"I want you to bind me," Tyr murmured in Harper's ear.
Harper lifted his head from Tyr's shoulder and stared. "You want me to what?"
Tyr looked amused. "To bind me--the bunk frame seems strong enough." From his tone of voice, he might have been discussing oh, just about anything. A clam bake. What to have for breakfast. The recent story arc on Isabel Medici: Santini Drift Investigator.
"You want me to tie you up?!" Harper sat up, one foot on the deck.
Tyr lifted himself up onto one elbow, smirking. "Don't tell me you never thought of it," he said, in a low, suggestive voice. The voice that never failed to make Harper's brain melt. The voice that just now, was putting all sorts of lovely, hot...bad, very bad pictures into Harper's brain.
"Who wouldn't?" Harper said, trying to push the pictures out of his head. Tyr stretched out on the bunk, straining against his bonds. "Big, gorgeous guy, all tied up, and no where to go--" Trying not to react as Harper played all his hot spots like a synthesizer. How every once in a while a little moan would escape, which would make Tyr that more determined not to make a sound. Which would make Harper that more determined to hear another...and trying not to think about it wasn't working. "But you're a alpha, shouldn't it be you, tying me up?"
Tyr blinked lazily, like a cat. "Would you trust me to do that?"
Harper swallowed. "Trust you?" The first thing that popped into Harper's head was Dylan's little aphorism, "I trust Tyr to be Tyr," which maybe definitely didn't work here, because asking to be tied up wasn't on Harper's mental list of "Things Tyr is Likely to Want." The idea of being tied up, by Tyr--wasn't as frightening on first glance as he would have thought. "Maybe. If I could get loose quickly."
Tyr nodded. "Perhaps we could try that another time," The Nietszchean rolled onto his back and stretched out on the bed. Harper moved off the bed entirely, and swallowed. Tyr's arms were above his head, crossed at the wrists, his legs slightly spread. The faint smirk belied the apparently submissive pose. "Bind me," Tyr commanded in a tone that was as far from "submissive" as it was possible to get.
Harper grinned evilly. "Well, let me think about that," he said, climbing back onto the bed, and kneeling between Tyr's spread legs. He ran his hands along Tyr's thighs, bent down to kiss and taste warm skin, avoiding Tyr's erect flesh.
"Harper," Tyr said, his voice thickening. His hips moved slightly.
Harper stopped. "What?" He said innocently. "I'm thinking about it." Tyr growled, and his wrists came apart. "Don't move!" Harper said sharply. "Keep your hands where they are."
Tyr looked surprised, and subsided, his smirk returning. "You've done this before," he said, sounding pleased.
Harper returned the smirk with one of his own. "Yeah, just never with an uber," he said, and snickered at the Nietszchean's growl. Harper inched his way up Tyr's body, enjoying the way Tyr moaned and strained against him as he kissed, licked, and rubbed. "Oh yeah, the Harper is good," Harper growled, and grinned when he got the expected chuckle.
"I should never have suggested this," Tyr retorted. "Your overinflated ego obviously needs to be punctured." Then he gasped and arched upwards as Harper's teeth closed sharply on a nipple. Harper licked the nipple he'd just bitten, and flashed a wicked grin up at Tyr before continuing along his path. He nibbled along Tyr's collar bone, and nuzzled the soft place just under the ear.
Tyr moaned, and his arms trembled as he fought to keep them in position. His hips begain to thrust against Harper's, and it was Harper's turn to moan. It felt so good, a sweet thrill that was like riding a wave, or a hoverboard, the same sense of control, the same feeling of excitement and pleasure shuddering through him. He could feel the wetness of pre-come, his and Tyr's, so he pulled back, not wanting to end this too quickly, and laughed at Tyr's wordless protest.
"Don't move!" Harper said, when he saw Tyr's hands move again, and felt a thrill of satisfaction when Tyr froze, eyes wide and startled. Like he hadn't expected to respond so instantly to Harper's voice. Harper fumbled around for the lube, and found it under the rumpled covers. He uncapped it, slicked two fingers down, and slid them slowly into Tyr, who moaned again, low in his throat, and thrust down, his legs lifting up slightly. Harper crooked his fingers, hitting the sweet spot, and twisting a little. Muscles flexed, and Tyr made a sound that was very nearly a whimper as Harper crooked and twisted again.
"Harper...please..." Tyr's voice was shaking, his eyes wide and dark with lust.
"Please what?" Harper asked breathlessly, an evil, evil grin on his face. "What do you want?"
"Fuck me!" Tyr snarled, frustrated, aching with need. His entire body was shaking with the effort to not move his arms.
Still. No bonds at all holding him down, just his own determination keeping his wrists crossed above his head. Because Harper wanted him to. The thought was so incredible, so hot, that he almost came right then. Quickly Harper took some more lube, slicked his cock, positioned himself, and slammed inside. Tyr arched, meeting Harper's thrust with one of his own, groaning in satisfaction as Harper started to pound into him.
Tyr met him at each stroke, dark eyes intent and focussed totally on him, like Harper was the only person the whole universe, and his arms still crossed at the wrists above his head. "Harper..." Sweet groan from Tyr, like a carress, and Harper was coming, his whole body arching as he let out a whoop, spending himself in shuddering waves.
He pulled out, and lay along side Tyr, his hand sliding down sweat slick flesh, to Tyr's cock. He pressed close to Tyr, kissing him on the mouth as his hand wrapped around Tyr's flesh and began to stroke. Tyr kissed him back, sweetly, as his hips began to move again. A few more strokes, and Tyr was coming with a low cry that wasn't--quite--a shout. His arms lowered slowly, and wrapped themselves around Harper. "Hey, did I tell you you could put 'em down?" Harper teased, even as he snuggled closer, resting his head against Tyr's shoulder.
Tyr was smirking. Harper could feel it. "You can punish me later." A pause. "After I punish you."
"Hey, what'd I ever do to you?"
"I told you to bind me, and you didn't. You obviously
need to be taught a lesson."