[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 - Post 02 | Sometimes, Nathaniel lies to Eric. (Patreon)

NSFW Collection II - Nathaniel tries out a gift he was given to use on Eric

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“What is it?” I asked, holding the small wrapped item by the ribbon encircling it.

“A gift~” Claire chimed, and I narrowed my eyes. 

“What kind of ‘gift’?”

“Something for you and Eric, instructions are in the box~” 

She’d walked away without any further comment and curiosity got the better of me. Inside the box was a small, odd shaped item. Tapered at the tip with ridges down the length, it was smooth and heavy… 

*** 

“Stay…” Eric complained in quiet monotone. He peeled off the layers of my clothing as I put them on. Undoing my pants twice, and pulling my shirt open at least as many times, he dragged me back toward the bed. There was never a day's peace with him. 

“I have work to do,” I lied, entertained by his insistence.

“Please..?” He begged, pulling the shirt off my shoulder and kissing the exposed skin as he spoke.

I rolled my eyes, but tilted my head to let him continue the trail of kisses up the side of my neck as I decided how best to subdue him. “You’re worse than a rash,” I mused.

“I love you more than a rash,” he breathed as I surrendered, allowing him to take my shirt as his prize. 

Truthfully, I had no intention of leaving today, but I enjoyed his fussing, and he didn’t need to know that. 

Eric threw my shirt away, and I turned into him to draw him into a kiss. Tender at first, I tilted his chin up, and smiled against his lips until they parted for me a fraction of a second later. Hands tangled in hair and tongue on mine as I ground against him, I pushed him back. Trapping him in place with his thighs either side of my hips, I took a moment to admire him. 

The sparkle in his deep eyes, the faint flush of heat in his cheeks and the shine on the inside of his lower lip as he waited for another kiss. I obliged, licking the roof of his mouth and biting his lip for the sake of the audacious smile it brought.

“That’s not very dignified for a High Lord Fae,” he teased with plain delight, and I shivered for the sound of it.

“Turn over,” I breathed between kisses as my control slipped, threatening my plan for him.

“You haven’t even.. taken off my top yet..”

I scraped my teeth along his jaw and nibbled his ear, “I will, now, do as I say.”

“Bossy,” he complained, but did as I asked, pressing himself back against me in the process. 

I held him there, certain he could feel me through the thin fabrics separating us, and he sighed, “Don’t make me wait long?”

“I’ll do what I like,” I whispered in his ear, and he shuddered, anticipating. 

“As long as I’m what you like.”

Eric was too eager, as always. Without another word I pushed his top up, and when it reached his wrists I twisted the fabric, effectively cuffing him. 

“What are you doing?” He murmured confused as I hooked the makeshift restraints over the notch in the centre of the headboard.

“Whatever I want,” I taunted as he twisted to try and free himself, “There’s no point struggling."

I kissed the small of his back, and pressed my fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes, tracing his tongue between them before I used them on him. The soft exhale he gives when I first touch him is my favourite, but I also enjoy it when he presses back for more. 

Letting him flex with the touch, I reached off the small tub we kept in the top drawer of each nightstand, the slippery clear liquid was almost empty. We would have to get more. I used it as I pressed another finger into him, and he arched. The motion put pressure on the fabric holding him in place, but it withstood. Perfect.

Eric scowled when I moved away, “I swear if you leave me here like this, you won’t have a bed to come back to.” 

“Leave you all alone after getting you so worked up? That sounds like an awfully cruel thing to accuse me of.”

As I spoke, I pulled the item out of the packet with the instructions, pausing to read them.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that?” Eric asked with a bemused snort. 

“It was a gift.”

“And you want to use it?”

“Yes,” I didn’t elaborate and he didn’t object. I pressed it into him, and he squirmed, giving a soft whimper.

“You could have just had me yourself…” 

“We’ve got time,” I assured, taking the instructions and the controller with me as I stepped away to sit on the couch facing the bed. Not a bad view to see him tied on his knees like that. 

Crossing my foot over my knee, I straightened out the paper instructions and held down the ‘on’ button. The device began to vibrate with a low buzz, and Eric whimpered, “Nathaniel..” he breathed.

“Yes?”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

I smiled, “Of course.”

The paper suggested it had three levels of vibration and seven patterns. I clicked to the next one. 

Eric squirmed, giving a small huff, “Liar…” he deduced. 

I wondered what the difference was. Clicking to the next setting, the sound changed and my lover groaned. Did he like that better? “Nathaniel-” he sighed my name but I ignored him. His cheeks were turning flush, but it wasn’t until the pulse setting that his hips buckled and he began to roll them forward. 

Intrigued, as any good observationalist would be, I adjusted the speed. 

His breath shallowed and his cheeks heated. “Please-” he begged. The muscles up his back spasmed and he arched against the restraints.

My pants tightened, and I unzipped, touching myself as I watched him shiver. How long should I leave him like that? 

He shuddered and his breaths stunted, he was starting to drip. “Don’t you- dare let-me finish like this-. I want to be filled…”  he begged with a breathless huff, and I couldn’t keep myself from him any longer. 

In a wash of movement I was behind him, removing the vibrating item to have him myself. It lay abandoned as his back arched for me. His hips pressed back into mine and I slammed into him, dragging him back with each thrust. He gave a stifled cry, and whimpered into my mouth when I tilted him to kiss me. 

The bed frame creaked under the added pressure to the restraints, his skin grew dewy with sweat, and his cries breathless. A small, weak exhale escaped him and he decorated the sheets. The shudder of his body sent satisfying tingles into my stomach, disintegrating the last of my self-control. I held him in place as I filled him, and ran a hand back through my hair back as I watched it trickle down his thigh when I pulled away. 

“Can you… Please… untie…” He breathed, pleading.

I snorted softly to myself, and took a moment more to enjoy the sight before freeing him. 

Eric collapsed into the sheets. He looked at me with heated cheeks and closed his eyes when I brushed the sweaty hair from his face to kiss his temple, “You weren’t going anywhere today, were you?”

“No,” I confessed, lingering to monitor his temperature as I wondered if I had pushed him too far and how I was going to strip the bed with him laying on it.

"Good, because I don't want you to go anywhere...” he grumbled, pulling me to him to wrap himself in my arms.

I teetered before giving in and deciding to indulge him. If he wanted to be cuddled more than to be clean, who was I to deny him?

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