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Azul stared at Idia from the unfamiliar office chair he was sat on. Idia stared at the bundle of black rope as he sat on his bed, hair coiling around himself, illuminating the drops of sweat running down his face. Idia’s dorm room was deathly still, the only sound being the humming of technology in the background. Neither dared to say a word, Idia trembling like a leaf while Azul’s breath caught in his throat. A brief stalemate that he didn’t intend to let last. As discreetly as possible, Azul forced a cough, which snapped Idia out of his stunned silence.
“I- Um- A- You- Eh-,” Idia stammered out, tripping over his own tongue as he oh so often did while he tried and failed to find the words to say. Thankfully, Azul chose to take mercy upon such a poor, unfortunate soul and spoke.
“The terms are as follows: I, Azul Ashengrotto, will allow you to… ‘thighfuck’ me, as you put it, on two conditions,” Azul said as he lifted up the spool of black rope, watching as Idia shivered across from him, “Firstly, as previously agreed upon, you will be tied up the entire time. I will refrain from tying your legs in any way that might impede the… necessary movements, but otherwise you will be restrained. Secondly, you will follow any and all orders given unless you choose to tell me to stop. Am I clear?”
“C-crystal,” Idia responded, yellow eyes darting about before lingering once more on Azul and the rope. His hands were clenched in his hoodie and he was chewing on his bottom lip. The man was obviously nervous, a sentiment Azul was trying desperately not to echo. He was in control here, he was the one holding all the cards. He steadied himself, keeping his breathing even as he watched Idia’s reaction for any signs of weakness.
He knew what Idia wanted, and what he was willing to do to accomplish it. Given Idia’s general penchant towards submission as well as a willingness to be more… ‘adventurous’ in the bedroom, Azul thought it was altogether likely that Idia would enjoy this greatly. The man had waxed poetic about Azul’s thighs in the past, and while he didn’t understand why the other man possessed such an obsession, he was more than willing to take advantage of it for his own purposes.
It was just… stress relief. Nothing big. He didn’t need to panic or worry, Azul reassured himself as he adjusted his glasses, trying to calm the rapid-fire beating of his heart.
“So do we have a deal?” Azul asked, reaching his hand out in a manner not dissimilar from how one would reach out to a sacred kitten. A rather accurate title given how spooked Idia seemed to be, curling in on himself as his brain kicked into overdrive.
The man went silent, eyes clenched shut almost painfully as he breathed deeply. Azul refrained from tugging at his shirt collar as he began to worry if Idia would back out- it wouldn’t be the end of the world, and he’d never want to pressure Idia into any acts he was uncomfortable with in the bedroom, but it sure would be embarrassing. Idia opened his eyes after a moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, his eyes drifting to the rope as he gulped, squeezing his legs together as a flush overtook his face.
“We don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to. We can sit on the idea for a bit, think it over-“ Azul began, only to be cut off.
“Yes. T-the answer is yes.” Idia blurted out, leaning forwards abruptly to grasp Azul’s outstretched hand in his own, a cold sweat coating the man’s palms. Grinning, Azul shook hands with him, feeling Idia’s pulse spike as he did so.
He then took his hand back and he started to wrap the rope around it. It was truly good quality stuff, no fraying what-so-ever. Not that Azul would ever cheap out on this, given the potential risks.
“Alright then- clothes off, and then lay on the bed,” ordered Azul, Idia scrambling to follow, hastily pulling his hoodie off before fumbling with his belt buckle. After a nigh comical sequence of clambering out of his clothes, Idia nervously hopped on the bed. His face was flushed, either from embarrassment, nerves or anticipation, his hair taking on pink hues to match the ones that coloured his body. He was most certainly aroused, and likely had been since Azul had asked him to meet in his dorm room after school to discuss the idea, as was proven by the boner he was sporting, despite his best efforts to hide it (read, closing his thighs and curling inwards on himself).
Azul stood up, rope wrapped around his hands loosely as he made his way over to the bed, heat rushing to his groin as Idia cowered but didn’t move away, instead simply squirming in place. “Good boy~” he said condescendingly, chuckling as he received a shaky breath in response rather than an insult. Oh, he had utterly underestimated how eager his lover was for this.
Idia was lying on his back, propped up in his elbows as he looked up at Azul. He looked so delectable- like prey. But as lovely a sight this was, he needed Idia to relax for this to go on.
“Idia, dear, you’re too tense,” Azul chastised, placing on hand on the man’s shoulder only to feel the stiffness of his body. “I need you to relax for this. If I tie you up while you’re like this, you’ll be extremely uncomfortable the entire time.”
“I’m- I’m trying, you know!” Idia protested, teeth gritted. “It’s not easy to just- relax on command. There’s no keyboard shortcut for stuff like this IRL.”
Azul hmmed in a performative gesture, tapping on finger against his chin as though contemplating a dire problem. “Oh me, oh my! Whatever shall I do about this?”
He gave a sharp grin as he ducked down until his face was level with Idia’s, who blinked owlishly in response. With the grace and speed of a swordfish, Azul pressed his lips to Idia’s own as he began to kiss him. Luckily, Idia wasn’t called a genius for nothing and he quickly caught on, kissing back wholeheartedly. As they kissed, the tension seemed to drain from Idia’s body, just as Azul had predicted. He pushed his tongue forwards, parting Idia’s lips as the kiss deepened, feeling the man go limp under him. Idia’s eyes were glassy, his eyelids fluttering while his muscles relaxed.
“Perfect,” Azul praised, as he pulled back from the kiss, “Just stay like that for me, okay? You can do that, I know you can.”
“Mmh..” Idia nodded back, totally pliant as Azul began to wrap him in rope. Ropework was second nature to him as a resident of the Coral Seas- in fact, Azul could distinctly recall the memory of learning his knots and basic rope safety back in elementary school. Bondage, while not exactly the same thing, did lend itself to a similar skillset. He had, of course, done extensive research prior to proposing this, and Idia… well, Azul had seen his erotica collection, the man was absolutely familiar with it.
He started by lifting Idia to his knees so that the man was kneeling on the bed, circling around him until he was faced with his pale backside. The man began to tense before Azul placed a hand on his shoulder, gently reassuring him into relaxing once more. He began with tying the man’s hands together tightly with a smaller section of the rope, the bindings winding up his arms until the entirely of the man’s arms were tied together behind his back.
“Good? No chafing?” Azul checked in, watching as Idia shifted and tugged against the restraints.
“All clear,” Idia confirmed with a shuddering breath before Azul continued onwards.
Looping around his chest and torso, Azul went to wrap the rope in patterns around Idia’s upper thighs, torso, chest and shoulders. The man was patient as Azul got to work, moving when asked and staying wonderfully still otherwise. With a few tactical kisses, he stayed limp and relaxed the entire time. Before long, Azul was finished, admiring his work. The black rope ran in wonderful patterns across Idia’s body, encircling him without being too restrictive as to prevent all movement. Dressed up in a design the criss-crossed across his chest, just above and below his nipples, while the rope formed a frame around his leaking cock below, Idia was quite the sight. Laying there with his hands and arms tied- oh, it took all of Azul’s self control not to jump him then and there.
“Everything good? The rope isn’t too tight?” Azul inquired, Idia once again testing the bindings. He squirmed and wriggled, but they held firm. The moment he realized he wouldn’t be able to escape them on his own, that they wouldn’t break or fray, he made a squeaking noise not unlike a mouse as his cock stiffened even further, a wave of magenta sparking down his fire.
“Y-yeah, they’re, um, they’re perfect…” Idia mumbled, moving against the cables without any real urgency behind the action. No true resistance, only his usual curiosity.
Azul took a step back to admire his handiwork as Idia twisted around, trying to get a look at the knots holding him, the only part of him capable of moment being his legs. He shifted from side to side, attempting to get comfortable as Azul took in the view. Truly, black was the perfect choice- it had such a beautiful contrast with Idia’s bone white skin and his bright hair, and it perfectly complimented the sleek, electronic look of Idia’s dorm room. The almost netting-like pattern showcased the beauty of Idia’s body with elegance- the slenderness of his form, the way he blushed all the way down his body, his (rather shapely) dick jutting out from between his thin thighs with precum beginning to drip from the tip all the way to the stiffness of his nipples. It was all enhanced and accentuated by the rope bindings. Idia looked almost doll like, pliable and malleable, a prize just for him- all wrapped up and looking good enough to eat.
Azul laughed as he leaned forwards, caressing Idia’s cheek as he peppered kisses on the corner of Idia’s mouth.
“Heyyyy-! Kiss me properly already-!” Idia whined, shuddering as Azul felt along his trussing while he continued to tease him with lighthearted kissing. The man had no real power in the moment, other than the ability to tell Azul to stop completely, and Azul was absolutely going to take advantage of that. So he continued to lick, to taste, to tease, Idia unable to do anything but whine and lean into it in hopes of something more.
“In case you’ve forgotten, dearie, we agreed that I call the shots,” He reminded the man as he pressed kisses to every part of Idia’s face and neck but his mouth, fully intending on tormenting Idia. However, the man refused to give up. A mischievous glint in his yellow eyes burst through the fog of lust that had clouded them as Idia darted forwards, pressing his lips to Azul’s own. His lack of available arms to hold him with meant that Azul could and did escape with ease, but Idia just pressed forward again. Grinning, Azul leaned back, slipping out from Idia’s affection-
And causing Idia to fall forwards, unable to fight against gravity with his hands bound.
He fell onto the mattress with an “Ahhmmh!” sound, a wordless cry of surprise, his mouth a shocked little ‘o’ shape and his eyes blown wide. Azul, of course, did nothing to help him. And why would he? There was no danger, no risk associated with Idia flopping into a soft mattress. But there was the fear and shock bleeding into arousal on Idia’s face as he realized just how helpless he was like this. And that- sweet sea witch, Azul had never been so hard in his life.
Azul could feel the saliva pool in his mouth as Idia looked up with him with those lovely yellow eyes rimmed in blue, no longer in a peaceful haze, but so obviously full of lust anyways. The sight of him, hands behind his back, on his knees, back arched in a truly salacious position as he laid there on the bed- Azul needed to get out of his pants right this fucking second or he’d never be able to wear them again. And of course, he could just throw them off and get to the main event, but no. No, he wanted to see the yearning in Idia’s eyes, the look on his face when he realized all he could do was watch, not even able to touch himself.
Azul laughed as he took his dorm armband off in a single fluid motion before he began undoing the buttons of his jacket. He watched the gears in Idia’s head spin as he realized just what Azul had planned, watched as he went from outraged to frustrated to longingly staring at Azul. By the time Azul had his coat off and tie undone, Idia was whining and biting his lip, doing his utmost to weaponize his piercing yellow eyes- alas, his face didn’t exactly lend itself to cute, and thus did the puppy-dog eyes fail. “Not fair… c’mon, I wanna touch you, please-! You look so pretty and handsome and you’re such a jerk, undressing and not letting me touch…” He complained between pants as Azul hovered just out of reach.
“Awww… are you telling me that you don’t like the show I’m putting on for you? I’m hurt, Idia, I truly am,” Azul teased as he lingered on the second button of his shirt, leaning over his lover condescendingly. Idia had to strain his neck to look at him, craning upwards as Azul cooed at him and patted his head. “You’ll be good for me and watch, yes? After all, I’m doing this for you~”
“…m’kay…” Idia agreed reluctantly, ultimately superfluous as he didn’t really have much choice in the matter, but Azul enjoyed the submission anyways.
Well, it was time to deliver on his promises. Azul stood back up, taking two steps back as he undid the second button of the shirt, turning around before Idia could see the revealed skin. He heard the man whine, which prompted a chuckle from him as he twirled back around. Theatrically, he removed his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders as Idia ogled him before laying a hand over his crotch. He hooked a finger below the waistband, fiddling with it as he soaked in Idia’s reaction. The man was panting and blushing and squirming like a worm on a hook, grinding into the sheets as well as he could. The sight made Azul’s cock twitch through the fabric, which prompted Idia to mewl as he wriggled. Azul leaned back confidently as he slid the zipper down, undoing the button with his other hand, the pants only staying up due to the belt still in place. Smoothly, he then removed the belt, draping it over the back of Idia’s chair as he let his pants fall to his thighs.
“Hot damm! Guess the RNG gods chose to bless me today!” Idia exclaimed, writhing in the sheets while he stared on hungrily. “You look so amazing, Azul. Fuck, please, please, please tell me I’ll get to touch you while you have these on?”
“Not with your hands, you won’t,” Azul replied, gratification welling in his heart (and arousal in his loins) as Idia demonstrated the full effect of Azul’s decision on his willpower. Yes, wearing the lingerie had been the right move indeed.
It was rather simplistic, largely resembling a normal pair of underwear if not for the fact that it was translucent, being made almost entirely of black lace. Still, given how fired up it had made Idia, Azul slotted the move away as something to repeat again. Hmmm, maybe he should add matching stockings? More lingerie was looking like a good investment to make for this relationship.
As Azul contemplated this, he continued to shimmy out of his uniform pants, finally bereft of his clothes apart from the underwear he still had on. He took a moment to bask in Idia’s utter adoration and lust, letting it wash over him and rinse away any remaining insecurities. He didn’t dare linger for too long, not with how irresistible Idia was like this, all tied up and needy- quite frankly, he didn’t think he could wait even a second longer.
It took more self control than Azul would care to admit to saunter over to the bed instead of pouncing on Idia. Grabbing the man by the rope that bound his chest, securely in the middle of his torso, he lifted Idia off the bed until the man was kneeling once more, Idia flushing a deep red as he did so. The manhandling had definitely not helped with his… ‘problem’ below the waist, with Idia’s dick leaking pre-cum like a faucet, jutting ramrod straight from between his thighs. The top of those bony thighs and the area around his crotch were also covered in fluid, no doubt from his rutting against the sheets.
“Oh, you are just too cute!~” Azul crooned as he kissed Idia on the forehead, stroking the side of Idia’s face with one hand as he did so. “So delightfully pathetic~ my precious little treasure, here on the palm of my hand!” He kept peppering the man’s face with affection as one hand inched lower until it was brushing over the tip of Idia’s cock, Idia’s breath hitching as he did so.
Cruelly, he thumbed the tip, just enough pressure to torment him and received a shudder in return. He gleefully began to play with the head of the organ with one hand while the other explored Idia’s bound up body. From the man’s pale shoulder blades, jutting out of his skin, to the entwined top of his thighs, Azul went about caressing and groping every part of him. He categorized and catalogued each and every reaction, from the “Mmh!” of surprise when Azul had grabbed his ass to the “Oh-gods-that’s-cold-!” when he had rested his fingers against the man’s neck to the “Ah-ahh~” of pleasure when he played with his chest. Carefully and methodically, he seeked every weak point possible, noting them in his mind for future use. Throughout it all, Idia was as pliant and still as he could manage, letting Azul move and jostle him to his heart’s content… not that he had much choice in the matter. Still, his eagerness to please was noted and appreciated.
“You’ve been absolutely exceptional for me,” Azul praised as he pushed his glasses up with one hand, “Is there anything else you’d like us to do before we get to the main event?”
Idia took a moment to answer, either because he was unsure or because he had been so overwhelmed by the stimulation Azul was still giving him as he smoothly toyed with his tip. His fire sputtered pink as he batted his eyelashes, catching his breath. “Uh… I, um, it’d be nice if- if we could kiss some more… y-you could keep touching me while we did it-!”
Azul gave him a pat on the head (which the man leaned into) as he agreed. “Oh, of course! We can do as much foreplay as you want, angelfish~”
Idia smiled dumbly in return, leaning forwards to meet Azul halfway as they began making out. The pair got comfortable, Idia mostly in Azul’s lap while he caressed the man’s torso, feeling him wriggle and strain against the ropes as he played with his weak points. Idia was panting and moaning into Azul’s mouth, completely debauched. Azul grinned into the kiss, licking along the inside of Idia’s mouth as traced along his spine, prompting the man to groan and shake. A second hand dipped lower, grabbing his hipbones and grasping the side of his decoratively bound leg.
“Ah-ah-ah-!” The man mewled into the kiss, limp like a ragdoll as Azul had his way with his body. Tears had begun to prick at the corners of his glassy yellow eyes, blown wide as they were. “Azul- I- Mh! I don’t think-!”
“That you’ll last much longer?” Azul finished for him as he pulled back from the kiss, Idia nodding rapidly. “It’s okay, I suppose you just overestimated your stamina, you charming little wretch~”
“So- so you’ll let me-?” Idia stammered out, words barely even coherent at this point. Overeager and overstimulated in all the best ways, he was practically drooling at the thought.
“Oh, you’ll get your prize all right,” Azul said darkly, holding the man up by his bindings to force him into sitting straight up instead of leaning on Azul, “but there’s a catch~”
“Mmh?”
“You’ll have to beg for it~” Azul commanded, smiling cruelly at the piteous princeling before him. All bound up, with no choice but to do as Azul said if he wants his prize at the end. Utterly helpless, completely powerless, so unthreatening that it almost made Azul want to laugh.
And yet-
The man didn’t seem unhappy about it at all. He was right where he wanted to be. And that- that was what made Azul’s cock strain against the lacy undergarments.
“I- please, please, please let me fuck your thighs, please, I-I’ve been good, right?” Idia pleaded, spreading his legs as much as was able and letting Azul get a good eyeful of his adorable and miserable dick as it bobbed up and down, purple at the head as it twitched pathetically. “You’re so g-gorgeous and skilled and p-please-please-please, I w-want to touch you so bad-! You’ll have mercy on me, I-I know I’m a worm- no, less than a-a worm!- to you b-but pleaaaase-!”
“Look at you, using your manners~ such as good boy for me!” Azul said, pinching one of Idia’s cheeks as tears began to run down it. “Very well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you fuck my thighs. Now, what do we say when we’ve been given a gift?”
“T-thank you, thank you, thank you so m-much!” Idia babbled in relief, hips canting forwards excitement, only being held still by the hand on his bindings. “Ah- you’re so benevolent, s-so merciful, so g-gracious~”
Azul smirked as he dragged Idia into place by the cords, watching with no small amount of glee as Idia got visibly harder (a feat Azul hadn’t even known was possible given the state of the man’s nether regions) from the act of being manipulated. He positioned them so that Idia’s cock was between his thighs, his own member trapped between his stomach and his lover’s, their legs intertwined.
“You can start now,” Azul declared as he let go of Idia’s bindings, allowing him some movement.
The man immediately went to work, hips thrusting forwards while his pre-cum lubricated the skin throughly enough for the slide to be smooth. He sobbed into Azul’s shoulder, who held him upright as he fucked his thighs. Quite frankly, the feeling wasn’t doing anything for Azul, but the sight of Idia desperately thrusting between his legs as tears ran down his face, lost in the throes of ecstasy- oh, it was intoxicating! He rolled his own hips against Idia’s pelvis at the thought, gasping at the pleasure the friction brought to his all-too-neglected cock. Still, it wouldn’t do to rush. Instead, he languidly ground his dick against Idia while the man continued his thrusts, taking in the pretty picture his lover made like this.
“Ah, you’re so- Mmh!- so good to me, l-letting me have thissss,” Idia moaned as he sought his release, tears falling onto Azul’s shoulders, “Y-you’re so hot, a-and you look so good and you feel so good and I’m- I’m close, I’m really close-!”
As was Azul, who could feel himself on the edge of the abyss, Idia’s words of praise only pulling him ever closer. Heat, welling up and up and up and before Azul even knew it he was almost there.
Idia shook beneath him, his thrusts uneven and sporadic, a cry in his throat as he came, painting Azul’s thighs and his own in cum. He watched as orgasm overtook him, muscles clenching and then relaxing as he panted. Without warning, Azul was swiftly pulled into his own orgasm by the flexing of Idia’s abdomen against his cock, arousal shooting through him before he collapsed on top of his lover.
“Okay, n-no passing out this time-!” Idia protested, nudging Azul with the side of his face. “Seriously, do not leave me tied up like this! I’m already going to be super sore tomorrow, don’t make it worse!”
“Fine…” Azul grumbled, looking on in dread at all the knots he’d have to untie. Sweet sea witch, there were so many-! And he just felt so tired and boneless and he wanted nothing more than to back in the afterglow with his lover, but nooo-! He just had to go and do his to himself. He knew he’d be exhausted after this, he was always exhausted and cuddly after sex and there was no one he could blame for this but himself. He’d have to get up and individually untangle each knot he had lovingly tied on his boyfriend, which would be quite the workload even if he wasn’t tired. He was going to be so tired by the end of it-!
Still worth it, though.