* WARNING: Strong Sexual Content Ahead

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"I knew these ropes would come in handy," Kenji said as he pulled nylon ropes out of my old shoe-box.

Kenji and I went shopping a week ago to spice things up in the bedroom. We bought everything from anal beads to ropes. Kenji really wanted the ropes, and who was I to deny him of that?

"What're you going to do?" I asked as I sat naked on the bed. He stood up in his own naked glory and made his way to me with the ropes in one hand and a blindfold and scissors in the other. "Are you going to use that on me?" I asked while pointing to the blindfold.

"Here's what I'm going to do." He set the supplies on the bed and the scissors on the dresser. "I'm going to tie you to your bed, and I'm going to blindfold you. Then I'll treat you to multiple surprises and pleasures that you literally won't see coming. Are you okay with that?"

Damn. I was going to be physically restrained and blindfolded? It frightened me a little bit, but it also seemed exciting.

"I trust you," I said. "I know you won't hurt me."

"I'll never hurt you," he said, "unless you want me to."

My eyes expanded. "Kenji. Where's this coming from?"

I kind of liked it.

He shrugged. "Just wanna try something new."

I was cool with that, so I put my arms out. "Tie me up."

Kenji pushed me back onto the bed, and I laid back as he grabbed the ropes. I laid there silently as he placed my arms and legs where he wanted them. Then he grabbed the ropes and began working on restraining me and tying the knots. He attached the ropes to my headboard and the foot of my bed. As he did this, I watched him. His brows furrowed together, and sometimes he bit his lip as he concentrated on what he was doing. He looked really cute but also very manly.

Whenever he finished restraining a limb, he would stick two fingers between the rope and my skin and wiggle them around before moving on. He did this to my second wrist, and he said, "Perfect." Then he removed his fingers and checked the rest of the ropes.

"You actually seem to know what you're doing." He wasn't fumbling too much.

"I watched videos," he said, "and read online tutorials. I can't do this to you when I don't know shit."

"Have you been fantasizing about this for a while now?"

He tugged on the ropes to make sure they would hold. "Maybe."

My eyes widened, but I smiled. "Hey, that's what I'm here for, right? To make your fantasies come true."

He smiled and grabbed the blindfold. "How does it feel?"

I could barely move my arms and legs now, but the ropes weren't too tight. "Restrictive," I said, "but free at the same time."

"Mentally free?" he asked, and I nodded. That was a good way to describe it. "How about this?" He placed the blindfold over my head, and everything went black. "Still free?"

I thought about it for a second. "Freer."

"Good," Kenji said.

Even though I couldn't see and I couldn't move, and I was completely at Kenji's mercy, it was a liberating feeling. I didn't have to do anything, and my mind could go completely blank because all of the responsibilities were in Kenji's hands.

The bed got lighter as I heard Kenji move around the room. "I'm gonna step out for a bit," he said.

"What?" I resisted the urge to fight against my restraint.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not going to leave the apartment, and I'll leave the door open. I have to get some things, and I'm not going to tell you how long it will take. It may be five minutes or an hour."

"Kenji." I was scared, but I wanted him to continue.

"If there's an emergency, just scream baka," he said. "You always take care of me, so trust me to take care of you."

I nodded, and the bedroom door opened and didn't close. I laid there, trying to keep my cool as it sunk in how vulnerable I was. I couldn't even see if someone who wasn't Kenji barged in. The minutes ticked by but also dragged on until I heard footsteps.

"Missed me?" Kenji asked.

"Yes."

He set some things down on the dresser beside me, and it made a clinking noise as if something was rattling in a glass.

"Can you estimate how long I was gone?" I felt his weight on the bed. I shook my head. I honestly didn't know. "Good. Don't think about the time. I'll worry about the time. Don't worry about anything."

He picked something up, and there were faint gulping noises. What was he drinking something? He set the cup or container down and hovered over me.

"Kenji—" Before I could finish, a warm liquid slid down my chest. "Whoa!" Kenji licked the liquid off of me as it descended. "What is that?"

"It was hot water," he said. "Now, it's warm."

The water landed on me again, and I jerked. Kenji once again, licked it off. Some got into my navel, and he got that, too.

"How's that feel?"

"Warm," I answered as he kissed along my abdomen. His lips were also warm.

Kenji picked up the cup again and drank from it, but water didn't land on my chest this time. Before I could ask, he enclosed one of my nipples in his mouth.

I moaned because his mouth was so much hotter than usual. He circled my nipple with his tongue before sucking it back into his mouth. He paid the other nipple the same attention before pulling back.

The warmth was really nice.

Then the clinking returned and intensified as he seemed to be pulling something out of the glass.

He returned to me and brought his lips to mine. They were cold, and when I opened my mouth, a cube of ice entered my mouth. I was taken aback at first, but I went with it. We kissed with the cube of ice going back and forth between our mouths until it melted.

He pulled away. "How'd you like that?"

I chuckled. "One of the coolest kisses I've had."

He seemed to grab some more ice, and he kissed along my neck. When he parted his lips, that was when I felt the ice in his mouth. I jerked as the cold seeped into my skin. He moved his kisses along my skin from my shoulders to my arms and even my legs. When the ice melted, he got more. The sensation was much more intense because I never knew when it was coming, and I couldn't pull away from the feelings either. Even though I was squirming from the sensations, I could feel the blood rushing to my groin.

When Kenji finally pulled away and no more ice came, I sunk into the bed in relief. The different temperatures at different times was fun, but it was an odd sensation.

"I have a treat for you," Kenji said, and I could hear wrappers ruffling. "Just give me a second."

He seemed to be sucking on something, and I just laid back with the tension still between my legs. It took a couple minutes, but I was patient. Throughout all of this, I just had to lay back and experience everything while Kenji did all the work. I wasn't complaining.

When the side of the bed near my legs dipped, I got excited. "You've been pretty good," Kenji said, "so you deserve a reward." He was between my legs, and he grabbed a hold of my erection. "Hard from just sensation play? Then you're going to lose it with this."

Yes, please.

He took me into his mouth, and from the first suck, I knew this was different.

"Shit," I cursed as his mouth felt cool, not only because of the ice. As he sucked and took me in and out of his mouth, the tingling sensation spread. My hands became fists as my breathing became heavier from his ministrations. "Kenji, what the fuck did you eat?"

The warmness of his mouth left, but his hand continued to work along my shaft. "Mints. About three or four."

He took me in again, and I groaned. He sucked on the head of my còck as he stroked along the length. He played with my balls as he alternated from sucking to bobbing to licking and kissing my cóck. The more time passed, the harder I panted because the tingly sensation intensified. It never burned, but it's presence was definitely known.

It once again put me in this head space where everything Kenji did felt so good, but there was also a tinge of discomfort to it. But the discomfort made it better in a way. When that tension intensified in my balls, I knew I was close.

"Kenji," I moaned as my hips moved according to his pace.

"You're close?" he said with his hands jerking me off.

"Yes!" I lifted my hips off the bed, but he pushed me down. He stroked me faster and his mouth returned, sucking me like there was no tomorrow. I threw my head back and groaned loudly as I could almost taste my release. "Kenji—"

All contact ceased. His hands, mouth, everything was gone, and I almost screamed.

"Can't come yet, now can you?" The bed near the side of my arms dipped. "You can't have all the fun, right?" I chuckled in frustration. I was so fucking close. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now." I gulped. "I don't want you to do anything. No sucking. No licking. No bobbing. Just lay back and let me use your mouth as I please."

A jolt of excitement ran through my cock. There was something alluring about having Kenji use my mouth for his pleasure without me having anything to do with it.

"How does that sound?" I could feel his minty breath on my face.

I smiled. "That sounds amazing."

"Good." The bed around me sunk as I could feel him on top of me. "Open up."

I did as he told, but nothing happened. "Ken—"

He stuffed his cock down my mouth at that exact moment, and I choked. He pulled back before jamming it back into my mouth, starting a ruthless pace.

"Expect the unexpected, Darian."

It took everything in me not to suck and bob. It was torture to just lay there, but it was still freeing. Literally nothing was expected of me. Kenji was using my mouth to give himself pleasure. I could feel the power of his thrust and the depths of his moans as he lost himself to it.

I wanted to see his face contorted in ecstasy. I wanted to feel his damp, flushed skin. I wanted to give him that pleasure, but at the end of the day, this pleased him. Me not seeing his face. Me not touching him. Me giving him all the responsibility.

If he was pleased, I was pleased.

"Darian," he moaned. I was choking, but I could still breath. "I'm about to come, but I don't want to come in your mouth."

He pulled his cóck out of my mouth, and I gasped for air. "I want to touch you," I panted, and it went silent.

"What was that?"

"I want to touch you," I said. "Please, Kenji. I can't take this anymore. I have to touch you." He didn't say anything for a while. "Please."

He got off the bed, and a couple seconds passed before I heard the snap of scissors. "I knew this would come in handy," he said as he cut at the ropes.

Again, I had to wait patiently while he freed me. Even when I felt the scissors close by, I wasn't afraid because I knew Kenji would do everything in his power to not hurt me.

When I was finally free, Kenji grabbed my hand and helped me stand on my knees on the bed. He also directed me to the edge of the bed. My blindfold was still on, so he was my guide. When I finally stopped, I could feel Kenji in front of me.

"You wanna touch me?" he asked, and I nodded. "Touch me."

I moved my hands forward, and I grabbed a hold of his arms. His skin was warm, and I ran my fingers along it. I moved along his abdomen and chest. Not having my sight made me realize how prominent the scars on his chest were. I lingered there, running my fingers along the scar tissue before moving up to his neck. My touch was light as I savored the moment.

"Kiss me," he said, and I felt him gulp beneath my touch.

I was more than happy to oblige as I grabbed a hold of his head. I caressed his lips, trying to memorize where to go before I brought my own lips to his. Kenji grabbed a hold of me, and he deepened the kiss. I grabbed a hold of his hair, running my fingers through it, as I missed the feel of it.

I still couldn't see him, but at least I could feel him.

Kenji ran his nails down my back, sending chills through me, and he stopped to my ass. He almost pulled away from the kiss, but I pulled him back for more. As we continued to kiss, he began to massage my ass. I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded the flesh, and he swallowed every moan. When he smacked my ass with both hands, the sensation went straight to my cóck, and I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled away from his lips, but I kept my hold on him. "Come in me," I said.

Kenji stiffened against me. "Darian—"

"You said you didn't want to come in my mouth," I said. "So come in me."

"I want to see your eyes." Kenji removed the blindfold and discarded of it, and the bright light took some getting used to. "Look me in the eye and tell me what you want."

I looked him in the eyes as my hold around his shoulders and in his hair tightened. "I want you to come inside me."

He continued to watch me, and when my stare didn't falter, he groaned and pushed me back against the bed. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Couldn't be surer," I said.

Kenji was the guy, and this was the moment.

I laid back while he searched the dresser for lube. We'd had sex enough times in this apartment for him to know where everything was. When he had the lube, he knelt before me as I spread my legs for him.

"How do you want me?" I ran my hand down my cōck but stopped short of my ass before bringing it back up.

Kenji pulled me up, and he laid back where I was. "I want you to ride me. For now, at least."

I climbed on top of him, and he ran his hands along my back. "What happened to taking charge?"

"This will be your first time being penetrated," he said, "ever. It's a big deal. You being on top and you being in control will make it less painful since you'll control how fast I enter you. Your comfort matters to me more than my control."

We stared at each other, me in awe and him, probably in confusion as to why I was staring.

That statement was exactly why Kenji was the guy.

He sat up, and I settled onto his lap. "Before though, give me the lube." I handed him the lube. "Turn around and bend over." I did as he said with my ass hanging in the air. "Before we jump the gun here, let's start small." He squirted some lube down my ass, and the cool substance slide down to the tight ring of muscle. Kenji rubbed it around before squirting some more lube on what I assumed were his fingers. "Don't be nervous. You have to relax."

I chuckled. "I told you the same thing your first time."

"And it helped," he said. He circled the area with his finger before slowly inserting his middle finger. I fought the urge to tense up. "Exactly. No tension. My first time, you told me to trust you." He slowly worked the finger in and out, and it got easier with each try. "I did, so you need to do the same." I relaxed as he moved his finger a little faster. When he grabbed the base of my cóck with his free hand, I was taken by surprise, but I moaned when he started jerking me off the same time as he fingered me. The lube made his hands feel that much better. "Feels good?"

"I want your cock," I said, and he stopped his ministrations. When he pulled his finger out and when he let go of me, I got up and faced him. "I don't want your finger right now." My hand slid down his chest and stopped to grab his cóck. I gave it a couple strokes, and he closed his eyes. "This is what I want. I didn't get a chance to really touch you, so can I at least get this?"

He smashed his lips to mine, and we fumbled back onto the bed. I grabbed the lube while trying to keep our lips together. He circled his finger around my opening while I held his cóck in my hand.

"Hurry up, already then," Kenji said when we pulled up for air. I straddled him, and I added more lube to my opening. Then I lubed up his cóck with a few strokes.

I was actually going to do this.

Darian Ansel was going to bottom and give his ass to a guy. 

I wanted to scream.

"Hey," Kenji said while softly grabbing my cheek in his hand, and I peeked down at him. His expression softened with a smile. "It'll be okay. Trust me." I leaned into his touch. "I'll take care of you." His thumb caressed my cheek, and I relaxed at his soft touch.

I leaned against him. "If I trust you enough to tie me up, blindfold me, and do whatever the hell you wanted to do to me, I think I trust you enough to stick your dick up my ass." 

He laughed. "Fair enough."

I grabbed his shaft in a firmer hold and aligned him with my entrance. I took in a deep breath before releasing it while Kenji inhaled shakily with his eyes looking down. Curiosity was killing me, too, and I couldn't help but glance down as well. My breath hitched at the sight of his bulbous head, shining and coated in his pre-cum and the lube, pressed against my entrance. All I had to do was accept him.

So I did.

I brought my hips down, and I inhaled and exhaled slowly to calm my muscles. Once he slipped in with just the head, I gasped, trying desperately not to clamp up as Kenji's hold tightened on my hips. I glanced at him. He was watching me. We held eye contact as he filled me, and I'd never felt so full before in my life. The lube helped ease him in, and it wasn't that painful since I controlled the pace. It was just weird.

For the first time in my life, I was the one being penetrated instead of being the penetrator. Even as my thighs met his, signaling all of him was in, even as Kenji released a shaky breath as he closed his eyes to contain the feeling, even as there was minimal to no pain, I still had to adjust to the feeling.

We remained still for a while. I didn't pull myself up until Kenji opened his eyes to look into mine and once our eye contact was established, I brought myself down, engulfing him again.

We both grunted as he once again filled me. I definitely had to get used to this, but that didn't stop me. I still rose up before bringing myself down again, starting a slow but powerful rhythm. The more I pulled away from him only to accept him into my body again, the easier it got thanks to the lube. I rode his shaft, getting a feel of the sensation and the rhythm while Kenji loosened his grip on my hips but still guiding me as we moved together.

Kenji's face was flushed, and his skin was damp from our mutual sweating. All I could see was Kenji with his lips parted and moistened from his harsh pants and his dark eyes staring up at me, filled with lust and love.

This urged my motions to increase and before I knew it, my hips were moving up and down at a faster pace, slamming down against his thighs. I removed my hands from his chest and planted them behind me onto his calves. I raised my knees up to plant my feet on the bed, exposing more of me to him so my shaft and balls could be displayed to him. Kenji swallowed as he grabbed my inner thighs in both hands and parted them even further.

I smirked. "Like what you see?"

"That shouldn't be a question," he said as we continued like this for another minute or two. Then he sat up, and so did I. "As much as I love the sight, it's time to switch things up." I got off of him, and he bent me over before kneeling behind me. He squirted more lube onto my entrance. "Again, just enjoy. Don't worry about doing anything." He entered me with one thrust, and I arched my back with a groan. "You okay?"

I grabbed onto my headboard for stability. "I'll be better once you start moving."

"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get." He pulled out before thrusting into me again and then kick-starting the pace. In and out. Harder and deeper as his hands clasped onto my hips. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes!" My fists were pale due to how hard my grip was. I could feel everything. How warm his dick was, and I could feel every pulse and even the pre-cum leaking from his tip.

When I shifted my hips, Kenji's head brushed against my prostate, and I cried out.

Kenji chuckled. "Is that your sweet spot? Is it here?" He angled his hips, and he struck it spot on. I groaned with my head flung back. "Is this it, Darian?" He continued to hit it, his thrusts becoming harder as he abused my prostate. My groans became silent screams as the pleasure spread throughout my body. "Answer me, Darian."

"Kenji!" I grabbed my shaft into my hand, stroking vigorous. I smeared my pre-cum around the length to make the travel easier. "Fúck me. Don't stop fucking me."

"All you have to do is ask." He pulled out and pushed in just as fast, aiming for the spot, and he got it every time.

My breaths came out ragged, and I widened my legs. When Kenji's hand wrapped around my neck, I was taken by surprise, but he didn't squeeze. He continued to pound into my ass as I pumped my shaft, but he only held my neck in his hand.

Knowing he could squeeze if he wanted to turn me on.

He continued his vicious thrusts with his skin smacking against mine. Sometimes he would hit my prostate and other times he wouldn't. It was always a surprise, and that made it more intense.

"Wanna cum?" he asked as he slowed his pace. I nodded, and he thrust in, striking the spot, but he stayed there. Kenji kept the head of his cóck on my prostate as he began to grind against me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my fists continued working my cóck. He was continuously rubbing and massaging the walnut-shaped spot, and my legs were trembling. "Want me to stop?"

"No!" I groaned as the grind continued. "Please don't."

Kenji's hand moved from my neck up to my hair, and he grabbed a fistful. Again, he didn't pull. He just held it, and that got the blood flowing more than it should have.

He continued to grind against, and he ran his nails up and down my back. The pleasure between my legs and in the rest of my body, the light scratching of his nails, and the hold on my hair all combined together, and my senses were on overload.

"I'm gonna come," I whimpered as I began to rock against him.

"You won't come until I tell you to come."

With that, he pulled out of me and slammed back in, landing straight on my sweet spot again. I shouted out, but he wouldn't stop. Thrust after thrust, he left me a moaning mess and my trembling intensified. My own hands were a blur against my cock as I concentrated my efforts on the extra sensitive head.

Being a bottom felt so fucking good—double the sensation.

Kenji himself was groaning as his thrusts became erratic. "We're gonna come together. You won't come until I'm ready to come."

I bit my lip as I tried to keep the pleasure at bay so I wouldn't go over the edge. Kenji kept one hand in my hair and placed the other one on my shoulder to support his rigorous thrusting.

"Kenji." I moaned, clamping my ass down on him, making him grunt. "I'm so close."

"Me too," he panted. "But not yet."

I groaned. This was torture. Torture that felt so incredible.

I began to continuously clamp my ass muscles so they would massage along his shaft. Based off of his moans, Kenji seemed to like it as his rhythm seemed to become desperate—for release. "Come," he said. "Fucking coming."

Less than five seconds later, I clamped down on him one final time as my release exploded out of me. "Kenji!"

Kenji never stopped his ministrations, still stimulating my prostate while I fell over the edge. My body shuddered, and my eyes rolled back into my head as the waves of ecstasy flowed through me with each stream of release that spurted out of me. In the middle of my climax, Kenji bite down onto my neck, and I cried out. It wasn't too painful, but it was enough to enhance my orgasm through the pain/pleasure threshold. His teeth stayed sunken into my flesh as I rode the wave of pleasure.

Before the last wave could hit, Kenji roared against my neck and his body locked up, signaling his release that I soon felt shoot up into me, rope after rope of thick semen. I gasped at the obscure feeling of his cock spurting into me. Throughout his release, he rested against my back with the rest of his body quivering while he rode his wave.

"Fuck," he muttered near the end as he wrapped his arms around me. Once we both returned from our highs, we slumped against each other with me beneath him.

Wow.

I glanced behind at Kenji, and he smiled at me. He was softening inside of me, and I brought my lips up to his. He didn't resist. Our mouths moved together with all lips and no tongue as we savored the sensation while our bodies tried to cool down. Even when he slipped out of me and I started to leak on him and eventually on my bed, I didn't care. We didn't care.

We kept on kissing.

When we finally pulled away, we got cleaned up. I knew I had to wash the sheets and we both knew we needed to take a shower to fully be clean and we couldn't forget actually cleaning the apartment, but that was all irrelevant. We just wanted to be around each other so that was what we did, and we laid in bed with Kenji's arms wrapped around my shoulder while I rested my head on his almost hairless chest.

"That was incredible," Kenji said, almost reading my mind. I agreed with him.

And Gyan thought sex with one person was boring. Yeah, right.

"Now, we've both lost our ass virginities to each other," Kenji pointed out.

"I'm glad I finally gave in."

"I am too."

"I can definitely see myself doing that again," I admitted.

"The anal sex or the foreplay?" Kenji said with a laugh while squeezing my shoulder.

"Both," I said.

"Good," Kenji said. "Because I'll like to do it again, too. Both the anal sex and the bondage."

I watched him. "Is this something you've always been interested in, Kenji?"

"I'm not a sadist or anything," he said, "but I do think tying people up is hot."

"We have a rigger on our hands." Kenji nudged me with his elbow at my teasing. "Hey, I'm not judging. You can tie me up and take charge any time you want."

Submissive Kenji was hot.

But dominant Kenji was sexy.

"Thank you, Darian." He fumbled with his fingers. "Thank you for always being open to me and what I need and want."

"I know things have been kind of tense lately with the video and then the whole Aarav situation, but I have your back, and I know you have mine. I'll sacrifice my balls for you."

Kenji's eyes widened. "I'll sacrifice mine for you, too, but I like our balls so hopefully it won't come to that."

"Yeah, hopefully."

We laughed.

"Maybe I should tie you up one day," I told Kenji. "It's actually kind of fun."

"Darian." He looked at me for a second. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, "and I'm definitely okay with being gay."

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* What do you guys think? Kenji's domination? The foreplay? Darian finally bottoming? The pillow talk?

* I'm going to be honest. This is my favorite sex scene by Danji. Then again, I'm kind of biased. But this was very light kink. On a scale of 1-10 (with 1 being vanilla and 10 being exceptionally kinky), this is probably a 2, in my personal opinion. But I had fun writing this. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it. 😊