two straps keeping Can's legs prisoner.

Slowly, Tin pulled out of Can and stretched on the bed, pulling Can into his arms. Tin stroked Can's back slowly, tenderly. His hand went to Can's hair, brushing it aside from his face, and kissed his forehead, then the tears from his eyes, down his cheek until he could kiss Can's lips again.

Neither spoke for a while. It had been so intense, it was hard to put their emotions to words.

"Was that what you expected?" Tin finally asked.

"So much better. It was too much, just perfect. I thought I would die from pleasure, or pass out, or something."

Tin let out a low growling laugh, full of satisfaction and pleasure.

"It was for me, too. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, Tin, you never do. Even when I begged you to, that first night." It had been Cans's first time with a man, or anyone. Can had been desolate after losing an important football match, and had asked Tin to fuck him, to make him hurt so bad he would forget the pain from their loss. Tin had instead promised to make him feel so good that he would forget the match, and he had been as good as his words.

"So... can I tie you up again?"

Can turned his head, the look in his eyes bone deep pleasure. "Anytime, anywhere."

Tin smiled and kissed him. "How about now?"

Can's eyes widened, and he took in a sharp breath.

"Just kidding. I think we both need a little time recover."

Can relaxed. "That was just amazing, Tin, but I don't think I could take it very often. Certainly not right now."

"Mmmm. Absolutely fantastic, but I agree. Tying you up should be spice to our sex life, not the main course."

When he felt Tin's cum leak out of him, Can finally got up to go to the bathroom. "Oh look at that, I can still walk," he said when he came back and plopped face down on the bed next to Tin.

"Are you saying I didn't satisfy you fully?"

"You said you would fuck me so I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow."

"So I did... Sorry, babe, I got distracted."

"You mean when you licked my ass?" Can asked, never shy to use real words with Tin.

"Mmmm. I hadn't planned that, but you looked so delicious all spread open like that."

Can shuddered from the memory. "It was... so intimate."

"I seem to recall you came twice just from that."

"It was both from how it felt and knowing you were doing it. Was it... good... for you?"

"Mmmm. It was. I loved making you cum that hard in a completely new way."

"Do you think I could do it to you someday?" Tin hadn't let Can anywhere near his ass until then, but tit for tat, right?

"You want to?"

"Now that I know how good it feels, I want to make you feel it."

Tin hesitated, then turned deliberately to lie on his stomach.

"Tin...?"

"Are you going to talk all day, or put that sweet tongue of yours to better use?"