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The fragrance of roses and vanilla slowly filled the room. The scented candle flickered idly by the cabinet next to his dresser. Juliek lay on his bed breathing heavily, his bare body flushed red from the cool air in his room. The fabric of a blindfold over his eyes, making it hard to see anything in his dimly lit room. His heart thumped loudly in his chest when he felt the presence of the bigger man known as his best friend towering over him, slowly moving closer to him. The mattress sank underneath the man’s knees, then his body weight as Accardi lay on his side next to Juliek.
Accardi chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on Juliek’s chest rising so eagerly while the younger’s body was neatly tied up in strips of silky scarlet, all the way to his thighs. An elegant ribbon tied his arms together, not so much to constrict any blood flow but enough so he wouldn’t flail around, undoubtedly the handiwork of Accardi Florentino.
“It’s your birthday, and yet here you are all wrapped up so nicely like a pretty present. Or do you simply wish to be opened so badly?”
That earned him a whine from Juliek, the needy man wiggled against his constraints, turning to face the source of Accardi’s voice. Juliek looked so beautiful like this, dressed up in red strings with his body trembling from excitement, sweat glistening his skin and each breath made the ribbons rub against his sensitive areas. His nipples, his waist, his dick, all hidden yet exposed under layers of silk. The younger instinctively move closer to him when his hand reached out, touching his cheek so tenderly. How similar he was to a pet waiting for its owner’s affection.
“You’re so beautiful.” Accardi sighed, his hand moving down to Juliek’s throat, where he’d swallow expectantly. Then inbetween his chest, where his breathing hitched and Accardi could feel the rapid beating underneath. Then to his stomach, so warm where wine had been previously ingested.
Accardi caught himself drooling, the tightness in his pants is a result of how he looked forward to this. There were days when Accardi daydreamed about finding Juliek on the cover of a Playboy’s magazine, wearing a semi-nude outfit with a teasing smile on his face, his eyes half-lidded in a seductive way. And now that his fantasy was laid out on the bed so eagerly for him to consume, how should he begin? Start with the appetizer and slowly make his way to the main course or devour feverishly, leaving the other writhing underneath him until all he can muster is his name.
Accardi figured he should at least prepare Juliek before going in him, make it easier for him. It is his birthday after all. He bit the tip of his glove, pulled at it and threw the fabric somewhere on the floor. Accardi would prefer to not see his scarred hand during his most intimate time with Juliek, but seeing as the latter was tied up it meant he has to be the one to do the prepping.
Taking the bottle of lube that is conveniently on the nightstand, Accardi made a mental note of how devious Juliek was, leaving this out in the open as if he expected things to occur this way when Accardi showed up to celebrate his birthday.
“O-Oh!” Juliek gasped when he felt a slippery finger enter him, “Accardi~, how rude of you to intrude so, so suddenly…” Juliek teased, dragging his words almost like a drunk. He heard another faint chuckle from Accardi before he was arching his back out of the bed, two large fingers now moving inside him drawling out needy whimpers. Another gasp escaped his lips when the older’s fingers divided, spreading him open, and made a scissoring motion that sent waves of pleasure straight to his dick. Sinful sounds filled the room from the motion of Accardi fingering him, his skillful hand moving in a way that made it impossible for Juliek to hold in moans. Being a man known to have slept with many, he should be embarrassed for being so easily stimulated by mere fingers, but how could he not when Accardi knew exactly where to dig inside him in order to pry out these filthy noises? And when large digits curled onto a bumpy area, the usually prideful man’s body jolted as he uttered groans. Precum leaked from his swelling dick, and Juliek swear he would’ve come if only Accardi didn’t remove his fingers from his cavern, leaving a string of slick behind. He made a dissatisfied noise, his eyes widening when the weight next to him moved.
“Fuck... Accardi, please. Don’t leave me like this…!” Juliek pleaded, his eyes trying to search for the former through the cloth hiding his eyes. He heard faint rustlings next to him, the sound of zippers pulling caught his ear, small thumps as layers of clothes fell on the floor. A hand patted his hair while another flipped him on his stomach, Juliek willingly lifted his ass when he realized the older wasn’t going anywhere. A husky whisper telling Juliek to let Accardi take care of him was enough to relax his muscles. He buried his face in his pillow when he felt the tip of something warm and hard touching his twitching entrance, his legs kicking weakly when it slowly pushed past his barriers filling him up so much it hurt at first.
Muffled moans came out of Juliek’s pillow while Accardi moved his hips in a slow rhythm. Each time his cock grinded a particularly rough spot inside elicited a mewl from the younger.
“Come on Accardiii~, is this really all you got? I won’t be able to cum with just the~” The pink-haired man’s hips raised higher, pushing more of Accardi into him, the deeper part of his tight insides stretched by the man’s length, “~tip.” a mix between a giggle and moan left his plush lips, knowing how much Accardi was affected by his choice of words.
The older man bit his lips, he was trying so hard to restrain himself from hurting his bedmate. His size making it difficult to have sex without it being too much for his partner, he always has to be gentle with anyone he beds. And here Juliek was, knew full well how hard Accardi was trying to be gentle with him and still decided to be a brat and provoke him. A growl escaped Accardi, he pushed himself in roughly, hitting a bundle of nerves that made Juliek scream. “Wait, wait! Not so--!” His cries fell on deaf ears, the older relentlessly slamming into him.
Grunts left the darker man’s lips when Juliek’s insides clung to his cock, massaging it in the best way while the man beneath him was starting to beg for harder thrusts. Slutty noises left his mouth, so unlike the Juliek he knew every day.
The older momentarily slowed down, his thrusts more tender, rubbing heavily against the right spots that drove Juliek to bury his face into soft cushions.
“Ouhh–– ‘cardi, please–” Pleas for more left the younger’s mouth, he squirmed helplessly. The pillow was dampened with drool where his mouth is. Tears that wasn’t absorbed into the blindfold slid down to join the rest and enlarging the wet spot whenever his body rocked forward by Accardi’s thrusts.
Silky ribbons rubbed against flaming hot skin, the friction enough to get his nipples perky, poking out of the fabric erotically. A truly delicious sight for Accardi to behold, to covet only for himself to see. He wouldn’t forgive Juliek if he ever showed this side to anyone other than him.
Slap
Juliek’s head lifted and he gasped when the sting registered on his ass cheek, a red hand print undoubtedly marking him with how much force Accardi had put into it.
“Ouch!! That hurt Accardi–iiii––!!” He didn’t even get to protest. Scolding words died in his throat when Accardi’s fingers interlaced with his hair, a large hand grabbed his shoulder pulling him onto his knees, pressing his back onto the older’s chest as he slammed his cock balls deep inside. Stars appear and disappear in the darkness, dazing him. His head is going to explode with how hot it was.
“Ngh––gohh––, guh…?” He made unintelligible noises, his eyes widened at how full he felt. He couldn’t touch it with his hands, but he knew his stomach is slightly bulging from Accardi’s length buried inside him.
Accardi hummed in fascination, rubbing the bulge on Juliek’s stomach, almost lovingly. Almost.
“Look at you, so pretty with my cock inside you.” The former’s hot breath tickled his neck, he shuddered as filthy words continue to slip out from behind him, “How about I stick you in a skirt and fill your cunt next time? Get your belly swollen as if you were pregnant. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Princess?” Accardi ended the question with kisses and teeth on Juliek’s neck, littering it with hickeys and bite marks.
Strangled whines left his throat, a fire lit in the pit of his stomach. His dick twitched, not hiding the fact he’s so turned on by this kind of talk. So utterly sinful, debauched even.
“…––irl…lease…”
“What was that? You have to raise that pretty voice of yours if you want me to hear.”
“Ngh––Let me see you, please… I need it–– I’ll be a good girl, promise!” How shameless he was to beg his best friend so wantonly, grinding his hips into Accardi until his knees was shaking. To Juliek’s delight, warm hands touched the back of his head untying the knots, blindfold slipping off and the world was suddenly in front of him. Honey-colored eyes, breathtaking as they were, reflected in his blue irises. No words could describe what he was seeing. Accardi’s hair messier than his usual curls, his face a deeper shade of red, half-lidded eyes hazily stared back at him, something so fiery in the way it looked at him, it made him feel vulnerable, like prey to predator, so hot. Despite many love-making sessions, Juliek’s favorite thing was to look at him––his beloved. For a moment, the sex didn’t matter. His lips captured Accardi’s. His heart fluttered when the gesture was returned, teeth nibbling on his lower lip. He parted his mouth, their tongue intertwining in a sort of sloppy kiss. He tasted a hint of tobacco and whisky, Accardi’s signature taste.
The older man laid him on his back gently, his hands wandering. Wherever he touched felt heated, lingering for a while. Juliek moaned into the kiss when fingers rubbed his nipples through the silk, hands massaging his chest tenderly sending electricity up his spine. When they pulled away, their tongue connected for a moment through a line of spit before it broke, dripping off Juliek’s chin. He let his mind slipped into a pure state of bliss, embraced in Accardi’s hands as the man caressed him.
Meanwhile, Accardi had already started undoing the frills that hugged Juliek’s body, like unwrapping a Christmas present he’d been excitedly waiting for.
Ribbons after ribbons, each strip removed, honey-colored eyes turned feverish when the last piece of ribbon pulled away, leaving a completely naked Juliek in front of him, so vulnerable, trusting. Makes him just want to give all of his attention to the pompous man he grew to care for.
“Gorgeous.” Accardi planted another kiss onto those lips, slender arms wrap around his broad shoulders pulling him close. His hips rocked, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the bedroom. He could feel himself growing closer to finishing, the knot forming in his stomach tightened, threatening to burst at any moment. “You’re such a good girl.”
The way Accardi leaned closer to his ear, his warm voice whispering sweet nothings into it. Juliek shuddered, coating his and Accardi’s stomach with his own cum. He vocalized his pleasure when strings of moans left his mouth, all of it calling for the man on top of him.
Accardi gathered his legs, resting them on his shoulder as he gave his final thrusts, dragging out weak moans from Juliek before he grunted, painting Juliek’s interior with white hot strands. The younger threw his head back, his tongue sticking out as he sounded broken syllables.
A few minutes later, Juliek let out a content sigh as he laid with Accardi, snuggled comfortably in blankets.
“Was that good for you? I hope I wasn’t too rough.” With the high from sex dying down, the older did start feeling bad for how he handled Juliek so crudely.
“It was the best.” Juliek smiled, glistening baby blues looked up at soft honey yellow, “I love you.”
The older’s body stiffened. Juliek nuzzling into Accardi’s chest. Exhaustion caught up to him before he knew it, pink eyelashes soon closed and his breathing became calm. He missed the sight of Accardi’s eyes averting his gaze, how his smile turned into a frown. A guilty look to his expression.
“I wish I could say the same back to you.” A faint mutter said for no one to hear but its owner. The older’s arms wrapped around his friend’s body, pulling him closer.