“You’re sure?” Tom asks, looking down into Zack’s coffee-brown eyes. He pushes his darling’s long, dark curls away from his forehead.

“Mmm-hmm,” he replies, lying naked on the small bed.

Their band rehearsed for hours earlier today. Tom always gets so turned on by Zack when they practice. His erotic energy, growling and screaming their lyrics. The way he contorts his body, becoming a conduit of the music flowing through him. Tom’s face flushes, knowing he and his guitar have that kind of effect on him.

Now, back at Zack’s place, he can’t wait to fuck him. He wants to elicit those same sexy noises from practice.

Picking up his fuzzy, dark-blue robe, he pulls the belt from its loops.

“Ok, then. Ready?” he asks again, climbing in next to his sweetheart.

“Ready!”

Wiggling with excitement on the soft, stained, white sheets, Zack lifts his hands above his head.

Late evening sun shines in through the blinds, illuminating his smooth skin. The orange glow creates long shadows on the contours of his naked body.

Tom grins at him.

“Ok. Tell me anytime if you’re not into this. I promise, we’ll stop.” His boyfriend reassures and gives him a quick kiss.

“Yep.”

Zack watches his love reach up and tie his wrists together, not too tightly but enough to keep them from separating. He takes the other end of the fuzzy belt, loops it around the metal bedframe and knots it securely. Zack has enough room to move around, but he can’t get up or use his hands.

“Good?” Tom asks, caressing his fingers down his sweetheart’s chest.

“Yeah.” Zack tugs on his restraints to test them.

“Can’t get out?”

“Nope.”

“Perfect.”

Tom leans over and kisses Zack’s lips. Snaking in his warm, wet tongue, he opens his love’s mouth. Licking at him eagerly, he tastes his salty, fleshy tongue. Sucking on his plump, round bottom lip, the vocalist sighs beneath him.

Tom shifts his weight, now sitting on top of Zack’s hips. He slowly caresses his boyfriend’s chest and shoulders. With calloused fingertips, he leisurely outlines the shape of his smooth collarbone.

Tom nuzzles his nose into his love’s armpit, breathing in his love’s familiar, peppery scent. When he licks at the sparsely growing fuzz, Zack jerks and twists away.

“Eep! That tickles!”

“Sorry, babe.”

He kisses his darling’s neck, dragging his lips under Zack’s rough, stubbled jaw. Sucking tenderly on his throat, he hears him moan beneath him. Goosebumps spread out over his tender skin, creating tiny dots of texture under his lips.

Tom feels his sweetheart’s cock growing hard. His hips press up into him, telling him he wants more contact, more stimulation.

“You like this?” Tom coos in his ear. “You like being tied up? Helpless? With me in control?”

“Yesss…” the singer hisses, twisting his arms and bucking his hips faster.

“Good.”

Tom moves away and sits on the end of the bed. Zack looks at him, eyes confused.

“Hey… um… where’d you go?” He yanks on the dark-blue tie restraining him.

“Oh, just taking a break…” Tom says, his voice completely nonchalant.

He gets up and strolls over to Zack’s bookshelf. Picking up ‘253’ by Geoff Ryman, he flips through the pages. “You ever read this?” he asks, holding the cover up for Zack to see. “Looks weird. Any good?”

Zack just stares back, too aroused and confused to respond. Tom puts the book back, this time finding a copy of Henry Miller’s ‘Tropic of Cancer’. “Oh, now this is a good one!” he announces. “Read this one back in college…” He grins, scanning the back cover before returning it to the shelf.

“…Tom?” Zack croaks out behind him.

“Mmm?”

“Um, come back? Please?”

Tom looks at his darling, wrists crossed and bound above him. Under long lashes, Zack’s dark eyes plead with him. His cock is erect and pulsing, hovering over his belly. The purple head protrudes out from his foreskin, wet and glistening with pre-cum. Tom’s eyes widen, utterly enraptured.

He gets back in bed, snuggling up to his love. He kisses his boyfriend’s soft neck and he melts under his touch.

Zack’s hips rise and fall again, needing more contact, specifically on his dick. Tom puts a hand on his hip bone and presses it down firmly. “Not yet,” he instructs, sucking on the vocalist’s earlobe.

He whines in frustration, yanking at his ties as hard as he can. The soft bonds dig into his skin, creating an erotic, painful pressure.

Sweat forms on Zack’s forehead and Tom laps up the salty droplets before they can sting his eyes.

He softly glides his thumb over Zack’s nipple, then gently pinches, hearing his sharp inhale. He runs his hands down his chest, waist and stomach, achingly slowly. He strokes his palms over his legs, lingering and unhurried again. Caressing his inner thighs with his fingertips elicits a gasp in response.

Then he stops.

He goes to the bookshelf again, scanning the titles and announcing his favorites.

“Hmm. Let’s see. ‘Native Son’, ‘The Fifth Child’, Marx & Ingels, Malcom X speeches…. oooh, ‘Metamorphosis’! Read that one when I was seventeen! ‘Anarchist Cookbook’, ‘The Feminine Mystique’, ‘I Know This Much is True’- oh, I love that one! Mmm, ‘Persepolis’, Octavia Butler, Edward Said, ‘Yertle the Turtle’. Damn, you got a pretty good collection going here!”

Zack whimpers and tugs at his bonds. He stares at his love with both lust and exasperation. “Ok, I’m coming back,” Tom says, getting in bed.

The guitar player continues this cycle again, alternating between caressing him, then starving him for touch. He spends time grazing his hands everywhere; except his boyfriend’s dick. Then he stops for a bit, withholding all affection, only to start kissing and stroking him again.

Zack feels so incredibly hard. Tom still hasn’t touched his prick. He tries to buck his hips up again but Tom steadies them back down.

“Mph… Tom… please …,” he breathes out.

“Mmm? Please what?” Tom asks innocently. His fingers trace the groove where Zack’s thighs meet his ass.

“Please… touch me… touch… my cock… please?” Zack’s voice is breathy and desperate.

“Not yet,” Tom repeats and kisses him, pressing firmly on his lips.

He slowly licks down his love’s warm chest and soft stomach, kissing each of his hip bones. He moves to his belly, gently sucking on the skin next to, then under his cock.

Zack shimmies and jerks from the ticklish sensation. Tom continues down with his tongue. Avoiding his cock again, he licks up and down his inner thighs.

Zack sighs. He is desperate for orgasm. His dick is impossibly hard, so swollen, it aches.

He yanks his wrists roughly against the fuzzy belt. The soft ties dig in deeper, cutting into the already bruising skin.

Tom abruptly leaves him alone again, sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s only done this a few times but it seems like at least a hundred to Zack.

“T- om!” he pants, frustratingly struggling against the soft strap restraining him.

“Mmm?”

“You’ve been teasing me forever!” he exclaims.

Tom chuckles and grins back at him. “Seriously! I’ve been hard for, like, hours!” Zack’s voice cracks from desperation.

“Oh honey, it hasn’t been hours…” he coos. Going back to him, he runs his hand down the singer’s chest, trying to soothe him.

“You know what I mean!” Zack yells in exasperation.

“Ok, ok, I know…”

Brushing his sweetheart’s curls away from his sweaty forehead, Tom sees the longing expression on his face. His lips are red and swollen from kissing. Ruddy, purple and blue splotches spread out over Zack’s neck and throat. Tom gazes down at his boyfriend’s erection, so stiff and straining between them.

When Tom finally touches Zack’s cock it jerks up eagerly to meet his hand. The vocalist exhales slowly, as Tom lightly caresses his dick. He gradually moves the foreskin up over the tip; one, two, three times. Then he stops.

“Tom! ” he cries out, pulling forcefully at his bonds, his hard prick still bobbing in the air.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok, I just gotta get the lube…” Tom reassures him. “I’ll be right back.”

After grabbing their stash, he looks his love in the eyes and adds, “I don’t want you to come unless my cock is deep in your ass.”

Zack moans again, tugging on the belt.

“Mmmph! Fuck! Tom! Hurry! Please…?”

“Eager to get all of this cock, huh?” Tom asks, standing by the bed and pointing his thick erection at him.

“Yesss…!” Zack cries, humping the air desperately and twisting in his restraints.

Tom grins and gets back in bed.

Zack spreads his legs open wide and Tom gently pushes two lubed fingers inside him.

He sighs with relief at his touch. He lifts his knees higher, pressing them up to his chest, trying to get his darling’s fingers deeper inside him. But Tom stays gently at his entrance, tenderly opening him up but purposefully not going in far enough.

He continues to tease, and he’s still not touching his dick. Zack’s frustration escalates, his body and mind almost at a loss of control.

“To-om, please! Please touch me… touch… my cock, or… or fuck me! Please! I… need… I need…” he babbles, desperation making it hard to form sentences.

“You need this cock all the way up inside you?” the guitar player finishes for him.

“Yesss! Please!“

He rolls on a condom, applies plenty of lube and lines himself up at Zack’s entrance.

“Ok, babe. Take it.”

Tom thrusts his cock in, spreading him wide open.

The vocalist gasps and arches his back.

Tom continues pushing in, nudging his hard shaft deeper inside. When he bottoms out with balls pressing against him, Zack’s eyes roll back into his head.

Tom grabs Zack’s stubbled jaw to face him. Looking him in the eyes, he instructs, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Zack whimpers in return. As Tom starts moving inside him, he almost comes right then. He doesn’t know how long he can last, much less if he can wait for permission.

Tom takes in his sweetheart’s face, scrunched up in pleasure and concentration. His mouth hangs open, his breathing heavy.

The sensation of his ass around his cock is overwhelming. Encased in the heat of his loves’s perfect, slippery walls, he speeds up, fucking him harder.

Zack grunts and lifts his soft inner thighs up around his waist. His bare feet bob and dangle with each buck of Tom’s hips.

“God, Zack, you’re so good…” Tom tells him. “You’re… so… fucking… good ….” He thrusts into him with each word for emphasis. The bed shifts beneath them, hitting the wall over and over with a muffled bang.

Zack moans, arching, bucking and twisting to gain mobility. But his movements are hindered by both his bondage and the weight of his boyfriend’s body. After a few, futile minutes, he stops struggling. Relinquishing control, he lets Tom fuck him.

They continue at a steady pace, heavy groans and grunts coming from both of them.

Tom wants to make the most of tension and release, so he slows everything down. Like they do with their most dynamic songs, he creates a breakdown. Restraining himself, he holds everything back, but a slow, single, steady, rhythm. He draws out his thrusts, unhurriedly pulling himself almost all the way out. Then gradually, torturously slowly, he eases back in.

“Mph!” Zack huffs. He bucks frantically on Tom’s cock, trying to get back to the speed and friction he needs. Threads of muscle pop out on his sweaty forehead. “C’mon! More! Please?“

Tom gradually accelerates again, generating a slow burn. He builds up in energy, amplifying slowly, creating an intense crescendo. He holds off, until just the right moment. Then he lets go and fucks him with everything he has, thrusting into him with a frantic, frenetic pace.

“Ugh!” Zack reacts to Tom’s faster fucking. “Please …. let me… ugh! Let me come? Ugh! Soon? Ugh!“

Tom leans down and puts his elbows and forearms under the singer’s back. He hooks his hands over Zack’s shoulders and uses the new leverage to pull his darling’s body against him as he thrusts. Zack wails as Tom’s cock drives in deeper.

Tom’s warm, furry stomach now rubs against Zacks hard cock. The new friction inches him even closer to orgasm.

“Oh god! Ugh! I’m so close!” he pants. “Please!” he pleads again. “I’m gonna come soon! Ugh!

I don’t think… Ugh! I don’t think I can hold it… Ugh!

Any… more… Tom! Please! Please let… let me… let me come!“

Zack makes an intense, raw and guttural growl. The same one he makes during rehearsal when he’s overcome by their music.

“Oh, that’s it babe, that’s what I want to hear,” he whispers in Zack’s ear, nuzzling into his neck. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”

Tom moves his weight back up on his hands. He looks down at Zack’s flushed face, rocking with every buck of Tom’s hips. His long arms held together, crossed at the wrists and twisting in the ties. Zack’s erection is bobbing and dribbling between them, so engorged it could burst.

Tom decides Zack has waited long enough. He’s ready to give his boyfriend what he needs.

“Ok, babe.” He reaches down between them, finally touching Zack’s incredibly hard cock. “You can come now.” He pulls the velvety foreskin up over the sensitive glans and his love gasps in response.

“Oh! Yesss….!” The vocalist exhales with relief, hanging his head back. He is right on the edge of orgasm. He can feel the semen rising in his balls, now completely uncontrollable. “Oh… my… god, Tom…! I’m gonna come…! Please! Please… don’t … stop!“

Tom is done teasing. He continues milking Zack’s cock, his warm palm and fingers wrapping around it completely. Zack thrusts his hips up to meet Tom’s fist and he jerks in the restraints.

Zack lets out a piercing wail as finally he comes, hard. Arching his back, he pulls at the belt as his eyes roll back into his head. His toes curl and he whimpers, gushing more jizz than Tom has ever seen from him. His stomach jerks as spurt after spurt of cum coat his stomach, his chest and Tom’s hand.

“Oh, fuuuck…” he sighs.

Tom continues to fuck him, the muscles in his ass clinging to his cock. They squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust.

“Mph, your ass feels so tight around me… Jesus …” the guitar player pants.

Letting go of Zack’s softening dick, he rests his weight down to his elbows.

Thrusting harder, he pounds his boyfriend into the mattress. “Oh god Zack… you feel so good …” Tom praises him again. “You’re so amazing, you know that? You’re so fucking incredible…”

Zack moans, struggling against his bonds and Tom loses it. A howling noise escapes Tom’s lips as he comes, spurting into the condom, over and over.

“Oh god … Oh fuck!” Tom cries out, then collapses onto Zack, holding him close in his arms. “Oh fuck, Zack… fuck… that was… you… um… wow…,” Tom whispers in his ear.

“Mmm-hmm…,” Zack mumbles back.

Tom kisses his sweetheart’s lips softly, then quickly reaches up to untie him. He helps him slowly bring his arms down while caressing Zack’s freed forearms and hands. He gently massages them, bringing his circulation back.

“Ok?” he asks.

“Mmm-hmm…,” Zack sighs. He smiles contently, high and dazed from orgasm. He moves his shoulders around gently in their sockets.

“Ok, let me get us a towel….” Tom finds one and cleans them both up, carefully and tenderly.

Once wiped off, they spoon together. Zack presses his back up against his love’s warm stomach. Tom drapes his arm over Zack’s waist, holding onto him tightly.

Tom notices Zack looking at his wrists and caressing them with his finger tips. “Your wrists ok?” he asks.

“Yeah… they’re fine. I think they might be a little bruised though…,” he mentions, showing Tom the red and purple lines creeping across them.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. Leaving bruises like that, or hurting his darling in any way, was not his intention. Sheepishly, he hides his face, nuzzling it into Zack’s dark hair. His long curls are matted from friction and damp with sweat.

“No, no… it’s ok,” Zack murmurs, smiling and gazing at the bruising on his wrists again. He runs his thumb gingerly over where the ties have been. “I kinda like it.” He realizes. “I kinda like… being marked by you.”

He snuggles up closer against Tom and pulls his arm in tighter. “When the bruises heal, let’s do it again, ok?”

“Ok, babe,” Tom answers with a grin. “Anytime.”