Ties that bind, part 2

When they got home, Can wasted no time stripping.

"...What?" Tin asked.

"I need a shower," Can said.

Tin's heart clenched. "Of course. I will make us some dinner while you do that." He kissed Can gently, and was surprised when Can pulled him behind him.

"No, you will come with me and help me wash," Can said firmly, and helped Tin undress.

In the shower, Can stood under the cascading water with his eyes closed, until he was ready. Then he handed Tin the sponge and the shower gel. Tin had never performed a task as carefully as this one. He rubbed every inch of Can clean, kneeling when he needed to, his hands patient, gentle, and thorough. Can stood under the warm spray, the tension sliding off his body with the foam of the shower gel. After Tin had finished with his body, he washed Can's hair, his fingers massaging his scalp in tender circles.

"You missed a spot. Two actually," Can finally murmured.

Tin kissed his closed eyes. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to..."

"I always want you to," Can said, and Tin lathered up his hands. He had washed Can's butt, but not between the cheeks, and he now washed there thoroughly, his fingers knowing exactly what to do. Can sighed with pleasure and spread his legs to give him better entry, and Tin's fingers rubbed there gently, then more insistently, and Can arched his back. Tin let the shower wash away the tears he didn't want Can to see, and felt gratitude flush over him.

"Turn around," Tin murmured, and Can turned to face Tin. Tin poured out more shower gel, and brought both his hands on Can's cock, which, to his delight, was erect. One of his hands was on Can's shaft, his hand lathered in suds, slick and thorough, his other hand washing further below, cleaning the dangling bits gently. Tin's eyes were on Can's face, and he read only arousal there. Tin started to scatter light kisses on his face, and Can pressed against Tin, wrapping his arms around him. Tin's hands left his groin, and stroked his back, then moved lower to cup his perfect ass, and their kisses turned hungry, their tongues searching inside each other's mouths eagerly.

They towelled each other dry quickly, swapping urgent kisses, their hands exploring each other impatiently.

"Tell me what you want, Can," Tin urged, when Can crawled on the bed and flopped on his back, his cock pointing eagerly upward.

"Make love to me, Tin." 

"I thought you were hungry?" Tin asked, still hesitant.

"I just said that so that we could leave. I want you to tie me up, and make me forget that anyone else ever touched me."

"Tie you up? Are you sure?" Tin asked. Can had just been helpless in the hands of another, would now really be a good time to tie him up? But it was Can's decision, and Tin would do anything Can wanted. 

"I never feel safer than when I'm tied up by you. I know you will take care of me," Can said. Being tied up also focused Can's full attention on the intense sensations Tin would give him, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to think about anything else but the pleasure Tin would bring him. It was just what he needed.

Tin turned to hide his wet eyes and pulled the leather straps slowly from their toy drawer. When Can saw them, his cock jumped eagerly. Tin growled a happy laugh, and his heart felt like a heavy load had been lifted from it. "I love how eager you are."

Focusing fully on Can and his evident arousal, Tin tied Can's hands together, and attached them to the metal bed frame behind his head. His lips never left Can's face, and Can sighed, closing his eyes, relaxing. There was just something about being tied up that flipped his switch, and he gave himself willingly into Tin's loving hands.

"Yes, Tin, like that...." Can murmured, testing the straps and finding his hands immobile. Tin then lifted his ass and put a pillow under it, then pushed his left leg up and open, and tied another strap around the bent knee, and attached it to the bed frame and pulled it tight. Can gave a breathless gasp, feeling his leg spread fully open until it was almost flat against the bed. Then Tin repeated it on the other side. 

When he was done, Can was tied, fully spread, his arms fixed above his head, his legs spread wide, the pillow making sure that Tin had full access to his cock and tense bud, leaving his body completely immobile and ready for him. Can whimpered as he tested the bonds. There was always a moment when he felt nervous, and it was now, when he discovered just how helpless he was. But Tin always knew just what to do.

"You're so sexy, Can, so beautiful, and I love you so very much" Tin whispered, running his hands lovingly all over his body. He crouched over Can, and claimed his mouth with his, pushing his hands into his hair, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue bold. 

"Remember, 'peaches'," Tin murmured, when he let Can's lips go.

"Less talking, more fucking," Can growled, his body tight with arousal.

Tin purred. "So eager," he repeated, and sat back on his heels looking Can over. "So spread open, and all mine. I will make you out of your mind with pleasure," he pledged. Can watched him lick his lips, and shivered with anticipation.

Tin's tongue licked the inside of Can's thigh from knee to groin, making Can arch against his tongue. Tin stopped where Can's thigh met his groin, and licked there, insistently, so close to all the good stuff that Can writhed trying to get his tongue to shift where he wanted it. Then Tin changed to the other thigh, and repeated his attentions. He ignored Can's aroused whimpers, and kissed and licked and sucked a path that meandered all over Can's body drunkenly, latching finally onto his nipples, and lavishing attention to them until Can whined with need.

"You taste so good..."

For a moment, Tin contemplated bringing out the bullet vibrator, but decided against it. He only wanted his hands, his mouth and his cock on and in Can today. He turned his eyes to feast on Can's cock, leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. "You have such a delicious cock, I need a taste."

The attention Tin had lavished all over Can's body had left him gasping for more. Tin had avoided all the pleasure hotspots on purpose, except for the twin nubs on his chest, and Can was frantic with frustration, pulling at the leather straps futilely. They gave, but didn't let him move more than a little in any direction, and Can whimpered. Tin had done his work well.

Groaning with his own need, Tin brought his mouth directly to Can's tender bud, and flicked his tongue there teasingly. When Can felt Tin's warm wet tongue lick his exposed hole, he arched against his tongue as much as he was able. Can moaned and gasped as Tin took his time to pleasure him there, his tongue hot and wet and expert in bringing him maximum pleasure. Too soon, Can was shaking on the edge of his first orgasm, and Tin stopped.

"Tin...! Don't stop! That felt so good!"

Tin smiled wickedly and sat back on his heels again, nudged between Can's spread open legs, and licked his thumb. He ran his wet thumb across the leaking tip of Can's cock, and Can made a high mewling sound.

"So wet and eager," Tin murmured. He sucked the middle finger on his other hand and pushed it slowly inside Can's tight hole. Can's whole body clenched, and Tin paused to make sure he didn't cum yet.

"More... please, more..." Can begged. Tin's thumb ran around the head of Can's cock, pausing briefly to rub just the tip, rubbing Can's pre-cum all over the increasingly slick head. The finger in Can's ass dove straight to his pleasure button and rubbed there, gently, teasingly, maddeningly. Can was pleasured in both his favourite spots, but both touches were excruciatingly slight, and he was soon begging and pleading for more.

"Tin...! Please!"

Tin's eyes closed part way, and his smile was full of anticipation. "Lets see what is the least amount of touching I can use to make you cum."

"Tin...!"

Tin's fingers kept their slight teasing, and Can thought he would go out of his mind with arousal. He was used to much more forceful stimulation, and the delicate touch of the two finger tips was exquisite torture. He shook and shuddered, but Tin persisted. Can's whole world was focused on the two fingertips, one swirling around the tip of his cock, the other massaging his prostate. Can's whole body tensed, his muscles clenched, and his voice climbed higher and higher, when he started to near his climax. Tin's own cock was twitching and leaking as he watched Can's legs start to shake, but he ignored his own need, and teased Can into a devastatingly slow orgasm.

"Tin...! More! Aaahhh...! I can't take it!" Can cried, as his orgasm built and built until finally it had nowhere else to go but to explode out of him, and he screamed as he started to cum.

"So good..." Tin moaned as he felt Can's hot cum spray onto his teasing finger, and his hot canal squeeze around the finger in his ass. "Yes, cum for me, baby."

Can was still spasming when Tin leaned down and dribbled more spit on his fingers and pushed two of them inside the clenching hole, and closed his other hand in a tight fist around Can's spurting cock. He gave Can no time to come down from his climax, but started milking the sensitive head of his cock in a tight rolling motion, and pressing hard into his prostate with the fingers of his other hand. 

After the unbearably slight stimulation, the sensations Can was subjected to now were too intense, and he howled, thrashing against his ties, trying to escape Tin's hands. Tin was merciless, and Can mewled and shook under the extreme stimulation, hurled onto the brink of another orgasm faster than ever before.

Tin's hand and fingers knew exactly how to bring Can maximum pleasure, and he put all his skill to use now, forcing Can into a crashing climax. Can came so hard he saw black spots, his mouth open in a silent scream, barely able to draw in gasped breaths. Tin kept up his work, and Can came and came, trashing against his constraints, and being reminded again that he was helpless made another wave of his climax crash through his body. 

When Can finally flopped limply on the bed, gasping for breath, Tin stopped and wiped his hands clean with wet wipes. He crouched over Can, a little concerned to find him staring blindly at the ceiling, barely breathing now.

"Can...?" he murmured, and kissed him gently on his forehead. "Still with me?"

Can blinked and took a deep breath, and Tin sighed with relief. He ran his hand in Can's hair, and down his cheek, and brought his lips on his. The kiss brought Can back from the depths of ecstasy, and he kissed Tin back.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard," Can said, his face awed, when Tin pulled away. "It was... too much..."

"Peaches, baby?" Tin asked.

Can shook his head. "You haven't cum yet. I just need a moment."

Tin smiled. It was seldom that he satisfied Can to exhaustion. "I'll get a towel to clean you up, I'll be right back," he murmured and kissed Can again. He was back in a minute with a warm damp towel and he cleaned Can meticulously, the towel rubbing off Can's cum and Tin's saliva.

Then, without warning, Tin lay down and cupped Can's ass in his hands, bringing his tongue back to Can's still twitching bud. Can squealed, and Tin hummed into his ass, making Can writhe.

"Wait... give me a moment..." Can begged, but Tin's tongue continued to lap him up, loving how sensitive Can was to his slightest touch. Tin closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Can on his hands and tongue, on the here and now. He felt relief and gratitude that nothing worse had happened that day, that Can was still his, and he had to focus to keep back his tears. Luckily he had this treat on the tip of his tongue to concentrate on.

Tin's tongue lathed Can's hole lovingly, lapping just the edges of it, from quick swipes, to slow turns around the rim, to quick licks across the pucker. Can started to buck and beg, his whole world focused on how Tin was making him feel, and Tin pushed his tongue slowly into the tight hole. Bight lights flashed behind Can's eyes, and his whole body clenched upward. Just when Can was about to cum, Tin stopped.

"No...! Tin! Please... I'm close!"

But Tin ignored his pleas, and licked his butt cheeks everywhere, leaving small love bites and hickeys in his wake, until Can came down from the brink. Only then did Tin's tongue resume and it pushed inside Can's bud in slow, languid thrusts. Tin had grabbed their bathroom lube when he got the towel, and he now rubbed some on his cock, and had to pause to press sharply at the base, to bring himself down a notch. He wanted this to last. He closed his eyes and listened to Can's every gasp, every breath, every moan as his tongue brought Can closer and closer to his climax.

When Can was again incoherent with the need to cum, pulling at his restraints weakly, Tin stopped. Then Can felt his slick, hot, hard cock push inside him, and he howled. This was always his favourite moment, especially like this, when he was tied down and powerless to stop the pleasurable invasion in his tight channel. Can shook helplessly when his third orgasm hit, before Tin was even fully in, spraying cum all over his chest and stomach. Can's voice was hoarse, and his whole body clenched, pulling at the ties he was fastened with, and his orgasm went on as Tin started fast, hard thrusts.

"You feel so good, Can... you squeeze me so tightly... you feel like heaven," Tin groaned. Nothing would ever feel as good as being deep inside Can when Can came. Can whimpered and shuddered as Tin made love to him, his thrusts deep and eager, pushing them both toward a climax. Tin was desperate to cum, now, but he held back, his main goal to give Can another orgasm. It was taking Can a while, which told how intense his earlier orgasms had been, and Tin had to use his fingers on his cock to bring himself down from the brink once more.

When Tin felt Can starting to shake, he draped himself over Can, pressing their chest together, and laced his fingers with Can's, held immobile by his wrists. His hips thrust up and in, his cock punching Can's bundle of nerves inside him with every thrust. Tin watched Can's face, the agony and ecstasy, the total surrender, and he shook with the depth of his love for him.

"Mine!" Tin cried, his word a pledge, a challenge, a promise.

"Yes!" Can could only gasp back.

"Your cock..."

"It's yours!"

"Your ass..."

"Yours...!"

"Mine! You're mine!"

"Yes, I'm yours, Tin!"

"My Can... my love... my husband... mine... mine... mine!"

Can could only shake and cry out in response, as Tin claimed him with every hard thrust of his cock, again and again. Can had never felt so loved, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the ecstasy of Tin's cock inside him.

"Can... look at me!" Tin demanded, and Can's eyes snapped back open. Their eyes met and it was electric. Tin knew he wouldn't last much longer, and he brought one of his hands down between them, and started to stroke Can's throbbing cock, fast and hard.

"Aaahhhh....! Tin...! So close...! Please...!"

"Cum with me, Can, cum with me, baby," Tin panted, and Can could do nothing but obey, and Tin saw his orgasm hit him like freight train, and it was all he needed to let go of his own, tightly coiled pleasure.

The intimacy of Tin's face inches from his, his hard gasps billowing on his face, his cock spasming inside him as he came, his hand forcing out every last drop of his cum... Can's tears spilled from how good it felt, and at the sight of his tears, Tin let his own fall. They cried as they rode their orgasms, shaking and shuddering, nestled tightly together.

When Tin collapsed on top of Can, his hands flew to the headrest and untied his hands and legs quickly, glad again he had used the pull knot which was quick to tug open. Can stretched his legs with a whimper, and wound his arms around Tin. They held each other for a long time, both their eyes wet from the tangled emotions.

Can traced the tears on Tin's face with shaking fingers. "Why?"

"I'm yours, too, Can. It's like I'm bound to you by invisible ties, and if I'm too far from you, they stretch painfully, and pull at my heart. I need you with me, you're like the air I breathe. I can't live without you. And today..." Tin was overcome, and held Can tightly as he cried.

"Nothing happened," Can said, still limp from his orgasms, safe and sated in Tin's arms. "Nothing happened, you found me, I'm here, and I will never leave you."

"Promise me, Can!"

"I promise, Tin, my husband, I promise!" Can hugged Tin fiercely, and claimed his lips with his, their kisses hungry... intense... loving... gentle... sloppy... sleepy, until finally Can felt sleep claim him.

Tin held Can until he fell asleep, lying awake himself, planning retribution. He had let Tul get away with it for far too long. No more.