Page 93 of Sidhe
“Better hurry…or I might start without you.”
A snort replied, and then Sasha made a triumphant noise and told Nathan to close his eyes. “I know you’ll love this, but it might take a little convincing first.”
Nathan considered peeking when he heard Sasha approach the bed but figured he’d just go with it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his body from tensing when he felt soft cloth cover his eyes as Sasha started to tie something around his head. ThenSasha snatched up one of his arms to tie soft cloth around his wrist too.
“Uhhh…hang on here,” Nathan said, tugging his hand away. “I thought I mentioned once that I didn’t really like the idea of being tied up. To date that has only ever been a bad experience for me, usually coupled with psychos trying to kill my brother. Or me. Orboth. So…”
“Nathan,” Sasha said soothingly, “I’m not about to leave you tied up just so I can run across the hall to kill Jim. Or you. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.”
“Sure I have,” Nathan protested. “I’ve tied up plenty of chicks, or done the blindfold thing. But, ya know…not the other way around. Let’s think of something else. Or just the blindfold. I could handle just the blindfold.”
Sasha took Nathan’s wrist gently this time, but firm enough that he wouldn’t let Nathan go when he tried to tear it away again. “You said you trusted me, so trust me,” he said softly, his weight on one side of the bed making it dip just slightly. “I’m not into any hardcore pain equals pleasure, Nate, you know that. This is about putting complete trust in someone else, giving yourself over to me and knowing that I only want to make you feel good. Is that really something that scares you?” His voice was humored not offended.
Nathan struggled to switch gears for Sasha’s sake and let his wrist go limp in his hold. “Geez, man,” he mustered a smile, “where are the cuffs if you wanna tie me up? Are these scarves?”
Laughter bubbled out of Sasha as he began once again to tie a cloth around Nathan’s wrist, then tied the other end to the bedpost, stretching Nathan’s arm up behind him. “Handcuffs cut into the skin. Scarves don’t.”
“I’m pretty sure I could get out of this if I really wanted to.”
“That’s part of the point,” Sasha said. He took Nathan’s other wrist and tied it to the opposite bedpost. Then his weight left theside of the bed. “Well, I’m gonna run downstairs for a midnight snack…”
“Not fucking funny,” Nathan said warningly. He was pretty sure he would break both bedposts if Sasha really tried to pull that.
“Kidding,” Sasha chuckled, climbing back onto the bed along Nathan’s left side, trying very valiantly, it seemed, not to touch him. He slithered up against Nathan’s side, his breath dusting Nathan’s ear as he whispered, “If you wanna stop, just tell me, but I really think you’re going to love this.”
Nathan shivered in anticipation. It wasn’t so bad really, the sensory deprivation. He couldn’t see, his arms were tied spread eagle to either bedpost, but he had full range of his bottom half, and he did trust Sasha, so much.
Sasha was quiet beside him though, not touching him, just that closeness, the feel of Sasha’s body heat, the way the mattress dipped on that side of the bed. Nathan didn’t know what Sasha was doing, but he imagined Sasha casting his gaze over every part of his bare skin. This was the first time either of them had been fully naked with the other since they switched.
Did it pain Sasha to see Nathan like that, an incubus, the markings clear and imprinted along his hips? Nathan quickly shook that thought off. He didn’t want this to be about grieving. They’d had enough of that.
“You’re so damnsexy,” Sasha growled, almost sounding like his old self, his voice rumbling low, as the tips of his fingers began to trail very lightly up Nathan’s leg. That light touch became the harsh drag of fingernails up to Nathan’s inner thigh before becoming light again.
Nathan quaked as Sasha’s fingers dusted over his hips, straight up his torso past his ribs. Then Sasha trailed back down the other side. Even though Nathan was prepared for it this time, he still trembled when Sasha got to his thighs, thenails digging in deeper right on the edge of grazing Nathan’s throbbing erection that was starting to get far too hard to not be attended to.
“I haven’t even started yet, Nathan,” Sasha said breathily, as if he could read Nathan’s thoughts, or maybe he could see it on Nathan’s face, how he was already wound so tight.
It was the strangest thing because Nathan could already feel it—he wasfeeding. He felt his own pleasure from it, but it was Sasha’s pleasure, pleasure just from having Nathan like this, bound and wantonly under his thrall, that set Sasha on fire and had Nathan reeling from the echo of it. Nathan wanted to reach out and touch in return, find the proof between his lover’s legs, but he couldn’t, and really he didn’t have to because he couldfeelit. He had Sasha so turned on just by agreeing to this that feeding from him tasted likehoney.
As Sasha’s hands continued lazy trails along Nathan’s body, always growing firmer when passing close to Nathan’s hips and thighs, but never quite touching Nathan where he wanted, he found himself trembling. Sasha leaned in close and licked his tongue along the rim of Nathan’s ear, his breath hot and shuddery. Nathan turned his head to swipe at Sasha’s jaw, maybe get a good bite of the soft sinew of Sasha’s neck, but Sasha pulled away with a tsk.
Nathan could feel how wet he was already, a trickle of pre-cum sliding down his length that he imagined Sasha lapping up with a long, slow swipe of his tongue. He moaned at the thought.
“What do you want, Nathan?” Sasha asked all hushed and seductive in reply.
Nathan tried to shift toward Sasha. “Touch me, damn it,” he growled. “Reallytouch me. What are you waiting for?” But Sasha’s body pulled away from Nathan just enough so that he couldn’t reach anything no matter how much he shifted Sasha’s direction.
“Shh…Nathan, you’ll get what you want,” Sasha promised, his body still too far away, but then his lips were suddenly rightthere, kissing Nathan with bruising ferocity, Sasha’s tongue cloying for Nathan’s with flits and swirls that made Nathan’s mind think instantly of how those movements would feel somewhere much lower on his body.
“Sasha…” Nathan mewled when Sasha’s kiss continued down his jaw and neck. All the while, Sasha trailed his fingers, low along the markings on Nathan’s hips, nails scraping up his thighs again, until Nathan was whimpering for any kind of touchbetween his legs. “Please,” he finally moaned, hips arching fully off the bed and slamming back down impatiently. It would be so easy to rip the scarves or even break off the bedposts, but Nathan couldn’t deny he was enjoying this.
He could feel the constant flow of sexual energy growing, feel all of Sasha’s emotions and pleasure in having Nathan spread before him. Nathan understood now why Sasha wanted this; the trust they shared and how Nathan as an incubus could feel it more fully; he didn’t want to break the spell. But damn, he really did want Sasha to touch him.
“Please,” he tried again, “justtouch me.”
Every inch of Sasha molded to Nathan’s side, down the length of his body. Sasha’s equally hot, hard, and weeping erection slid across Nathan’s hip as he straddled his thigh and bucked against it, while those same trailing fingers started at Nathan’s navel and went straight down—slow, so damnslow, until finally they got to the base of Nathan’s cock, feathered around to the underside and trailed lightly all the way up to the tip.
Nathan shuddered at how this was even more torturous, because it was what he wanted but not enough, not nearly enough. Sasha’s thumb circled Nathan’s tip, spreading the pre-cum in constant circles, but no more than that, not grabbing Nathan and pumping hard like he desperately needed.
