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Etho fixed the collar in place with a thoughtful hum and leaned back on the bed.
This situation was more than a little precarious for Bdubs. He didn’t know what the guy had planned, but Bdubs was so eager to agree to Etho admitting he wanted to explore something sexually that he didn’t ask too many questions at the time.
Now, he was feeling a little more skeptical. They had started this whole thing with a significant amount of kissing, getting all worked up on Bdubs’ bed while Etho undressed him and used the.. accessories he had, one by one.
Clothes? Nowhere to be found. Collar and leash? Yep. Hands tied behind his back with his very own headband? Check.
Etho huffed out a small laugh as he hooked the leash onto the collar, watching Bdubs’ face grow distrusting. At least it was a nice collar; simple, black leather. Sturdy, clinging snugly to his skin in a way that made it hard to ignore but wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Next you’re gonna ask me to bark.” Bdubs said, voice dripping with faux-disdain as Etho tested the leash, gently tugging at Bdubs’ neck. Stubbornly, he didn’t move with the motion. One, because it was kind of degrading, and two, Etho never asked for complacency from him when he shakily went over his wishlist for the scene.
“Good boys get treats.” Etho responded simply, and Bdubs felt his face grow warm. His dick twitched at the thoughts that the statement coaxed out of his hindbrain.
“I thought you said this wasn’t pet play.” He grumbled, even if he clearly wasn’t put off by the idea. Bdubs would try anything once, and he’d try it twice - maybe three times for good measure just to make sure - if it was Etho asking for it with his soft, nervous eyes.
“Well.. I don’t think it is?” Etho replied slowly, eyebrows knitting together as he considered the technicalities. “Maybe.. right on the edge, but I didn’t want a dog on a leash. I wanted B-Double-O on a leash.”
Bdubs’ heart thumped, even though the implication here was probably meant to needle at him. “Well- well.” He swallowed, tilting up his chin boldly. “You’ve got one. Now what?”
“Hmm.” Etho’s eyes narrowed slightly, a small smile playing at his mouth. He wrapped a length of the leash over his knuckles, his arm tightened, and then Bdubs was being tugged towards him on the bed.
The guy had a lot of strength despite looking like a strong wind might blow him away without his layers, and Bdubs inhaled sharply as he reacted and tumbled forward, instinctively trying to keep from being hurt. As a result, Bdubs nearly fell into Etho’s lap, having a hard time balancing without the use of his arms.
When he was stable enough, he looked up at his boyfriend in outrage. “Hey!” He fussed, “Be careful with the merchandise!”
“Did it hurt?” Etho asked, the mischief in his eyes stalling for a moment.
Bdubs huffed and looked away, because the answer was no. “It’s not nice,” He grumbled, and Etho’s eyebrows rose.
“Ohh, Bdubs.” He said in an airy voice, reaching forward for the collar with his free hand, “If you think I’m here to be nice..” The finger hooked into the D-ring to give that a short tug, too, putting Bdubs just a few inches away from his face.
His dick was standing at full attention now and he was zeroed in on Etho, who thoughtfully said, “But maybe, if you’re good…”
And listen, while it sounded like a good time - any time with Etho was a good time, especially if they were fucking -it was in his nature to be contrary with Etho. So, his mind begged the question.. what happened if he wasn’t good?
“Well, if you’d get on with it,” Bdubs answered pointedly, “Some of us are getting cold.”
Etho’s smile widened and he shook his head lightly as he let the collar go. Then there was a hand on his dick, and Bdubs let out a small, surprised noise in his throat, arms jerking against his bandana. His partner pumped his hand a few times and started toying with the head of his cock, and Bdubs sighed in relief as he let his forehead fall forward onto Etho’s shoulder.
In the back of his mind, he knew something was off, even if he allowed himself to be distracted. This could not end well for him, this game Etho was playing. But.. right now, his boyfriend was acting like this was any other old hand job, even reaching up to lick his palm so that he could get more slide on the shaft while he turned to start kissing at Bdubs’ neck. And kissing, of course, turned into biting into tender skin around the collar and Etho’s hand worked a little harder, a little faster.
“Good?” Etho asked gently as he tried to breathe through the rise of pleasure, whining as Etho’s teeth ghosted along his pulse.
He let out a low moan as Etho’s palm slid over the head to gather up his precum and use that, too, and Bdubs was getting so hot and finding it hard to sit still. His hands uselessly tugged at their restraint, because he wanted to be touching Etho’s body like he always did, and yet!
It was a cruel, cruel world, but at least Etho was giving him one of the best handjobs ever.
Until his hand tightened around the shaft, just on the very edge of being uncomfortable, and he whined, pressing his forehead into Etho’s shoulder a little harder. “Too much.”
“Aw.” Etho murmured, “You still think this is about you?”
Goosebumps broke out over his skin. This did not bode well.
“I guess I should do this now.” Etho added, and his hand was gone. “At this point, you’ll probably finish if I even looked at you wrong.”
Bdubs blinked, irritation quickly being stoked. Look, he could hold his own in the bedroom just fine! He just- sometimes got a little too lost in it a little too quickly, and things happened on his end a little too fast– but he always made it worth Etho’s while in the end! “-oh, oh, okay, look, it’s not like- h-ah,”
His breath caught as something slid down his length, tight, and then his voice wobbled as he jerked away and said, “Etho- you’re joking.”
Bdubs glanced down at the cock ring and then up at Etho in the beginnings of outrage, and he saw that the man was not joking. Not one bit. Well, not about that, anyways.
He was clearly amused by Bdubs’ reaction, eyes fixed on his face with that same small, evil smile while he watched to see what he’d do next.
“You’re sick.” Bdubs told him seriously, “Sick in the head. You need help.”
Etho heaved a sigh.
“You know, that’s not exactly ‘good boy’ behavior.” He said lightly, and then Bdubs was reminded about being leashed as Etho tightened it, pulling Bdubs forward in a sharp yank to be nose to nose with him. “I guess we have to do this the hard way.”
Then, in a reversal, Etho’s free hand moved to Bdubs’ chest and pushed as the leash lengthened, forcing him to fall backwards onto the bed as his pulse picked up. And then Etho was pulling off his underwear and climbing over him, winding the leash around his hand again as he threw a leg over Bdubs’ head.
Bdubs stared up, a little starstruck as how fast Etho turned the tables and at the view he got, even if his bound arms were uncomfortable beneath him. A heavy, fluffy tail brushed along his chest, tickling at his cock in a way that made him twitch.
“I think you need something to do with your mouth.” Etho told him, shifting his legs to a better position as he held himself inches from Bdubs’ face, “Since you’ve got so much time to complain, and all.”
Bdubs’ breath ghosted along his cunt. There was no part of him that would ever feel inconvenienced or bothered by Etho sitting on his face, regardless of how the man tried to frame it.
“Make me.” Bdubs tried to say it as a dare, but it came out as far more pleading than he wanted it to.
Etho rolled his eyes, tightened the leash to lift his head. “Does everything have to be a fight with you?”
It was unexpectedly sexy, looking up at a half-annoyed Etho holding a black strap as he forced Bdubs to put his mouth exactly where he wanted it.
Now, Bdubs could eat Etho out in his sleep at this point, in any position, and he’d do it gratefully. Not much in this life was better than taking his tongue to Etho’s cunt and coaxing the neediest sounds out of the man, feeling him move and react to his touch in the most delicious ways. It was addicting, getting the Etho to fall apart with just his mouth.
Pale legs settled around Bdubs’ head, the man above him sighing in relief as he brought his tongue to him. His tail was restless, showing just how pent up he actually was after all this teasing, even if he was the one in control. Bdubs moaned as Etho started shifting his hips against his licking, drawing his tongue from his hole to his clit and ghosting along everything on the back.
(His dick throbbed with how turned on he was, but thankfully, he was busy enough to kind-of-mostly-ignore it)
Etho’s breath hitched when Bdubs’ tongue dipped inside him, and he decided to do it again and again before lathing the man’s clit with attention, his grip on the leash tightening further to hold him in place. Heat shot through Bdubs’ core as he was forced ever so closer, his now-aching dick straining against his stomach.
“Don’t tease me.” Etho demanded quietly, his voice breathy, “Get to work.”
Bdubs, on principle, decided to do the opposite. He ghosted his tongue over Etho’s clit, and started suckling on it in a way that had the man gasping above him, but just wasn’t enough.
“Bdubs,” Etho said, half snappish and half raspy, turned on, needy. “I’m warning you.”
The command was terribly hot, as was how badly Etho needed him, but Bdubs was playing with fire and enjoying it, and he continued his back and forth from clit to hole, noncommittal, never going too far even as Etho tried to work his hips down.
“That’s- you know what, okay-” Now there was an ever so slight edge to Etho’s voice, successfully ticked off. Bdubs felt a fresh wave of heat, along with precum dribbling from his tip down onto his stomach. “I have to do everything myself around here, don’t I?”
The leash tightened as far as it could while his free hand went down to Bdubs’ hair and grabbed a fistful, making Bdubs squeak. “Open.”
Bdubs took a second too long to decide if he wanted to agree, so Etho didn’t wait for him. The hand in his hair tilted his head back, and it didn’t matter what Etho found to grind on, because he was a man on a mission.
Etho’s hips worked back and forth intently, using him in a way that was so incredibly sexy. Bdubs’ mouth fell open to give him more sensation, offering his tongue, and Etho let out a raspy moan as Bdubs started to meet the grinding with movements of his own. His boyfriend was panting as his hips moved faster and faster.
“Bdubs,” He said breathily, just to say it, and Bdubs knew he was close to snapping. He moved his tongue to tease into Etho’s hole when he ground down next, and the man snapped his hips forward to continue the motion, then made his grinding circles smaller so that Bdubs could really work his way in. Despite being at odds, now the two worked in sync, Bdubs fucking into him and Etho pulling away by a fraction only to grind back down filthily.
He felt Etho start to clench around him, the other man letting out a heady moan above him as he started to come. Bdubs pulled his tongue out and gave attention to everything he could in sloppy licks as the other man started to get pitchy, hips stuttering and hot wetness dripping out of him and into Bdubs’ mouth.
God, he was so, so turned on.
The grip on the leash loosened when Etho started to get to the bothered side of hot and bothered, twitching his hips away and picking himself back up onto his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He let a big, satisfied sigh out, letting go of the leash so that he could pull his leg over and fall onto the bed with a bounce.
“Good?” Bdubs asked around an embarrassing voice crack, because the cock ring was starting to really, really make its presence known. His hips shifted restlessly. He wasn’t the biggest fan of this sort of denial, and maybe if Etho was impressed with him, he’d take it off?
Etho started laughing breathily, which was not an answer.
After a moment of peace - and Bdubs realizing how bizarrely cooped up he felt with this thing strangling his dick - Etho pushed himself up again. “Okay, sit up, scoot back. Against the headboard.”
With the heady taste of Etho on his tongue, he’d decided being a contrarian was overrated, and the only way to get what he wanted, no, needed, was by trying to be a team player. (And also, his arms were starting to fall asleep in his current position.) So Bdubs squirmed back and did as he was told while Etho reached over to grab lube from the bedside table.
His boyfriend’s eyes twinkled like he knew Bdubs was realizing just how screwed he was, throwing a leg over his hips and hovering there.
“Etho, come on,” He said, looking up at the man with his eyes wide and pathetic enough that maybe he’d take pity, “Slip it off. I’ll fuck you so good, and then- then I’ll eat you out again, you come however many times you want-”
“Oh, I will.” Etho replied, seeming quite pleased with how everything has worked out so far as he poured out lube onto one of his clever hands. And then he took Bdubs’ cock in hand to coat it, and it was so incredibly sensitive, begging for sensation, friction, release- “After that, maybe I’ll think about it. Sound good?”
“Etho,” He whined as Etho lined himself up, watching with rapt attention even as he complained, “come on, you don’t want to be bent over while I play with your clit? I could even- ohmygod,”
Slipping into Etho’s wet heat, Bdubs felt like he couldn’t breathe. If the ring wasn’t there, it would all be over, he knew it- but it was so unbelievably frustrating that that couldn’t be it. His face scrunched up as Etho moved up and down gently, testing to see what he’d do.
“I’m gonna die,” Bdubs said, his voice tight, “Ohh, I can’t do this, I can’t-”
“You can. And- and you’re gonna.” Etho told him, his hand finding the collar, he forgot about the collar-
He was pulled forward, and Etho mumbled, “Be good,” against his lips before he started kissing him.
Bdubs whined as he started to move his hips, having a hard time kissing back properly with the panting he was doing. Embarrassing noises kept sneaking out of him as Etho rocked his dick in and out at a steady pace, taking his sweet time like a jackass.
“Please,” Bdubs’ voice wobbled, “Etho, please, it’s- I need- please-”
Unsurprisingly, Etho looked like he was only getting more turned on, working a little faster as Bdubs really leaned into the begging. But what else was he supposed to do? His hips had started jerking up unsteadily, seeking out friction because friction meant getting to an end, a release, but at the same time it was like he might explode if his dick couldn’t.
“Too much, it’s- oh, ohh,” He tipped his head back, straining against the fabric around his wrists as Etho started really bouncing, a steady rhythm that caused the most obscene sounds. “I can’t, I can’t-”
Etho didn’t break his stride, breathy as he reminded, “You can say-”
Bdubs pressed his head back into the headboard and rocked it from side to side as tears stung his eyes, unwilling to safeword- because it was good, and it would be great, but it was also crazy and overwhelming and overstimulating and he was at the end of his rope and might die.
Complaining and begging was really the only release he was allowed to have, so he’d be using it. (And also, a small part of him knew Etho got off on him acting so pathetic and subby, so if there was ever a time to really lean into it..)
“Good- taking it,” Etho panted out the words, "-now you’re being a good boy, hah, ah-"
Etho’s hand slipped down to start playing with himself, and he clenched at the sudden pleasure - causing Bdubs to let out a strangled noise - before he started rocking his hips even harder. Bdubs let out a warbling cry as his hips jerked, tears stinging his eyes while he grew more and more overwhelmed.
“Pl-ease,” Bdubs begged, voice shaking as he tensed and craned his head back, digging his heels into the bed so that he could helplessly thrust up into the vaguest sense of relief. “Etho, please, please, E-tho-”
“Keep going,” Etho huffed, his face red and hair sticking to his forehead, beautiful in chasing his own release, “Keep saying-”
“Etho, Etho,” He had to sob the word out now as tears slipped out, “Etho, please, I’m sorry, please,”
“Please what,” Etho demanded, his hand hovering over his clit now instead of touching, he was close-
“Please let me come, please, please, let me come, I’m sorry,” Bdubs babbled, crying his way through the words.
Etho slowed down by just a fraction. And Bdubs’ eyes snapped open when he felt the ring moving up and off, Etho sinking all the way down to his balls and then back up again in its place.
Bdubs had never sobbed through an orgasm before, but there was no helping it- it was so intense it hit him like a ravager. Etho wasn't far behind, and when his walls started clenching around Bdubs, drawing it out even longer, he nearly wailed.
By the time the big feelings fell off a cliff, his eyes were still dripping tears and his nose was snotty, breath coming in hitched gasps as he went slack against the headboard. Etho, ever tapped in to how he was feeling, stilled his motions pretty quickly in favor of concern over horniness. He didn’t move an inch as he panted, Bdubs still fully inside him.
His boyfriend reached forward with both hands to take the sides of his face, leaning forward to press their foreheads together while he wiped tears away. One hand slipped around to the back of his head, holding him there securely.
Etho sighed out a hum, Bdubs’ eyes slipping closed as he dropped further and further. A thumb soothed back and forth along his chin as Etho gave him this moment of peace together. No talking, no searching for snappy comebacks, just the two catching their breaths together.
“B,” Etho murmured after a long moment like that, “You want me to stay or get off?”
Bdubs squeezed his eyes closed and frowned, because he didn’t know and didn’t feel like answering. He just wanted to stay close. Etho seemed to get it, reaching both his arms around Bdubs and slumping forward.
“A couple minutes.” He said, chin on Bdubs’ shoulder, “I’ll take care of everything.”
Bdubs tipped his head to the side to rest on Etho’s, his breathing slowly evening out as he slipped into something syrup-y and dreamy. He was barely aware of time passing. Etho gently parted from him at some point, removing the gear and cleaning him up, doing all of the aftercare things he knew Bdubs liked.
“..good?” Bdubs finally had the presence of mind to mumble as the light turned off. Etho crawled into bed next to him and pulled the covers up over the pair. A hand moved to his hair to start scratching at his scalp, and he melted into Etho’s chest.
“You’re the best.” Etho replied quietly, the fondness in his voice unmistakable.
“Mm.”