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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'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.

Felix clasped Shannon's hand tightly, and pressed himself up out of the chair. The ropes still binding him shifted, the knot between his legs slid against his perineum and the cleft of his bottom, and he shivered with a spark of unexpected pleasure. Still, he stood with as much grace as he could muster, chin still lifted, and let Shannon lead him from the room.

In their bedroom Shannon had Felix stand next to the bed. Beyond turning on a light, his hands never left Felix's body. He caressed down Felix's back and over his butt as he knelt to undo the rope. The knot had tightened and it took some work to release. Once it was free, Shannon began to unweave the pattern he'd wound. Lines remained on Felix's skin where the rope had pressed against him. He kissed each line as it was revealed and caressed it gently.

"You endured all of this for me," he said. "You were amazing, Felix."

Felix's body felt incredibly light, but strong and tall and graceful. He stood with his shoulders back and kept perfectly still as Shannon unwrapped him; he wanted so much for Shannon to find him beautiful.

"I want you to be pleased," Felix said again, low and gently-spoken. "It is the simplest thing in the world to endure something that pleases you."

Shannon smiled. "We'll have to do this again," he said. "I want you to see how beautiful you looked wrapped in rope." He caressed the faint lattice of lines on Felix's back. "I'm tempted to keep you tied up all the time, but then you'd have to start coordinating your wardrobe with red," he teased.

Again, Felix's shoulders stiffened when Shannon touched his back, but he did not pull away. How could Shannon possibly find anything about that ugliness to be beautiful? Though he desperately wished Shannon would look away, he forced himself to remain still. "If I'm restrained, that severely limits what I can do for you," Felix murmured, slowly turning his head toward the sound of Shannon's voice. His words softened, turning hopeful. "We... haven't finished with tonight yet, have we?"

"Oh no," Shannon reassured him. He slipped the rope through the loop at the back of Felix's neck and let the ends fall to the floor. He wrapped his arms around Felix, hugging him from behind. He sighed as their bodies pressed together. "Not at all," he said.

Were he not committed to submission, to showing Shannon how good it could be for both of him, Felix would have normally pulled away from contact against his back like that. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, or to call on his safeword, when Shannon embraced him so long and so gently. How could he reject anything that made him feel so precious, so perfectly treasured? He rested his hands atop Shannon's, the barest of light touches. The words he couldn't speak clotted hard in his throat, unspeakable through anything but this long, lingering closeness.

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