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Bob was nervous.
He had found the nicest pair of wrist restraints online, and without thinking he purchased them. Well, he was thinking. Of John. In the cuffs. Whatever.
The cuffs themselves didn't have anything connecting them, but they did have loops to possibly connect them to something. They were also made of black matt leather.
They had come in the mail two days ago, and Bob had hidden them in his closet. John didn't go in there, yet Bob still had a recurring nightmare that he would snoop while Bob was sleeping and find them. Which wouldn't happen, but again, whatever.
Currently, they were cuddling. John was big spoon this time, hugging Bob tight as Bob stared at the closet. John had his face tucked into Bob's hair. Everything was supposed to be fine.
“You good?”
John's voice broke Bob out of his trance. He turned his head to see John looking at him with an odd expression on his face.
“Yeah! Yeah. Everything fine,” Bob reassured–or tried to. He wasn't sure how successful he was.
“What's in the closet?” John asked. Apparently Bob wasn't successful at all.
“Nothin’” Bob said, forcing a smile. He brought one of his hands up to cradle John's face, in hopes to distract him. It didn't work.
“Come on, baby. Somethings gotta be in there for you to be staring at it like that,” John huffed, turning his head away from Bob's hand.
Bob knew John might jump to conclusions. Despite what he wanted people to think, he overthinks everything. Sometimes Bob wonders if it's worse than his own.
Right now was the best time to show John the cuffs. Sighing quietly, he twisted out of John's grip and onto the floor. He stood up, walking to the closet.
“You have to promise you won't get mad,” Bob said, turning to John. His hands were on the closet handles and his face was serious. John raised his eyebrows.
“I'll try my best,” he said. Bob turned back to the closet, knowing that was the best he'd get.
Opening the doors, he pulled out the discreet box before shutting them again. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked to the bed.
“I got something for you,” Bob explained, sitting on the edge. John sat up, looking interested.
Bob opened the box, revealing the leather cuffs. “I thought–I thought you would look nice in these. But if you don't want to wear them–” Bob was cut off with a kiss.
John pushed the box out of the way, going to straddle the brunette. Sitting in his lap, John deepened the kiss. Bob signed into his mouth, letting John take control. John reluctantly pulled back.
“You were saying?” John asked, panting.
“You would look nice in them,” Bob answered. John looked to the cuffs.
“You wanna try them right now?” He questioned. Bob nodded. John mirrored the action.
Bob took the box and removed the cuffs, which was relatively difficult with the soldier in his lap, but he got it done.
Taking one of John's wrist, he looked up to him for final confirmation. John nodded. Bob looked back down, working on tightening them over John's wrist before doing the same to the other. John sighed, fluttering his eyes shut as the faux fur on the inside of them made contact with his skin. It wasn't a collar but he sure as hell felt owned.
John dropped his head onto Bob's shoulder. Bob smiled as he rubbed the blondes back.
“Are they okay?” Bob asked. John huffed.
“Don't ask stupid questions,” He mumbled. Bob rested his hands on his hips and squeezed.
“Don't be a brat,” Bob retorted. “Tell me how it feels, baby,”
John whined, shifted his hips. His cock was growing achingly hard.
“It feels..” John trailed off. He was never good at the describing part, always having both too many words and too little at the same time. Bob was patient though, rubbing his hands on John's sides. John took a shaky breath.
“It feels really, really good. I feel owed,” John said, whispering the last part. Bob smiled.
“Good job, baby. Good boy,” Bob praised, leaning down to press a kiss to John's forehead. John sighed in relief. Bob trailed a hand down to John's cock.
“Let me make my good boy cum,” Bob cooed, stroking John's cock. John's hips jerked forwards. He bit onto Bob's shoulder as the man twisted his hand at the tip. John felt his orgasm rising surprisingly fast. Soon he was taping Bob's arm twice, asking to cum.
“Go ahead,” Bob whispered. John came with a shout. Bob stroked him through the aftershocks, and didn't stop until John was pushing at his arm.
Reaching over to grab a tissue, Bob wiped up his hand and John's cock, causing a whimper, and did the best he could for his stained shirt. He was glad he did laundry.
“Do you want me to take the cuffs off?” Bob asked, tracing over them with a hand. John shook his head.
Laying them both down, Bob allowed John to rest his head on his chest. Smiling softly at his boy, Bob played with John's hair until they both fell asleep.