Soft fingers delicately trace down Tyler's abdomen and across his thighs, slowing inching closer and closer to the spot dying to be touched. Open-mouthed kisses press against his collarbone, teeth biting and sucking purple hues into his flesh.

"Please," Tyler gasps, hands lost in pink hair. He's needy, desperate for Josh to pleasure him.

The older chuckles in response, finally cupping the bulge in Tyler's underwear. Slowly, agonizingly, he slides his hand against Tyler's length, the boy's eyes rolling into the back of his head as moans pour out of him.

"Tyler," Josh whispers, lips moving against his bruised skin. "Tyler."

He doesn't respond, only tries to catch his breath when Josh's hand slides under his panties.

"Tyler!" Josh repeats, louder this time. "Wake up!"

With a gasp, the boy's eyes shoot open and he sits up. He immediately looks to Josh, who is watching him with a smirk. He glances down at himself, eyes widening, and quickly covers himself with the blanket.

"Um..."

"You were dreaming about me," Josh grins, as if he's won some sort of trophy.

"I know," Tyler mumbles, trying his hardest to ignore the aching between his legs. "So what?"

"I'll be right back," Josh says, standing up suddenly. Tyler blushes as he notices the large bulge in Josh's Calvin Klein's.

"Where are you-"

"I'll be right back," Josh repeats, and slips out the door before Tyler can ask again.

The brunette lays back down, allowing his hand to slide beneath his pink panties. His breath hitches, shutting his eyes as he slowly works his hand along his length. It feels amazing, he's over-sensitive at the moment. Every small movement of his wrist has Tyler's toes curling. He continues to pleasure himself until Josh returns, the older man finding the sight mesmerizing.

"Don't stop," he says simply, setting something beside the bed before he turns to the dresser. Tyler glances over, eyes glazed over, and stares at the cup of ice in wonder.

Josh fumbles through a drawer for a few moments before he comes back, holding thick rope in front of Tyler's face. "Is this okay? I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Tyler nods, eager. "It's okay."

Josh pulls Tyler's hand off of himself, tying both of them to the top of the bed frame. Then, he spreads Tyler's legs, tying each of his ankles around the bottom bed posts. "Too tight?"

Tyler shakes his head, nibbling on his bottom lip as he lightly tugs at the ropes. "It's good."

"Is this good?" Josh asks, holding up a black blindfold. The brunette blushes dark red, nodding his head. "Use your words."

"Yes, sir," Tyler replies obediently.

"Safe word?"

"Red."

"Good boy," Josh smiles, making Tyler's mouth feeling incredibly dry. He glances at the ice cubes again. "What are those for?"

Josh slips the blindfold on over his eyes, carefully adjusting it to where Tyler can see nothing but pitch black. "To make you feel good."

Before Tyler can respond, Josh's lips are on his. They move together slowly, both men still sleepy having just woken up. Tyler grips onto the ropes restraining his wrists, wishing it was Josh he was touching instead.

Josh breaks away, feathering kisses down the boy's neck. Tyler tilts his head to the side, gasping when Josh's mouth closes around a certain spot just below his ear. There's a small clinking noise, then something wet and freezing presses against his nipple.

A soft moan spills out of the gorgeous boy, the ice cube making his hairs stand on end. Josh's thigh falls between his legs, rubbing against his crotch ever so slightly. Tyler feels overwhelmed, face contorted in pleasure as Josh's tongue replaces the ice cube.

"Ah, fuck," Tyler pants, lifting his hips to rub against Josh's bare thigh. The latter repositions himself so he's straddling Tyler's crotch, both of their cocks rubbing through their underwear.

"How do I make you feel, baby?" Josh mumbles, lips rubbing against his nipple as the ice cube is rubbed in circles around the other one.

"S-So good," Tyler gasps, throwing his head back. "Feels so good, sir."

Josh's lips leave the boys chest and connect to his mouth instead, kissing him deeply. Tyler moans against his lips, rolling his hips so their cocks rub against each other. He wishes they were naked right now, it would feel so much better, but he doesn't voice this as Josh grabs another ice cube.

He swirls them both around the boy's nipples, Tyler body covered with goosebumps. Josh pulls away from the kiss for a second, but when their lips reattach, an ice cube slips from Josh's mouth into Tyler's. It's freezing and Tyler instantly passes it back, the ice cube switching back and forth until it finally melts.

Once it melts, Josh pulls away. He drags an ice cube down Tyler's stomach, following the wet trail with warm kisses. The temperature variation and anticipation of where Josh's lips may end up drives Tyler wild. Without warning, Josh grips the boys panties and tears them off.

"Hey!" Tyler gasps. "Those were nice!"

"I'll get you better ones," Josh promises, dragging the nearly melted ice cube over Tyler's hip and down his thigh, lips kissing closer and closer to his cock.

Finally, Josh's lips close over Tyler's leaking tip, sucking gently as he grips both thighs. The ice cube is now completely melted, but Josh's hands are still freezing as he wraps one around Tyler's cock.

"Fuck," Tyler moans, unintentionally thrusting into Josh's mouth. "Please sir, please. More."

Josh complies, taking Tyler's cock deeper into his mouth slowly, slowly, until there's no more left to take. The brunette is shaking, pulling on the restraints as he desperately wishes he could touch Josh right now.

"More," he chokes out, not knowing what more Josh could give. "Please, sir."

As Josh bobs his head along Tyler's cock at a painfully slow pace, he presses a freezing index finger against the boy's hole. He hums, as if asking if it's okay.

"Yes, please," Tyler gasps, letting out a pornographic moan as Josh slides not one, but two fingers inside of him. "Fuck!"

Josh chuckles, sending vibrations through the cock buried in his throat. He takes Tyler's whole length easily, slowly working his fingers inside of the brunette.

"Oh god," Tyler groans, back arching off the bed as his face contorts in pleasure. And when Josh finally picks up the pace, Tyler is sure he's not going to last much longer. "Oh fuck!"

Josh fingers him quickly, curling them in the slightest bit as he finds that certain spot that instantaneously sends Tyler over the edge.

"I'm cumming!" The brunette squeaks, clenching around Josh's fingers as he finishes in his mouth.

The older stops moments after, easing his fingers out of Tyler and swallowing his cum. Josh takes the blindfold off, reveling in the sight of the boy as he comes down from his high.

"Shit," Tyler whispers, blinking as his eyes adjust to the light. "That was so good."

"More?" Josh grins, his lips red and swollen. He looks so hot, making Tyler already hard again. He nods sheepishly, a red tint engraved into his tan cheeks.

"Yes, please. Will you untie me?"

Josh does, rubbing the red marks and placing gentle kisses around Tyler's wrists and ankles. He has the younger flip over onto his hands and knees, but ties his hands behind his back so his face is smushed against the bed.

"You okay?" Josh checks, nearly drooling at the sight of the boy completely submissive to him.

"Mhm," Tyler nods, letting his eyes fall shut. He's a little uncomfortable, and the rope hurts his wrists, but it's nothing he can't tolerate.

"Good, such a good boy," Josh praises, soothing his hands down the back of Tyler's thighs. "You look so pretty like this. All flustered just because of me."

Tyler finds himself smiling, loving every word Josh utters. He hums in response, gasping when the older licks a flat stripe against him.

"So pretty," Josh murmurs, squeezing Tyler's ass between his fingers. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me," Tyler responds instantly. "Please, sir, I need you."

"Such a needy boy, hm? You want me to make you feel good?" Josh asks, spitting on his fingers and slipping one inside Tyler.

He gasps, nodding quickly. "Yes, sir. Fuck!"

"You wanna feel me, baby? Wanna feel my cock deep inside you?"

"God, yes," Tyler pants, pushing back against Josh as he adds another digit.

"What's a good boy say?" Josh teases, scissoring his fingers to prep Tyler further.

"Please, sir. I want to feel you bare," Tyler whines, twisting his wrists together.

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes, I'm sure, please," he begs, shutting his eyes tight. "Please."

Josh pulls away, making the boy groan. He opens his eyes to find Josh sitting on his thighs, spreading lube over his bare cock. The older meets his eyes, lips curling into a little smirk. "You're lucky you're such a good boy. Good boys get what they want, don't they, baby?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler nods, biting his lower lip as he watches Josh toss the lube aside. "I'm your good boy."

"You're my good boy," Josh repeats, one hand on Tyler's hip and the other gripping his wrists as he slides in.

"Fuck!" Tyler moans, pushing his ass back against Josh, feeling his cock bury deeper inside him.

"Talk to me, baby," Josh mumbles under his breath, easing himself in and out of Tyler.

"God, you're so deep inside me," Tyler whimpers, not even caring at how pathetic he probably sounds. "Your cock feels so good."

"My pretty boy," Josh groans, tightening his grip on Tyler as he rolls his hips faster. "Taking my cock like the good boy you are."

Tyler loves this, he feels like he's in Heaven. Josh's cock filling him up, ropes tied around him tightly, restraining him from pleasuring himself, dirty words rolling off Josh's tongue.

"Sir," he gasps as Josh positions his hips to a different angle. "Please touch me, please. I'm gonna cum."

"No," Josh grunts, only thrusting into Tyler harder. "I want you to cum untouched. Show me how good you are."

Tyler whines, whimpers mixing with moans as Josh's cock brushes against his prostate over and over again. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

Josh doesn't let up, pulling on Tyler's wrists as he hits that spot one last time and the brunette cums in white ribbons all over the bed. Josh doesn't stop yet, not until he gets sloppy and he's practically laying on Tyler, moaning as he cums inside of him.

"Holy shit," Josh pants, not removing himself from the younger. "You're so beautiful, Ty."

Said boy blushes, licking chapped lips as his eyes fall shut. He's suddenly tired again, he could fall asleep just like this.

"Stay here," Josh says as he slowly pulls out, Tyler whining. He hears rumbling for a few seconds before the bed dips again, and something fills him up.

"Sir?"

"Don't worry," Josh soothes, pushing whatever it is deeper inside Tyler. "It's a butt plug. Do you know what that is?"

Tyler nods slowly. "Why do I need it?"

"Because I want you to. Watch this."

Tyler can't watch because his eyes are closed, but he doesn't really need to. It starts vibrating, making him gasp and clench his legs together. But as quickly as it started, it stops.

"Whyyy..." Tyler whines, wiggling beneath the man.

"So I can make you feel good all day without having to touch you," Josh says, carefully untying his wrists. Tyler doesn't sit up, he only flattens himself out and groans.

"You're going to be mean about it."

"Why would I do that?" Josh grins, stepping into his boxers. "You were a good boy, weren't you?"

"Mhm," Tyler hums, rolling over onto his back. "I'm tired."

"Go back to sleep," Josh whispers, kissing his forehead. "I'm getting in the shower."

"Hnnnn," Tyler whines, holding his arms out. "No, lay with me."

"Don't you want Brendon to come over tonight?"

"Okay, go shower."

Josh chuckles, kissing him gently. "That's what I thought."