Title: Ties that Bind Fandom: TFLN Pairing: Evan/Andy Warnings: Light bondage, oral sex, rimming, mansex Rating: NC-17 Summary: Their sex is many things.
Their sex is many things, but it's never rushed. There are no quick fumblings in the dark, hoping they don't get caught by Glo or Billie, trying to finish before they're found out. Maybe in the beginning there were a few nights like that, but not any more. It's been five years since that first touch, that first kiss, that first stroke. They've moved into a new home with Glo and their child. They've suffered colic and diapers and nights so long that they didn't have sex for days at a time. They've experimented and played and grown so close that they can't imagine life without the other.
Andy is on his back, his fingers buried in Evan's hair and his body trying to writhe off the mattress, but Evan holds him down. His fingers dig into Andy's hips, tight enough that there will probably be bruises in the morning, but neither of them care as Evan's mouth wraps around Andy's cock, sucking him slowly, surely, until there aren't words spilling from Andy's lips but garbled noises and moans.
Glo and Billie have long since gone to bed, and the sound-proofing of their room guarentees that neither will be woken any time soon. So Evan doesn't hold back, taking Andy in until his nose brushes the curls of coarse hair at the base of his cock and his eyes water at his effort not to gag. He only lasts a few seconds before he has to pull back again, but that's long enough to push Andy over the edge. He stiffens and comes, white streaks decorating Evan's lips and cheeks and chin before a pink tongue darts out to lick it up.
No words are spoke as the fingers in Evan's hair tighten to draw him up Andy's body. He cleans Evan's face, their lips meeting every few seconds in a sweet kiss until the last drop of come is gone from Evan's skin, and their mouths meet again to battle for dominance.
Evan wins, thanks to his position already hovering over Andy and the smaller man's desire to be conquered. Occasionally, he'll put up a playful fight, letting it go back and forth before finally giving it up, but not tonight. Tonight, he wants to feel that control Evan has over him. He wants to be taken care of, in ever sense of the world, and Evan is only too happy to provide.
Andy smirks lazily when Evan's teeth drag over his bottom lip, watching the man as he climbs off the bed and moves over to the dresser, unashamed of his nakedness and arousal. He selects two ties from the top drawer - garish things given to him by coworkers or as pranks. Nothing he'd ever wear out of the house. Nothing he'd even wear inside the house.
Evan returns to him and catches Andy's wrists as he reaches for him. An eyebrow quirks, but no words are said as Evan kisses each wrist and binds them together with one of the ties. The second tie is used to bind them to the headboard, and a little thrill runs through Andy's body as he tests the strength. There's no chance he'll be able to free himself, something that seems to please Evan. He smirks as he watches Andy pretend to struggle, trailing his fingers down his chest, down the length of his cock, down his thighs. His fingers pause over Andy's scars, and he leans down to kiss them softly, reverently, before his attention is drawn away by his ultimate goal.
He pushes Andy's legs farther apart, directing his good leg over his shoulder as he leans down to lick a stripe over his entrance. Andy shivers and goes still, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Evan works over the pucker of skin with his mouth, eating him out, fucking him with his tongue until he's quivering and practically on the verge of orgasm again without hardly a touch to his cock. It's then, just before he's about to go over the edge, that Evan pulls away and puts Andy's leg back down on the bed. One hand curls around his own cock, stroking as he climbs Andy's body to straddle his chest and nudge the head of his cock against swollen lips.
Andy lavishes the head of Evan's cock with attention, tonguing the slit, getting it nice and wet before Evan starts moving. His hips rock slowly and Andy closes his eyes briefly, letting Evan fuck his mouth. The trust between them is hardly ever spoken aloud. There's no need. There's only moments like this, explicit examples of the trust between them. Andy doesn't need to hear Evan promise not to choke him, just as Evan doesn't need to hear Andy promise the same. Evan's thrusts into Andy's mouth are shallow, occasionally stopping just at Andy's gag-reflex, but never constant enough to cause him any discomfort. Andy only makes appreciative noises and peers up at Evan through his lashes, watching him, egging him on.
Before long, it's obvious that Evan is holding back. It's practically etched into the lines of concentration on his face, how hard he's trying to keep from losing control while Andy is at his mercy like this. And eventually, Andy can't take the caution anymore. He turns his head, refusing Evan's cock and squirming pointedly. Evan takes the hint without complaint, grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand as he moves back down to settle between Andy's legs, catching the boy's mouth along the way. They kiss, although devour may be a more accurate word. They fight. They duel. Evan nudges Andy's legs apart once more and slides two lubricated fingers between them to thrust into the younger man's entrance.
It surprises Andy, yes, but there's no hint of pain in the accompanying moan. There's only encouragement and arousaldesirelustwantneed, and Evan prepares him skillfully while his other hand spreads lube over his bare cock.
Five years together and four years since Evan slept with anyone else. Four years since he so much as looked at anyone else. He never expected monogamy. Neither of them did. But there they were. Practically married.
Evan withdrew his fingers once he'd determined Andy to be prepared enough, lining himself up with his entrance. He paused, though, before pressing inside, to lean down and kiss Andy softly. They exchange gentle smiles but no words. No words are needed. Evan presses forward, Andy's eyes close, and they move.
It feels just as good as the first time they fucked, and a thousand times better. Andy is hot and tight around Evan, and Evan's fingers travel the smooth skin of Andy's chest, groping, touching, teasing, until they finally settle around his cock to stroke in time with the thrust of his hips. Andy's head falls back against the pillow and he pants and keens and moans as if Evan is going to fuck the life out of him, and even if their room is soundproof, Evan eventually has to lean down and silence those noises with his mouth, swallowing Andy's moans and kissing him as if it was more important than breathing.
Andy's fingers curl into fists as Evan's hips quicken their pace, skin slapping together. Evan's hand on his cock feels so good it hurts, and he can hardly remember his own name. He's glad they don't have to worry about pissing off the neighbors anymore, because even with Evan's mouth covering his own, he's moaning so loudly that it's practically echoing around the room, and he's not sure he'd be able to make it down the stairs, let alone help explain to the officer that their sex was consensual and he was legal and everything was fine, so they could get the hell out so the sex could continue.
Evan adjusts the angle of his thrusts, and that's all it takes for stars to explode behind Andy's eyelids for the second time that night. He somehow gathers the presence of mind to clench around Evan as he comes and not two thrusts later, Evan pulls out and fists himself until his own come joins Andy's, streaking across his stomach.
The sound of quiet panting takes over the room and Evan slumps onto the bed at Andy's side, reaching up to carefully unknot the ties that bound him. While Andy flexes his fingers and stretches his arms, Evan grabs a tissue from the nightstand and cleans them both up. They curl into each other's arms without a thought, Andy's head tucked beneath Evan's chin, their legs twined together, and Andy breaks the silence.
"I love you."
Three words that, five years ago, used to cause a curl of dread in the pit of Evan's stomach. Now, he only sighs and closes his eyes, pressing a soft kiss into Andy's hair.
"I love you," he returns without hesitation or pause, and together they drift into sleep.