48 hours

A/N: it's been a while... Let's see what our darling boys have been up to.

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"Why do you like tying me up so much?" Can asked out of the blue. They were at a nice restaurant, waiting for their desserts, and the sudden question dropped like a bomb into the polite, quiet conversations around them.

"We're in public, Can," Tin hissed, looking hastily around, but luckily no one seemed to have heard Can's question. He had been holding Can's hand for much of the meal, but he didn't want word to get out about their kinkier pursuits. Like he had told Can, he didn't want any horny daddies to get ideas about Can.

"Fine fine fine, but why do you like tying me up so much?" Can whispered, and Tin knew he wouldn't relent until he got his answer.

"Because when you're tied up, you're mine. All mine. You can't escape, and no one can take you away from me. I would keep you tied to my bed forever if I could."

"But we don't do it that often?"

"I know it's so intense for you, that it would be too much if we did it more. That's why it's always so difficult to untie you, I know it will be a while until next time" Tin confessed, his fingers stroking Can's palm, resting on the table.

"But you do, very quickly after we're done." Tin's low growl was doing things to Can, and he had to shift in his seat.

"It's only because it would hurt you if you were tied for very long, baby," Tin said, and lifted Can's hand to his mouth for a tender kiss.

Can melted at the kiss and his loving words, and Tin melted at the sight of him, and their eyes locked. Their desserts showed up right then, and Can blinked, and looked from the chocolate treat in front of him at Tin, then back at the dessert, then back at Tin, clearly torn.

Amused and aroused, Tin waited for Can's decision.

"We'll take them to go. And the check, please," Can said firmly to the waiter.

"A very good choice," Tin murmured. They practically ran to the car as soon as they had gotten their desserts, with Tin throwing some bills on the table, and raced home.

When they finally succumbed to sleep that night, Can was pleasantly sore, and he had found the perfect gift for Tin's birthday, a month away.

Time went on and it was finally the weekend after Tin's birthday. He had only gotten a small present from Can on the actual day, with a promise for the real gift later. When Can had sent him a message earlier that he was going home already, Tin's spine had started to tingle. He made himself drive carefully and within speed limits on his way home, and he could only wonder what Can had planned for him. It was usually something very naughty. Tin felt himself grow hard with anticipation.

He got home and kicked off his shoes. "Can?"

"In here!" came the voice from the bedroom and Tin grinned, his breath speeding up.

Tin practically skipped to the bedroom and came to an abrupt halt when he saw what was waiting for him. Can was tied by one leg to the bed frame by a long leather strap, with a leather manacle with a lock and key around his ankle. Placed around him on the bed were all their toys, condoms out of boxes, different lubes, massage oil, and there were candles, unlit, on the bedside table. And Can was stark naked and hard.

"Happy birthday, Tin," Can said, glowing at Tin's expression. He threw Tin a small key, lifting his manacled ankle at Tin as an explanation. 

"You get 48 hours." 

Tin's reaction surpassed all Can's expectations. He let out growly gasp and started to struggle out of his clothes. Buttons popped off as he ripped off his Hugo Boss shirt, making impatient noises, then he started on his trousers, his eyes on Can the whole time.

"Slow down, I'm yours for—"

"48 hours, I heard, I don't want to waste a second," Tin managed to reply, his fingers clumsy with urgency.

"... forever, Tin. I'm yours forever," Can said and smiled, and Tin's heart almost burst out of his chest.

Seeing Tin's desperation to free himself of his clothes, Can popped open a lube and prepared himself. "Incoming," he muttered to himself gleefully, his eyes drawn to Tin's cock, dancing enticingly as Tin hopped on one leg, pulling desperately at his trousers to get them off him.

When Tin was finally naked, he leapt at Can, cock first, and Can managed to just slick him up, before Tin's needy hands grabbed his hips and his cock sank into Can from tip to root.

"Yes! Tin!"

Can had never seen Tin like this. Even at his most aroused moments, Tin was always in control, especially when Can was tied up. All that control was now gone, and Tin thrust into him blindly. Can found it unbearably sexy.

"Yes, yes, Tin, my husband... more... faster... Tin...!

Can's promise, his breathy moans, and his eagerness did what nothing else had succeeded before.

"Can...! Tin realised too late how far he had gone, and he tried to stop himself, but his body clenched and he climaxed inside his beloved, almost sobbing with the intensity of his release. Tin shuddered for a long while, taking huge gaps of air, clasping Can tightly to him.

"Can, I'm sorry, so sorry..." Tin finally said, lifting his head off from Can's neck, where it had flopped in his moment of ecstasy.

Can purred. "So sexy, Tin, seeing you lose your control like this. You'll make it up to me, I'm sure." He lifted his head and kissed Tin hungrily to shut him up, and Tin went almost limp, losing himself in Can's mouth and the feel of his hot canal still squeezing him tightly, reminding him that Can hadn't cum yet.

Tin lifted himself up enough to slip a hand between them, and grabbed Can's cock, hard enough to burst, his lips still on Can's. Tin's expert, loving hand didn't need long to bring Can to the brink of his first orgasm that night. Can wrapped his legs around Tin's hips, pulling him tight to him, and Tin felt Can's body shake with tremors when his climax neared. Tin loved the feeling of Can cumming when he was inside him, and he stroked him eagerly. Can's whine when he came, and the feel of him soaking their joined bellies with his hot cum made Tin smile against the soft lips he was kissing.

"This is the best gift ever," Tin murmured, and kissed Can again. It wasn't the promise of unlimited sex with his beloved Can - well, not only that - but that Can had heard how needy Tin was, and not only still loved him, but was willing to give this weekend to his basest desires. It made Tin fall in love with Can all over again. 

Tin kissed Can once more, then pulled away enough to see Can's face. "Round two," he said, and Can tightened helplessly around Tin's cock with anticipation. He was finding the idea of being tied to the bed for two days, at the tender mercy of his fiancé incredibly sexy. 

"Bring it," Can urged, and Tin reached for the shorter leather straps, set on the bed beside Can, and lifted Can's hands slowly over his head. Can smiled eagerly and held his arms together as Tin tied them together and then to the bed frame. Tin was again fully hard, Can's climax and his eagerness to submit to Tin had worked their magic again.

"You might need a day off on Monday," Tin warned, and Can gasped at the dark promise in his voice.

"I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me," Can said. 

"I love you," Tin sighed and kissed Can again. He lifted himself to sit on his heels, and placed Can's legs over his shoulders, grateful for the length of the leather strap tying Can's leg to the bottom of the bed. He looked between them, where his cock was nestled deep inside Can, and pulled out slowly, until only the crown was inside. Can whined, and Tin sank back in with a groan, his mind going blank with bliss.

To Can's surprise, the weekend wasn't all toys and orgasms, although there were plenty of both. When they had had two more rounds that night, and a cool shower, Tin locked Can to the bed again and disappeared into the kitchen, after kissing Can softly and promising to come back soon. He was as good as his word, and he returned with two big plates of food, making Can perk up immediately. They sat eating, naked, on the bed, with Tin feeding Can.

"My hands aren't tied, Tin, I can eat myself," Can protested.

"I want to, Can. And you said I could do anything," Tin said, and Can gave in. It was actually rather nice being taken care of like that.

Later that night, when it was time for another shower, Tin lead Can to the bathroom, the manacle still around Can's ankle, holding tightly to the leather strap. The leather strap had been attached to the bed frame with a pull knot, so the manacle around Can's ankle was only for show. Or perhaps symbolical. 

They had a long, leisurely bath together, and Can wasn't at all surprised when Tin pulled Can to sit between his legs, and sank his cock deep inside him. Since the water washed away the lube, Tin kept them immobile, his legs hooked over and around Can's, his arms holding him tight, his hand moving slowly on Can's cock, his lips roaming on the tender flesh of Can's neck. Can thought he was floating in bliss, and he relaxed against Tin, letting his pleasure build slowly. When he finally came, Tin watched his cum float to the surface with glowing eyes. Then he turned them around, manoeuvring them until they were standing on their knees, with Can's arms braced against the end of the bathtub, and after a hasty dash of lube, Tin pounded them to a noisy orgasm, made louder by the hard tiles bouncing their voices back to them. After they had showered, Tin dried Can off, and then carried him back to the bed, tying his leg to the bed frame again.

Then it was movie time. They watched a comedy, Can lying limply, nestled against Tin's chest between his legs, the laptop on Can's belly, making it bounce whenever Can laughed. It made them laugh harder, and Tin had to rewind the movie several times so they wouldn't miss anything. Tin had never enjoyed a movie as much as that one, even though afterwards he could remember little of the actual plot, only how Can had felt against him, laughing his ass off about something silly on screen.

They even slept with Can tied to the bed, which was why Can had chosen such a long strap. He curled against Tin's chest, and fell asleep listening to his strong heartbeat. He loved the sound, and couldn't sleep without it anymore. Tin stayed awake a little longer, stroking Can's hair lovingly, marvelling how perfect he was and how happy Can made him. My perfect little miracle, he thought drowsily, and let sleep take him.

Can was less pleased the next morning, when Tin woke him up around 5 am, but his tongue on Can's cock, and then his tender bud, did its usual magic. Can was still sleepy, but rock hard, when Tin pushed slowly inside him again, holding him tightly in the spooning position. When they had both cum, Can into Tin's palm, stroking him gently, Can was surprised when Tin pulled out, and took off the condom he had used. They both enjoyed doing it raw, so Can turned his head questioningly.

"So we can fall asleep without washing," Tin explained, reaching for the wet wipes next to clean his hand. "Sleep, beloved," he murmured, and Can snuggled closer to Tin's chest gratefully and obeyed.

On Saturday, Tin went through their toys almost methodologically, one after one, until Can had to object.

"This is for you, Tin! Stop making me cum so much and focus on you!"

"This is for me! You know how much I love making you cum," Tin claimed, and turned the dial on the butt plug higher, and Can's objections were swept away by his pleasure. Besides, Can had promised Tin anything, and if this was what he wanted most, who was Can to complain? 

"Why hasn't anyone called or messaged us all weekend?" Tin asked sometime on Sunday morning. They were enjoying a massive brunch on the bed, Tin having dashed out to a nearby supermarket for more food, leaving Can tied to the bed. They usually saw their friends for brunches or drinks on weekends, but this time no one had invited them anywhere.

"I told them we were going away for the weekend, as a birthday surprise," Can said. He was lying on his stomach, nibbling on the last strawberries, kicking his heels against his plump ass lazily. 

"Smart," Tin said approvingly, his eyes on how Can's heels bounced off his perfect butt. "As a reward, you can select our next toy."

"I'm so full, Tin!" Can whined, but his eyes went to the selection, flitting from one to the other.

"You get half an hour to rest, then we begin again. Choose wisely," Tin teased him.

By Sunday afternoon, they had used all their toys at least twice, and Can was getting sore. Tin was faring a little better, although his little Tin was getting a little sore, too, as Can was very tight, even with all the lube. Speaking of... Tin glanced at the bedside table and the two empty tubes of lube, then hastily around them on the bed, until he slumped with relief. He grasped the last tube and held it up.

"Last one. Let's make it count," Tin said, and Can said a fervent prayer for his backside. He knew he could stop Tin at any time, but, the truth was... he didn't want to. First, he had promised, and second, Tin made him feel so good every time, sore or not. So Can obeyed Tin's command and got on his hands and knees eagerly. 

Time ticked on mercilessly, and the less time they had left, the more urgent Tin became. But finally, just when they had squeezed the last out of the final tube of lube, Can's phone alarm went off.

"7 pm, your 48 hours are up," Can said, with real regret, but with a little relief. Even though the leather manacle was soft, and the strap tying him to the bed frame long, he still longed to be released. Besides, Can had come so many times he was practically shooting hot air and navel lint.

Tin looked at the key on the bedside table, where he had shoved it hastily soon after Can had thrown it to him. Reluctance etched in every line of his body, Tin reached for the key and unlocked the manacle around Can's ankle.

"Happy birthday, Tin," Can said again and rose.

"Where...?" Tin objected, but Can was already gone. He returned a moment later, holding Tin's bundle of keys. Tin watched with round eyes as Can wound the small key to the manacle into his key chain.

"So you know I'm yours," Can said softly, and Tin's heart clenched. Funny, how his heart seemed to be connected to his groin, he thought, as his cock hardened again. He glanced at the finished lubes, and then had an idea. He dashed past Can to the bathroom, and was back in seconds with their bathroom lube. Tin lifted it up and shook it questioningly, then smiled happily. I should have bought more when I went out for their brunch, he thought fleetingly. 

He came back to the present when he saw Can's face.

"You didn't think it was over just because you're no longer tied up?" Tin asked, and Can squealed when Tin pushed him on his back to the bed.

Early Monday morning, Tin woke up with his cock in Can's mouth. When his arousal woke, he tried to pull Can up, but Can swatted his hands away.

"You had your fun this weekend, now it's my turn." Can squeezed the last lube out of the tube, and straddled Tin, wincing a little when he lowered himself on Tin's cock until it breached his thoroughly used bud. There he paused.

"You're mine, too, Tin, don't forget it. Mine. I will never give you up, never let you go, and I will love you forever." Then Can sank all the way down.

And to Tin, that was the best gift of all.

Despite all odds, Can managed to get to the University on Monday. They had been getting a lot of practise lately, after all, especially after Tin had made a full recovery from his appendicitis a few weeks earlier.

"A good birthday?" Techno smirked, seeing Can hobble to their table at lunch, and sit very gingerly, with Tin hovering almost smugly around him.

"Wherever you went, I doubt you two saw much of it. You didn't post a single photo on your social media accounts," Pond added, with his typical bluntness and uncanny clarity.

Shia, Can thought and looked at Tin. He had completely forgotten about that. 

"So where did you go?" Ae prompted. His Pete's birthday was coming, and Ae was looking for ideas.

"Heaven," Tin said, and squeezed Can's hand under the table. Can remembered what Tin's heaven was, and couldn't help but giggle. Accurate.