Fight (25 page)

“
Mmph
… C’mon…” Nathan got his cock clear of Fury’s mouth and bent to claim Fury’s lips with his. They finished stripping, and Fury scooted to the head of the bed. Nathan rested on top of Fury, determined to memorize the sensation of Fury’s lips against his all over again, and he was reluctant when he broke it off. He leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the cuffs. “You ever…?”

“No,” Fury said, stroking himself.

Nathan stared, mesmerized, at the slide of dusky skin over the head of Fury’s dick. Nathan was going to suck the life out of Fury the second Fury was bound. “’Kay. Then these…” Nathan found focus. “I’ll fasten these so you can reach the straps. You don’t like it, you can get out of them if you can’t wait on me to do it, all right?”

Fury nodded and held up his wrists. It wasn’t until Nathan was folding the strap over on the first cuff that he recalled Fury’s past and lack of experience, and Nathan bit his lip. Sure, Fury’d be able to get out of the cuffs if he wanted to, but Fury hadn’t done this before, was trusting Nathan an awful lot here. Fury might be a powerful man, but Fury was also a man afraid of dark rooms because memories could find him.

Looking over his shoulder, Nathan clucked his tongue and kissed Fury’s cheek before climbing off the bed. Nathan shut the bedroom door and set the police lock he’d installed when Fury had moved in with him. There was another one on the main door into the apartment too. At first, Nathan had some concerns about how long it’d take to get out in case of an emergency, but they were on the ground floor and could get out a window if they had to, and likewise, help could get in that way too. It was safe enough, and it helped Fury sleep at night.

Once the bar was set bracing the door, Nathan went back to Fury, satisfied that at least Fury would feel more secure. But Fury was breathing faster, fists clenched, and Nathan felt the faint flutters of panic.

“Hey…” Nathan started, but Fury grabbed him, wrapped around him, and kissed neck, shoulder, jaw, and anything in reach. Nathan held on and repaid Fury in kind, and he began to tell Fury to forget everything but being together, because Nathan wasn’t so sure the bondage thing was a good idea. He was terrified he’d fuck something up, and Nathan’s hell was disappointing the man he’d missed too much to measure or to admit.

But Fury loosened his grip, picked up the other cuff, slid it around his own wrist, and fastened it. He reached up and grabbed the headboard, which was made of ash wood and full of holes and slats created by an intricate curlicue pattern. Nathan didn’t ask if Fury was sure, but he took his time sitting up and sliding his hands along Fury’s triceps and forearms. Nathan thought he should say something, but no words would come, so he kept his eyes on Fury’s, watching. The cuffs had a short clasp that could hook them together, and Nathan latched it behind a decorative peg. Nathan’s heart hammered, but it eased when Fury’s shoulders sagged onto the pillow beneath him, and Nathan bent to share a kiss.

Fury’s soft sounds started when their tongues were tangling, and Nathan had a few seconds to think about all the shit Laura used to do to him when Nathan was in Fury’s position. He tried to remember his favorites, the stuff that drove him nuts in all the hot ways, and he kissed a line to Fury’s ear. He bit the lobe, sliding his hands over Fury’s chest and belly, both to touch and to steady himself. He had to take a deep breath, and the words were shaky, but he got them out. “How’s it feel?”

“Good,” Fury murmured, head to one side. “With you, it’s good.”

Nathan’s fist found Fury’s cock. “Better?” he asked.

Fury lifted his hips to meet Nathan’s hand. “Yeah… Nate… Could you…nipple…like I…”

Words usually came easily to Fury in the bedroom. It was the one place they did flow freely for the man, and Nathan loved that, but Nathan loved making Fury lose the ability even more. “You want this?” Nathan asked, fingers finding a nipple and pinching, tweaking, pulling, while his other hand kept stroking.

Fury’s answer was a harsh breath and a sound akin to an eager croon. Nathan shuddered. “God, I love the noises you make.” He tortured the nipple with a deeper pinch and tug, and Fury kept singing for him, getting louder.

“Makes it feel like…I’m all yours,” Fury murmured.

“You are.”

Fury’s eyes closed, and tenderness tried to stop Nathan’s heart. It was always easy, being with Fury. Bound or unbound, done or doing, Fury was Nathan’s bliss.

Nathan nipped Fury’s ear, did the thing where he traced cartilage shapes with the tip of his tongue, and Fury shivered from head to toe. The cuffs rattled against the headboard, and for a crazy instant, Nathan thought he was going to lose it just from that sound and the sight of Fury’s muscles bunching to fight the binding.

“Hale…you’re…” Nathan faltered, so he swept downward and replaced his flicking fingers with his lips. The nub between his teeth was hard, and Fury tensed when Nathan put pressure and suction to it. Nathan came off with a slow lick, and he shifted up again to hover over Fury’s mouth.

“What?” Fury murmured, trying to draw Nathan into another kiss. “I’m what?”

“You’re fucking gorgeous is what you are,” Nathan said on a sigh.

Fury’s eyes widened in a quick flash, and his lashes fluttered. He strained his neck, arching up, and Nathan met him halfway. For long moments, there was nothing but lips, teeth, suction, and the long, full strokes Nathan put to Fury’s cock. Balls to crown, twist, a little faster, a little harder, and Nathan only moved away from Fury’s mouth when the urge to taste him overrode all else.

“Nate…
mmnh
…oooh…” Fury groaned, and Nathan’s palm smoothed along Fury’s flank. Fury’s entire form danced with the sweeping touch, and Nathan let go of Fury’s dick to drag both hands from Fury’s armpits to hips. Fury’s head went back, mouth open. Disbelieving, greedy moans filled the air, and Nathan rethought his initial plan.

Instead of going directly for the blowjob, Nathan made it his business to touch and caress every inch of his bound lover: thighs, calves, a squeeze to feet and exploration between toes that earned him a smile, and then upward, over hipbones, abs, underarms, and shoulders. Nathan was wary of faded bruises, but he dug fingers into the places that he knew were always sore, massaging. “Hale,” Nathan muttered, more to himself, so he’d know this was real and happening, but loudly enough for Fury to hear. “Fuckin’ perfect… Hale…”

Fury dug his heels into the bed to arch into Nathan’s hands. His eyes were closed, forehead bunching with faint frowns, though whether that was in frustration or fascination, Nathan couldn’t know. Fury gasped and groaned as though Nathan had never laid a finger on him before. The tones were yearning, almost mournful and pained, and Nathan had never imagined or seen anyone or anything so hypnotically beautiful in his life. He was so aroused he could practically count his pulse with his cock, but if he was hard, Fury was harder. Fury’s length rested against his belly, throbbing with the roll of muscle and body as though blindly seeking relief from the air itself.

Nathan gave Fury’s dick his mouth instead. Nathan laved a wide line from balls to frenulum and sucked Fury between his lips. Fury cried out, the stunned appreciation easy to hear, and he pitched into the sensation. Nathan had to work fast to meet Fury’s driving rhythm and get Fury deeper. He ringed the base, stroking, and shoved Fury flat onto the bed, putting weight across Fury’s legs.

“Yeah, God… Fuck… Suck me… Oh…
Yeah
…” Fury babbled. He sighed and hissed, tension rippling through him and leaving him melted under Nathan, who timed his pace to Fury’s breathing. Nathan worked himself with his free hand and had to stop before it became too much when Fury got louder and started trying to break the headboard.

“Nate…fuck me…” Fury drew a sharp inhale. “Oooh…get in me… Sh-shit…”

The commands lost something in their dreamy huskiness, and Nathan kept blowing Fury until Fury’s legs jerked and jumped instead of tensed and released. He came off with a suck at the slit, moaning at the drops of precum he licked off his lips. Nathan planted a hand on the bed, got the lube and condoms off the nightstand, and spied a length of chain in the open bottom drawer.

Nathan glanced at Fury, thumbed a damp nipple, and Fury’s soft grunt was all Nathan needed. He went for the chain without too much thought, and he dropped the rubber-tipped nipple clamps on the covers. Nathan didn’t like giving pain and only liked it up to a certain point on the receiving end. Discomfort, on the other hand, was fucking incredible, and it was often what he needed to stave off orgasm long enough to make playing last. Nathan didn’t know if the technique would work for Fury, but judging by the way Fury licked his lips and nodded when Nathan was back between Fury’s knees, Nathan thought Fury was willing to give it a go.

Nathan moved forward so his thighs were under Fury’s and his cock was rubbing against Fury’s balls and taint. He kissed Fury and stayed there, right next to Fury’s face, and they watched each another as he set one of the clamps to Fury’s chest.

“Do it,” Fury whispered.

“Want it?” Nathan asked, matching volume.

“Yeah,” Fury breathed. “
Nngh
, yeah…”

Nathan squeezed the rubber ends open, pressed deep so the clamp would get nipple and surrounding skin, and slowly let it pinch. Fury bared his teeth but otherwise made no sign or sound of pain. When the clamp was on, Fury took a deep breath, and it rattled out with a high note that called to Nathan’s cock, made it beg Nathan for attention.

“Too much?” Nathan asked, already tipping to the other side to get the second clamp ready.

Fury shook his head emphatically from side to side, and Nathan brushed Fury’s hair out of his face. He clamped the other nipple, let Fury adjust for a second or two, hazy-beautiful below Nathan, and then Nathan sat up and tugged on the chain.

Fury’s eyes went wide enough that there was a solid ring of white around the darkness. He looked up at his hands, caught in the cuffs, and ducked his chin to look down at his torso and Nathan. Fury’s face crumpled, lips pressed tightly together, and he pulled his knees up to his chest. “C’mon…c’mon…” Fury chanted, a low rippling murmur laced with quiet grunts of need.

Nathan shifted so one of Fury’s feet was against Nathan’s shoulder, and Nathan didn’t remember picking up the lube or slicking his fingers, but evidently he had, because when he probed Fury’s entrance, he smeared dampness, and when he pushed a single finger inside, it was smooth and easy.

Heat flexed around Nathan, and Fury scowled. “Don’t…not fucking fingers… Don’t finger me.
Fuck
me. Want…”

Nathan cut Fury off by adding another finger, probing deep, and getting his other hand around Fury’s cock. “I know what you want,” Nathan said, searching, shifting just so and knowing he hit pay dirt on the pressure when Fury stiffened and wrenched at the headboard. “And I’ll give it to you, I swear…” Nathan kept the angle and rocked his hand, still tugging at Fury’s dick.

“Shit!” Fury cried, high and gritty and louder when Nathan didn’t let up with either hand. “Sh-shit! Nate!”

Nathan stopped when Fury’s body had turned into bowed steel, and he released Fury’s shaft so he could pull on the clamps’ chain. Fury bellowed, and Nathan bent to lick again at the head of Fury’s cock, fingers still in Fury and sliding in and out. He didn’t have the words to describe how much he loved seeing Fury curled and hard and sweating and murmuring for more. He craved it, needed it, couldn’t fathom being the son of a bitch lucky enough to be allowed to see it. And Nathan knew once he got his cock in Fury, it’d be over too damned soon. He wanted to last, wanted to give Fury a pounding that didn’t seem ever to let up, so he stalled and he kept fucking Fury with his fingers and alternated between stroking and sucking. Any time Fury’s yells and curses took on the telling hint of urgency, Nathan backed off, slowed down, returned to touching Fury anywhere but Fury’s dick.

“Oh God,” Fury panted after the fourth round of nearly missed orgasm. “
Nngh
…oh…God…” His head lolled from side to side, his eyes were at half-mast, and Nathan paused when he saw Fury was feebly trying to undo one of the cuffs.

Withdrawing, Nathan got there first, ripping the Velcro apart on one wrist and then the other. “Hey,” Nathan gasped. “You oh—”

Fury hugged Nathan to him, burrowing his face against the crook of Nathan’s neck and shoulder. One arm and both ankles locked across Nathan’s lower back and ass, and Fury pressed them together, rolling and sliding. Nathan caught friction on Fury’s hip, moaned, and when he couldn’t reach the condom, he got a fist around both their cocks, instead. Fury gasped and bit Nathan, a whimper escaping him. Once the first was set free, more followed. Nathan fumbled until he got his knees under him. Finding balance and disengaging enough to see what he was doing, Nathan found the condom, tore foil, and roll-snapped the latex in place. He kissed Fury, spilled lube over himself, and Fury cried out into Nathan’s mouth as Nathan slid inside. Fury clung to Nathan, inside and out, and Nathan had enough leverage to piston-slip-slam into Fury. Rhythm set, lips locked, chests sliding, and bodies striving in a sweaty race to the end, Nathan ceased to be Nathan Alone and became Nathan with Fury.

Jerking himself off, Fury urged Nathan on with his legs and with the hand on Nathan’s neck. At some point, Nathan opened his eyes, saw Fury flushed deep maroon and lost to pleasure, and the battle not to get off became a full-fledged war. He growled and got a grip on the chain digging into his skin between them. He gave it a yank, and Fury bucked hard enough to make the headboard creak and knock into the wall. He met Nathan’s gaze for a split second before climax claimed him. Fury got off with a rush of air that might have been a silent wail, but his lips smacked closed, and he gasped through his nose with wave after wave of dampness spilling and soaking them both.

Fury’s grip eased, Nathan sped up, and he rammed into Fury’s pulsing heat. Nathan didn’t know he was bellowing against Fury’s shoulder until he choked on a dry throat.

“Come,” Fury gritted into Nathan’s hair. “Nate…God… Come in me. Come hard. C’mon…”