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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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"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.

Felix barely had to move before Shannon had grabbed his head and mashed their lips together. He kissed Felix deeply - almost desperately - as if he were seeking a salvation that could only be found inside Felix's mouth. In return, he poured all of his overwhelming energy and emotion into Felix. Louder than words his lips and tongue spoke of pride, possession, desire, awe, fascination and above all, love. He said things he'd never be able to find the words for, and by the time their lips parted he was panting. He kept close, pressing his forehead to Felix's as he fought to catch his breath.

Felix wound his arms around Shannon's neck, hardly able to breathe himself. That kiss had stolen something from him... or ignited something within him. He couldn't say which, but he knew he felt strangely changed.

The silence between them seemed to drift into Felix's mind, normally so quick and loud and tumultuous, full of words and thoughts and ideas. But now, it was gloriously quiet, empty. A relief that Felix could find nowhere else but at the mercy of another. And yet, every other part of him felt so full. So complete.

Slowly, awareness of the situation came back to Shannon. "I have to untie you," he whispered, unwilling to truly break the moment.

Felix slipped his fingers through Shannon's hair, still only feeling him, still unable to see. "You needn't," he said softly, tilting up his chin as if he could catch Shannon's words on his own lips. "You can keep me like this all night, if you prefer. I can bear it..."

His voice faltered into a whisper. "... for you."

Shannon's breath left him in a rush. "Felix." The name sounded as if it had been wrenched from deep within his chest. He couldn't resist any longer. He straddled Felix's legs and sat, pulling his lover into another deep, devouring kiss.

Felix whimpered faintly, his mouth soft and surrendering once again, his hands seeking out the shape of Shannon's body by touch alone. He wanted to pull at his clothes, run his hands over Shannon's exquisite bare body, feel the way they fit together when they were naked and alone. He wanted Shannon to take him here and now... but he couldn't pull his lover any closer, or offer himself, or even move, without pulling the ropes more tightly than he dared. Instead, he pled wordlessly against Shannon's mouth, tugging at Shannon's clothing with blind, anxious hands.

Shannon pulled back enough to look at Felix. He loved seeing the rope on his lover and he wanted to keep Felix bound for as long as he could, but he didn't think it was a good idea for Felix to stay like this the entire night - no matter what Felix offered.

"I want..." He wanted them both skin to skin and free to touch. He didn't know another decorative way to tie Felix up (he made a mental note to look up other methods tomorrow), but he wanted some symbol to remain after the rope was gone. How did he explain that? What could he use?

"I want to take you to bed Felix," he said. He leaned forward so he could whisper. "I want to be inside you. I don't want the rope to be in the way, but I want something on you that shows that you are mine."

With Shannon's weight straddling his lap, Felix could not writhe or squirm the way he longed to. Pleasure smoked and smoldered in him where it had burned hot in his blood before. Not quenched, not until Shannon had claimed him completely in the way they both desired most.

Only a moment after Shannon tempted him with promises did Felix realize that his lover was actually asking him a question, and one he could answer without ending his submission. "I am yours," he promised breathlessly. "You might leave the blindfold on. You might gag me, if you wish. You could tie me to the bed, or only bind my wrists."

His hands slid away from Shannon's body, regretfully, to demonstrate how it could be done: wrists crossed one over the other; then together, inner wrists facing; then one hand on top of the other, top to bottom. Felix wanted to beg while he did, but already he felt so far gone, so nearly submerged in sensation and emotion that he feared another drop might drown him in it.

It wasn't until Felix showed Shannon how to tie his hands that Shannon realized what he wanted. He rose from his seat and took Felix's hand in his. "Come," he said.

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