Nate grabbed the lube and crawled past Bailey to recline against the pillows at the head of the bed. Bailey's eyes tracked him the whole time, wide and bright. His lips parted as Nate drew his legs up and popped the cap of the lube.

"I bet that pretty little mouth of yours is good for more than just sucking cock," Nate mused as he poured lube over his fingers. "Bet you'd be pretty good at eating me out."

Bailey licked his lips. His hips twitched against the bed.

God, he looked like such a wreck with his hair mussed from Nate tugging on it and his lips red and swollen from wrapping around his cock for so long. Panting as he watched one, then two fingers stretch Nate's hole. Nate sighed at the strange tugging in his guts as he thrust his fingers in and out, two warring sensations of how good it felt and how unused to it the muscle was. Three fingers would be enough to fit Bailey. Besides, the poor boy wouldn't last much longer the way he was grinding against the bed.

"Look," Nate cooed, "Your little hips are already trying to fuck me. Maybe you were designed to put your cock into things."

Bailey's hips froze against the bed, his eyes popping wide as though he had not realized what he had been doing. Nate grinned. He shuffled down on the bed a bit and shoved a pillow beneath his hip. The backs of his thighs twinged as he pulled his legs up.

"Come here," he ordered.

In his hurry to obey, Bailey nearly clocked himself in the face with one of his knees. He was awkward with his hands bound behind his back, another fun element to make this a little more demeaning for him. He shuffled forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of Nate's thigh, leaving a smear of precum on his skin.

"Stay still," Nate told him as he reached for two cock rings and a condom.

He had recently been introduced to more of Bailey's toy collection, including these black silicone cock rings. They had immediately dragged up images of Bailey squirming and crying for a release, his cock so hard and flushed it was nearly purple, each brush against him making his sweaty skin tremble and his voice crack. Which had made him think about one of the first times he and Bailey fucked, when Bailey kept saying he wasn't going to last while Nate rode him. Thus, this whole idea bloomed.

Bailey's mouth hung open as he stared down at Nate's hands while they clinically stretched the rings over his cock. He eased Bailey's balls through one of them, and the other, he left just around the base of his cock. He stroked him a few times, feeling the way that the rings kept the velvety skin taught. Something wet landed on the back of his hand.

He glanced up in time to catch sight of the drool shining on Bailey's lower lip just as his pink tongue darted out to clean up the evidence. His eyes remained down, and Nate would bet that if he weren't already flushed from the arches of his cheekbones down to his nipples, he would be blushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, baby," he smirked. "You just can't stop begging for it, can you? Drooling for it." He grabbed the condom and tore it open. "If you do a good enough job this time, maybe the next time I use your cock, I'll put a plug in your ass and fuck your mouth with a dildo so that you don't have to be empty."

Bailey's cock jumped so hard that Nate missed it with the condom. He grabbed the length and squeezed enough to be painful. "Stay still."

Then he rolled the condom over Bailey's cock, eased the head past his rim, and drew him inside with two hands guiding his hips. Even when Bailey was bottomed out with the rubber cock rings pressed flush to Nate's rim, he obediently remained still. The effort that took was glaringly obvious, his eyes unfocused as they gazed down at where he was buried inside.

His nipple piercings caught the low lighting in his room as his chest heaved with short, choppy breaths. He held his entire body taught, abdomen defined beneath the softness of his waist. His thighs trembled against Nate's ass. Nate gave him a little while to calm down, running his hands all over his body in what he imagined was simultaneously soothing and maddening.

"I like your body so much," he found himself saying. He ignored the choked-off sound that got him. He did like the softness and the firmness. How his waist looked beneath Nate's hands, and his narrow hips looked pressed to his ass. But he didn't want to be too soft with him right now.

"Just made to be wrecked," he murmured. "Your nipples are begging to be fucked with."

He tugged on the piercings, pulling the dusky skin taught and letting it go to pinch it. This probably wasn't helping Bailey calm down any. He had his chin tucked down against his chest, shallowly huffing to keep his chest still as Nate played with him. He flicked each nipple one last time, then pillowed his hands behind his head.

"Go on, then," he jerked his chin. "Fuck me."

Bailey pulled his hips back, groaning when Nate's hole clenched down around the drag. Then he pushed back in. And Nate just lay back and took it. He moved his hands to wrap his fingers around the backs of his knees and hold his legs up—a less nonchalant pose than his hands behind his head, but, oh well. His eagerness seemed to drive Bailey on anyhow.

As he fucked, he alternated between staring down at where Nate's rim was stretched around him and up through his lashes at Nate's expression. His face grew red with effort, bared teeth muffling little whimpers and whines, which eventually gave way to panting because he had no breath left to waste on them. Nate shifted his hips a bit to help him find the right angle and groaned.

"Daddy," tore out of Bailey a few seconds later. "I'm..." he sucked in a huge breath, sounding like he'd run ten miles already. "Daddy, I...please...please," he devolved into chanting "please" breathily on each exhale, timed with his increasingly clumsy thrusts. His poor boy was tiring out.

That ball was still tightly clutched in one of his fists.

"Aw, I guess you are just a pillow princess, aren't you?" Nate teased.

"Daddy, please," Bailey simpered, drawing the words out over several hitched breaths.

"Come here, baby." Nate pulled him down against his chest to take the brunt of his weight. "Let Daddy help."

It still sent a thrill through him to refer to himself like that, the term rolling off his tongue, and if the way that Bailey shuddered was any indication, it did the same to him. He wrapped his arms around him, laying one palm flat against the small of his back to feel his hips moving back and forth as he still thrust inside Nate.

Nate's cock was pressed between his naval and Bailey's belly, which added a new sensation to the rest coiling through his body. It still was not enough to get him off, though. So, he let Bailey rut away at him for a little while, until he started begging quietly again into the side of his neck, his lips brushing against Nate's skin. The words felt like they were brushing directly against his cock.

He shoved a hand between them and started stroking himself. Bailey's groan vibrated against the underside of his jaw. He braced his forehead against Nate's shoulder and renewed his efforts to fuck him, rolling his hips in just the right way to press his cock up against Nate's prostate nearly constantly.

Nate came with a grunt, shooting warm and wet into the narrow space between their torsos and all over his hand.

"Yes, yes, yes," Bailey chanted as if he had been the one to orgasm. Then he flopped all his weight on top of Nate, hips still grinding mindlessly into his hole as it clenched and twitched through the aftershocks. Nate let out a breathy laugh, head spinning and overstimulation shooting painfully through him as Bailey continued to massage his prostate with deadly precision. If Bailey were not currently drooling all over his collarbone, he might have thought it was a calculated move to get back at Nate. But he was pretty sure his boy was so far gone that he couldn't think beyond the tight heat around his cock.

Suddenly Nate needed very badly to see said cock.

He pushed Bailey up until he was sitting back on his heels, eased him out, and tugged the condom off. Interestingly, this kind of thing didn't reduce him to tears like bringing him off multiple times did. His breathing was choppy, but his bright red cheeks were dry, so his breathlessness was more a result of exhaustion than frustration. Nate cupped him with his clean hand and turned his attention from his face to his cock.

It was obscene. Nate could see his heartbeat in his cock. It was so red it was nearly purple, and was the kind of rigid Nate only got right before he was about to bust. Being that hard for this long had to hurt. When Nate stroked him, Bailey made a sound as if it did.

"You did a nice job, baby." Nate complimented him, stroking him with all the urgency of someone leisurely petting a cat. Bailey keened. He trembled. He was probably going to bust a blood vessel, he was that keyed up.

One of these days, Nate would do this and then make him calm down. Make him control his breathing until his hard-on drooped. Would bring out the ice if he couldn't manage to control himself on his own. But not today.

Today he eased the cock rings off, massaged his balls a few times, then stroked him all of three times until he spurted onto the towel that Nate had laid across the quilt before they started all this. They probably used more towels protecting Bailey's bed from lube and cum than Bailey did to dry himself after showers.

Bailey's cock remained engorged even after he came, so pumped full of arousal and blood that Nate figured it would take a while to soften. Which meant he would be oversensitive for a while. Better to put off the shower for a bit. Besides, once he finished cumming, Bailey slumped onto his side, eyes dazed and half-lidded, drooling on the bed.

"Shit," Nate laughed. "Did I break you?"

Bailey had nothing to say to that, which meant he either thought it didn't require an answer or he was still so lost in the sauce that he didn't even realize Nate had asked him a question. If this had been one of the first times they played together, Nate would have properly freaked out by the utter lack of response. But Bailey was not distressed. His breathing was already beginning to slow. He was enjoying being a puddle on the bed, and there was no reason to interrupt that.

Except to remove the leather cuffs from his wrists. Nate was careful not to dislodge the ball still clutched in one of his hands. That was Bailey's to release alone. He would not take it from him.

He let Bailey figure out that he could move his arms and body on his own while he picked up the towel and wiped the worst mess off himself. Then he gently cleaned Bailey off, which made him squirm and whimper and turn over onto his belly to hide his cock.

When Nate parked himself at the head of the bed, Bailey turned his head to peer up at him. He didn't say a word, though. He had been under for a long time, at least a couple of hours with Nate's cock in his mouth and then the last forty minutes or so that Nate wrecked him. Words probably weren't all that easy. Maybe not even thoughts.

So, Nate patted the bed and held up an arm invitingly. "Come here, darling."