Valentine's Day 1: Tin and Can

Can was sitting in class, bored out of his mind. His phone pinged. He clicked on the photo and his breath caught. He recognised Tin's hands by his watch. He was holding a black leather strap in his hands, pulling it tight. In the background Can could see Tin's crotch and by the look of the bulge, Tin was ready for him. Then another ping, a message this time.

"Meet me in the toilet in 5 min." - My husband.

Can gasped and his whole body clenched with desire.

"Mr Kirakorn? Something wrong?

Can thought quickly and put a hand on his stomach, grimacing. "I think I ate something bad. May I please go to the toilet?"

"Of course. Off you go."

Can ran into the toilet, his hard cock already straining in his pants. Tin knew his schedule, and this toilet was the only one near his class. It had been three weeks since their first bondage session and he couldn't believe Tin had chosen now, here, for the follow up. He burst into the toilet, part angry, part aroused, to find Tin standing there. When Tin saw Can, he let the thick supple leather strap that had been coiled in his hand unfurl, and Can's knees wobbled.

"Here? Really?"

Tin raised his finger to his mouth, and Can's mouth snapped shut. Tin led Can to the stall furthest from the door, and locked it behind him. The cubicle was slightly wider than the others, by virtue of a set of pipes running down the wall which had made it impossible to place the dividing wall there. Still, there wasn't much space, but with what Tin had in mind, they wouldn't need much room, either.

Tin threw the leather strap over an overhead pipe, and let the ends hang there. Can stared at it and let out a small whimper.

"Not a sound, Can. If you make any noise, I'll stop. I mean it."

Can's eyes widened, and his head bobbed comically in agreement.

"Raise your arms, hands together," Tin ordered, his voice soft, but not to be argued with. Can obeyed, and Tin tied them securely with the leather strap, pulling Can's arms high enough that he was stretched straight. Tin unbuckled Can's belt, opened the zipper and crouched to pull off his trousers. He was struck in the face by Can's freed erection and Tin took a playful swipe at it with his tongue. Can shivered and exhaled with a hiss.

Tin hung Can's trousers on the hook on the wall, then removed his own quickly, keeping his eyes on the view in front of him. Can's already leaking cock peeked out from under his shirt, his cute round face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes were huge and wide, and his mouth was open, his breathing uneven. Tin felt himself grow painfully hard. He loved how eager Can was.

Slowly, teasingly, Tin took out a condom from the pocket of his trousers and put it on. Then he took out a small tube of lube and spread it on himself, in caressing motions. Can's eyes were glued to the sight.

"Remember, not a sound. And it's 'peaches' if you want me to stop."

Can nodded quickly, and Tin turned him around so his back was to Tin, and his face was toward the toilet seat, which, typically of men's rooms, had been left up.

"Let's test that, shall we?" And Tin pushed two fingers inside Can's tight, welcoming heat, making Can convulse. Can's mouth opened wide, but he made no sound except a slow exhalation, clearly meant to contain his cries of pleasure. It was the hardest Can had ever been and the hardest he ever had to concentrate, to keep quiet. Tin's fingers knew just where to rub for maximum pleasure, and usually Can would have been groaning loudly by this point. Having to keep quiet was surprisingly making everything feel more intense. Can's eyes bugged from his head from the effort, his arms pulling at the restraints in desperation. Realising he really couldn't do anything but accept anything Tin wanted to do to him made him thrash with pleasure.

"I love how fast you get ready," Tin murmured into Can's ear and nipped at his earlobe. "Good. We don't have much time now, but I promise you'll get back to class satisfied."

Then the fingers disappeared and were instantly replaced by Tin's hard, hot cock, pushing inside him in a hungry, impatient thrust. Can shook like he was electrocuted, his lips pressed tightly together in an effort to keep the sounds in. He was standing on tiptoes, his legs spread as far as he could while still maintaining some contact on the ground.

"So tight... so hot... I'm going to fuck you so hard you see stars," Tin whispered and he was as good as his word. He didn't hold back, knowing Can could take it, and even preferred it a bit rough. Tin's hands were on Can's hips and he pummelled inside him as fast and hard as he could. Can thought he would losing his mind, still shocked they were doing this in the university toilet. He had been in class mere minutes ago! He writhed on his constraints like a fish on a hook, his only anchor Tin's hard cock moving inside him, driving him mad with pleasure. "I can't take this anymore," Can wanted to scream, but couldn't, and the thought brought him right to the edge.

"Cum for me, Can..." was all it took, and Can's whole body arched, his head flung back and his mouth opened in a desperate, silent scream. Tin watched with glowing eyes, and took hold of Can's shooting cock, aiming his cum into the toilet bowl. He desperately wanted to jerk Can off, but held back, letting him ride out his orgasm just on the pleasure of Tin's cock still fucking him hard.

"So good, Can... such a good boy..." Tin whispered, his voice a low hiss, and increased his speed inside him. Can was shaking his head back and forth against Tin's chest, as Tin's cock rubbed against Can's sensitive spot inside him with every thrust, pushing him toward another orgasm with unparalleled speed. Tin was grunting softly with the effort not to come yet, intent on making it last as long as he could. But he was too turned on by Can's wild pleasure, and the way his body shook, to last long.

"Now, Can... now!" Tin groaned in his ear when he could no longer hold it, and Can came apart again, almost fainting with how good it felt, and from the exquisite torture of having to make no sound. His cum shot out in an arc, and Tin pumped his tight, convulsing hole frantically, muffling his groans of pleasure on Can's shoulder, until he had released all his cum inside him.

Breathing hard, Tin pulled out of Can slowly, and wrapped the used condom in a paper, throwing it into the waste basket. Can was shaking and hanging limply from his restrains. Tin felt a twinge of worry and turned him gently around. He lifted Can's head.

"Is it over?" Can asked hoarsely, and his face was half ecstasy, half disappointment. It was supposed to be just a quick fuck to tide them over, but Can's expression made Tin instantly hard again. Growling, he lifted Can enough to get some slack to the leather strap, and pushed Can to the only solid wall in the cubicle, his bare ass smacking against the wall.

"I told you, no sound!" Tin reached for his trousers for the lube, and spread a good glob on his bare cock. "You will be leaking my cum for the rest of the day," Tin promised and Can bucked hard against the air, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His cock was still rock hard, or maybe again, it was hard to say with Can.

"You drive me crazy with lust," Tin gasped, as he lifted Can up by his butt, clasped Can's thighs around himself, and pushed inside him all the way to the root. Can's mouth opened and Tin clamped his mouth on his, swallowing Can's involuntary scream of pleasure. He let go of Can's mouth immediately so he could watch his face. "Not a sound," he reminded.

Tin didn't hold back, but fucked Can with all his power, the speed of his fucking making obscene sounds, Can's bare ass slapping against the wall, his cock squelching inside Can's slick passage. It didn't take long before Can was back on the brink, his mouth opening and closing in a desperate, silent plea. The way Can looked just at that moment made Tin shake with love and desire, and he knew he would lose it very very soon.

Just then the door to the toilets opened, and Can's eyes grew wide. Tin moved to shallower thrusts, continuing to thrust into Can in stealth mode. But at this depth, his cock was in constant contact with Can's hot spot, and Can saw stars alright. Can's head rolled from side to side with his need to cum, his eyes begging, but for what, he couldn't have said. Faster? Stop? Harder? Deeper? Make me cum?

Tin decided on the latter, and pulled out of Can silently, and dropped to his knees and took all of Can's cock into his mouth in one eager swallow, just as the visitor finished with his business and left without washing his hands. Can writhed and Tin grabbed his hips tighter, sucking him hard and fast, until Can convulsed and came into his mouth, his head hung back in a silent scream of ecstasy. Tin growled around his cock and kept sucking, and Can thought he would die.

As soon as Tin had swallowed the last of Can's cum, he was back standing, lifting Can up against the wall with his arms under his knees, and thrust his cock back into Can's clenching ass. Can was bent double, his hands still stretched over his head, utterly helpless. Just how he liked it. 

Tin was very close himself now, and resumed his fast, hard fucking, watching Can's face with anticipation. He opened the bottom buttons of their shirts, and pulled them away from their torsos, and held Can tight against him. He was flat against Can, Can's legs spread open and up, and Can's hard, slick cock was sandwiched between their bare bellies, providing a maddening stimulation. Tin locked his eyes on Can, and saw his orgasm approach.

Can's wild, wide eyes locked on Tin and he mouthed "I love you... husband," and that was it for Tin. He started to cum, but he managed to grab Can's cock and place his thumb just below the head, and he pressed hard, stopping his orgasm. Can was shaking his head, his eyes wide and begging, making desperate sounds deep in his throat. But Tin didn't relent, and finished inside Can, small bursts of light flashing behind his eyes from the intensity.

When he was done, he kneeled in front of Can again, his knees weak from his pleasure, and sucked Can's cock into his mouth again, pushing two fingers inside Can's tight ass, reaching immediately for that pleasure button inside him. Tin's cock spurted involuntarily from the feeling of his fingers deep in Can's spasming, wet hole, and Tin groaned. 

The view in front of Can, this cold, arrogant man, with his eyes half closed with pleasure, kneeling in front of him, his mouth wide open around Can's cock, sucking him eagerly, tipped Can over the edge and he came again. 

Can pulled against the constraints holding him upright, bucking against Tin's hard arm holding his hips steady, his seed spurting deep into Tin's mouth only to be swallowed hungrily. The intensity of it made Can forget where he was, forget Tin's command, and he shrieked, the sound echoing around the toilet. Tin growled with pleasure, and sucked and swallowed every last drop of Can's cum, his heart hot with love and the satisfaction of making Can cum so hard.

When he finally let Can go, Can slumped against the wall, shaking like leaf.

"So good..." Can could only mumble.

Tin's hands weren't quite steady as he stood up and reached up to release Can's arms, and brought them down to his sides, hugging Can close to his chest, his lips capturing Can's in a loving kiss. Despite knowing Can needed to return to class, Tin couldn't stop kissing him, his heart trembling.

"I love you, Cantaloupe," Tin finally said when he pulled his lips away from Can's swollen lips. Can was still breathing hard, but his face split into a beatific smile, and his face glowed from being loved so well. Tin only called Can by his full nickname when they were alone, and then usually in intimate moments like these. 

Tin held Can and helped him clean up, murmuring sweet words in his ear, dropping kisses all over his face. He simply couldn't stop. Can recovered enough to grab the wet wipes Tin had so thoughtfully brought with him and cleaned himself up with shaking hands.

As Can was buttoning his shirt he realised that his shirt was still pristine, if a little damp with sweat in places, and he wrinkled his brow.

"Did you finish me with your mouth to keep me tidy?"

"Of course, you still have to go to class. Besides, I really, really wanted to."

"Hot and considerate, the perfect combination," Can murmured and pulled his pants up, and turned his face so that he could kiss Tin gratefully. Tin took his face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Can wound his arms around Tin and returned the kiss with fervour. When Tin pulled away, Can smiled, a little shy now that it was over. He had been so utterly shameless, and he wondered now if anyone had heard his final scream of pleasure.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love."

Can gasped. He had completely forgotten it, but then he had to laugh. "This is your Valentine's day gift? Sex in a toilet?"

"Consider it payback. You had the idea first, remember? I thought you would like it."

Can growled. "I fucking loved it, and you know it."

"I want to do it again another time. Just five times slower, making it last. And not here," Tin said, looking at the utterly unromantic surroundings they were in.

Can could only nod, too spent to even get hard at the thought.

"I just couldn't wait until tonight. Besides, I have something else planned. I'll come and pick you up after your last class."

They washed up, and just before they were ready to leave the toilet, Tin pulled Can in his arms again. "You're incredible, Can," he said, and kissed him again.

"You did all the work," Can protested, but glowed with a deep satisfaction.

"You inspire me, Cantaloupe. Off to class, now. I'll see you soon."