Who: Andrew Kirke and Evan Potter. What: More ribbon sex, this time with feelings! Where: Panquake House. When: Tuesday 15th November, afternoon. Warning: NSFW, sex.
“I told you it was too cold,” Andrew teased as he and Evan apparated back from another walk in the New Forest. They were both equipped with some of Mary-Anne’s knitted scarves and plenty of warming charms, but they’d still abandoned their route far earlier than they usually did. Andrew caught the end of Evan’s scarf, half unwinding it from his neck and half using it to draw him in to a kiss. The movement gave him an idea, and he smirked against Evan’s lips. “Lucky for you, I know how to warm you up,” he added, dropping his free hand to slide under Evan’s many layers and hook into the waistband of his jeans. “Bed?”
It took hardly any time at all before they were both significantly less warmly dressed. Andrew straddled Evan’s hips, running his hands down Evan’s bare chest. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, leaning down to follow his fingertips with his tongue. “How do you feel about me tying you up this time?” Andrew had always assumed they would both try it, even though Evan had brought it up as something he wanted to do to Andrew. They hadn’t got around to doing it, mostly because they’d been busy.
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Evan had felt that a walk had been a perfectly fine plan. Perhaps his clue really should’ve been the fact that at the suggestion Jim, unlike Andrew, had turned his nose up and walked off. As it turned out, the cat had chosen well, because it had been too cold. The scarves and warming charms helped, but not enough, so when Andrew and Evan finally returned back at Andrew’s, Evan gave a small sigh of happiness at how warm Andrew’s bedroom was. When Andrew’s hands snuck under Evan’s clothes, with promises of warming him up, Evan pushed into the touch (no matter how cold it was, and really, Andrew’s hands warmed up plenty of quickly once the clothes started coming off).
At the question, Evan could feel his breath catch, just before he sucked his lower lip between his teeth. It wasn’t as if Evan didn’t know that the ribbons could easily work both ways, he mostly just hadn’t thought about it and now that Andrew mentioned it, Evan did. He gave a nod, pushing his hips upwards almost a bit too eagerly. “Yeah,” Evan confirmed, remembering his insistence on having Andrew assure verbally of the agreement. “We should do that,” Evan elaborated, hands reaching up to run over Andrew’s sides.
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Andrew grinned when Evan agreed, rocking his hips down against Evan’s while he kissed Evan again. “Better get these off first,” he said, fingers quickly working the button and zip of Evan’s jeans. He could have waited, the ribbons weren’t going to actually get in the way of stripping Evan from the waist down - but Andrew wasn’t very good at waiting. Once he had Evan naked, he reluctantly stepped away to fetch the ribbons from where he’d stored them after the last time. He unrolled them as he returned to the bed, then resumed his previous position over Evan.
“Give me your hands,” he said softly, holding Evan’s wrists as he was offered them, stomach fluttering with anticipation. He did his best to tie the ribbons without being distracted by all Evan’s body waiting to be touched. “Are they too tight?” he asked, running his fingers over the material. The knots didn’t look as elegant as Evan’s had, but at least they weren’t coming undone.
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Evan let Andrew strip him easily, eyes then following him as he moved to fetch the ribbons. Evan wasn’t sure whether he felt nervous or excited, probably a mix of both, he decided in the end. And then Andrew was back, hands running over Evan’s skin so distractingly that it was easy to forget the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Eagerly, Evan held his hands out for Andrew to tie them, then shaking his head when Andrew asked if the ribbons were too tight. Then, Evan did pull on them, finding it quite thrilling the way his hands stayed attached to the headboard rather than coming loose.
“What are you--” Halfway through the sentence, Evan swallowed, shifting as in to seek out more skin to skin contact with Andrew. “What are you going to do?” Evan asked once the words returned. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted Andrew to tell him, but the idea of not knowing briefly made Evan’s anxiety spike before he reminded himself that Andrew wasn’t going to do anything Evan wouldn’t enjoy.
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Andrew didn’t really have a plan, as such. He was going to do what he usually did, make Evan feel good. That didn’t sound very impressive, though, so Andrew responded by kissing Evan again, running his hands up his arms as Evan tugged at the ribbons. Andrew remembered how much he’d enjoyed it and nipped at Evan’s lip before he shifted lower, where Evan couldn’t reach him.
He peppered kisses across Evan’s stomach, his hands holding Evan’s hips down against the mattress. He wanted to tease Evan, to make him wait until he was as desperate as Andrew had been. So he ignored Evan’s cock and licked his way along Evan’s hip, letting his teeth graze sensitive spots, listening to Evan’s reactions.
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Evan kissed Andrew back eagerly and then gave a small whine as Andrew pulled away, but that was quickly replaced with a groan as Andrew’s lips travelled downwards across Evan’s skin. Almost automatically, Evan reached out to run his fingers through Andrew’s hair only to be stopped by the ribbons before he could. It felt... odd. Part of Evan found it so easy to concentrate on Andrew’s touches, to shift in a way he hoped would give him the most access to Andrew. The other part, the part that Evan kept pushing away, just wanted to touch Andrew, to return all the kisses and make sure Andrew was enjoying himself. Not touching Andrew, though, that was the whole point of this, so Evan tried really hard to remind himself that and just enjoy himself.
The teasing, because that’s what it was, neither helped nor made it worse, Evan decided. It did feel nice, for as long as Evan closed his eyes and concentrated on that, rather than attempted to move his hands so he could reach out to touch Andrew. Bucking his hips upwards, Evan gave another groan. “Andrew,” he breathed, half pleadingly, figuring that maybe he could beg his way into touches.
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When he’d been the one tied up, Andrew had been able to relax and let Evan take control. Now, he was in charge, and there was a lot more pressure. Andrew wanted it to be good - better than good. And usually he had no doubt that he could make Evan feel amazing, but now it felt like his usual techniques were just that - usual, not special enough. He wanted more than that for Evan.
The way Evan breathed his name, though, called him back out of his own head and he looked up at Evan through his lashes, smirking. He could do this after all, give Evan what he wanted. “Yes?” he asked, ducking his head back to nuzzle at Evan’s hip. He didn’t wait for an answer before he drew his tongue up the full length of Evan’s cock, slowly sliding his mouth around Evan. He was good at this, whether Evan was tied up or not, he knew what Evan liked.
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The smirk that Andrew sent his way made Evan grin back automatically but that was quickly replaced by his lips parting to give a gasp as Andrew’s mouth moved across Evan’s cock. It felt as great as ever, and Evan’s body shifted again, to adjust to the angle better. He reached out to touch Andrew’s neck, slide his fingers down Andrew’s shoulders in encouragement, but was once again stopped by the ribbons, body almost jerking back at the attempt. It was hot. The way Andrew moved and touched. It was definitely hot. And if Evan repeated it enough in his head he could almost pretend he didn’t want to reach out and touch so badly.
“Come on,” Evan urged, unsure of what it was he wanted Andrew to do. Let Evan touch him. He really wanted that, he thought. But the point was that he should be enjoying not touching Andrew. Evan just wasn’t sure how. It didn’t seem like the right kind of time to ask either, not when Andrew’s mouth was otherwise occupied.
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Andrew wasn’t any clearer on what Evan was asking him to do that Evan was, so he just sank down further, taking as much of Evan into his mouth as he could, sucking slowly. He propped himself up on one arm, using the other to continue stroking his fingers across Evan’s stomach. It was odd not to feel Evan touch him, but at least his hips were still flexing under Andrew’s weight, giving Andrew the feedback he needed.
Not wanting to rush, Andrew kept his movements slow, drawing back when Evan jerked against the ribbons. He glanced up again, but Evan’s eyes were closed and Andrew ducked back down. His focus was all on Evan, giving the best blowjob he knew how while trying to keep things from ending too soon.
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The thing was that Evan was sure there was never ever going to be a blowjob he was to receive from Andrew that Evan wouldn’t enjoy. He was definitely enjoying this. Andrew’s mouth around him felt amazing and all Evan wanted to do was reach out and show him as much. But he couldn’t wrists jerking again against the ribbons. He wanted to reach down and link his fingers with Andrew’s where his hands were pressed against Evan’s stomach, but again, the ribbons held.
The blowjob felt great and there was a warm feeling low in Evan’s stomach in response to it, but there was also a creeping sense of frustration at not being able to touch. At not being able to show Andrew. The worst part was probably the way Evan kept trying, only to have the ribbons snap back every single time. He didn’t like it. It was only half a thought, accompanied by the smallest of frowns. Evan didn’t like it and all he wanted was to reach out and touch.
The ribbons broke with the sound like a crack of a whip, but Evan didn’t even notice they had, not until his hands were already running through Andrew’s hair, the feeling in Evan’s stomach changing almost instantly to one that felt so much happier.
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The crack of the ribbons breaking caught Andrew’s attention immediately and he glanced up, forgetting Evan’s pleasure in the pursuit of the source of the noise. It had been too close to be someone apparating elsewhere in the house, and Andrew’s first thought was that either one of their wands or one of his drumsticks had snapped. Then Evan’s hands were in his hair and Andrew pulled away, sitting up. The ribbons weren’t supposed to snap unless Evan was upset, which was the last thing Andrew wanted.
“What -?” Andrew asked, taking his hands off Evan and shifting to the other half of the bed so Evan wasn’t caged in. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He didn’t think he had, he’d been as careful as he ever was and Evan had never complained before, but clearly something was wrong. He hovered close, not quite touching but not wanting to leave Evan alone either.
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Evan didn’t want Andrew to stop. When he did, though, Evan realised why he had stopped, especially when Andrew moved away, asking if Evan was okay. The pang that the feeling of disappointing Andrew sent down Evan’s stomach was so strong that his breath almost caught, much more unpleasantly than it had done so far. He’d ruined the thing. Both the event and the ribbons. Foolishly, too, because all Evan had wanted was to touch Andrew and now Andrew was scooting away from Evan and he didn’t want that. It was the exact opposite of what Evan had wanted!
“I’m sorry,” he whispered guiltily, bringing his hands up to look at them. They didn’t really look any different than they had before, if perhaps slightly redder around the wrists, but that was already fading. “I just--” and there, Evan reached out, softly, barely, but still. Finger lightly brushing against Andrew’s arm, as if expecting him to pull away. “I just wanted to touch you,” Evan admitted softly.
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When Evan reached out, Andrew shifted closer, relieved just to be in contact again. Evan didn’t look traumatised or anything, and Gladys’s warnings about checking in with one another started to quieten. “You don’t have to be sorry.” If Evan hadn’t been enjoying it, of course Andrew wanted to stop. “Here -” He reached for Evan’s hands again, untying what was left of the ribbons and unwinding them from Evan’s wrists.
He gave a quirk of a smile when Evan said he had wanted to touch him. “Is that all?” he asked, lacing his fingers with Evan’s and squeezing his hand. He had no objections to Evan touching him, obviously. “I should have asked if you were okay,” he said. Evan had asked him, often, but Andrew had assumed Evan would say if something was wrong. Clearly, Gladys had been more right than Andrew had known. “I’m sorry.”
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Evan shifted in closer as soon as Andrew took his hand, lacing their fingers together, the squeeze Andrew gave Evan’s hand made him sigh happily, before shaking his head slightly. “I was okay,” he said and then bit his lower lip. “Well, I guess maybe not quite,” Evan admitted because he clearly hadn’t been okay of the ribbons snapped. As much as Evan had insisted that Andrew tell him if anything didn’t feel right, it dawned on Evan that he wasn’t sure he would’ve done the same. Which was stupid, because he could hardly expect Andrew to read his mind. Evan didn’t think Andrew needed to apologise, though. To express as much, he leaned in to brush his lips softly against the line of Andrew’s jaw, nose brushing against Andrew’s cheek.
“When I touch you and you make sounds, and say things,” Evan started softly, pulling back enough to be able to look at Andrew but still staying close enough to run his free hand against Andrew’s ribs. “I really like it. That’s what I enjoy the most. The way you move and sound under my touch,” Evan explained. “Not being able to have that, it was frustrating. All I wanted to do was touch you and the ribbons wouldn’t let me,” up until they’d snapped, at least. Evan wished he could blame it on some sort of super-strength, but the truth was that the ribbons had snapped because he wasn’t enjoying himself. “I’m sorry I didn’t know how to enjoy myself,” he concluded somewhat pathetically. “I didn’t mean to disappoint you,” Evan added, then, barely above a whisper.
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Andrew smiled as Evan leaned in, then turned his head to catch him in a proper kiss, however briefly. He listened as Evan explained why he’d been - not upset, perhaps, but unsatisfied, nodding slightly. He could certainly understand enjoying that. He enjoyed making Evan gasp and moan and smile. He wasn’t sure it was what he enjoyed most, because he’d been able to enjoy sex just as much when he couldn’t touch Evan with his hands. He made a noise of protest when Evan apologised for not enjoying it. “You didn’t disappoint me.” Andrew squeezed Evan’s hand again, sliding his other arm around Evan to pull him closer. How could he possibly be disappointed when they still had this?
“You don’t have to figure out how to enjoy things,” he added. “If you don’t just enjoy it, whatever it is, we can stop.” He smiled. “And do something you do enjoy. I’m pretty sure we can think of something.” Evan had so far seemed to enjoy most of what they did, so Andrew really wasn’t worried that they were going to struggle just because Evan didn’t like being tied up. Andrew pushed the broken ribbons off the bed. Maybe when they went to replace them, they could find something else in Gladys’s shop that Evan would like better. “I don’t want to do things you’re not enjoying,” he said. “What would be the point of that?”
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When Andrew assured Evan that he hadn’t disappointed him, squeezing his hand, Evan smiled softly. That was good. He wasn’t really sure what he’d do if he had disappointed Andrew, the idea seemed both scary and unhappy. But he hadn’t. Even if he had ruined the ribbons. The suggestion that they could figure out things to do that Evan would enjoy without a struggle made Evan’s smile widen slightly. “I was enjoying the blowjob,” he assured Andrew, leaning in to catch his lips in another kiss. “That bit was perfect,” Evan added truthfully as he grinned against Andrew’s lips.
A hand travelling down Andrew’s side, settled low on his hip, as Evan gave it a squeeze. “This doesn’t mean we can’t do ribbons again, does it?” Evan asked carefully. “I really liked that,” which was true and Evan would have now wondered whether perhaps Andrew hadn’t enjoyed it like how Evan hadn’t enjoyed it just now, but really, from their previous go at the ribbons, Evan was quite sure that Andrew had enjoyed himself. “I like being in charge of all the touches,” Evan informed Andrew seriously and then leaned in to give Andrew’s shoulder a playful, light bite. “Though,” he corrected slightly. “I do like your touches, too,” which was very true.
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At the assurance that the blowjob had been perfect, Andrew chuckled. “Good,” he said. “I don’t know what we’d do if you suddenly didn’t want that. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason you’ve stuck around so long.” Andrew knew that wasn’t true - and if he’d had any doubt that Evan was only with him for the sex, he wouldn’t have joked about it. When Evan leaned in, Andrew returned the kiss enthusiastically, half his mind occupied with finishing off said perfect blowjob, this time while Evan was able to touch as much as he wanted.
He hummed and shook his head at Evan’s question. “I liked being tied up,” Andrew assured Evan. “I definitely want to do it again.” They would have to buy new ribbons, but that seemed a small price to pay for losing these ones to letting Andrew know that Evan wasn’t really enjoying it. “I’m glad we bought the ones that break,” he added. He hadn’t needed them, but without them they might have continued using them on Evan without quite realising he was more frustrated than enjoying himself. He settled against Evan, dropping his shoulder to expose more skin for Evan to bite, if he so wished. “I like when you’re in charge of all the touches,” he agreed. Maybe he wasn’t quite as selfless as Evan - or maybe it had just been obvious that Evan had enjoyed how much Andrew was enjoying it. He smiled, because that felt both nicer and more accurate. “Though if you want me to finish that blowjob, I am going to have to touch you.”
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“That’s not true,” Evan assured Andrew when he said that the blowjobs were the reason why Evan had stuck around for so long. “I’m also a big fan of the handjobs,” he told Andrew seriously, before breaking into the smallest of smirks as he leaned back in to leave a trail of kisses against Andrew’s exposed neck as he turned to give Evan’s more access to it. The smirk did turn into a smile when Andrew said that he definitely wanted to have Evan tie him up. That was good. Evan enjoyed that a great deal, it pleased him that Andrew did, too, and that despite Evan not liking the roles being reversed, they could still do things with the ribbons. Once they got more ribbons.
When Andrew said that completion of the blowjob he had started would involve more touching Evan, he gave a dramatic sigh. “Well, if you insist,” Evan said but he was already half-way down the bed to lie down and let Andrew continue. His hands, though, stayed on Andrew, brushing against the bare skin. Evan definitely preferred it when he could touch. Andrew was lovely to touch, Evan didn’t want to ever miss out on that again.