[Max would happily submit to hours of praises, moans, and hair-pulling alone. However, tonight he's not the one submitting.
A greedy smile curls his lips when he sees what Peter has chosen. A pleased noise of approval rumbles in his throat. He takes his sweet time drawing his mouth off of Peter's throbbing cock, delaying his reply back along as possible.]
It is my job to be prepared. The question is...
[With sensuous grace, Max pushes to his feet until he's towering in front of Peter. He takes those cuffs and considers them and then Peter with hungry eyes.]
Are you prepared?
[His entire demeanor has shifted... Oh, yes. He has become the master now. And the sinister smile on his lips promises dark pleasures ahead.]
[ Even if he's not the one submitting that doesn't mean Peter's going to keep quiet about the praising. Unless Max decides to gag him, of course, something that wouldn't be meet with little resistance. Peter did say that he will be good for him. And frankly, if he had known before that just the view of the handcuffs would get that reaction from Max, he would have suggested it.
He whimpers at the hot glide of Max’s tongue over his skin after that greedy smile, marveling at the slick, wet heat around his cock that is just shy of being too tight. Fingers dig into the mattress, rumpling the sheets, and then he's lying back to allow Max to tower over him further. He could lose in the want and determination of those eyes and Peter replies with a broken voice. ]
Oh, yes. Hell, yes, Max. [ He can’t wait to have the brunette grinding his hips against his ass, filling him up until he forgets where one ends and the other starts. Peter tilts his chin back, showing the column of his throat and waiting for Max to do the next move. He has the guts to smirk at him and wrap a leg around the man's hips to pull him closer. ] Are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk all night?
[The pull of that leg against his hips draws a brief laugh out of Max, before he remembers the role he's supposed to be playing.
He tsks and grabs Peter's head by the hair in one quick motion, faster than he looks like he should be able to move. Now he leans in close, mouth hovering over Peter's exposed throat, reminiscent of the way a vampire might hover before plunging in for the bite. But Max holds back, his breath tantalizing and hot against his captive's skin.]
Keep giving me lip like that and I'll make you wait as punishment.
[With more quick motions, Peter will find himself stripped of any remaining garments. Max wants to see leather gleaming against bare skin. Peter does look so good in leather after all.
With that done, Max captures Peter's wrist one then the other. His grip is incredibly strong as he drags then down into position. If Peter decides to put up any resistance, Max will press his body weight down to keep him still. But Max suspects by the way Peter's voice breaks that he'll be a good boy.
Once the cuffs and leg straps are all properly buckled, Max uses one finger to check their tightness, like checking the girth of a horse's saddle. When he finds it satisfactory he sits back a moment to admire his work.]
[ There's nothing wrong about laughing with your partner during sex, Peter considers it the proof of a healthy relationship. Of course, Max getting all bossy on him is just as welcome, if no more.
That sounds like the opposite of a punishment to me, just saying.
Sorry, Max, Peter ever learns and he quite likes to have people pinning him down. It should be obvious enough in the way his cock twitches, curved over his lower belly. But he's quiet and obedient after that, mesmerized at how fast Max moves and briefly wondering if he isn't missing something and the brunette is actually more than human. He's met people with enhances reflexes before, it wouldn't be a shock.
Peter arches his back when Max finger brush over his skin, squirming a little in anticipation. Tilting his head, he meets the other eyes when Max takes a moment to just watch. His pulse kicks up a notch, Max has a perfect view of how much Peter wants him and while he could be self-conscious about this he just feels wanted. And absurdly turned out too, so he whines a little because Peter has never been very good with patience. ]
[The whine in Peter's voice makes Max's own cock twitch with anticipation. His erection strains against the fabric of his trousers, begging to be set free.]
Don't you worry. I'll give you what you want soon.
[He runs a hand over Peter's thigh, ending with a reassuring pat. Then he steps away so he can unfasten his own pants. He pulls them down, along with his boxer-briefs in one quick motion. Out swings his erection, standing proud. Now Peter can have a good look at what he's in for. Max's last name isn't Maximum for no reason. His uncircumcised member is quite the generous sight to behold. All the more reason to make sure Peter is good and ready.]
Think you can handle all of this?
[He reaches for the lube and applies an ample amount to his fingertips. He holds his finger up for Peter to see, as forewarning, before beginning to lightly stroke around the outer ring of the man's ass hole. But he's still only teasing for now, with light presses. He wants to hear Peter whine some more.]
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A greedy smile curls his lips when he sees what Peter has chosen. A pleased noise of approval rumbles in his throat. He takes his sweet time drawing his mouth off of Peter's throbbing cock, delaying his reply back along as possible.]
It is my job to be prepared. The question is...
[With sensuous grace, Max pushes to his feet until he's towering in front of Peter. He takes those cuffs and considers them and then Peter with hungry eyes.]
Are you prepared?
[His entire demeanor has shifted... Oh, yes. He has become the master now. And the sinister smile on his lips promises dark pleasures ahead.]
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He whimpers at the hot glide of Max’s tongue over his skin after that greedy smile, marveling at the slick, wet heat around his cock that is just shy of being too tight. Fingers dig into the mattress, rumpling the sheets, and then he's lying back to allow Max to tower over him further. He could lose in the want and determination of those eyes and Peter replies with a broken voice. ]
Oh, yes. Hell, yes, Max. [ He can’t wait to have the brunette grinding his hips against his ass, filling him up until he forgets where one ends and the other starts. Peter tilts his chin back, showing the column of his throat and waiting for Max to do the next move. He has the guts to smirk at him and wrap a leg around the man's hips to pull him closer. ] Are you going to fuck me or are we going to talk all night?
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He tsks and grabs Peter's head by the hair in one quick motion, faster than he looks like he should be able to move. Now he leans in close, mouth hovering over Peter's exposed throat, reminiscent of the way a vampire might hover before plunging in for the bite. But Max holds back, his breath tantalizing and hot against his captive's skin.]
Keep giving me lip like that and I'll make you wait as punishment.
[With more quick motions, Peter will find himself stripped of any remaining garments. Max wants to see leather gleaming against bare skin. Peter does look so good in leather after all.
With that done, Max captures Peter's wrist one then the other. His grip is incredibly strong as he drags then down into position. If Peter decides to put up any resistance, Max will press his body weight down to keep him still. But Max suspects by the way Peter's voice breaks that he'll be a good boy.
Once the cuffs and leg straps are all properly buckled, Max uses one finger to check their tightness, like checking the girth of a horse's saddle. When he finds it satisfactory he sits back a moment to admire his work.]
Now, isn't that a pretty picture?
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That sounds like the opposite of a punishment to me, just saying.
Sorry, Max, Peter ever learns and he quite likes to have people pinning him down. It should be obvious enough in the way his cock twitches, curved over his lower belly. But he's quiet and obedient after that, mesmerized at how fast Max moves and briefly wondering if he isn't missing something and the brunette is actually more than human. He's met people with enhances reflexes before, it wouldn't be a shock.
Peter arches his back when Max finger brush over his skin, squirming a little in anticipation. Tilting his head, he meets the other eyes when Max takes a moment to just watch. His pulse kicks up a notch, Max has a perfect view of how much Peter wants him and while he could be self-conscious about this he just feels wanted. And absurdly turned out too, so he whines a little because Peter has never been very good with patience. ]
Max...
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Don't you worry. I'll give you what you want soon.
[He runs a hand over Peter's thigh, ending with a reassuring pat. Then he steps away so he can unfasten his own pants. He pulls them down, along with his boxer-briefs in one quick motion. Out swings his erection, standing proud. Now Peter can have a good look at what he's in for. Max's last name isn't Maximum for no reason. His uncircumcised member is quite the generous sight to behold. All the more reason to make sure Peter is good and ready.]
Think you can handle all of this?
[He reaches for the lube and applies an ample amount to his fingertips. He holds his finger up for Peter to see, as forewarning, before beginning to lightly stroke around the outer ring of the man's ass hole. But he's still only teasing for now, with light presses. He wants to hear Peter whine some more.]