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Papers were spread over the coffee table in front of Ryland, lesson plans he was trying to rework before the next school year began. His glasses were hanging off his chin and his hair was sticking up from the amount of times he’d run a hand through it. Normally, with his self-imposed deadline coming up, he’d be at his own apartment, free of distractions, but he’d been convinced to spend the week in LA. More specifically, he’d been convinced to spend the week with his boyfriend. His very distracting, very needy, and very persistent boyfriend.
That persistence is the reason why said boyfriend was currently kneeling at Ryland’s feet, hands bound behind his back, drooling around a gag, slowly grinding against the leg Ryland had pressed between his thighs. His head was resting on Ryland’s thigh, eyes unfocused as he mindlessly pressed into the fingers curled in his bleached hair. Silk blue rope was crossed over his tan chest in a pattern that accentuated his pecs and shoulder muscles. The gag had a tongue depressor attached that kept him from talking, though that hadn’t been an issue since they’d hit the 5-minute mark. From then on he’d devolved into noises, then blissful silence.
An hour had passed since Ryland had trussed his boyfriend up like a present waiting to be unwrapped and he’d been done with his most pressing work for about half that time. In fact, he hadn’t been doing anything for the past ten minutes and Tom hadn’t noticed. Maybe it was a little mean, but he liked seeing his boyfriend dumber than usual. Besides, they both knew his limits and Ryland had shears nearby just in case. The hand in Tom’s hair pulled a bit, angling the man’s head back so Ryland could meet his gaze, and moved his leg away from Tom’s hips. All it got out of the man was a muffled whine, and a few hard blinks that did nothing to get rid of the haze in his eyes.
Ryland gave him a pitying smile, his hand leaving his hair to cup his cheek instead. “I’m all done sweetheart, you have my full attention.”
Tom leaned his full body into Ryland’s hand, forcing Ryland to hook his other hand through the ropes to hold him up. The increased tension pulled another whine from Tom’s chest and Ryland couldn’t help but laugh. The man leaned into him further and tried to say something, but it came out slurred and unintelligible to Ryland. When there was no response he tried again, a spark of frustration and confusion in his glazed eyes. His jaw worked around the bit in his mouth and he almost went cross eyed with concentration as he tried to speak again.
Feeling a shift in the ropes as Tom tried to free his hands, Ryland patted his cheek to draw his attention again. “Stop it Tommy, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
He moved to the edge of the couch and braced Tom’s shoulders with his knees, just in case. He slid his hands around and undid the gag. Slowly removing it and rubbing gentle circles into Tom’s jaw, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his slack lips. “There you go, free to use that pretty voice of yours.”
He worked his jaw a few times before giving Ryland a dopey smile. “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetheart.” He cradled Tom’s face, thumb stroking over his tanned cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty.” He looked up at Ryland through his eyelashes.
That drew another laugh out of the teacher. “Not quite what I was looking for, Tommy. Why don’t you try again?”
He watched the actor’s brow furrow as he searched for the right answer, practically seeing the gears in his head try and fail to turn. After a few seconds of silence, Tom looked at him with a pout and a wordless whine as he nuzzled into Ryland’s hold.
“You were so eager to speak earlier, what happened?”
Tom shook his head, closing his eyes.
“Oh, it’s alright sweetheart. You’re just used to being a pretty face, huh? Not much opportunity to use that head of yours.”
A miserable little nod. Ryland let out a soft breath through his nose as a wave of arousal rushed through him. It was intoxicating, having super star Tom Ryder on his knees. A man that, a year ago, was out with a new girl every other night. A man that people around the world still thought of as the perfect example of an ‘alpha male’. Ryland wondered what they’d think, seeing him like this. Dumb and pliant under the hands of his boyfriend.
He took another moment to admire the man before hooking both hands under his bound arms and gently tugging him up. Tom protested and stumbled a bit, his legs shaky from how long he’d been kneeling at Ryland’s feet. Together they made it to their bedroom and Ryland sat Tom down, standing over him as he began to undo the ropes. As soon as Tom’s hands were free, he hooked them loosely around Ryland’s waist and buried his face in his shirt. He nearly melted at the gesture until he felt the subtle rocking of the man’s hips against his legs.
“And here I thought you were being sweet.” His hand gripped the hair on the back of Tom’s head and pulled back, revealing a pitiful look and eyes starting to fill with tears. “What’s the matter?”
“Wanna touch you.”
“Oh, there’s that voice.” Ryland tightened his grip, drawing a broken moan out of the man. “You want to touch me?”
“Please.” Tom nodded as much as he could.
“Hm… lay back.” Ryland released his grip on his hair and pushed him back until he was sprawled across the bed.
Following, Ryland threw a leg over his hips, lifting them slightly when Tom tried to grind against him. “Not yet, sweetheart. We don’t want you to get hurt, do we? What would your fans think?”
It was a dirty trick that had Tom writhing and moaning underneath him, trying to grasp his hips with limp hands. Ryland leaned forward and grabbed a bottle off the nightstand, brushing a kiss over Tom’s lips as he did. He opened it, putting a good amount of oil on Tom’s chest, watching as the man underneath him drew in a short breath at the sensation. Ryland started humming, massaging the oil into Tom’s arms and chest, keeping himself just far enough away to leave Tom grinding against air.
“Doesn’t that feel good? You were probably so sore, you stayed like that for nearly an hour.” Ryland grazed his thumb over Tom’s nipples, relishing in the gasp and the new tears that sprung forth to his eyes. “You did so well for me.”
“Ry… please.” Tom keened, tears finally starting to slip. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart? I can’t read your mind.” He thumbed over Tom’s nipple again, letting his hips fall just a bit at the same time so Tom’s boxer-clad cock slid against Ryland with the barest pressure. He slid his hands up to pin Tom’s wrists before they flew to his waist. “Use your words.”
“Please, Ry. I want- I need to fuck you. Need to touch you. Please, baby. Please let me.” Tom moaned, struggling weakly in Ryland’s hold. His eyes were bright with tears.
Ryland hummed. He kissed Tom one last time before standing up entirely and starting to undress. It didn’t take long, he’d been in sweats and a t-shirt since he started working, but when he had his back turned there was a muffled gasp that made him look over his shoulder. Apparently he’d been taking too long as Tom had slipped one hand under his boxers while the other tried to muffle his noises. Ryland finished pulling his clothes off and crawled back on to the bed, watching the guilty look on Tom’s face as he slowly pulled his hand away. “I thought you wanted me, sweetheart.”
Tom nodded frantically, reaching out for Ryland. “I do, I do. I swear. Baby, Ry, please. I want you.”
“You were being so good before, maybe I should get the cuffs.” Ryland ignored him, biting his lip as he pretended to think it over.
“Nonono- wanna touch you. Don’t need them, I’ll be good. I’m sorry- please Ry. I promise I’ll be good.” Fresh tears started spilling down his face as Ryland hooked his fingers under Tom’s boxers and slowly pulled them down, watching his cock spring free.
“Look at you, so needy. What would people say if they saw the great Tom Ryder, their perfect action hero, begging like this?” Ryland cocked his head, sliding up to straddle him again. He ran his hands over his chest again, admiring the tanned muscles. “Do you think they’d find it pathetic? Or maybe they’d find it hot. A big, strong man, brought to tears by nothing but a little teasing.”
Another keening moan slipped past Tom’s lips and his hands finally grabbed Ryland’s hips. Ryland could feel him shaking with effort underneath him as he resisted thrusting up and grinding against him. “If only we had an audience, we could find out.”
Ryland pressed a kiss to Tom’s jaw, nipping at it with a smile. He grabbed the discarded bottle of oil and put some more on his hand, reaching back and slipping two fingers into himself with a moan. He’d already been wet so they slipped in with relative ease as he scissored them, fucking back on them so the tip of Tom’s cock brushed against his entrance. A third finger followed soon after, but he quickly pulled all three out and used the hand to guide Tom’s cock to his hole, slicking him up with the remaining oil. Tom whimpered under him as the head pressed in and Ryland started pressing kisses to his chest.
He takes Tom inch by inch, moaning and gasping praise into the room until he’s fully seated. Gently rocking his hips as he adjusted to the feeling, he takes in the blissed out expression on Tom’s face. A face still wet with tears, eyes still a bit glazed over. Perfect. Nothing like the cocky actor he usually presented himself as. It wasn’t often that Ryland got to take him apart like this, so he relished in it when he could. “You’re being so good for me. So patient. No one knows how sweet you really are. Everyone else gets Tom Ryder, they don’t get to see my Tommy. My sweet baby.”
“Yours, baby. All yours.”
Smirking, Ryland leans forward, letting Tom slip out just a bit to see him pout and feel his grip tighten. He bites at Tom’s bottom lip, kissing him and up his jaw until his lips brush his ear. “Why don’t you show me then?”
The actor groaned and flipped them both. Ryland laughed as his back hit the mattress, one arm clinging to Tom’s shoulder and the other threading through his hair as Tom began to bite and suck at his neck. Laughter soon gave way to loud moans as Tom began fucking him in earnest. Ryland tightened his grip and pulled Tom up for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and heavy pants into each other’s mouths. He moved his hands under Ryland’s thighs and pressed until they were flat against his chest, practically folding the teacher in half and making him scream. Slipping a hand between them, Tom found Ryland’s clit and started rubbing circles around it in time with his thrusts, searching for approval as he did.
“So good, baby. Feels so good. Keep going.” Ryland panted into his mouth. He could feel his orgasm building in his stomach as he bit and sucked on Tom’s lower lip, drawing a moan from the other man. “So close, you’re doing so well.”
Tom redoubled his efforts. Thrusting harder into Ryland, angling his hips just right until- Ryland let out a loud moan as his orgasm crashed into him. He clenched down around Tom as if trying to take him deeper, feeling the gush of slick rushing out of him. The sounds of Tom fucking him got more obscene. Wet and messy, accompanied by Tom’s own whimpering moans. Ryland’s nails dug into Tom’s back, scratching hard enough that it was sure to leave marks for them to find in the morning. Tom continued to fuck him through it, now chasing his own release. Burying his face in Ryland’s neck to suck more marks into the skin there. Each thrust brought out mewls of pleasure, even as it started to give way to overstimulation.
“Perfect baby- you’re doing perfect. Fucking me so good.” Ryland slurred, letting the swear slip past his lips as he pulled Tom up for another kiss.
That was all it took as Tom whined, gasping Ryland’s name as his hips stuttered. He thrust harder, sloppier, trying to fuck his cum as deep into Ryland as he could. Even after he’d finished, his hips kept making small, aborted movements like he just couldn’t help himself. It made Ryland smile and he used both hands to grab Tom’s face, making the man meet his eyes. He still had that blissed out look, a dopey grin taking over his face. His usually perfect hair was sweaty and sticking up in odd ways. He pulled back, gently slipping out and letting Ryland’s legs fall away from his chest.
“You did so well for me.” Tom nodded in fucked out agreement. “Do you want a reward?”
The man nodded again, his eyes widening. Ryland smiled, and pushed him down, sainting eye contact the whole time. Tom slipped between his thighs, hooking Ryland’s legs over his shoulders, and stared at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“Go ahead sweetheart, clean up your mess.”
“Fuck Ry-“
His voice was ruined as he dove between Ryland’s legs, licking into him. His tongue lapped up the slick and cum that was spilling out of Ryland before fucking it all back in, moaning at the taste. One hand covered his mouth while the other threaded into Tom’s curls, pulling him closer. Ryland knew Tom loved doing this and he was more than happy to provide the opportunity. He was pretty sure Tom would eat him out for hours if he let him, sure that he wouldn’t stop until he’d made Ryland cum more than he ever had before, his chin dripping with it. His tongue flicked over Ryland’s clit a few times before he brought it between his lips and sucked. Ryland dug his heels into his shoulders, biting his fist as he moaned around it. Tom looked at him from underneath his lashes and hummed, the vibrations making Ryland gasp and rock his hips into it. He dropped the hand covering his mouth and gripped Tom’s head with both hands, rocking against him more firmly when Tom moaned. From here, Ryland could see him grinding his hips against the bed and it brought a smile to his lips.
“Having fun?”
Tom nodded as much as he could. Moaning as he suckled on Ryland’s clit. Two fingers slid over his folds, collecting what had spilled before fucking it back into him like he’d done with his tongue. The new intrusion pulled a sharp cry out of Ryland as his thighs squeezed tight around the man’s head, shudders wracking through him as he came again. Tom didn’t stop sucking at his clit, even as Ryland weakly pushed at him, and soon a third finger was fucking into him as well. It didn’t take long for him to pull a third orgasm out of him as Ryland moaned and felt more and more slick and cum dripping out of him.
Only after he’d been fucked through the aftershocks did Tom come back up, and though they were still slightly hazy, his eyes were clearer than they’d been all night. Ryland glanced down and saw a wet spot where he’d been bumping the bed and laughed weakly.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hey, Ry.” Tom collapsed on top of him, smiling. “Thank you.”
“I feel like I should be thanking you.” Ryland wrapped his arms around Tom, gently massaging the man’s shoulders. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m perfect.” Tom muttered from where he’d pressed his face into Ryland’s neck. “I’m more than perfect. I could stay like this forever.”
Ryland huffed out a laugh. “How about a few more minutes and then we both get up to shower?”
“Together?” Tom’s voice was a bit smaller than before, more unsure, and Ryland knew the usual rush of insecurity was starting to hit him.
“Of course, sweetheart. Always.” He tightened his grip on the man, hugging him close and pressing a kiss to the side of his head, feeling the building tension drain out of him once again.
In a few minutes he’d pull them both up and into the shower. He’d change the sheets and let Tom cling to him as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. They’d fall into bed and curl up in each other’s arms. The next day they’d fall back into their roles and they’d both be content. But for now, he let himself drift, holding Tom close as they ignored all expectations and responsibility.