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Felix

Tonight was the night.

Shannon took a deep breath and turned to do another circuit of the living room. All of the lights in the apartment were off and he avoided the furniture mostly out of habit. He held a wide ribbon of fabric in his hands which he bunched and straightened repeatedly as he paced.

There were moments when he wondered if he really could follow through with this plan. He suddenly felt like he would forget what to do once Felix came home. That's when he'd go to the computer and realize that, yes, he did know what he was doing. Then he'd wonder if Felix would like it. That was the worst doubt of all.

Time ticked by at a snail's pace and Shannon's mind kept up its torrent of worries until he heard the jiggle of a key in the lock. His breath caught in a gasp. Here we go.

He moved to stand by the door where he wouldn't be seen by Felix when his lover entered. The door opened, and before Felix could reach for the light switch he ordered, "Stop."

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Felix slid one foot across the floor, not quite a meter apart, in obedience to Shannon's request. His hands remained still at his sides. He could remain perfectly, beautifully still for hours, if that was what Shannon desired, but just the hint of warm fingertips near his groin stirred his cock gently.

His lips parted as well, an expression of something akin to wonder painting his face in the golden light. Shannon had done so much more than Felix expected, or even dreamed... and he'd done it, at least initially, because Felix wanted it.

The loop between the third and fourth knots went around Felix's stirring cock and balls. He caressed Felix's groin gently, just because he could, before placing the fourth knot against his lover's perineum. He guided the rope between the cheeks of Felix's rear end and up his back. There he slid the ends through the loop at the back of Felix's neck. He made a slight adjustment to make sure everything was where he wanted it and asked, "is that okay? It's supposed to get tighter as I go so I don't want it too tight to begin with."

For a moment, Felix felt terribly confused, and he didn't know why. Part of it he could attribute to the warm surge of arousal as the rope curled and knotted around him like a caress, whispered between his legs, pressed and teased where he wanted to be touched. It wasn't until Shannon's fingers were no longer touching his skin, and he stood alone, blind and bound in rope, that Felix realized what felt so strange: Shannon asked him if he was all right.

Felix had been trained with blows and drugs and sensory deprivation. While he understood that it was normal to check in with a submissive, and he did this himself when he took a dominant role, he wasn't accustomed to being treated with the same consideration. He almost didn't want to answer, if only to savor the taste of Shannon's question.

"It's all right," he said softly, his expression relaxing. "It's... very good, in fact."

Shannon's smile was bright and happy with his success. He was glad Felix couldn't see it. It would have ruined the mood he was trying to create since he couldn't help grinning.

Turning his focus back to his task, he took a deep breath and continued creating the harness. Knotting the rope to itself along Felix's back to create an anchor, he wove the ends through the loops on the front of his lover's body. The lines wrapped Felix over his ribs, then his waist. Shannon took his time drawing the rope over Felix's hips and through the loop around his cock. Then he brought it around the top if his thighs and under his butt where he knotted it once more behind the first perineum knot. He wrapped the leftover ends around the rope on Felix's lower back to get them out of the way and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"Powers," he breathed softly. He couldn't speak any louder for the sight before him had stolen his breath.

Felix stood with his scarred back straight and his head lifted, chin level, because Shannon did not seem to want him to be demure. He could only guess, from the sound of his lover's voice and his softly-breathed words, that he wanted Felix tall and beautiful and proud. That knowledge stirred something deeper than simple lust deep within him, and he longed to reach out for Shannon and feel him close against him.

Without bowing his head, Felix asked into the darkness, "Are you pleased, sir?"

Felix question startled Shannon out of his stare. "Very," he answered. He stepped closer to brush his fingers over the pattern of rope on Felix's chest. "You look amazing, Felix, but we're not done yet."

He was very nearly fully hard now, knowing how Shannon was looking at him, feeling every tiny shift in position along each line of the rope against his skin. Felix gave a little nod to show he understood, and even that quivered the rope down his back, between his legs, and quickened his breath faintly. "I'm yours."

"Yes," Shannon whispered, a note of possession in his voice. He was in awe of the effect of the rope on Felix's body. He had done this. He had created this, but the picture was not yet complete.

Shannon pulled himself away from Felix and fetched the chair he had placed nearby earlier. It was from their dining room set. He had estimated the back of the chair to be the right height for what he wanted and the top of it was flat which was what he needed. He set the chair behind Felix, close to his lover's legs and then came around again to help guide him to sit.

"There is a chair right behind you," he said as he took hold of Felix's arms. "Just lower yourself onto it."

Felix gripped Shannon's forearms as if he were holding on to something precious, pressing every fingertip to Shannon's skin just for the opportunity to touch him. He needed the guidance, sitting back slowly and with care as the smooth ropes shifted against his perineum, through the cleft of his ass. The knots between his thighs required he sit with his legs apart. He knew that placed his cock and sack on display, but Felix was hardly shy about that.

He did not want to let go of Shannon's arms until he had to.

"Don't get comfortable," Shannon warned. "This is where things get complicated." He extricated his arms from Felix's hold and placed one hand on the seat of the chair next to Felix. The other he placed against Felix's side. "You're going to put your arms over the back of the chair and raise your hips. You'll want to push up so the top of the chair is just under your shoulder blades for this." That's how it was in the picture Shannon had seen, and he'd deemed it the best place when he'd tested the chair himself. "I'm holding the chair in place to keep it from tipping as you rise, and I'll guide you as you move. Okay?"

Shannon spoke so calmly and confidently that Felix felt he understood perfectly, could see the pose in his mind's eye as well as Shannon could see it. That warm touch on his side was reassuring, and straining as it might be, Felix wanted to do what he asked, wanted to be beautiful for him.

"Yes, sir," Felix whispered, and felt his way to roll his shoulders over the back of the chair. He slid his hands down the back, and gripped the sides, before tensing his stomach and raising his hips slowly, until his back was at an acute angle to the back of the chair. He had to move carefully, keeping his body straight, as the knots began to pull and tighten just a touch further. Felix gasped at the sensation, his head tilting back in a moment of strange and delicious pleasure.

Shannon kept a firm press on the chair and a solid hand on Felix until he was sure Felix was steady. When he let go, he did so slowly and only stepped back enough to admire.

His breath was stolen from him once more. Felix was perfect.

"Can you stay like that for me?" he asked, his voice an awed whisper.

It was a strain, but it was not truly painful, and he wasn't afraid. Felix belonged to Shannon this night, and he intended to show his lover exactly what that meant. Drawing a long breath and letting it out slowly, Felix took a moment to truly consider the answer before murmuring, "Yes, I think so, sir."

Shannon had originally planned to tie Felix's hands at this point, but he didn't think he had the patience, and he didn't want to push Felix too far when he was showing Shannon such trust. He ran a hand over Felix's chest and down his stomach.

"I don't think I can make it easy on you," he said. "You're too beautiful to only look at."

Felix had to exert firm control so he would not lift up into the touch of Shannon's hands, though he desperately wanted to. Arching his back would tighten the rope around his cock and sack, which he very definitively did not want. Very soon, his breathing had quickened with the strain, but he did not let himself falter. A shiver slid down his body, though he was far from chilled.

"You have me to do as you like," Felix breathed, a tremor in his words. "I only want you to be pleased."

"I am," Shannon said, still caressing Felix's body. He loved the contrast of skin and rope under his fingers. He could touch Felix like this for hours.

He slid one hand down Felix's body to cup his balls gently. "It looks like you are enjoying this too," he said.

Felix's thighs trembled with the effort of holding him up while Shannon touched him there. A small, anxious moan escaped his lips, and his cock swelled in response. "Yes, sir," he sighed. "Especially when you touch me."

Shannon was in awe of Felix's reaction. Seeing this side of his lover stirred something deep and possessive in him. His grip on Felix's balls tightened, not to the point of pain, but enough to make it abundantly clear who had control of Felix's body in this moment, who Felix belonged to.

"We're going to do this again sometime," he said, his voice soft and calm. "I'll tie you to the bed so I can look at you bound like this for hours." He slowly released his hold and dragged his fingers over Felix's aching member. "I will touch you however I please for as long as I'd like. You'll be begging me to stop before I finish."

Felix panted with pleasure, with the delicious ache in his back and shoulders, with the warmth of Shannon's fingers on his skin. Hunger for Shannon's touch hummed through his blood, firming his erection, tiny beads of wetness welling at the tip. He was entirely in Shannon's control, and not because he was bound or hurt or afraid. Because he wanted to be, because he had surrendered himself willingly. It was a new sensation. Exhilarating.

"Yes, sir," he gasped, lifting his hips a little further.

Shannon began to stroke Felix's member, spreading the moisture on the head with his thumb occasionally. He watched Felix as he worked, unwilling to miss any moment as his lover fell apart from his touch.

Felix choked out a shivering groan, a tremor sliding up his spine as he struggled to hold his position while Shannon stroked him. He let his head fall back, long red hair tumbling over the back of the chair, and did not bother to try and quiet the long, strained moans that Shannon's touch coaxed from him.

"Please, sir, I... I don't think I can..." His legs were quivering, and he gripped the back of the chair tightly to keep from dropping.

"Come for me, Felix," Shannon ordered.

Felix did not think he could obey, not so quickly and on command, not with his arms afire and his back straining. But his entire world had become Shannon's touch, the ache in his limbs, the tension in the ropes against his skin. This surrender, so hot and so very sweet, felt so unlike the forced submission Felix had known before. He wanted to please Shannon, not desperately out of fear, but deeply, with his whole heart.

The wash of understanding and desire crashed through him like a tide, and Felix arched again, gasping. His climax took his breath away, pulsing and shuddering in Shannon's hand, painting his stomach in glistening white.

Felix's obedience surprised them both. A rush of power and possessive desire ran through Shannon at the sight. He stared at Felix, glistening with sweat and sex, and shaking from the strain of his position. It was all for Shannon and the force of that knowledge was like nothing he had ever known.

He shifted his stance, and reached for Felix's sides so he could help guide his lover back to the chair. He had to clear his throat before speaking. "Careful now," he said. "Sit."

His calm demeanor was in stark contrast to the sudden urgency he felt to kiss his lover breathless.

Still breathing raggedly, Felix sank back down until his backside touched the chair, under Shannon's guidance. Though his arms still ached, he released the back of his chair and immediately reached to where he thought Shannon was, where he could feel the warmth of his lover's body. Hungry for more, he tried with trembling arms to pull Shannon to him, turning his face up, lips and flushed, parted and ready for him.

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