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If the request confuses Ace, he doesn't show it. He just shrugs and snags one of his candles off his desk, tossing it to Travis. Travis catches it easily, glad he had shoved the rope in his back pocket. Ace would probably catch on if he saw it. At the very least, he’d be suspicious.
Making a mental note to be nosy tomorrow and ask Carter if he knows what's up with Matt and Ace suddenly being friends, Travis heads back to his bedroom. He grins when he finds his good boy in the exact same spot as before, his cock flushed and hard, precum leaking out of the slit.
"Ah, poor thing," Travis muses, not feeling sorry at all. He's a sadist - give him a break. "Were you a good boy? Did you keep your hands to yourself?"
Carter exhales shakily. "Y-yes, sir."
"Was it difficult?"
"A little, sir…"
"I have something to help with that. Show me your hands, wrists together."
A moan falls from the boy's lips when he catches the flash of cord in Travis's hands. He raises his arms quickly, blue eyes flashing with lust and excitement. There's not an ounce of fear. The fact does all sorts of crazy things to Travis's heart.
"Let me know if this starts to itch or hurt, okay? This isn’t exactly what this stuff is meant for.”
Carter licks his lips, eyes glued to the cord as Travis winds it. "Yes, sir."
"Did you miss rope, sweetheart?"
"Lots, sir."
"My little rope bunny." Travis ties off the cord with a knot that is secure but will be easy to undo if necessary. Then he grabs Carter's hands and tugs up just enough to indicate what he wants. Carter obeys easily, only a little clumsy as he pushes to his feet without the use of his hands. Travis steadies him before guiding him over to the bed. "Up and on your back."
Once the boy is stretched out all pretty on the bed, he manhandles his limbs until his knees are hooked in his elbows, his thighs forced up against his chest. Travis pushes them out to the sides so Carter's bound hands are pulled taut, his nipples open for some fun and his cock peeking out, hard and leaking. He looks utterly helpless, his hands unable to move and his legs pinning his arms in place.
“So pretty,” Travis murmurs, bringing a fingertip to one of Carter’s ankles and slowly trailing it along the curving path of his body. “I have a surprise for you. Something we've never done before."
Carter's breath hitches when Travis pulls out the candle and lighter. He sets the candle on the bedside table and lights it, smiling when he sees how transfixed Carter is by the flame. "We'll let that warm up while I warm you up."
"W-will it hurt?" Carter asks, his eyes still locked onto the candle.
"Yes. A little." Travis starts to roll Carter's nipples with his thumbs, wanting to get them nice and hard. The boy gasps, finally tearing his gaze away from the candle to look at Travis with wide eyes. "You'll take it for me though, won't you, sweetheart?"
Carter whimpers as Travis punctuates his question with matching pinches to the boy's nipples. "Y-yes, sir."
"Such a good boy." Travis moves forward, dropping one hand so the boy's left nipple is left untouched. He keeps playing with the right one as he lowers his mouth over the left and licks it. Carter's back arches as he chases the touch, the prettiest sound falling from his lips. Travis wants more, so he starts to alternate between licking, biting, and sucking him until the little nub is puffy and red. Then he moves on to the other side, bringing his hand back up to keep the left one company as his mouth begins on the right.
"S-sir," Carter whispers. His hips are moving erratically like he wants to hump Travis for relief but he's fighting it. Probably because he knows Travis would stop him if he tried. "Sir, please."
"Please?" Travis asks, feigning confusion. "Please what?"
"I - they're - oh fuck." He shakes his head when Travis bites down a little harder than before on his right nipple. "Sens-sitive sir. T-too much."
"Oh sweetheart." Travis chuckles as he moves to grab the candle. "You have no idea. But do you trust me?"
He hesitates. It's only a second. Barely enough to notice, if Travis didn't know him so fucking well. Then, "Yes. I trust you, sir."
Between the hesitation and the slight shift when he says sir, Travis figures it out. Just like in the compound, Carter doesn't trust him, but he trusts sir.
Travis forces himself to accept it - for now. He'll work his ass off later to show Carter that every part of him - especially sir - is still him, but they can continue as is for now as long as sir has the boy's trust.
"Sir," Carter whispers, looking unsure. Probably because Travis just hesitated, and for a lot longer than Carter had.
Travis takes advantage of the pause to ask, “Color?”
Carter relaxes. He even smiles a little. “Green, sir.”
