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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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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.

Unwilling to break contact, Shannon felt blindly for the rope still hanging along Felix's chest. He followed the knots down to the loop around Felix's member. Gently he slid it off, then reached up to remove the loop from around Felix's neck, freeing Felix from the last of his rope bonds. The rest of the knots could be dealt with tomorrow.

Shannon enjoyed exploring the familiar sensation of his lover's skin, now without the contrast of the red fibers. He teased a nipple for a moment, then gently stroked Felix's cock. His own desire was becoming apparent the longer he played with Felix's body.

"I want to be inside you," he said.

Shannon's nearness, the warm familiarity of his touch, roused Felix's desire more quickly than he would have thought possible, his cock heating and swelling again against Shannon's palm. His own touch followed the path of Shannon's hands, feeling his lover touch him in a way that quickened his pulse and heated his blood. "Yes," Felix whispered in a rush. "Oh, yes, please."

Reluctantly, Shannon stepped back. He turned Felix to face the bed and said, "Lie down." While Felix got into position, he scrambled to lose his clothing.

Felix felt his way easily to their bed, silken and wide and real, orienting him in the darkness. He sank to hands and knees and crawled across it, dragging the sheets and blankets open invitingly, until he found the pillows and settled himself down among them. With a sigh, Felix rolled to his back, his hair spread out across the pale linens, his body long and bare, legs spread willingly, cock thickened and warmed with renewed desire.

Shannon's discarded clothing was dropped haphazardly to the floor in his hurry to join Felix on the bed. When he was finally naked he paused, taking a moment to look at the picture before him. His desire turned to hunger at the sight of the beautiful man in his bed, the man who was his. He couldn't imagine anyone making him react the way just a glimpse of Felix could. He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Felix's legs. Taking hold of Felix's wrists, he pinned them to the mattress and attacked Felix's mouth with fervor.

Held down, naked and hot with Shannon on top of him, Felix moaned helplessly, opening his lips to the heat of Shannon's tongue. He rolled his hips, spread his thighs, eager to wrap his legs around Shannon's hips and beg him with his body, as his tongue was in Shannon's complete possession.

Shannon wanted to be inside Felix now, but he didn't want to give up the kiss. He brought Felix's hands up and together so he could hold them in one hand. It wasn't as effective, but the point was made. He reached with his free hand for the night table drawer, but his fingers fell short. He growled into Felix's mouth in frustration, for once cursing their huge bed.

"I'll stay," Felix gasped, between crushing kisses. "I swear. I won't move. Please... please, sir." His panted words faded to a near-whisper, and true to his word, he left his arms very still and his wrists crossed over his head, as if he were still being held.

With another groan, Shannon tore himself away from Felix's mouth and scrambled for the bedside drawer. It felt like an eternity before he had yanked it open, grabbed the lubricant and returned to Felix's kiss. Re-pinning Felix's wrists with one hand, he used the other to flick open the bottle and squeeze lube onto his fingers. It was a messy task, but tonight he wasn't in the mood to care. Sliding slick fingers along Felix's entrance in anticipation of what was to come more than made up for the need to do laundry.

As soon as Shannon's fingers touched him, Felix pressed his thighs apart and tilted up his hips, a soft sound escaping him but quickly muffled. He knew it was wanton, even brazen, begging to be touched, slicked and filled. He couldn't bring himself to care, not when he ached for the feeling of Shannon inside of him.

Shannon's patience was wearing thin, and when Felix reacted like that it vanished completely. He transferred his hand to his cock, covering it well with lubricant before lining it up with Felix's entrance.

"I can't wait any more," he whispered against Felix's lips.

He pressed against Felix, once, twice and then pushed slowly, gently inside.

Felix's fingers and toes curled when he felt Shannon's cock nudging against him, just enough temptation to stoke his desire into raw hunger. He cried out, hot and hard, as Shannon pressed into him at last. His body felt tight and unprepared, but as the heat of Shannon's length filled him little by little, none of that mattered at all. Felix shivered beneath him, pinned to the bed and unable to do anything but moan for more.

The heat and tightness enveloping Shannon made him sigh in pleasure. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation and let Felix relax his body around him before he moved his hips.

"Are you ok?" he asked. This was the first time he'd entered Felix without working him open first.

"Yes," Felix whispered, his thighs trembling as he breathed slowly and let his body relax around the wonderful hot weight of Shannon inside him. Yes, he felt stretched, yes, it burned through him like fire... yes, he wanted more. So much more.

"Shannon... take me."

Shannon did as requested. He held Felix's wrists with both his hands and sealed Felix's mouth with a kiss as he moved. The sensation of tight friction around him made him groan and the air between their lips vibrated with the muffled sound. In a brief moment between kisses he said, "wrap your legs around me."

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