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Felinus meant every word of his promise about slowly taking Issac apart. Issac knew that Felinus had a lot of tricks up his sleeve to short-circuit his brain until all he could do was moan and let the man bring on wave upon wave of pleasure. That much had been clear back in the warehouse. What hadn’t been clear was just how deep those sleeves went or how seemingly limitless Felinus’s patience was to drag out each touch and stroke to drive Issac deeper into the high of climax until it was like being in a fog.
He imagined that Felinus used that same patience with his work. He had more or less confirmed being an Italian version of a Reaper, and Issac had seen the state the “rat” had been left in while Felinus did God only knew in the office. If Issac could think, he’d wonder if there was an overlap in the pleasure Felinus got doing his work and in bed. But he couldn’t think, and unlike the other night at the warehouse, he couldn’t blame fear and hunger for the fog that filled his brain.
The fingers inside of him were just the beginning, making Issac ache for more. When he had tried to wrap his hand around his cock, its tip dripping, the fingers left all at once leaving him empty and squirming for their return.
Felinus’s strong hands wrapped around his wrists, pulling them behind his back even as he pulled Issac forward. He could only watch in disbelief as Felinus sat up against the headboard, pulling Issac to him and maintaining eye contact as his tongue swiped over the beads of precum. He could only whimper as Felinus’s lips wrapped around him. Without ever looking away, Felinus moved his mouth to the base at a tortuously slow pace, keeping Issac’s wrists locked behind his back so he couldn’t do anything. Issac had given plenty of blow jobs in his life, he had admitted that, but he had never received one before.
He had a new appreciation for the number of men that had begged him to look at them while he sucked them off. Felinus’s hazel eyes felt like they were staring into his soul, somehow seeing everything Issac kept locked away from the world. That should have scared him. He had been hiding for so long that he had convinced himself that he didn’t want anyone to see him at all, let alone the parts he kept hidden. Instead, he felt a thrill. He wanted Felinus to puzzle him out, to find all the dark corners Issac had hidden away and drag them out into the light bit by bit.
He had already succeeded in part. Issac had never told anyone in his own words what had happened that Friday, had believed he would die without anyone ever knowing about it or his reasons for starting in the first place. And Felinus hadn’t cared about it. No, he had cared, not about the sex work, only about what those men had done to hurt him. Knowing he was a Reaper, Issac wouldn’t be surprised if one or more of them found themselves in metal drawers.
The mouth came off of him with a slow press of tongue along the vein of his length.
“We aren’t done yet, baby boy,” he promised, still holding Issac’s wrists as he flipped them both over again to settle between Issac’s thighs.
“Please,” Issac moaned, wrapping his legs around Felinus’s hips to try to move him closer. He needed to be filled. He needed to feel Felinus in him.
“Such a needy topolino,” Felinus teased, leaning over Issac but not letting himself be pulled in. Teeth brushed against Issac’s throat, drawing out another of those whining moans he hadn’t known he was capable of making before Felinus. “Be a good boy,” he breathed into Issac’s ear as he let go of his wrists to remove the legs around him with ease, “and don’t move and I’ll give you a reward.”
A spark of defiance cut through the blissful fog that had taken residence in Issac’s brain and he twisted as his arms wrapped around Felinus’s back to dig nails into the skin to drag Felinus’s mouth back to Issac’s.
Felinus groaned as they locked into the kiss, seeming to momentarily forget his orders as he arched and rolled his hips into Issac, rubbing their cocks together.
Issac gasped as his wrists slammed into the pillows without warning. He felt himself smile as the taller man glared down at him, feeling as if every cell in his body was vibrating. He couldn’t ever remember feeling as alive as he did at this moment.
“You are just begging to be punished, aren’t you,” Felinus growled, his hazel eyes no less piercing as they had been when he sucked Issac’s cock, devouring him with nothing more than a look, then darting to one side where their clothes had been tossed away. He leaned forward and kissed Issac with a fierce passion, clouding Issac’s mind again as he struggled to do anything in retaliation for the onslaught of tongue and teeth that invaded his mouth.
Then all the weight and warmth was gone, leaving Issac gasping up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath, vaguely aware of a jangle from somewhere in the room.
Felinus returned with another sudden kiss, taking what breath Issac managed to get back in one swipe of his tongue and bite of his teeth as he pulled him off the pillows and up to his knees.
In short work, Issac’s wrists were back behind him and the almost familiar fabric of Felinus’s tie held them in place. Felinus himself knelt behind Issac on the bed, letting his naked body press into Issac’s but sitting tall so nothing lined up the way Issac wanted. A hand wrapped around his throat and jaw as they faced the windows, the lights inside and out just the right combination so Issac could see their reflections, how Felinus’s runner’s frame dwarfed Issac and the looped shape in his free hand.
“I’m not going to hit you, baby boy,” Felinus breathed into Issac’s ear when Issac stopped breathing for a moment. Smooth leather brushed against Issac’s thigh, first one then the other, just missing his aching cock. “You can’t handle that right now. Maybe in a few months, once you are stronger, we can explore those punishments.” The belt rested against the base of his sack and the edge scraped along the underside of his cock.
He whimpered as his cock lifted under the pressure of the leather, Felinus’s grip and positioning making any movement impossible.
“But I don’t need to hit you to punish you,” he growled, letting the belt catch and pull on the point where the shaft became head. “Don’t look away from the window. I want you to watch every second of this.”
Issac did watch, watched every shift of leather move across his skin as Felinus teased him by alternating the pressure. He had told the truth: he never used the belt to strike Issac. Somehow that was more torturous when the leather left him suddenly then pressed back against his skin without the sting he knew it could leave. An aching filled him the longer Felinus made him watch those teasing strokes, every nerve begging for more as he squirmed on his knees and twisted his wrists, the knots done in a way that he couldn’t even get the pressure he craved from them.
“Bitte,” he whimpered, hearing his voice crack as he begged. “Felinus, bitte.”
The belt paused, somehow the worst thing Felinus had done to tease him so far and he pleaded again, trying to find something to press into.
“Are you going to be my good boy,” Felinus growled into his ear, pressing his fingers into Issac’s neck to lift him straight.
“Yes,” Issac moaned, “please.”
“I want to hear you, baby boy.” Felinus shifted behind Issac, the belt leaving his hand, and picked something else off the bed. The cracking of a cap being flicked open coming from somewhere around their hips as Felinus continued. “Don’t you dare try to hold back a single sound. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Issac swallowed as Felinus shifted again and he felt something hard, and long press against his slicked hole. “Yes, sir.” He cried out as the head entered him in one smooth push, moaning louder as the length sank into him slowly and finally filling the emptiness inside of him. He could still see them in the window, see how Felinus lowered himself to line up with Issac even when he was sitting as high as his kneeling position allowed, how the other man rolled himself up into each stroke to hit every nerve inside of Issac, drawing out another moan or cry. It wasn’t long before Issac found the rhythm to meet Felinus halfway, the wet smacking of skin joining Felinus’s heavy breathing and Issac’s growing voice.
Vaguely, Issac was aware that it wasn’t just moaning that came out of him. He was still begging, begging for more, to go harder, deeper, calling out Felinus’s name.
