Page 104 of Psync
Haruka reached for his nightstand and pulled out something fuzzy that clinked faintly as he brought it out. He held his hand up, making sure Eli got a good look at two sets of fur-lined, padded cuffs.
Eli’s heart skipped a beat. When did he get those? “Don’t even think about it.” He hissed.
For a split-second, Haruka paused, and the fire in his eyes banked. He raised an eyebrow at Eli.
Oh my god, fucking yesssssss.Eli shouted in his mind.
Haruka’s mouth twitched, and the hesitation was replaced with smug amusement. Then the flames turned into a bonfire.
Eli fought as Haruka trapped both hands in his and expertly put the cuffs on, then attached each to the bed posts.
Eli pulled at his restraints as hard as he could, but they didn’t budge—he was splayed out and vulnerable. Haruka could do anything he wanted now. White misted over his mind, and he hovered on the edge in the delicious space between busy thoughts and blissful peace.
Haruka took the collar of Eli’s shirt in both hands and tore it down the middle.
Eli tipped over the edge, spiraling into a world where he didn’t have to think or make decisions. Haruka was in charge now. All Eli had to do was be good for him.
Hands unzipped his pants and pulled them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but a pair of thin boxers and the remnants of a torn shirt. A small needy noise escaped him as his cock sprang free from the opening in his boxers.
“You’re already so hard for me,” Haruka said as he took Eli in the palm of his hand. “What a good kitty.”
His grip tightened.
“Ahhhhh . . .” Eli keened, arching his hips up into Haruka’s grasp, desperate for friction.
A large hand wrapped around his hip and pressed him back down.
Haruka took his hands off him completely and sat back on his heels, one knee on either side of Eli’s legs. He wasn’t crushing Eli, but he had him thoroughly pinned.
Haruka looked Eli in the eye and gave him a saturnine smile. There was a tearing sound, and Eli’s boxers became a thing of the past.
His breath came in short little pants as he watched Haruka free one of Eli’s thighs and press a kiss onto it. He traced his tongue up the soft, sensitive skin of Eli’s inner thigh and sank his teeth in right before he reached the apex.
The first bite was light, testing.
The second one was not.
Eli’s world whited out, and he nearly came on the spot.
“Be good, Eli. I haven’t given you permission yet.”
“T-trying . . .” Eli panted.
Haruka kissed the abused spot and moved onto the other thigh to give it the same treatment.
Eli was ready for it now and rode the waves of pleasure and pain until he could barely breathe.
His cock was leaking steadily, and Eli would have given anything if Haruka would just touch it—or let him touch himself.
“Anything?” Haruka had moved until his mouth was poised over Eli’s aching member, his warm breath on it amplifying the already unbearable torture.
“Anything you want, I promise.” Eli begged.
Hot lips descended on him, and it was like the heavens had opened. If this was what dying felt like, he was fully onboard.
“Haaaaaa . . .”
Haruka’s tongue swirled around the head and dipped briefly into Eli’s weeping slit. Then he pulled away.
