Syn (androgynoid) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-06-05 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastian, syn |
Friday - December 5th, 2008
Who: Bastian and Syn
When: Night
What: The pair indulge in a night of grown up fun.
Where: A BDSM club in Boston then Bastian's apartment.
Rated: Very NSFW
Syn had promised Will that he wouldn't do the things he had been doing again for a while, but it was difficult for Syn to stay away. There were really only two times in his life that he felt happy, whole, content. Those two times were when he was either in a place such as this one or with the angel. And since the angel has his own life to tend to, Syn had to look after his needs as well. So here he was, yet again, in the seedy Boston underground, with a drink in hand as he weaved his way through the crowd enjoying the sights and sounds. He had yet to decide what he was looking for tonight, but he would know it when it found him. In the meantime, he was feeling good and tingling from head to toe.
Bastian had gotten off work an hour before and he was wired. A rough night in the kitchens mixed with the adrenaline rush he had going and he needed an outlet. Dressed in solid black, he'd grabbed his pack and headed to his favorite dive to relax. It was perfect and almost like a homecoming to be welcomed in again. Once inside the doors, he unbuttoned the shirt midway down his chest and wandered to the bar. Drink in hand, he turned and started scanning the crowd, looking for potentials. There were several here that caught his eye, but one in particular stood out. A familiar face. Sipping on the scotch, he watched, wondering when he'd be noticed.
If there was one thing that Syn was fairly masterful at picking up on, it was eyes upon him. Of course in this place, he felt as though he was almost always being watched. It made the fine hairs on his skin stand up just a little. He had always liked the way that being on display felt. But the feeling at the moment was slightly different, as though the gaze was more focused than the typical bystander. And so blue eyes wandered around the place to spot the source, a small smile curling at the corners of his full lips as he noticed the other man standing at the bar. He thought about it for a moment before abandoning himself to the decision, footsteps carrying him through the crowd to stand at the bar beside him, casually sipping his drink without a word spoken.
Bingo. Bastian noticed the moment the man realized he was being watched. He'd straightened, just a little bit and his eyes moved from casual glancing to searching. Unmoving from the bar, he smiled the moment their gazes collided, even going so far as to raise his glass in a silent toast. Bastian knew that Syn enjoyed being watched and he made sure to check out the presentation, shifting his position to face Syn. Still, he didn't say a word, wanting to push the other man into breaking the silence.
Syn leaned against the bar, the position providing just the right arc of his back in order to accentuate not only the delicate curves of his small frame but also the manner in which his leather pants hugged his ass just so. He noticed that the other man wasn't speaking, and though Syn was used to only speaking when spoken to, especially when someone who would be considered a superior was concerned, he could only stand in silence for so long. And so with a lick of his full lips, and a gaze that gave away the many sordid thoughts that seeing Bastian again brought to mind, he asked in his most innocent and coy of tones, "Long day, Sir?" A free hand moved up to idly toy with a strand of dark hair, a gesture intended to accentuate the fact that he had nothing around his neck and could be available should he have interest.
Syn always did know how to draw attention to just the right places. Bastian let his gaze linger on his ass before sliding up, enjoying the view. "Mmm, that it was." Dropping his eyes to the bare throat, he reached out a hand, stroking the soft skin with a long finger. "Weren't you wearing a collar last time I saw you?" He kept stroking the bared skin, reaching around to cup the back of his neck, claiming him for the night.
Syn could feel his skin flush simply from the way the other man looked at him. "That's a shame." Bastian had one of those gazes that could incite sensations in the sprite's body that some could only ever hope to inspire. "I do believe I was," Syn replied in a near whisper. His eyes fluttered closed, a shiver moving from the base of his spine all the way up to the back of his neck, as that hand cupped around him. Sinking onto his knees at the other man's side, impossibly large eyes peered up at him expectantly.
"It's only a shame if it's followed by a short night." Bastian's lips quirked into a smirk, cool and confident. This was his realm; he knew how to play the game and Syn was an excellent partner if memory served. So responsive. As the man dropped to his knees, Bastian shifted his hand, coming around to cup his chin, a finger sliding over his lips. "I'm currently debating if I want to take you here, or back in one of those rooms." Both had their advantages, but Bastian was leaning towards one of the back rooms. One with an open view so Syn could be fully displayed.
A response would always be given if it was earned, and the mere promise of Bastian taking claim to him tonight was enough to earn him this one. As that hand moved around his chin, finger grazing over his lips, he pursed them to greet it with just the slightest bit of a kiss before he smiled. "You know I won't mind where you take, Master, just as long as you take me." The words were practically purred, suddenly finding himself incredibly glad that he'd decided to come out and play tonight.
Bastian's smile grew, filled with dark, delicious promises. "Come." Tugging on Syn's hair, he pulled the man to his feet then released him, knowing he would be followed. Bastian grabbed his bag and waded through the crowd, heading down the hallway and looking for an available room. Finding one that suited his purpose he stepped inside, tossing his bag against the wall. "Details out of the way first. Anything particular you had in mind for tonight? And safe words are still the same. Yellow to slow down and red or safe-word to stop."
Syn gave a soft whimper in response to his hair being tugged and then moved to his feet quickly. He didn't need to be told to follow. Not even the nearly impenetrable crowd could stop him from making his way into the back behind Bastian. And of course the man was right down to business the moment they'd found a place, Syn nodding at the second part and replying to the first. "Anything. Everything." He just wanted to feel something aside from the feelings that had been building inside of him yet again since the day he had visited here last.
That whimper, sent a little shiver down his spine. Bastian heard it, even in the crowded room because his ears were turned for it. Once business was done, Bastian smiled again, chuckling. "Got a curfew tonight, pet? Or are you Mine?" Moving closer to Syn, he trailed a hand across his shoulders, down his chest and over his back as he walked around, taking his measure. The clothes needed to go. Bastian wanted to cut them off, but he didn't have any replacements on him. Damn.
"I here until..." Syn started to say that he was there until he no longer wished to be. But he caught himself, paused, then recovered. "Until you tell me to be otherwise." He was a grown man. He had no curfew. Ikon may not like it when he stayed out all night, but he certainly wasn't going to stop him. And if he didn't want to be bothered to come and get him whenever he was dismissed to go, then he would just call a cab. But he knew the demon would be there. He always was. Syn followed Bastian with his gaze for as long as his current position would allow, muscles tensing beneath his touch, his heart starting to race with anticipation.
Bastian's brow quirked at the pause, having an idea what Syn had wanted to say, but he nodded at the correction. Much better. Stepping up behind him, Bastian fitted his body to the other's, wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing lightly, just hard enough to start cutting off the breath. "I think you are wearing far too much. I won't cut them off since I'm sure you'll need them to get home," he growled softly into Syn's ear. Squeezing tighter, he released Syn, stepping aside to walk to his bag and starting to pull out a few things. "Read my mind, pet."
A small sigh parted his full lips as the man moved to form his body to his own. The hand on the throat was met with a slight grunt, the smaller man's body tensing in response to the slight deprivation of air. That growl caused him to shudder softly, a bit of a whimper managed to form in light of that tighter squeeze before he was released, left panting softly as Bastian walked away. Read his mind? It took him a moment to regain thought before he did what he could only assume was expected of him. He didn't make a show about it as he removed his clothes, folding them up neatly and tossing them to the side, forgotten and out of the way, the smaller man left naked, pale and smooth skin on display.
Bastian glanced over as Syn was stripping, giving a nod of approval. Very good. "You haven't lost your touch, I see." Coming to his feet, a hank of rope in his hands, he stepped towards Syn, slowly unraveling the rope. "I've been practicing my shibari, and I'm of a mind to see you all tied up," he said with his voice just a bit gruff. Coming behind the man, he tugged his wrists behind his back, wrapping the rope around his wrists and upper arms. If Syn wiggled his fingers, he'd be able to feel just how much Bastian was already enjoying himself.
Syn smiled shyly, a slight flush creeping into his cheeks at the compliment. "Thank you, Master," he said softly, giving a respectful nod of his head. There was absolutely nothing that came to mind right now that could possibly be hotter or make him any harder than the sight of Bastian walking toward him with that rope in hand. He grunted as his arms were yanked back, a breath inhaled and then exhaled slowly to calm his racing pulse. His fingers did wiggle just slightly as his arms were being tied, a soft moan parting full lips, muffled by his teeth capturing his lower lip, in response to what he'd found.
Bastian felt those wiggling fingers and he paused tying long enough to slap Syn's thigh. "I didn't say you could touch yet." To prove his point, he jerked the rope, tightening it on the man's forearms to tug them together. It wasn't close enough to hurt but it would be uncomfortable down the line. He tied his upper arms and then came around front, making a harness over Syn's chest. "Shame I didn't think about that anal hook," he muttered, just loud enough for Syn to hear. When he was done, Bastian stepped back, surveying his work, stepping around to tug on the rope to make sure it was secure.
Syn winced when his thigh was slapped, having to bite his lower lip to keep from grinning but his eyes said it all. It was worth the future discomfort just for that little touch, that little taste. It whetted his appetite for him and only made him want more. He grunted a little in response to the jerk, then only seemed to push his arms even closer together as he worked to further secure him. Eyes grew slightly wide at Bastian's out loud musings, his body giving him away with a soft tremble. He watched Bastian watching him, head slightly bowed, eyes veiled by thick, dark lashes, a flush washing over his form warmly as he thought of how he must have looked in the other man's eyes; naked, tethered, and completely and utterly at his mercy. He could practically get off just thinking about it.
Bastian was glad these rooms were rigged for just about any purpose. Tossing another length of rope over the hook in the ceiling, he brought the other end to Syn. He tied it through the harness and Syn's arms just as a precaution. No sense in letting his play toy drop to the ground after all. Once that end was secure, Bastian started tugging on the other side, lifting Syn off the ground. He didn't raise him very far, only a foot or so, but it meant Syn's body was at the perfect height to be played with. "Legs up," he ordered and as soon as Syn complied, Bastian tied the free ankles into the harness, leaving Syn immobile. Bastian grinned, slapping the thigh facing him and making the bound man spin slightly. "This is definitely a good look for you."
Syn watched, half aroused and half fascinated as Bastian continued to work. Of course he hadn't exactly expected to be pulled up off of the ground. This was definitely different. He wasn't lying when he said he'd be working on it. Legs dangling in the air, not even the tips of his toes able to reach the ground, he hesitated for a split second when he was told to put his legs up and then obliged. This took a whole new level of trust. And while he'd been tied up by Bastian before, it hadn't been quite like this last time, so he was, admittedly, somewhat nervous. His body tensed and he moaned just a little at the slap before he replied simply, "I'm glad it pleases you, Master."
He fully understood just what Syn was yielding to allow Bastian to put him into this position and nothing went unrewarded with him. Coming around into Syn's line of sight, Bastian stroked his cheek, the touch soft, conveying his appreciation. "All you have to do is say the word," he murmured. That Syn hadn't yet pleased him greatly. Bastian decided to take it a bit slow, since this was a newer position. Dipping his knees a bit, he pressed a soft kiss to Syn's temple for a moment then stepped away to pick up the flogger he knew Syn liked best.
And this was precisely the reason why he adored playing with Bastian so much. So many men who liked to call themselves Masters didn't know the meaning of the word. They knew how to use a pet, but they didn't know how to care for them. It didn't take much, not always. Just that touch was perfect. It eased his anxieties completely. And when Bastian offered him the knowledge that he need speak only a word, Syn pursed his lips in a silent confirmation that no word was anywhere near falling from said lips. Eyes never left Bastian once he'd moved from his side, following him closely, when his current position allowed, a breath taken to fortify himself when the flogger came into sight.
Bastian was incredibly pleased to note that Syn hadn't lost his taste for adventure or the willingness to try something new. Warming up the flogger in his hands, gently slapping the black leather lashes against his palm. "Y'know the great thing about this position," he started conversationally, coming over to stand between Syn's spread legs. "Is that it leaves your ass wide open for anything I want." He brought the whip down. It wasn't hard, wouldn't get hard until later when Syn's ass was warm and red. Slowly, methodically, he started working on the cheeks, occasionally striking thigh or a bit harder or a different reaction.
Of course he hadn't lost that. He didn't think he ever would. Syn had always and would always crave something new, something different, something... well for lack of a better term, depraved. Of course he never thought it that way, but he knew that others, others that were clued into his lifestyle, as few as they were, looked at it exactly like that. But for him, this was... the very thing that made this life worth living. The start of the conversation caused the sprite to quirk a brow slightly though the finish made him shudder, and just in time for the slap of the leather flogger against his ass to sent tingles racing up and down his spine. He exhaled a breath, eyes closing before another strike soon followed. He wasn't moaning yet, just breathing, the harder strikes being met with a whimper as his body tensed and began to test the security of his restraints.
Bastian always did like the noises he could pull out of his subs and Syn's were delicious. Filled with eager lust, need and utter surrender. After a few minutes, Bastian started to vary his strikes, giving a hard sharp sting, pausing and following with a few light slaps, or gradually increasing the intensity then breaking it off to leave him wanting. He followed the moans, wanting more. When Syn was panting, Bastian flipped the thongs upward, catching him across the cock and balls lightly, unexpectedly.
Flogging was an art, and Bastian was Picasso. The smaller man writhed beneath him beautifully but he earned every wiggled, every moan, every whimper. Syn bit his tongue at one point to keep from saying the word "yellow", a particularly hard slap sending electrical pulses of pain through his entire body. But he suffered through it, and he was glad for it, because every single stroke of leather against his flesh only ignited his desire that much more. There was nothing like leather, the sounds of it, the smell. When Bastian caught his cock and balls, both by this point more than a little taut, Syn hissed and then shuddered, his hands balling into tight little fists.
"Mmm," Bastian hummed, noticing the reaction. "Someone wants to be played with." Stepping closer, Bastian pressed his jean clad hips against Syn's spread ass, trailing the thongs of the flogger over the man's feet, thighs, ass, anywhere he could reach. While one hand was occupied, the other slipped beneath the bound man, gripping his cock and starting to squeeze. Bastian held his grip just inside the line of pain for a long moment, the shifted down to the sac, rolling and gently squeezing the balls in his palm.
Syn exhaled a shaky breath, an almost shy expression forming upon his face. This was soon replaced with a soft yet lustful look that overtook him as Bastian pressed against him and trailed the soft leather against his form. Every place he touched, goosebumps weren't far behind, and a strangled moan wasn't far behind that as that hand squeezed his cock. Nails dug into the flesh of his palms in an attempt to detract from the pain. He exhaled a breath as that palm shifted down to his sac instead, a soft breath of relief washing over him. He wanted to tell him how much he appreciated his skillful touch, but since he didn't want to speak out of turn, he allowed the response of his body to tell the tale instead.
Bastian kept rolling and squeezing, slowly increasing the pressure, backing off when it became a bit too much. "I've got some clamps and weights in my pack. Interested?" He would have loved the chance to truss up Syn's equipment in various ways. Torture, tease and arouse the man, but he was patient. One thing at a time. Resting the flogger on Syn's back, leather trailing over his ass, Bastian moved back to his bag, grabbing more items to decorate his toy.
Syn's pulse was racing. There were too many conflicting sensations feeding into him at once. Arousal was one of them, for sure, pain and pleasure both. Anticipation was another big one, followed with curiosity. And it was this final feeling that drove the answer that fell from his lips as a whisper, "Yes, Master." All he could hear as Bastian moved to his bag once more was his blood rushing behind his ears, his heart pounding in his chest.
Bastian smiled, giving Syn a quick stroke as he pulled away. When he came back, he used Syn's back as a mini table, resting his tools there except for the two clamps he held in his hand. Kneeling beneath Syn, he winked at the man, knowing he was being watched. Bastian took his time, making sure the clamps were positioned just so, one over each ball before tightening them. "How's that feel?" Each person could take different pressure and Bastian didn't want to cause any permanent damage to Syn's jewels. That'd be a shame and a waste.
Syn was breathing a little fast as Bastian moved behind him, placing a few items down on his back. The only thing he knew for sure that he had were the clamps, intimidating as they were. He tensed a bit as Bastian moved beneath him, that wink sending a soft shudder up his spine. Once he clamped the pressure down, Syn exhaled in a whimper, toes curling as pain surged through him. "It's... fine," he finally managed to breathe out, closing his eyes to focus on just that, just the air going in and out of his lungs, as his body adjusted to the pressure.
Bastian was thoroughly enjoying himself and he flicked the clamps, sending the sac rocking a bit. He waited a moment, giving Syn time to get used to it before grabbing the clamps from his back. They were fairly light, but noticeable. One was hooked into the ring of each, swaying softly as Syn's body shook, tugging his balls away from his body. "Mmm, very nice."
The flick, slight as it was, sent a shudder racing up and down his spine. But bright blue eyes opened to see the other man's face and, knowing that he was bringing him such great pleasure only made every ounce of pressure those clamps could give feel that much more worth it. The addition of weights sent a tingling sensation pulsing from his sac throughout the rest of his body causing his breath to hitch ever so slightly. "Thank you, Master," Syn managed, limits tested but not yet reached.
Bastian never wanted to push beyond the hard limits. Soft ones were made to be tried and broken, but hard? Never. The point of the game was to bring pleasure to both parties, maybe with some pain thrown in for spice and fun. Bastian may have been a Dom and could be cruel, but he was never cold towards his subs.
Reaching up towards Syn's back, Bastian brought down the last tool, making sure Syn saw the way the six inch blade shone in the light. A hand came up to stroke Syn's stomach, admiring the silky smooth skin.
Cruel but not cold was precisely what Syn liked, and the lesson he tried to always impart when playing with someone who was new to the lifestyle and only just getting started. But for every good Dom, there were at least half a dozen who failed to learn that lesson, so finding one who had that balance was something to be cherished.
A breath was inhaled deeply when he saw that blade glistening in the light. As Bastian's hand smoothed over his tense stomach, Syn's eyes locked with Bastian's own, conveying to him nothing short of pure, unadulterated desire for what he knew was to come.
The idea that practice makes perfect was false, Bastian had learned. Practice makes permanent was more accurate and he took pride in knowing the proper way to handle toys, both human and instruments, safely. He'd seen too many people cross the line into dangerous abuse and end up marred for it. He wanted no one under his care to end up in that situation and he took great pains to ensure it. Of course, that just meant he knew what to do, when and how much. Like Syn right now could handle so much more.
Bastian's eyes glanced from the blade to Syn's stomach. Kneeling from below, he shook his head slowly. "This won't do." Since Syn was nearly horizontal, it would make any carving difficult and the swaying could screw up the lines. Palming the dagger, he stood, looking for another length of cord. Pure white to stand out against the black already around Syn. Excellent. Quickly, he caught the rope on another hook, tying it the harness and lifting Syn so he was upright. Once he was anchored to the wall, Bastian came back, eyes even with the man's throat. "Much better."
Syn had been more than fortunate more than just a few times. Not only did he have a very protective demon who looked out for him, he wasn't human, and that made him a little more resilient. If not for both those factors, he would by all means be marred, and on more than one occasion. It wasn't often that Ikon had had to step in, but it was often enough. And this was why he didn't generally play unless he knew the other was nearby, though he had enough faith in Bastian's talents to not be worried.
At the shake of the head and those three simply words, Syn groaned a little. Bastian palming the dagger led him to believe that he wasn't going to give him what he had initially intended. He should have known better than that. He didn't actually see what Bastian had retrieved from the bag though he found out soon enough. His position shifted and he found himself anchored at an entirely different angle, his head going a little light from the change, or it could have been from the anticipation. Bastian was back once more and Syn took a breath, exhaling slow and deep as the weights and clamps tugged at his flesh, his heart picking up pace once more.
Bastian had noticed the way Syn's body had sagged, almost in disappointment. Tsk, the man should have known Bastian better. Never an opportunity wasted, but always at his specifications. Glancing over Syn nod, he nodded his approval, bringing the flat of the blade to tap against the weights, mere inches below the jewels. He wanted to make Syn nervous, to tremble with both desire and fear.
Perhaps he shouldn't have underestimated the other man's power of will, but he didn't know him all that well. Still, that approval sent a flush of pride creeping through the smaller man's form before that anticipation, and slight bit of fear, began to well in the pit of his stomach. His breath caught, body tensing as that blade tapped against the weights, and he remained still, impossibly still, the look in his eyes conveying what words would not.
For the allusion of safety, though being what he was he wouldn't catch anything, Bastian took a moment to slip black non-latex gloves over his hands. Safety first, always and then it was back to play. The metal of the blade was cool, and he pressed the flat of it to the exposed part of Syn's balls, between the bars of the clamp as a devious smirk spread over his lips. He glanced up, watching Syn's eyes as he drew the blade up, keeping it flat against skin. Up over the clamps, along the underside of his hard cock, tapping the head with the tip. Skipping over his stomach, Bastian brought the silver blade up to eye level, resting it against Syn's cheek. If he moved, he'd press into the edge and cut himself. Bastian's eyes darkened with arousal, seeing the silver blade against pale skin.
Syn took a moment to breathe as Bastian moved away to put on the gloves, thankful for the reprieve even if the precaution was unnecessary. But the moment that that cool blade moved back near his family jewels, there was no more breathing. The sprite's entire body was tense beneath that blade though it was difficult to keep himself still in spite of the danger. He wanted to moan, especially as that cool metal grazed his stiff dick. But Bastian did not give him the opportunity, skipping out on the places that he would have risked it for and moving directly from his cock to his cheek. A soft, small, barely there gasp managed to part full lips though thankfully it wasn't enough to push that line.
Up here, Bastian was more willing to take risks. He had a steady hand and was excellent at reading body responses. He dragged the tip of the blade across Syn's cheek, over his jaw and down his throat. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood but it did leave a bright red welt behind. Bastian hummed appreciatively, drawing little swirls over the shoulder and upper part of his chest. Once near the nipple, he drew increasingly smaller circles, knowing if Syn were to arch forward a bit, the sharp edge would slice. Like a hot knife through butter, he wouldn't notice if he was cut until the air hit the wound.
Bastian brought his other hand into play, stroking over Syn's stomach once more and sketching out the letters he'd soon carve. M-I-N-E. He could already see how it would look, in an old style gothic font. Shifting his grip on the knife, he touched it to the skin, pulling and making shallow, bloody cuts right where he wanted them.
Syn, on the other hand, was less willing. His breathing was shallow, through his nose, trying to minimize any sort of movement that taking a deeper breath may cause though he wasn't able to quite hold his breath any longer. But as the blade finally moved from his face down his throat to his chest, he was able to take a few slightly deeper breathes, relieving that slightly heady feeling he was having before the blade moved down to his nipple. Syn whimpered, wanting so badly to arch his body just slightly forward and feel the sting that the air against his flesh would soon after bring, but he bit his lower lip to fight the urge instead, his toes curling in anticipation, the weight and pressure upon his cock nearly forgotten in light of this new anticipation.
The hand upon his stomach caused the smaller man to exhale a deep breath, a shiver racing up and down his spine as those letters were preemptively sketched upon his skin. This did nothing to take away from the sharp hiss that parted his lips when the blade finally met his skin, the sharp pain of the air against the marred flesh causing his cock to quite literally throb as the small man groaned in a state of practical euphoria.
Bastian was taking his sweet time, thoroughly enjoying himself and he could see just how much Syn loved it. He was oblivious to the crowd that was watching through the glass, the moans and groans of appreciation that sifted through the crowd. All of Bastian's attention was focused on his artwork. He'd been sketching it out at home with smooth practiced movements and muscle memory kicked in, making the same markings. Syn was already lovely, but this was making him beautiful. Half of the first letter was done when he paused to glance up, smirking. "Enjoying yourself?"
It took Syn half a second to realize that he had been addressed, his entire body trembling with the effort it took to pull himself back to a lucid enough state to provide a proper response. "Yes," he managed to breathe out, the second word coming a little more slowly than would perhaps be preferable, especially since it was the required respect, "Master". And then he whimpered, his willpower tested just enough that he couldn't stop himself from adding in a mere wisp of a voice, "Please.."
Bastian smirked, knowing just what Syn wanted. "Mm, you'll get it," he murmured absently, letting Syn go back to that blissful haze of subspace. He was thrilled with himself every time he could bring a sub to that level. It took trust on Syn's part to allow himself to be guided there, especially through pain. Not wanting to interrupt Syn again, Bastian focused back on his work, slowly finishing off the M and working on the I next.
His breath came out in a stunted gasp, not exactly in response to what Bastian said but in response to basically the entire situation as a whole. And thankfully he was not so far withdrawn from that place that he had gone that it was difficult to get back to it. By the time Bastian had begun his work on the I, the smaller man was yet again quaking, all concern for the world outside of this moment, outside of his body to be more precise, simply gone as he yet again abandoned himself to every single sensation that Bastian was inflicting upon him.
Bastian noticed that Syn was quaking and paused in his carving. Well that just wouldn't do. He was pleased his efforts were being enjoyed, but not at the expense of his work. Reaching down with his free hand, he tugged sharply on the weights, a reminder. He assumed that where Syn was, the tug wouldn't pull him out but it would remind him of Bastian's presence.
Once still, Bastian's smirk returned, carving out the rest of the letters, in precise detail, adding minor embellishments on each letter. He stepped back, admiring the way red slid in thin glistening trails over creamy skin.
That sharp tug was enough. Syn moaned but then he sucked in a breath and focused himself just enough to make the trembling stop. There was work to be done, after all. And while he could and would still appreciate it, he didn't wish to ruin his Master's work.
As Bastian finished up, the art met with a few shivers that Syn couldn't manage to repress, a random moan or whimper given in appreciation or adulation, Syn could feel a sense of pride rush over him. Granted, it was Bastian's art, his skillful hand that did the work, but there was nothing that Syn craved more than being appreciated, being coveted, and as the other man stood back to admire him, he couldn't help but get high off the rush that came with it.
"Beautiful." The word came out on a breath a shiver going through Bastian at the sight. He felt high, like he'd just done a hit of dust though he knew himself to be completely sober. An evil glint twinkled in his eyes as he glanced over Syn's twitching cock. Mmm, that would sting, but where the man was, it'd probably only add to the pleasure. Knife still in hand, Bastian stepped closer, wrapping his free hand around Syn's length.
That single word sent waves of uncategorical sensation through the tethered length of the other man. His body tingled from head to toe as eyes, glossed over like a man who had had a hit of drugs of the purest quality, watched Bastian in nothing short of awe as he stepped toward him. And as that hand moved to wrap around his length, he grunted, uncertain of what was to come but clear in the knowledge that he wanted it.
Bastian started to stroke him slowly, letting the blood on his glove slick the way for him, gripping Syn's shaft tightly. If he gauged right, it wouldn't take long to have him begging for release. Bastian's eyes roved over Syn's body, unable to stop looking, taking in the art, the beauty, the way Syn's features contorted into a sublime grimace of pain and pleasure. He was in awe and humbled by this man in front of him, as always. His hand continued his stroking, silent praise for Syn's willingness to submit.
One stroke was all it took to issue forth a soft groan from the smaller man's lips. His entire body was on fire, on edge, and it would not take long of that skillful hand, slicked with blood, upon his shaft to leave him in a quivering mess. The air against his belly stung which only intensified the effect that that had was having. Syn twisted a bit in his bindings, the rate of his pulse and his breath steadily increasing, face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. He couldn't stop the moans from coming as his orgasm grew near causing him to whimper in need.
Bastian was still in control, playing Syn's body like a finely tuned instrument. He kept a steady pace with his hand, assured that Syn wouldn't go over the edge without asking permission. Though, Bastian smirked at knowing how much effort it would take to get those lips moving. As much as he was enjoying himself, he had a free hand. Well, a hand with a bloodied dagger. Lifting it, he watched it flash in the room's fluorescent lighting, scraping the tip over Syn's flesh, giving him something to arch against.
And take full advantage of that he did. The blade against his skin only heightened his senses, his back arching against his constraints. He was starting to sweat a little now too, more from his effort to contain himself than from his current state of ecstasy. A few moments longer, a few more quick strokes, and Syn was panting, his voice coming out in broken syllables. "Please... I... Oh... Please... Master..."
"Hmm?" He tossed off the question, acting as if he couldn't notice what Syn was yearning for, practically begging. Bastian drew the blade across his chest in a short line, stopping suddenly. His fingers squeezed and stroked, tightening on the head and jerking enough to make the clamped and weights wiggle. This writhing man under his hands was a sight indeed.
Syn did not have a chance to clarify what he was asking for before a sharp pain pulsed through him and made his entire body tense. It was that that did it, that made it clear that he would not be able to hold out much longer and had to somehow find the strength to ask the question he'd failed to ask properly before. And so he practically yelled the question this time around. "May I please have release, Master?" If he said no, Syn had no idea how he would even begin to handle that.
Syn would hold off if Bastian told him to because he was a good pet that loved to please. Still, he held off answering for the moment, enjoying the firmness beneath his hand, the way the flesh quivered under his glove and against the blade. He touched, stroked, watched. And waited.
Oh God, this was torture! But it was the most delicious kind imaginable. Syn was losing the will, the sheer ability, to even think, to have even a single thought inside his head. But one remained even as all the others left him and that was that he couldn't let go until he was told to do so. As much as his body quaked, as hard as his heart beat inside of his head, as tight as every single muscle in his body became, he couldn't let go. And he eventually went beyond the point of even being capable of making a proper moaning sound, reduced to nothing more than pathetic grunts, whimpers, and what could hardly be classified as groans.
Bastian didn't bother to hide his grin as Syn practically melted; the only things holding him together were the rope that bound his body and the will that bound his own. Stroking his thumb along the vein on the underside of the shaft, Bastian angled towards the side, out of the line of fire. He set his lips to brush against Syn's ear and whispered, "You may." Permission to release, to explode was given. Bastian made sure to pull the knife away so he wasn't accidently injured and aimed Syn's cock at his freshly carved stomach.
Yes, it was only by rope and will that the smaller man was still bound. But that wouldn't last for long. The thumb made his will slip that much further from his mind but he still clung onto it desperately. Granted, punishment for releasing early may not be entirely unpleasant, but the feeling of disappointment that it would leave him with would haunt him. He knew this. It had happened to him before. She those two words were like pure pleasure being whispered into his ear. Syn did not just release, he erupted. And the searing hot pain of his cum against his raw skin as his body jerked only heightened the intensity of an already intense climax.
Bastian growled happily, the sound low and slightly feral as he felt Syn pulse, watch him explode in his hand, writhe against his bonds. Bastian was hard as a rock and high as a kite. Was it any wonder he enjoyed playing with this man? He was so giving, so selfless. Glancing over towards the windows, Bastian saw people applauding, those that weren't too involved in their own scenes.
Releasing Syn's cock, Bastian walked back around front and kneeled. He was going to take his time getting Syn down, letting him come back to earth a bit. The first thing removed were the weights, then the clamps, freeing the bright purple sac between his legs. The ropes were next; Bastian knowing the man had to be stiff and sore.
As Syn's cock was released, it seemed he too was released from some invisible force that had been holding his entire body taut in his restraints. He felt weightless. His entire being tingled. It was like floating. There were no words to compare to the sense of complete and utter euphoria that a moment like this one left him with. Not even flight could compare.
A groan was the first sound to fall from his lips after that intense moment had passed. This came when the weights were removed from his sac. The clamps followed, filling his lungs with a sigh of relief. As the ropes began to be loosened, Syn could feel his weight coming back to his body, could recognize for the first time the stiffness that had settled in his muscles. Each bit of tension that was released from the ropes was met with the same sort of grateful moan that his previous torment had been. He was anticipating the moment his toes could touch the ground again.
Bastian kept an eye on Syn, partly out of concern and partly out of pride. He'd handled himself beautifully and Bastian was thrilled to know he was the one to put that look on Syn's face. It was beyond bliss, beyond peace. Indescribable. Gorgeous.
An onlooker silently came in to help Bastian with the ropes, an offer he accepted and appreciated. Stepping forward, he started to work on Syn's legs, expertly unlacing the knots and gently lowering the limbs. The rope holding Syn upright was released, but Bastian positioned himself to support Syn. He doubted the man could do it on his own. Gradually, he was lowered and Bastian set to work unlacing the harness, and then his arms, ready to catch Syn and carry him to the couch to rest.
The feel of the floor beneath his toes was positively thrilling, but Syn was fully aware that it was the ropes and only the ropes that were keeping him upright. But Bastian, like the good Master that He was, was right there to catch him, to support him, as he was lowered and then released. Syn's small body slumped against Bastian's own as he tried to find his footing but his legs were unfortunately unprepared to cooperate with his mind. "Mmm," the sound fell from his lips before he could stop it. And though he'd not been addressed, he just had to say it, "You are amazing."
Bastian chuckled, dropping the rest of the rope to the floor. He'd chain it and clean it later. For now, Syn was needing care. Leaning down, he scooped Syn under his legs, carrying him to the sofa and holding him in his lap for the time being. The man who'd come in to help walked over a bottle of cold water and a warm, wet towel in his hand. Bastian took the items with a murmured thanks, opening the bottle and passing it to Syn.
Syn had never in his life been more thankful for a good Master and a bystander who seemingly understood. He felt like he was still floating as he was carried over to the sofa to rest, his small body limp upon the other man's lap. The water was greatly appreciated, shaking hands struggling to keep hold of the cool, slick bottle as he raised it to his lips, the liquid like Ambrosia as he drank. He could not recall the last time he had come this unhinged. The first time with Bastian had been close but even close could hardly compare to this.
Bastian settled the towel on Syn's stomach, using his hand to guide the bottle for him. "Easy, small sips for now. We don't need to overwhelm your system." When a better grip was had, Bastian stripped off his gloves, tossing them to the floor. They would go in the proper bin in a moment. Hugging the slightly shaking body close, Bastian gently cleaned him, wiping the blood, spunk and sweat from his body. Glancing around the room, he started making a list of just what needed to be cleaned and disposed of before he left the room, still cradling Syn in his arms.
Syn nodded his head slightly and heeded what the other man said, trying not to get too carried away though he felt completely and utterly parched. Once he'd had his fill of the water, Syn simply closed his eyes, savoring the nearness of this amazing man. His movements were so gentle, thorough, which Syn greatly appreciated. As Bastian gazed around the room, taking mental note of what needed to be done, Syn felt an impulse take over. "Master?" He questioned in a soft voice to gain the man's further attention. "May I please service You?" He was generally so forward, but he felt like he needed, like he wanted, to do something for the other in return.
Bastian glanced down, raising his brows to listen to the question. He was expecting thanks of some sort, but not that. Syn hadn't offered that before and he wasn't quite certain how to respond. He wanted to say yes, the bulge Syn was sitting on was testament to that, but he knew the man was tired. Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss, more a brush of lips really, to Syn's forehead. "You already have," he answered gently. "And quite well." He knew it wasn't the answer Syn wanted. It was just a way to buy him more time, and see how much energy the smaller man had.
Kisses were far more intimate than what Syn typically shared with a person he played with. This was an idea that perhaps the angel had imparted upon him all those years ago. But as Bastian's lips brushed against his forehead, he almost wished that the other man wasn't quite so respectful of the guidelines that had previously been set. He wouldn't have minded all that much after sharing a moment so intense. Small hands pawed lightly at the other man's clothing as he spoke, though made no attempts to push past any of the well known boundaries that his present position held. He did push a little, however, verbally, perhaps slightly curious as to what he could get away with but mostly out of want for a different answer. "i could serve You more," he offered in a small, soft voice.
Bastian quirked a brow at the insolence. He'd given an answer and expected it to be respected. At least he was feeling lenient this evening, given what he'd put the man through. "Only if you want to. I won't be disappointed if you don't." Syn had endured quite a bit over the past couple hours, the marks still tender in his skin. He had to be tired and Bastian wasn't one to put someone beyond their limits. Not too much at least.
The quirk of that narrow brow made the smaller man tense slightly. He knew better than to speak out of turn. He shouldn't have pushed him. But Bastian inspired him like no one had for a very long while and he wanted the opportunity to show him further just exactly how much. But the answer was nowhere near the harsh response he had been expecting, had been prepared for, and a shy smile curled the sprite's lips in response. He wouldn't speak again. Instead he slid, almost quite literally, from the other man's lap onto his knees, this position only enhancing the soreness of his muscles and the burning sensation of the cut marks upon his flesh. And with hands that were trembling, not from nervousness, but from being so near the point of exhaustion, he worked to remove the man's glorious phallus from his slacks.
Bastian loosened his hold so Syn could move, shifting down on the sofa a bit to grant more room to open his slacks. They were more than uncomfortable at this point and he groaned a sigh of relief as the pressure was released. Still, the shaking didn't go unnoticed. He clasped one of Syn's hands with his. "If you're too tired, don't. I'd rather you at your best." Bastian recognized the offer for what it was, a gift, but Syn was by no means obliged to offer one. Bastian would rather have Syn at his best, than to attempt something half-assed.
That sigh of relief felt as though it trickled out from Bastian and washed over Syn as well. He had been wanting to do this ever since the moment he had laid eyes on the other man but as of yet had not been given the opportunity and had not had the courage to simply come out and offer. But a whimper fell from full lips as his hand was clasped, attention immediately going to the other man's words. Was he too tired? That was a question that only Syn could answer. And while he was quite drained from the night's earlier events, he was quite eager to taste the other man as well. The real question was which need outweighed the other, the need for rest or the need for this? The answer given was a silent one. Syn inhaled a bit of strength, driven by sheer will, and pushed up onto his knees for better leverage and reach. With one small hand wrapped around Bastian's dick for guidance, the sprite's tongue drew a line from the very base of the other man's shaft to the very tip of his cock, guided by that thick vein just beneath the surface of the skin. His tongue lolled around the crown of his cock, teasing and tasting the slit before coiling around his shaft like a serpent setting the path for his full lips to follow. Syn never did anything half-assed.
Bastian saw the indecision, expected it and held his silence as he waited. He licked his lips, knowing that he'd be getting off at some point tonight but he'd much prefer the heat and slickness of a mouth to his own hand later on. As much as Bastian played, he didn't sleep around often. Play and sex were two different things and he generally kept it that way. He was about to call it off, Syn's silence beginning to feel like a refusal up until the moment his aching length was gripped, tongue pressed against him. Syn's ministrations pulled a happy groan from his chest, dropping his head back against the cushions so he could recline and watch the tongue slithering over him.
Syn had drawn such lines in the sand in the past, but they weren't quite as firm now as they had been before. He didn't fuck often, but blowjobs were something that was quite often requested and sometimes required of him. So to say that he knew what he was doing would be an understatement. He knew well how to use every part of his mouth, tongue, lips, throat, and even teeth. He knew what to do with his hands to enhance the experience, something which intended to focus on once he'd made a few slick paths up and down the man's cock with his lips wrapped tightly around him and his tongue pressed flush against him. His hands were soft, delicate, and one rested at the base of Bastian's cock, thumb and forefinger holding the thick member upright to grant his lips better purchase. The other hand slid down to palm his sac, gently massaging the tense flesh.
Syn wasn't the only one that had gotten pleasure from him being bound. Bastian was thick with it, little shivers and quakes pulsing under his skin, making him twitch inside the wet heat. Groaning, he reached down, stroking a hand through Syn's hair, determined not to either embarrass himself or underestimate the moment. This was something he didn't require of those he played with and in his mind this was a precious gift to be savored. He didn't bother to sensor his groans or sighs, knowing they'd feed into Syn, doubling both their pleasure.
Oh he was not at all wrong about that. Syn savored every single shiver or quake of the larger man's body. It was like a reward for a job well done. And though he knew just how well he could master someone's dick with his mouth, he appreciated greatly all the little signs that showed him just that. The hand stroking through his hair made Syn tremble, a soft moan vibrating the other man's dick in the tight and wet confines of his mouth. And each groan or sigh that parted the other man's lips only seemed to react like fuel for the sprite, the eagerness of his mouth upon Bastian's cock increasing, the pace with which he stroked him with his lips quickening, and the frequency of his own moans growing.
Okay, so the not embarrassing himself part might be a bit harder than expected. Bastian bit his lip, growling softly and tightening his hand in the silken hair. Syn was good, better than good. Unable to help himself, Bastian started rocking his hips up gently, encouraging more, wanting more.
The sprite took deep and measured breaths through his nose, timing them with the speed of his strokes so as to ensure that his mouth was more than able to accommodate the other man for the duration. His jaw would ache after, of course, but it would be well worth it, this he was certain of. And if he hadn't been certain before he most definitely was when his Master tightened his grip in his hair and began to rock his hips encouragingly. Syn really needed no encouragement, but perhaps this did goad him on ever so slightly because he hunched his shoulders in response, angling his head differently in the process so that he could take the entire length of the other man into his mouth not only deeper but faster. And after a few downward strokes that would nearly gag a less skillful man, Syn wrapped his full hand around Bastian's cock, which was slick from his saliva, and matched the pace of this hand with his lips in the up and down movements, twisting his wrist ever so slightly to add just the perfect amount of friction and tension upon his shaft.
Oh that twist, and the way Syn could swallow him were amazing. Sinful, even. He'd earned his name and every mark on his luscious body this evening. Bastian's pants and groans increased, keeping pace with the stroking. His heart was pounding so hard, he was certain it would burst through his chest. He kept gripping Syn's hair, one hand cupping the back of his neck again, wanting contact.
And then he slowed down. Syn knew that pace was incredibly important and that him slowly down at just the precise right time to switch things up would render entirely different sensations pulsing through the other man's body. His hand moved back down to the base to hold him erect as he then took great care in trailing his teeth up along the other man's shaft. Pressure was key. Too much would hurt and too little would be entirely ineffective. But this was a balance that he had worked diligently to find and shared with the other man as Bastian's hand cupped the back of his neck almost possessively.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word practically pulled from his throat as Syn paid him attention. It was devious, dark and delicious the way the man knew how to play a body, to draw out the desired responses. Like a good Dom, a good sub needed to know how to read body language, to anticipate and do without asking. Syn was very good at what he did. Bastian hissed at the teeth, reflexively arching up into the touch, loving the way it fed into his slight masochistic streak. He tightened his grips a bit, rocking back and trying to force himself to relax.
Oh, a word. There was nothing sweeter than the word almost forcefully drawn from the lips of one's Master. It sent shudders racing up and down Syn's spine which he accompanied with a deep moan that vibrated against Bastian's cock. The response to his teeth was beautiful, amazing, everything he'd wanted it to be, and it was Syn's turn to reward the other, doing so by deep throating him quite suddenly, the smaller man's entire body tensing as the muscles of his throat contracted around Bastian's cock, holding him there until his breath gave out and he retreated with a small gasp.
Bastian rocked with the rhythm Syn had set, sliding in and out of the other's mouth, tremors coursing through him at the feel of lips and tongue and teeth sliding over and against his thick shaft. When he felt himself being swallowed, he gasped and arched up, pressing himself just a bit deeper. Amazing, excellent, and perfect for bringing him just to that edge. Bastian was a big fan of breath play, and Syn was doing everything to feed into his fantasies, bringing him to the edge, hard-pressed not to just release.
Taking a short reprieve to catch his breath, Syn's hand moved back up to resume stroking Bastian's cock. He could think of no better way to occupy his mouth during the time it took for his lungs to recover than to give those taut balls a bit of much needed attention. Dropping his mouth, Syn took one of Bastian's nuts into his warm embrace, his tongue massaging against the flesh for but a moment before lavishing the other with the same attention as he'd given the first. Using his free hand to pull them up and out of the way, Syn then trailed his tongue from just above Bastian's asshole up and over the center of his scrotum.
Bastian spread his legs a bit farther apart when the mouth moved lower to worship the family jewels. He was very glad he had when the tongue went exploring, groans merging with tight breaths in his chest. There was no conscious thought in his mind, just intense focus on sensations storming through him, seizing control.
Syn could opt to spend a bit more time in the more southernly regions, or he could go back to worshipping that lovely member that pulsed so beautifully in his hand. It was a tough decision. But he made it after one more pass with his tongue along the underside of Bastian's scrotum and up over the ridge that ran from his balls to his cock, a path which he readily followed. With a hum of anticipation, he engulfed that thick dick once more, swallowing him down greedily, savoring the feel of him pulsing within his mouth, before beginning to work in short but deep strokes once more, his pace significantly quickened.
Bastian groaned opening his eyes and looking down to see his cock disappearing into the opening provided by full lips that he wanted to bite. Hissing in a breath, he forced his voice to work, noticing the rhythm set. "You want me to cum, don't you?" He grunted softly, feeling teeth catching the underside of his cock and rocking up into it.
Syn gave the only answer that he could, a moan of want against the other man's shaft. But he wanted to earn it, make no mistake. And if he hadn't yet, then he would only try harder. So he deep throated him quite suddenly once more, forcing himself to go as far down as was possible, his nose crushed against the other man's groin, breath coming out hotly against his skin. He intended to hold it this time until his eyes stung from the lack of air, until the light and heady feeling overtook him.
Bastian licked his lips, biting down on the fullness of his lower one, watching, feeling the sound vibrate around him. Syn was earning it. Bastian was fighting with himself not to explode. Being swallowed so suddenly was expected and he bucked up, gripping Syn's hair so his mouth stayed put. "Fuck yes," he groaned, feeling the ripples up and down his shaft. If Syn moved, Bastian didn't know if he could hold off.
It wasn't so much movement that Bastian got, but instead a whimper that was muffled by the cock in his mouth and invoked by the lack of oxygen in his lungs. But with his mouth and throat so tightly around the other man, even that small sound would be felt, Syn's body going slightly rigid from the lack of air though he knew better than to panic.
Bastian gasped, groaned and grew taut under Syn's hands. Knowing that Syn was holding himself there, swallowing just so he could feel it was too much. "Gonna cum," he panted. Syn at least deserved the choice of where he wanted the reward he'd worked so hard for. Bastian hoped that it'd be right where he was, but he wouldn't care either way. "Fuck," he groaned, trying to hold off a few seconds more in case Syn wanted to shift or breathe.
Oh those two words were like sweet music to the sprite's ears. He didn't move, not even an inch, waiting just as he was for his reward. And when it came, he savored every second of it, swallowing down what Bastian had to offer until there was no more. The very instant that he knew for certain that that was all the other man had to give, he pulled away, gasping for air and then coughing a bit as his lungs learned to breathe again and his body decided that it could no longer work. Syn sank down, a slight whimper forming as the freshly carved skin pull and he rested his head against Bastian's knee, panting softly.
Bastian came hard, and more than usual. Work had dug deeply into his play schedule, keeping him from his usual routine. Syn was the one that reaped the rewards and he earned every bit of it. Panting softly, he rested against the sofa, stroking Syn's hair. "C'mere." He reached down, catching the slight man under his arms and helping him to the sofa. Bastian felt the urge to kiss Syn for a job more than well done, but that would cross the line they'd already set. He respected boundaries and knew that was one of Syn's.
"Mmm." The smaller man found himself incapable of words as he was pulled back up onto the sofa and into the other man's waiting lap. Syn was shaking nearly as much as Bastian was, but pleasing someone that much was a rush in and of itself. "Thank you, Master," Syn whispered softly as delicate fingers lightly stroked against the other man's form. He nuzzled into him, the only way he knew how and felt capable of showing his affection right now. If he'd known what Bastian was thinking, he would have welcomed it, but unfortunately Syn was not capable of reading all thoughts.
Bastian tucked the sprite's head under his chin, holding him close and stroking his back as his own body quieted. He felt much better. Relieved and relaxed. "I'd kiss you if you'd let me," he murmured softly. He didn't want to disturb Syn, and the man was free to ignore the comment if he wanted, but Bastian didn't know how else to express his desire without crossing a line.
Now was the time for those such things, relief and relaxation. Syn felt completely content in this moment. The way those letters burned upon his stomach from the strain and the sweat combined with his sheer and utter exhaustion only heightened that feeling. But those words sent this strange feeling of warmth pulsing through him that he could not begin to explain. He was quiet for a moment, though that was only because he was trying to perhaps not seem so overly eager. But after a moment, he shifted so that he could tilt his chin upward to address Bastian as he spoke. "I am yours to do with as you wish." There. Permission granted.
Bastian felt the silence as a heavy weight on his shoulders. He shouldn't have asked, had pushed past the limits and not respected it. He waited for the no and heard...a yes? Glancing down, he searched Syn's eyes briefly for confirmation. A yes. Smiling softly, he dropped his head, brushing his lips over Syn's. Soft, light pressure, taking his time. This was a pleasure granted, and like everything he did, Bastian wanted to savor this to the fullest. He nibbled, nipped and licked until Syn's lips parted and he could start exploring the silken inner lining of his mouth.
If the words didn't fully confirm it, the look on the smaller man's face, the smile both on his lips and in his eyes, would do just that. A small breath was inhaled through Syn's nose, the rate of his pulse picking up ever so slightly. He wasn't quite used to being kissed like this. Most kisses he'd experienced in his life had been rushed or rough or filled with lust. They weren't after the fact, something waited for and something earned. It was almost maddening and yet... the way that Bastian savored the moment was utterly perfect. Syn exhaled a soft whimper as his lips parted, graciously accepting that tongue with his hand clutching softly at the other man's shirt, encouraging but not demanding.
This was something long anticipated by them both and they had all night. There was no sense in rushing it. Bastian knew how to kiss, knew the tricks and the games. He didn't play any of them; he just explored. Enjoying taste, texture, the silken way their tongues rubbed together.
And this was precisely why he didn't kiss. Kissing led to attachment. Already Syn could feel himself growing... sentimental, perhaps. That wasn't to say that he was going to start stalking Bastian or want to intrude upon his real life or anything of the sort, only that he knew who he'd be looking for first and knew that, if he didn't find him or if Bastian had other playmates and wasn't interested in claiming him, he'd be disappointed. And Syn hated that feeling. Ikon was going to be so upset with him. He'd know, nearly instantly, and he could already see that look that he gave him. But he pushed all those thoughts aside in favor of enjoying the moment regardless of the consequences.
If they had been in the midst of a scene, Bastian's kiss would have reflected what they were doing. But they weren't. They were relaxing, reveling in the euphoria brought by a good pairing. So his lips and tongue tasted, lingered, teased. He tasted himself on Syn's tongue, mixed with the man's own musky sweet flavor and it was as heady as carving him had been. With a soft groan, Bastian started to pull back.
But Syn wasn't ready for him to pull away just yet! And so he whimpered softly in response before doing something that was very out of character for him in a situation like this. Before Bastian could pull away too fully, Syn leaned forward to press another kiss against the other man's lips, somewhat demanding but mostly just driven by the desperate need for just a little bit more. And then he realized what he had done and pulled away, his face flushing almost immediately. He started to speak, but he didn't manage to get the first syllable from his lips before he caught himself yet again and clamped his mouth closed. Granted, he was going to apologize for stepping out of line, but even that would be out of line as well.