Who: Jared & Ty Where: Haven Park When: Friday night, 12/01 Status: Complete Warning: NSFW
Jared did not go back to the Cooperdale tunnel after the events of Tuesday night, and he didn't feel easy sleeping at home either. He didn't voice that concern but he had a feeling Ty felt the same way. They'd slept at his Haven Park apartment for the last couple of nights, though going to Seaview was always a little easier in daylight. At some point Jared had needed to go there while on duty because of a noise complaint and his skin had been crawling the whole time. He couldn't explain it, not in any way that made sense, but it was as real as Ty's solid body against his while they slept and at least he wasn't alone in all this.
Friday rolled around with rain and more rain and Jared just wished it would snow instead, light and fluffy snow preferably, something that would get the kids in town out and about and hollering with joy, filling up this insistent fall silence. He was on a different shift from Ty today so he texted him first on his way back to check if he wanted to eat that late, then brought back a pizza for the two of them to share. "Guess I just live here now," he said to himself when he let himself in, dropping his keys on the hallway dresser and maneuvering around while balancing a pizza box in one hand, a six-pack of beers under his arm. "A little help?" he called out though he thought he could hear Ty already on his way.
Ty hadn’t successfully explained the events at the tunnel to himself yet, but not for lack of trying. He’d tried to tell himself that it had all been in their heads. They’d just freaked themselves out, with the train noise and the dark and the creepy banner ... all of which could be logically explained, right? None of that rang true though, if he was being perfectly honest. There had been a menacing feeling at that tunnel, and there was no good reason for that banner to be there. And then there was the train. So Ty had to conclude it was something more than they could currently understand. It just drove the investigative part of him nuts.
He’d had a restless, boring early shift, and he’d spent the rest of the evening cleaning the apartment before Jared came home. Ty had already had a couple of drinks -- stronger stuff than beer -- and he was feeling a little more normal by the time he heard Jared bustle in through the door. He appeared a second after his man called for help, smirking faintly at the timing. “Hey babe,” he greeted, reaching to take some of the burden off of Jared.
"Hey," Jared murmured back, feeling better already just seeing Ty. It was always like coming home, which just made him think too much about the actually moving in together thing that he needed to put to rest for at least a few more months. He handed off the pizza box and beer, glad to have use of his hands to get his jacket and boots off. "Slow night," he told him, unprompted. "Thankfully. How was yours?" He'd taken a quick shower at the station, certain he didn't want to do anything but flop straight onto Ty's couch or bed and just lounge with him for a while. Now he was glad because that was exactly how he was feeling. Flopping down, munching on some pizza and then being able to fall straight into bed? Perfection.
Ty snuck a kiss in during the process of Jared shedding his outer clothes, then gave a nod. “About the same, yeah,” he said. “Slow morning-afternoon. Just the usual bullshit.” Which didn’t mean much in Point Pleasant, maybe, but Jared would know what he meant. Hands full of their dinner, he turned to head toward the kitchen to set it all down and get some plates. “You hungry now, or want a few beers first?” he called over his shoulder. Ty had already been drinking a little, but he would take a beer or two on top of that, get good and truly buzzed before they turned in for the night.
"Eat now, drink lots later," Jared called after him and when he was ready he followed him to the kitchen. He was very hungry but the pizza could wait another minute so that he could pull Ty in close and get the hug he so desperately needed. The tunnel was at the forefront of his mind but he was trying desperately to push those thoughts away and focus on the here and now. Much like Ty he was having a hard time dealing with the unsolvable mystery, his analytical mind just wanted answers. Those seemed rare in Point Pleasant though. "Had a call with one of my neighbors," he muttered against Ty's neck. "That was not fun."
If they were eating right away, Ty thought he might wash it down with another glass of bourbon. Eating just meant he would lose the pleasant heavy warmth in his limbs, and he wasn’t quite ready to be completely sober yet. Maybe not at all for the rest of the night. He was about to pour himself another glass when Jared came to hug him, and Ty put down the bottle to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s bulk. “One’a your neighbors?” he echoed, brow furrowing a bit. Ty gave Jared a tighter squeeze. “What happened?”
"Nothing, not really," Jared replied and half-regretted bringing it up. "Just being there after dark..." It felt so stupid to say it out loud, it almost helped push away the lingering unease. Almost. He couldn't wait for it to pass, it had to pass eventually, he had to be able to spend the night at home again. "You don't mind me staying here a little longer, do you?" It might be a weird question since they spent most nights together anyway, but there had always been the option not to and now he really didn't feel like there was.
Oh right, just being there. Ty should’ve thought of that, he’d just been concerned that something had happened to one of the neighbors. Like they’d abandoned someone to an awful fate. But he wouldn’t have wanted to go back to Seaview after dark either. Ty squeezed Jared tighter, then pulled back to meet his eyes. “You can stay as long as you want, you know that,” he chided gently, a little smile on his face. He understood the impulse to make sure he wasn’t being a burden or something, but it was completely unnecessary. “I love having you here.” As if to prove it, Ty rose up on his toes to give Jared a proper kiss.
"I do try to make it worth your while," Jared quipped, the words chock full of innuendo, even as he gestured over to the pizza. "Bringing food and beer and all." He grinned and kissed Ty again before letting go as he hadn't been exaggerating when he said he was starving. "If you got sick of me I can't say what I'd do," he murmured as he opened the pizza box and hummed contently at the smell of food. "Spend too much money on a motel probably."
Ty grinned a bit and moved aside so Jared could get at the pizza box. He finished pouring himself a drink, rossed it down the hatch, then poured himself another one to sip on. “As if I could get sick of you,” he scoffed then. Ty leaned his ass against the edge of the counter, loosely crossing his arms over his stomach while he watched his man load up a plate. “I hardly even notice you’re here. So don’t worry about it.” He grinned teasingly and stuck the tip of his tongue out. As if he could ignore a six-foot-six giant of a boyfriend.
Jared was on that same page and he laughed at the mere thought that he didn't take up much space. "That's me, barely noticeable, real subtle, fit in your pocket." He grinned at Ty and once he had everything he wanted in his hands he nodded toward the hallway. "Living room? Watch something? Whatever you want, as if you were home alone, baby." That thought did make him a little curious about what Ty was like when he was alone, if he had weird quirks Jared still wasn't privy to.
A pocket-sized Jared seemed kinda cute in Ty’s head, so he giggled as he straightened up. “Yeah, get it all fired up, I’ll be in there in a minute,” he told Jared. Maybe another shot or two and he would be ready to eat something on top of it. They deserved a night of relaxation, him included, and he wanted to be feeling really nice when he got Jared’s clothes off. So he drained his glass once Jared had left the kitchen, then poured another for himself and loaded up a plate for himself. He trailed after Jared to the living room, then plopped down onto the couch cushion next to him. “Whatever I want, huh?” he asked as he reached for the remote, amused.
"Mmhmm," Jared hummed with a smile. "Show me what you're into when you're all alone, babe." He automatically shifted his body closer to Ty's and took another bite of his pizza, settling his gaze on the TV. "I won't judge." He really didn't care what they watched. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't intend on watching TV for long, he just wanted to relax for a bit while he ate, then take Ty back to his room and have a completely different kind of fun with him.
Ty barked out a laugh and went to the TV Guide channel. “Now I feel like I oughta put on some gay porn, just ‘cause you said that,” he murmured, amused. He ended up switching to something on the history channel about the Mayan civilization. Ty always found stuff like that interesting, as long as they didn’t start speculating about aliens or some shit. He was of the same mind too -- it was only temporary noise while they ate. “Little did you know, I’m a secret nerd.” He smirked at Jared before picking up his pizza for the first bite.
Jared wondered briefly just how long it had been since he watched porn but then their program started and he focused on that instead. "Some secret," he huffed, then laughed and rubbed Ty's arm with his knuckles. It was an interesting program though he wasn't overly invested in it tonight, more focused on Ty. It would have been nice, distracting himself from everything, but he wasn't in the right headspace for it. After the pizza was gone he indulged in some of the stronger stuff Ty had been drinking, curling up with him on the couch as he let the food settle. It didn't take long before he was touching Ty a little more, feeling warm and sated but not tipsy - it took a lot more than that to get him there.
He was feeling warm and kind of buzzy himself, the bourbon having settled nice and deep. Ty had another glass with Jared to top it off while they lounged together and didn’t listen very hard to what the archaeologist on the television was saying. Ty was leaning against Jared, head on his shoulder and one hand draped casually over his thigh. He started to rub the inside of it absently, just enjoying the feeling of warm muscle under cotton. After another moment or two, Ty tilted his head to peer up at Jared’s jaw. “I’m a little drunk,” he murmured playfully, sliding his hand a bit closer to Jared’s crotch. “If you wanna take advantage of me.”
"Now that is a a nice invitation," Jared murmured. It all felt good, Ty's hand on him, Ty's body under his own hand, firm and hot but relaxed. Every little touch made Jared want to touch him more, all over and he started indulging in that, rubbing his hand over Ty's arm and shoulder before slipping down to his pecs. "Can I steal you away?" he murmured, his voice a little lower, quieter and deeper as his low-key arousal started ramping up.
Ty always enjoyed being touched, and that was even more true when he was a bit intoxicated. It used to drive him into the arms of any random hot guys he could find in one binge weekend away, and now it got channeled toward Jared. This was a much better arrangement. Ty’s nipples got hard under his shirt and that deep murmur of Jared’s made his groin tingle pleasantly. “Yes, please,” he murmured back, his lips curling up into a lazy smile. He was more than ready to move to the bedroom and start peeling off clothes.
Jared almost leaned in to kiss him but he thought better of it. If he did that now, they'd never get off the couch. Instead he let him go and got up, then offered Ty a hand up, pulling him close as soon as he was on his feet. He didn't know if Ty needed help with his balance but he was there if he did, ready to support - and take advantage - of him. "Can't wait to get these off of you," he told him, tugging on his shirt before backing up toward the hallway. "You always look so much better without clothes."
It was such a pain in the ass to get up, but Jared made it a million times better. Ty wanted to bump into that chest every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t drunk enough to say it like that, but the thought was still there. He followed along as Jared walked backward, letting his gaze openly roam over the bigger man once there was some space between them. Ty chuckled a little and started to pull his shirt up as he walked. “I feel like that’s rude somehow, but I’m not gonna complain,” he drawled, amused. Ty dropped his t-shirt in the hallway and rolled his shoulders, flexing a tiny bit for Jared’s benefit.
Oh he looked beautiful like that, muscles rippling under dark skin, that hungry look in his eyes. Jared soaked it up like sunshine, letting his gaze roam over Ty's chest. "Oh trust me, nothing rude about it," he promised and there were probably some logistics he could point to but his brain wasn't going there. He turned around only to see where he was going, he might spend a lot of time at Ty's place but he couldn't wander around backwards all the time. Once in the bedroom he pulled his own shirt off and turned around again, giving Ty another appreciative once-over. "C'mere," he murmured, holding his hand out for him.
The view from the back of Jared was only marginally inferior to the view from the front, so Ty didn’t mind him turning around at all. And then they were in the bedroom and Jared’s shirt came off, and Ty enjoyed drinking in that sight himself, all broad shoulders sprinkled with freckles. He moved in close when Jared reached for him, feeling a bit like he was floating as he took his hand. Ty slipped his other arm around Jared’s waist and pulled their bodies together, tilting his face up to brush his lips over Jared’s. He’d meant to tease a little, but that small taste dissolved his will, and Ty turned it into a real kiss a heartbeat later.
His tongue was slick and warm and tasted faintly of alcohol which was fitting since Jared wanted to simply drink him up. He held him close, large hands pressing in on his back between stroking up along the muscles of his flanks. He really was beautiful, not least in the way he felt to Jared, his presence as much as the feel of his body flush against Jared's. Jared kissed him back, losing himself in it for a while, just touching and tasting, savoring the press of lips against lips and the slow dance of tongues. This never failed to make the bad things go away, if only temporarily. He'd forgotten all about the tunnel and how uncomfortable it was to go home, all of that belonged outside of the bedroom and he was safe for now.
Ty had never loved kissing anybody as much as he loved kissing Jared. When they really got to making out, it was like a full-body experience. Warmth flooded Ty from head to toe, and his skin felt so deliciously sensitive where Jared’s hands passed over it. He touched his man back just as much, his palms roaming from the tops of those big shoulders down his back, fingers slipping under the waistband of his pants. He wasn’t in any hurry, enjoying the slow build of arousal and how happily blank his mind was. All that mattered was Jared. Ty nibbled lightly at his lips and pulled back after a while for a deeper breath and a little smile. “The fuck you still got these on for?” he murmured, sliding his hands around to start undoing the front of Jared’s pants.
"Sorry," Jared huffed before adding a pointed, "Someone distracted me." As Ty was that someone it was only right that he help get them off now so Jared let him deal with the buttons as he stole some more kisses, his hands slowly inching lower until he had his hands full of ass, just the way he liked it. He gave it a little squeeze as he kissed Ty deeply, then broke the kiss again to shimmy out of his jeans when they got low enough. "Could ask you the same thing," he murmured, sliding his hands around Ty's hips to return the favor.
He was happily guilty as charged on being distracting, and Ty felt no remorse at all. He chuckled and then hummed deep as they kissed again, getting the front of Jared’s pants undone easily by feel. He pushed his boxers down along with the denim, and could almost feel his mouth start to water as all the cloth hit the floor. His own pants were much easier to get off, only a drawstring holding them up on his hips, with nothing underneath. “I can only claim distraction,” he murmured with a lazy grin, giving Jared room to push his own clothes down. Meanwhile, Ty curled his fingers around Jared’s cock to give it a slow couple of strokes. “What do you want tonight, baby?” he asked, low and soft.
That question was always like being offered a buffet and Jared had that momentary feeling of indecision where he wanted everything at once. He couldn't be faulted for that when everything Ty had to give him was so delicious. He hummed contently, his cock growing harder in Ty's grip, already halfway there before he'd even touched him. "I'm having my way with you," he said with a touch of amusement. It wasn't saying much but he was ready to go with the flow. "Open for requests for a little longer so get yours in if you got it." He felt like a radio DJ saying that and that just fueled his amusement, all mixed in with his arousal which just served to make him giddier and warmer inside.
Ty was reminded of a DJ too, and he laughed a little as he stepped out of his lounge pants and kicked them aside. Even with the humor mixed in, the phrase ‘having my way with you’ put extra heat in the pit of his stomach. Ty loved how versatile their sex life was, how they could swing between tender and heartfelt and sweet into animalistic fucking with a delicious edge of domination mixed in. And tonight? With how he was feeling? He was inclined to request a bit more of the latter. “You having your way sounds good,” he murmured, his heavy-lidded eyes locked on Jared’s. Ty gave his cock a firmer squeeze. “Even if you gotta make me do it.” His tone was suggestive, and Ty hoped Jared would pick up what he meant without Ty having to over-explain.
Jared caught on fast and it was interesting to him how he didn't have a problem with slipping into that sort of a dominant mindset with Ty. "Are you going to give me trouble?" he asked, his hands firm on Ty's ass again, pulling him closer so that Ty's hand got caught between them. Not that Jared was about to start anything while Ty's hand was on his dick, but it was a nice enough prelude and a way to test the waters.
That little display of strength sent a pleasurable jolt through Ty’s insides and he smiled reflexively. Even though he couldn’t move his hand much now, he gripped Jared’s cock a little tighter, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip. Ty’s own cock was pressed against the front of Jared’s upper thigh now, and he pushed his hips forward a bit just for that extra pressure. “Who’s to say,” he replied, a wicked little glint in his eye. “I just might. Why don’t you find out?”
Jared would have purred if he could, enticed by that look on Ty's face, that very clear challenge he was issuing. "I don't think you'll be any trouble," he decided, slowly easing into playing his part before he gripped Ty more tightly and spun him around, one arm over his chest, the other against his neck. "I think I'll have you right where I want you," he murmured against his ear as he started moving his arm lower, his hand trailing toward Ty's crotch.
Ty’s breath caught as he was bodily turned, and he leaned back against Jared’s bulk when his man caught him again. Fuck, did he absolutely love the feeling of being in those thick arms, no matter where they were placed. Ty hooked his hands on the one around his neck, his skin tingling in the wake of Jared’s drifting hand. He pulled a bit at the strong forearm, but not nearly enough to really move it. “Is that what you think?” he asked breathlessly, though he didn’t expect a real answer in the slightest. “I think you’ll have to work for it.” He pushed his ass back against Jared’s crotch and squirmed a bit in pathetic ‘resistance.’
Jared was pretty sure he could manhandle him even if Ty resisted with any real force. His body remembered, though he was blissfully not thinking of the one time he'd actually had to test the theory out in the field, out in the fog when they were both out of their minds in the strange fog. "I know," he muttered, and that little wiggle against his cock was like heaven. "And you'd better not make me work too hard or I might get angry with you." There was no bite to the words, it sounded more like a promise than a threat, especially with the way he brushed his lips against Ty's ear as he spoke, his fingers brushing lightly over Ty's cock.
He’d been hard already, but that light touch made Ty’s cock twitch with need and feel even more full and heavy. The words and lips and breath at his ear sent a little shudder down Ty’s spine, and he pushed back against Jared’s hardon with a bit more pressure. “And what’re you gonna do then?” he murmured back, challenge mixed in with need. “If I piss you off?” He did struggle a little then, pulling and twisting against Jared’s grip in at least a halfway genuine attempt to break it. Ty didn’t want to get away, just forced back into place while Jared’s naked body pushed against his own.
Jared was happy to tighten his grip, pressing just a bit against Ty's neck, as if in a warning. "Bad boys get a spanking," he growled in his ear. It was weird how kinks could come and go, seemingly at random. He'd never been into spanking before but tonight he'd absolutely smack Ty's bare ass if he didn't 'behave'. He didn't wait for Ty to question that or twist his words, nudging him in the back of the knee to get him off balance, then pushing him forward - stumbling - to the bed where he forced him to bend over. "Is that what you want, boy?"
Part of him wanted to laugh, because it all sounded so corny on the surface, like the bad first few minutes of a porno, but it was still so hot in the moment. There was something different about hearing Jared’s voice right in his ear, while muscle pushed against muscle. Being manhandled onto the bed made his head spin in the best way -- the bourbon made that easier, but still -- and Ty groaned as his upper body hit the mattress. He still pulled against Jared’s grip, feeling deliciously exposed like that. “Bullshit,” he said, a bit breathless, and a grin did cross his face. “Bet you won’t.”
"Are you testing me?" Jared asked gruffly and this time it was a bit of a struggle to get Ty where he wanted him because he didn't exactly have the upper hand when it came to wrangling his arms where he wanted them - behind Ty's back where he could grip them with one hand. This would be easier with a woman, but maybe that was why he'd never particularly wanted to do it with a woman. He managed to get them where he wanted them, for just long enough to bring his free hand down on Ty's ass with a loud smack.
The fact that it took a bit of effort on Jared’s part just made it all the sweeter to Ty. He’d never trusted any of his one night stands enough to explore this sort of power play-struggle, and had only had one short-lived boyfriend who was interested in trying it. It had been awkward and not exactly what he wanted then, but with Jared it was perfect. Ty didn’t trust anybody in the world more than he trusted Jared Gaines. And he was just so fucking big and strong and fucking sexy and normally gentle, the dichotomy was delicious. Ty made a sound that was part whimper, part laugh when Jared’s palm landed, his body a little shocked by the sting. Why did it feel so good too? Fuck. “That’s not inspiring me to be good,” he muttered, arching his back a bit more.
"So that's how it's gonna be," Jared grunted and looked around the room for something to use to get Ty's hands tied together since holding them really wasn't really working as well as he'd like. "Stay still or this will only get worse," he muttered then and let him go, knowing he could easily get him back where he wanted him again. He didn't go far, just a few steps away to Ty's closet where he found one of his ties - not the fanciest one - and brought it back. He was surprised that Ty hadn't moved from where he left him, fully expecting another struggle but honestly, relieved too because as much as he enjoyed the struggle, there was plenty of that yet to come. "Good boy," he muttered as he leaned over him, pulling his hands back again and he did sound pleasantly surprised by it.
Ty considered ‘escaping,’ of course, just to be a brat and make Jared muscle him around some more. But he liked how he felt right there, bent over the bed with his ass in the air, hands behind his back. He lifted his head to look back and see what Jared was doing, then shifted his arms a bit to make it more comfortable on the shoulders, but that was the extent of his moving around. His boyfriend was back soon enough, and Ty grinned into the mattress a bit as he felt soft fabric start to wrap around his wrists. He didn’t make it completely easy, but relented to it in the end. That ‘good boy’ sounded so nice, even though it probably shouldn’t. “What are you gonna do to me?” he asked, adding the smallest whine to his voice.
Jared was just a tiny bit disappointed by the fact Ty hadn't acted out while he stepped away, he'd liked the sound his hand made against his ass but he was almost sure he'd have a chance to do that again before the night was up. "No fun if I tell you," he replied, his voice a cross between cruel and playful as he checked the knot on the tie. It was an easy one to undo, just in case, but it should hold up well enough unless Ty really put muscle into getting free - and if he did, well, that was just an excuse to smack his ass again. "Got you all to myself now," he said then, smoothing his hands over Ty's hips and ass before pulling him back a little, rubbing his cock against his thigh.
The surprise was more fun, wasn’t it? Ty bit his bottom lip and hummed at the feel of Jared’s grip on his hips. And that tantalizing cock. He squirmed against it a little, enjoying the sensation of being at least partly immobilized. Ty had never really thought of himself as into rope or bondage much, but sometimes he could really see the appeal. It was such a release to give up even physical control to someone he loved and trusted. “You’d best make the most of it, ‘cause next time I get half a chance, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” Ty said through a crooked grin. Maybe he was hoping for a gag too, a little bit. Or another smack on the ass. To encourage it, he pulled forward as much as he could, rubbing his cock against the bed at the same time.
As far as threats went - well, that wasn't one since Jared really enjoyed it when Ty fucked him, at least occasionally, but for the time being it was fun to pretend he was some ultra top dom guy who didn't appreciate it. He brought his hand down against Ty's ass hard, then grabbed his hips and pulled him roughly back. "I'd like to see you try," he growled and just for symmetry's sake, smacked Ty's ass on the other side too. "You're a bit mouthy aren't you boy."
Ty’s body jumped a bit at each of those hard slaps, but the tingling warmth that immediately followed made the shock more than worth it. Hell, he even enjoyed that part too. There was something exhilarating about not knowing what was coming next. He grunted at the manhandling, feeling himself slipping away from sassy banter and into something hotter and heavier. “Do something about it then,” he challenged breathlessly, pulling against the binding on his wrists.
They didn't really do this very often and yet Jared was starting to consider online shopping for some appropriate toys - just for when they did. He didn't really need them now but they might have made this all a little easier and maybe more fun. Like a proper gag, for one. He left Ty where he was for now and brought back a couple of ties - one just in case, he wasn't leaving him alone again if he could help it. "The next time you wear these somewhere nice," he said as he 'forced' Ty's mouth open - it honestly didn't require much force- and pressed the tie between his teeth. "I want you to think about tonight and wonder if everyone can tell by the blush in your cheeks."
Ty gave a little whine of protest when Jared pulled away from him again. The air felt too cold without his boyfriend’s body warming it, and he turned his head to see where he was going. Ty’s stomach gave a squirm when he saw another couple of ties in those big hands. He grunted and made Jared work a bit to put it on him, and he immediately liked how it felt to have that pressure around his head. He bit down on the soft material and moaned through it at Jared’s words, the mental image making his cock throb. It reminded him of being at the date auction, trying to behave in public while sending each other dirty pictures and trading blowjobs in the bathroom. They were out now, but Ty had to imagine it would be the same sort of struggle to behave. He rested his forehead against the bed again and arched his back further, since he couldn’t talk anymore.
"That's better," Jared murmured, more to stay in character than anything since he did like it when Ty used his mouth. He rubbed Ty's ass firmly with one hand, slipping it between his thighs to brush his fingers teasingly against his cock. "Raise your ass for me, baby, let me see you better," he said in a quiet, gruff tone and there was a part of him that hoped Ty wouldn't obey so he could smack his ass again. It was hot and he liked the way it sounded, especially when followed by a little moan from Ty. He was holding back though, too aware that he had to pay better attention now that Ty couldn't fully articulate it if he had a problem with anything going on.
Raising his ass had been part of what the arch in his back was supposed to do, but since Jared told him to do it, Ty pulled his hips in the opposite direction. It pressed his cock harder against the edge of the bed, and he had a feeling he would get another smack for it. He gave a grunt through the tie, not even thinking about how he couldn’t safeword. Ty was too far into the mindset that he’d given up control, and he trusted Jared completely. It was hard to imagine Jared could do anything he wouldn’t like, he was so caught up in the pleasure haze.
That was a clear indicator that Ty was liking the smacks, otherwise why disobey? Jared grinned as he hit him again, then rubbed the sore spot firmly. "Guess I need to train you to obey," he muttered. "That's okay, I have all night to play with you." He gave Ty's ass a little squeeze, then hit it again and he could already feel the skin getting nice and hot. "Up," he said sternly, his hand raised and ready to hit him again if he stayed where he was. His mind was already working on other little things he could do and while he didn't want to actually hurt his boyfriend, he knew he could strongarm him.
Ty was feeling the sweet heat from Jared’s palm much more than the sting now, and that tingle felt good in a deep way he couldn’t quite explain. He knew the consequence of not obeying, even if he couldn’t see Jared’s hand, and so Ty did even better than stay where he was. He started to move in the opposite direction, straightening his back and lifting his chest off the bed, pulling his hips in even further and sliding one knee further out.
"Brat," Jared scoffed and grabbed hold of his calves, pulling him back before letting a series of blows rain down on his ass. "No matter, your ass is mine whether it's up or not." Another heavy blow and then he moved to straddle Ty's thighs. "You'll just be even tighter in this position," he added as if it was a threat, grabbing Ty's ass with both hands and squeezing the heated skin before moving one hand between the cheeks again and then dipping lower to brush his fingers against his balls.
All of it -- being manhandled, the press of Jared’s weight pinning him to the bed, the groping, the hot sting of the slaps to his ass -- were making Ty feel dizzy in the best sort of way. He moaned and squirmed a bit, biting down harder on the gag. He wasn’t really trying to go anywhere, he liked it when Jared fucked him in this position too, but pushing back against all that strength felt deeply good. He felt helpless but not, and that was a weirdly hot combination.
The squirming was hot and Jared pulled his hand away, resting some of his weight on his hands next to Ty's hips so he could lean down over him and press more of his weight on him. He particularly liked rubbing his cock against his ass, see the size of it against Ty's ass and get a feel for just how deep inside him he'd go. There was also something about letting him feel it before Jared fucked him - as if they hadn't done this plenty of times already - to feel the weight and size of it on his skin. "Yeah this is going to be good," he murmured and sat up, smacking Ty's ass one more time before reaching over him - cock pressing against his ass - to grab the lube.
Ty loved feeling Jared’s cock on him anywhere, with any sort of pressure, but there was something brain-meltingly sexy about how it rubbed against his ass. He knew from plenty of experience that he could take it without much trouble, but he loved how big and thick and heavy it still felt on his skin. In spite of his ‘protesting,’ he arched his back some to push his ass back against Jared’s cock, and Ty whined in his throat as the comment sent a happy thrill down his spine. He had to agree, it was going to be fucking great, and his body was starving to be played with and filled up.
That little sound almost took Jared out of the game because he knew Ty loved it and he loved how much he did. He grinned to himself as he got his cock all slicked up, using Ty's ass to spread it generously over his cock. "Got myself a good one," he murmured, patting Ty's hip playfully before moving back to align himself against him. They did this often enough that he didn't really need preparing if there just was enough lube but Jared would go slow and let him get used to it, no matter what crazy fantasy they might be playing out. "You gonna be a good boy and let me in?"
He’d all but forgotten that he was supposed to be playing hard to get, or ‘resisting’ or whatever -- Ty’s hips flexed downward briefly, but he couldn’t stay that way. The way Jared’s cock felt sliding against his ass made him moan, and he was more than eager to feel it pushing inside of him. It was instinct to lift his hips and put himself at a good angle. His hands fisted where they were bound at the small of his back and he hummed an affirmative sound. He was going to be a good boy, because fuck, he wanted Jared to come in.
Jared was at the edge of forgetting what words were when he felt the tight ring around the tip of his cock and he pushed in with a pleased sound that required no words. A moment later he ducked down and kissed Ty's shoulder as he pushed in deeper, slow inch by inch. "Such a good boy," he whispered. "All mine for the taking." And god it felt good to take him, he raised himself up again just to watch his cock slip inside and it the hottest thing in the world, watching Ty take him all.
Ty felt like melted butter as Jared eased his way into him, but deliciously tense at the same time. Brow furrowed and his temple pressed against the mattress, Ty moaned helplessly around the gag, the sound totally involuntary. All that pressure was just so fucking satisfying, and he felt greedy for more, even with the bit of stinging that came along with it. He pushed out an ‘uh huh,’ because he definitely was Jared’s good boy for the taking, and he pushed his ass up a bit more to prove it.
"Yeah," Jared moaned quietly and pressed down on Ty's gag, pushing his fingers in underneath it and into his mouth. He bottomed out, his balls pressed hard against Ty's ass and it was so unbelievably hot and tight, he needed to take a moment to rein himself in. Two fingers slipped along Ty's tongue and that too was hot and Jared had all sorts of images in his head of how Ty looked taking his cock down his throat. "Too bad nobody's here to share you with," he murmured breathlessly against his ear. "That mouth's going to waste."
Ty couldn’t exactly suck on Jared’s fingers with the gag still in place -- which somehow made it even hotter, go figure -- but he flicked and toyed with them with his tongue. He wanted to be ‘good’ now, like having Jared’s cock deep inside of him, filling him up, made him owned and obedient. He wasn’t overthinking anything, he was just running on instinct and how all of this was making him feel brainless and incredibly horny. His cock was caught under him, pushed hard against the bed with Jared’s weight on his back, and Ty started rocking his hips just a tiny bit, dying for some friction. He whimpered at Jared’s words, a wave of heat rushing through him at the mental picture of his body being used by Jared and some other faceless hottie.
It wasn't something Jared was putting much thought to - sharing his boyfriend with someone else - but in the moment, at the height of his arousal, the thought was incredibly hot and only seemed to amplify that growing tension in his balls. He did know another good use for Ty's mouth though and after enjoying the way his tongue felt against his fingers for a while he pulled them out and fumbled with the knot to get the makeshift gag off. He gripped Ty's jaw and turned his head, claiming his mouth with his own as he fucked him with slow grinding rather than a rough in and out.
It was a tense position, twisting to kiss Jared, but that felt perfect somehow, like he should be putting effort into this, even though he was pretty helpless. The gag had made the corners of his mouth feel tight, and having freedom to move his lips again was a relief. Ty groaned wantonly as he kissed Jared as well as he could, rolling his hips to grind back under him. The way Jared’s cock pressed against his prostate from there made him feel full and aching and trembly, and like he was starving for more. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted in between kisses. “Lemme ride you, please.”
A few minutes ago Jared might have told him no and not given him any sort of control over the situation but he was deep into his own arousal and the mask was slipping. The thought of Ty riding him was just too hot to pass up and he groaned with appreciation at Ty's needy whisper. "Yeah, baby," he moaned softly, nipping on Ty's lip before pushing himself up and slowly pulling out of him. "Not gonna give you use of your arms yet, you're gonna have to work extra hard." So maybe the mask hadn't slipped all the way off, his grin was just a little dazed as he looked his beautiful captive over, tugging lightly on his bonds before moving off him to give him space to maneuver.
Ty didn’t want his hands free, so that worked for him. It would definitely make things harder, but the struggle was hot. He shifted around until he’d gotten his knees under him and straightened up, stretching his shoulders a bit while Jared settled on his back. Ty took a moment to just look himself, gaze sweeping over his fine, long man, and that slick-shiny cock of his. “You’re a sick fuck,” Ty murmured, but his tone and the tiny smirk that crossed his face said he didn’t really mean it. Or if he did, he didn’t mind. He shuffled over and swung a leg over Jared’s hips, leaning backward and twisting until he could position Jared’s cock with the tips of his fingers. With a grunt and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, Ty started to push against it, giving tiny shifts of his hips until he hit the right spot. He groaned as Jared slid into him again, little by little.
That statement, however hollow, just made Jared grin at him and he didn't warrant it with a verbal answer. Instead he enjoyed the view and yes, it was intensely sexy to watch his man struggle with his balance as he got into place, watching those muscles working harder without Ty's hands to steady them, see the strain in his thighs as he lowered himself onto Jared. And then the pressure again. It made Jared groan softly as he gripped Ty's thighs, just feeling the hard muscles working under his grip. "You better make this good, boy," he said, grinding out the words even as he didn't really feel like talking yet. It already felt good, it already felt more than good.
It felt good to work for it, in a weird way. Ty had a feeling his shoulders were going to be sore later with the straining of it all, but he didn’t mind. Sinking down onto Jared’s cock, feeling all that hot pressure inside of him, and looking down to see his aching hardon resting against Jared’s stomach, their skin contrasting so prettily, all made Ty groan. He just rocked his hips gently at first, letting his body adjust again to the girth and enjoying the buzzy tiny shocks of pleasure as his cock brushed against Jared’s body. “Or what? You’re gonna fuck me?” he breathed, with no real heat behind it. Ty shifted his knees to lift himself a bit for longer thrusts, muffling another moan.
Jared huffed softly."You think that's all I can do?" he murmured, moving one hand to wrap it around Ty's cock, giving it a teasing little stroke. "I could make you come again and again until your body can't take it anymore and then I'll still keep trying, no matter how much you beg me to stop." His grin was lazy and a little dopey from the pleasure he felt as he let Ty do all of the work for now, his own body shaking a little at the effort to not start bucking up into the heat of his body. "I bet you'd look really pretty all squirmy and desperate like that."
“Ohfuck,” Ty breathed without meaning to, more heat flashing through him. It wasn’t just the stroking -- though Jared’s hand felt positively fucking divine on his cock -- it was the words and the pictures they painted in his mind’s eye. Ty had of course wondered how many times he could come in a row, but it wasn’t anything he’d experimented with since the feverish days of puberty. But thinking about Jared doing it to him, even a bit forcefully, made him really want it. His hips moved with a bit more purpose over Jared’s body, hands clenching behind him. He craved that deep, full feeling, the friction, Jared’s hands on him, everything. “You can’t make me beg,” he panted, eyes cracking open to look down at his man again.
Jared had no intention of actually doing this but Ty's words sounded like a challenge and suddenly the desire was there, either to milk him dry or edge him until he was a panting, whining mess. "We'll see about that," he said with more calm than his heated arousal should have allowed for. He put a little twist on the way he was stroking Ty's cock, rubbing the head of his cock. He'd thought about reaching for the lube but there was enough precum there to make things easy so he didn't bother for now. "We'll see."
That calm-but-intense confidence was sexy as hell, and Ty thought that if he would enjoy being edged and frustrated by anybody, it was Jared and only Jared. His hips gave a shudder at the way Jared stroked him, head falling back on his neck for a moment. His balls felt tight and hard already, and he slowed the fucking down a bit. Ty looked down at his lover with parted lips, leaning back as much as he could with his hands bound to give Jared a good view, and grinding down around his cock in tight little circles.
"Look at you. You're already so hungry and needy for it," Jared murmured, momentarily lost in the way Ty looked, so wanton and gorgeous and all his to play with. "I'll have you begging in no time." He loosened his grip and ran one finger along the sensitive spot underneath Ty's cockhead, rubbing at it too gently for it to really count. "Go on, be stubborn about it. It'll just be more fun when you break."
Even the gentle tickling rub enhanced all the pleasure Ty was already feeling, and he failed at muffling another groan. He was hungry and needy, and he could very clearly imagine himself begging for it. Ty was going to try his best to actually be stubborn about it, but with the way he was starting to feel, he couldn’t promise his willpower would hold. “You should be fucking begging me,” he managed to get out, breathy and distracted as he kept working his hips.
"Oh is that so?" Jared chuckled. "Looks like I have all the control right now so I don't see the need. If you stop riding me I'll just bend you over and take what I want." He gave Ty's thigh a little squeeze while still stroking him lightly with his fingers. "Maybe that's what you want. To be taken, owned, fucked until you can't take anymore." It made him wonder how long he could make himself last but fantasy was usually more interesting than reality in that regard.
It was maddening in the best sort of way, that deliberately soft touch on his aching cock. Jared’s words were making Ty want everything at once -- he wanted to be on top and exerting what little control he still had, he wanted to be completely helpless and taken-owned-fucked too, he was starting to desperately want to be the one fucking Jared because that touch was such a goddamn tease -- but he only had one body in one moment, so he was going to make the most of it. No good return banter coming into his lust-addled brain, Ty started bouncing against Jared’s hips with more purpose, suddenly determined to make Jared come before him ... or at least push him closer.
That was one way to distract Jared from his plan, a good one too. He forgot himself for a moment, wrapping his hand around Ty's cock as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the added friction. After that long moment he caught himself and forced his eyes open, loosening his grip and giving Ty a slightly dopey look. "You realize... If you make me come, I'll just have more stamina to torture you, right?" The words felt thick in his mouth, like it was hard to focus on anything that wasn't that building pressure in his balls.
That tighter grip felt incredible, and Ty took advantage of it while it was there, fucking into Jared’s hand while he could. He nearly whined when Jared loosened up, but managed to swallow it back, opening his eyes again to look down as that sexy rasp took over his man’s voice. Ty’s lips twitched upward. “You say that like I need you to make me come,” he said, only slowing down a little bit. He rolled his hips and moaned again, his body nice and adjusted and loving every inch of Jared’s cock. Ty was pretty sure he could work everything just right to make himself come hands free, but that was only possible if Jared let him stay where he was. Ty didn’t much mind the idea of not being allowed to do that.
"You need my hand or my cock," Jared retorted, but he didn't deprive him of either just yet, it all felt too good for that and he might have talked a bigger game than he was willing to play here. "I sure as hell ain't letting you hump the bed until you come so... Think you can think yourself into an orgasm? I'd love to see that." The words were getting harder to speak, the way Ty was moving felt too damn good and Jared felt restless with the need to come.
With the way Ty was feeling, he was pretty sure he could think himself into an orgasm. He was already on edge. It wasn’t something he’d ever done, and probably harder than he currently had in mind, but it still felt possible in the moment. “Bet I can get there ‘fore you, at least,” he panted, a smile flickering across his features. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he rotated his hips again, lashes fluttering as Jared’s cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside of him. If it was a race to the finish line, even without a good stroke, Ty was pretty sure he could win. If Jared let him stay where he was.
"You are such a brat," Jared groaned quietly and it was tempting to let Ty bring him to his orgasm and not lift a hand to stop him. It felt so good and he was almost ready to let go of that banter but not completely. "Thinking you're in charge," he added and it took all his willpower and then some to sit up and manhandle Ty off his body and onto his back again. He grinned down at him, still feeling a little hazy from how close he'd gotten to coming but it definitely helped to pull out. "Let's see you come now," he taunted him, smirking.
Ty’s heart squeezed in a fun way when Jared sat up and started to move him, and he fought against it as best he could. Which wasn't’ very good at all, honestly, with his hands still tied behind his back. Some combination of groan-snicker-whine of protest came out of him as Jared muscled him down onto his back. Or his arms, really. Which wasn’t terribly comfortable, but Ty could deal with it for the moment, rolling slightly onto his side. He grinned at Jared but tried to subdue it into a more serious, disgruntled expression. “Let’s see you come now,” he countered, pushing his hips up, his needy cock bobbing uselessly. Ty already missed being full of Jared, but he doubted he would have to wait long.
Jared gave him a smile that could best be described as sadistic as he pushed himself up on his knees to give Ty a better view when he started to slowly stroke himself. "Oh I can come now," he murmured. "You said something about a race?" It didn't feel nearly as good as Ty's body did and it was nowhere near as hot but he was purposefully being an ass and he could deal with the consequences for a little while just to make a point.
It was a wonderfully nice view, and Ty’s gaze crawled all over Jared with open lust, another brief grin surfacing. “You’re such a bastard,” he groaned, giving a helpless-frustrated squirm on the bed. The head of his cock dragged a bit against the sheet, and he shifted his leg to get more contact, semi-humping the bed even though Jared had said he wouldn’t allow such a thing. He didn’t take his eyes off of Jared though, loving watching that big hand stroking in spite of himself.
"And you're a brat," Jared retorted and Ty's actions did not escape his notice. He moved again, this time to straddle him and pin him down on his back, well aware it couldn't be too comfortable with his hands behind his back. Ty always had a way out though, all he had to do was beg and Jared was fully committed to making that happen by now as he pointedly started stroking himself again, a challenge in his eyes as he grinned down at his boyfriend.
Ty grunted with true discomfort when Jared forced him onto his back again. His shoulders were protesting all of this tied-up nonsense, especially with his weight pinning his arms down, but that somehow just added to the whole experience. He stared at Jared’s cock with his lips parted for a moment, then back up at his face. He could see the challenge there, and given their banter throughout this whole encounter, he could very well guess what Jared wanted. Ty pressed his lips together to be stubborn for another couple of minutes, his hips still lifting and squirming needily.
Jared wasn't exactly brimming with patience but he held on for now, even if he really wanted to move between Ty's legs again and fuck him until they both came. He bit his lip and stroked himself purposefully slow, shaking his head at Ty in mock disapproval. He was going to beg and Jared was going to hold out until he did, he could be stubborn too and right now he was in a much more comfortable position than Ty was.
God, he was stalling. Ty both loved and hated it, and he gave an extra hard squirm as a wave of sweet frustration rolled over him. He definitely wasn’t in any position to dislodge Jared’s bulk from off of him, much less shove him down and fuck the life out of him like he very badly wanted to do all of the sudden. After another few long moments of stalemate, Ty whined and slow-humped the air again. “Please,” he whispered. “C’mon, just ... fuck me.”
"Aww there it is," Jared murmured contently, maybe a little smugly too and he brought this hand down to lightly run his fingers over Ty's cock. "The magic word." He let up on the pressure on Ty's legs and let go of their cocks to roll him over halfway - enough to get at the tie around his hands. Playtime was over, he wanted to fuck him now, properly and deeply while looking him in the eye.
It wasn’t begging exactly, but it came fairly close, and Ty felt a burn in his cheeks and neck as he rolled to let Jared untie him. It wasn’t a feeling he completely hated, if he was being honest. He winced a little as he pulled his arms free and back around to the front of his body. Ty shifted back onto his back and reached to hook a hand at the back of Jared’s neck and pull him down into a fierce kiss. He was done fucking around, his body was positively screaming for more of his man.
Jared kissed him back hungrily while blindly fumbling around for the lube, wincing a bit when he knocked something off the nightstand. It didn't break and the light didn't change so it wasn't the lamp or anything important and he could worry about it later. All that mattered right now was getting what he wanted and he patted around until he found the lube and then moved between Ty's legs without ever breaking the kiss. "Making me wait-" he complained against his lips but there was no bite there, just urgency as he got his cock slicked up again and pushed back into Ty's body.
Ty wrapped his legs around Jared’s hips as soon as he could, only feeling a flicker of amusement when he heard whatever-it-was fall to the carpet. He desperately wanted Jared as soon as possible, and he didn’t care what got broken in the process. A smartass reply to Jared’s words passed through his brain, but he didn’t have time to form the response before Jared’s cock was filling him up and all coherency died. Ty groaned loudly into the kiss, his body going still for a moment as he adjusted to that feeling again, fingers digging into the back of Jared’s shoulders. It made him almost dizzy, it was so fucking good.
Jared felt pretty damn accomplished that he'd held out as long as he did. This felt so good, keeping himself from doing this was a sign of some strong as hell willpower. Not that he was thinking much about that at the moment, most thought vacating his head save for things directly pertaining to the sex they were having. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned against Ty's lips while grinding his hips against him, one hand slipping between them to stroke Ty's cock. Whatever joking wager he'd had going was off, he wanted them both to get off.
Ty’s instinctual suspicion that tease and denial would only enhance things tonight had been spot-on -- he felt carried away by bliss. It didn’t hurt that Jared knew exactly how to make it feel the best, that grinding motion rubbing his prostate just right and sending jolts of sharp pleasure through him. All he could get out was a breathy “uh huh” that melted straight into a wanton groan when he felt Jared’s hand close around his cock. Ty’s back arched a bit and he gasped, then rocked his hips insistently, his body demanding more thrusts, more friction, more of that delicious invasion.
Jared was happy to just let go now and he broke the kiss to bury his face against Ty's neck, his body moving on its own accord now for the best friction. He loved the way Ty moved with him but he was still doing most of the work, pistoning hard and fast into his body as he felt his own climax looming. He just hoped Ty was close, there was no way he could hold out for much longer. "You feel so good," he groaned breathlessly, his stroking of Ty's cock a little erratic.
Ty knew all of Jared’s signs very well by now, and they were all a huge turn on for him too. The way that big body just took him over and they fell into that carnal, base-instinct place. A series of panted “yes”es started coming out of Ty, his core straining to keep moving with Jared while everything was so tight with pleasure. It didn’t take long before the dam burst and Ty bucked under him, crying out as his cock pulsed in Jared’s grip and everything inside of him throbbed hard. All of the buildup made it a strong one, and he felt warmth splash against his upper chest.
All the roleplay was fun, but Jared's biggest pleasure would always be making Ty come. They were in perfect sync tonight and he was right there with Ty, grunting and shuddering in his own climax before collapsing against him. They were both a mess of sweat, lube and come so tonight there was no escaping the post-sex shower but that was okay, it could wait a few minutes at least. "You liked that," he murmured when he got his breath back. "You little pervert." He grinned, sure Ty could feel it against his skin the way his face pressed against his shoulder.
Near-simultaneous orgasms were always sexy, and Jared joining him in ecstasy only amplified Ty’s pleasure. He loved every moaning, twitching second, and smiled faintly as Jared finally relaxed against him. Ty let his legs slide down to an easier spot to rest against his thighs and slipped his arms loosely around Jared’s shoulders. He let out a lazy chuckle and nudged his head against Jared’s. “Hey now, I’m a big pervert, thank you,” he murmured, half-grinning. “You liked it too.” It was bliss not to feel weird or defensive about it, in spite of the tease. He was completely safe with Jared, in all ways, that was the important part.
"A little too much," Jared admitted, sneaking a kiss on Ty's damp skin before pushing himself up to look at him. They were still joined, Ty's body still hot and tight around him but it wasn't too much while neither of them was moving. "I may have to order some stuff online," he said cheekily. "I hope I didn't destroy your good ties." He could think of a thing or two (or three) that would make this more fun the next time they were in the mood to get creative and he knew for sure there wasn't a store in town that carried that sort of merchandise.
Ty grinned wider at that, huffing some amusement even though he believed Jared was completely serious. They could use some real toys, since they both seemed to be enjoying experimenting. Shopping for sex stuff together sounded like fun just by itself, even just online -- another joy of being in a relationship that Ty had never gotten to experience. “We do need some better equipment. But ties? Eh, I got plenty,” he murmured, shrugging one shoulder. “Totally worth it.” He lifted his head to give Jared another soft kiss, then let it fall back again. “Don’t think I’ll be able to lift my arms over my head for a few days though,” he added with a chuckle. “Fuck, I need to stretch more.”
"You let me know if you need any help with that," Jared chuckled though he had a feeling they could never do any sort of yoga together, he'd be too dog horny around Ty to even try. These days it was better to exercise apart. He pulled out and moved to flop down on his back next to Ty, keeping their arms touching even as he let the rest of his body cool. "We still need to go to Bangor sometime and have a blast. Could do the shopping offline if we actually go." He still wanted to but they had taken time off very recently to go to Texas and they didn't often get time off at the same time. Still, it was nice to imagine going away again and he had a feeling they'd have a blast in a sex shop together.
Ty rearranged his legs once Jared had vacated the space between them, giving little hip stretches here and there. His body felt a good sort of tired -- fucking fantastic, in fact. If they both weren't such a mess, he would’ve been happy to roll right over, snuggle in close to Jared, and go to sleep. Nobody liked waking up sticky, though. He hummed his agreement and moved his fingers to tangle lazily in with Jared’s. “On some magical weekend when we have both days off together,” he murmured, his tone indicating how likely he thought that was. “We do, though. Hopefully soon.” He opened his eyes and looked over at Jared with a faint smile. “I love you. Even when you’re abusing your authority.”
"I'm starting to think you love me extra when I abuse my authority at you," Jared teased him and he didn't want to think about how unlikely it was that they'd make it out of town together anytime soon, thinking about sex with Ty was far more fun. "I didn't push it too far, did I? ...or not far enough?" He was curious about Ty's feelings on all of this, it could be hard to suss out just how far he wanted to take things while they were in the middle of it all though Jared thought they'd been doing pretty good so far.
Ty wanted to give that some actual thought, so he did, humming slightly as he considered how he’d felt in the moment. From the other side of an incredible orgasm, it all seemed pretty fucking fantastic. “Definitely not too hard,” he said, smiling a little again. “I think I can take a bit more roughness -- enjoy a bit more, I mean -- but it was damn near perfect.” Ty arched a brow at him. “What about you? You were into it all?” Jared hadn’t been the one getting spanked and fucked hard and mean, but Ty wanted to make sure he actually liked being on the dominant end of it, and wasn’t just doing it for Ty’s sake.
"Yeah," Jared all but laughed because he thought it was pretty obvious. "I mean I wouldn't if I didn't know you liked it but yeah, it's hot as hell. You make a good prisoner." He tittered again at the understatement because good really didn't cover it. Ty was hot as hell all bound and squirming, but then he was hot no matter what. The bondage definitely added a little spice there though and Jared was a little surprised just how into it he was.
Ty chuckled softly. “Funny how that works, huh,” he murmured. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought he would be into either, but here they were. He supposed it just went to show how powerful chemistry was. He and Jared could probably get into some weird shit together and enjoy every second of it, just because they were so in love. It was the warmest security he’d ever felt with anyone. He let the silence settle for a moment, then sighed. “Shower time. You comin’?”
"Yeah," Jared replied warmly. He did want to just lounge there and be sleepy and comfortable with his man but he also knew he would feel better after they got clean. As soon as he was up he figured they might get some clean sheets while they were at it since he felt weirdly energized after shaking off the slumbering urges so they'd get a really good sleep in tonight. He held out his hand for Ty to get up too, more for moral support than any sort of actual physical one, then grinned at him as he pulled him to his feet and close to his chest. Now if nobody called them for an emergency the next day, this night might just have been perfect.