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Being told to leave the apartment is never a good sign. Especially on the morning of his birthday, when instead of being awoken by a fleeting kiss against his lips, a cup of hot chocolate, and the usual birthday routine, he's forced into his daytime clothes before he's fully awake, and being dragged towards the door by a grip that doesn't falter no matter how hard he digs his feet into the carpet.
Snow flutters outside the window, sticking to the glass before melting from the heat that seeps out of their apartment, and continues to pile on the sidewalks outside. Regardless of that, his dislike of the cold, and his protest that he isn't sure whether he'll be able to get outside with how hard the snow is falling, Gold insists on him leaving, pushing him out the door with more force than he feels is necessary.
It's not the best way to start his birthday, but with the door slamming in his face, Gold's voice filtering through the wood that he won't unlock it until the half hour he wants him gone is up, and the lack of keys in his pocket, he doesn't have a choice. He could always pick the lock, but if Gold wants him to leave this badly, he can take the hint.
While he knows that there's a high chance Gold's kicking him out to set up a surprise for him, not that it's much of a surprise anymore, with Gold's insistence making it painfully obvious that something is going on, it still stings. Without Gold saying so much as a 'Happy Birthday' to him when he woke up, and the typical birthday morning breakfast he had grown used to over the past few years of living with Gold nowhere to be seen on the table, it's almost as if Gold forgot. He knows that isn't the case, since Gold has practically been counting down the days since the month started, but he still walks away from their apartment with his feet dragging on the floor, and his head hanging low, hair falling to cover his face.
The cold bites at his cheeks as he steps outside, pushing past the pile of snow that's sitting in front of the building doors. Despite the weather, the sidewalks are bustling with people, all bundled in layer upon layer of heavy winter clothing. Far more than Silver's wearing, and he quickly finds himself regretting the decision to not grab another coat before getting locked out.
From the single glance he takes at each store he passes, they're packed with people, more seeming to enter the stores than leave. Wandering through a store or two would take up most of the half hour that Gold made him leave for, and would keep the cold away, but due to the crowds, he walks past every store. He doesn't need to be pushed, shoved, and touched by strangers that are too poor at time-management to get their Christmas shopping done sometime prior to the day before the holiday.
Goldenrod is always crowded, but the holiday season only increases the amount of people wandering the streets, those visiting from other regions, or even other cities adding to the traffic on the streets. By the time Silver has found somewhere to sit down to wait out the remaining time, his head buzzes from all the surrounding noise, and even the brief moment of peace doesn't do enough to chase away the tension that lingers.
There are a few messages on his phone when he turns the screen on, along with the time flashing directly in his face; ten minutes since he left. His fingers burn from the cold as he swipes through the screens until he gets to his messages, and if Gold doesn't have some grand surprise set up for him when he gets back, he's going to demand that they go out to the one coffee stand he really likes and make Gold get him a hot coffee to apologize for forcing him to sit outside in the cold for half an hour. Or maybe he'll make Gold go without him, make him venture into the cold and freeze for something he wants.
Responding to the birthday messages from their friends, people who remembered what today is, fills up most of the time, and just as he finishes up a conversation with Blue about their plans to meet up that weekend, a text from Gold comes through. Ignoring it is tempting, make Gold wait a little more as payback for how rude he was that morning, but it's too cold, and he doesn't want to sit outside for any longer than necessary. With a sigh, he sends a response that he'll be there in a few minutes, not having walked too far, and hurries back to their apartment building to get into the warmth—and hopefully birthday breakfast—that awaits him.
The door is unlocked when he gets back, but there are none of the scents that he was hoping to find. There's no sizzling from the stove as the crisp smell of bacon overtakes every space in the apartment, no smoke lingering in the air from all the cooking Gold would have done, or even a single plate on the table. Another wave of disappointment tugs at his heart, and he can't stop a frown from forming on his face.
Gold's not anywhere to be seen himself, nor any of their pokemon. The apartment is quiet, like Gold took both of their teams and left. Is Gold trying to tell him something? Taking all of their pokemon and leaving him alone in an empty apartment on his birthday? His mind jumps to the worst possible scenario before he forces himself to shake the thought away, calling out for Gold.
"I'm in the bedroom!" comes the response, although when Silver turns, the bedroom door is shut.
Another question rests on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it back, approaching the door. When he grabs the handle, he's half expecting it to be locked, but it turns effortlessly, creaking as it slowly swings open.
Whatever he was thinking Gold needed him to leave for, it wasn't this.
He freezes in the doorframe, hand still on holding the knob as he stares at the scene in front of him. Gold, laying on their bed, naked except for his boxers, and staring at him with a look in his eyes that screams of lust. But what catches Silver's eyes, and leaves him unable to do anything but stare, are the thick ribbons tying him to the bed, arms and legs outstretched to leave him exposed and helpless. A glance at the nightstand shows that Gold planned out everything for what he obviously has planned, with a bottle of lube, the reel of ribbon that he must have used, and a few of their other bedroom toys sitting on top.
"Happy Birthday," Gold says, giving him a soft, sweet smile. "I would give you a kiss, but, uh, as you can see…"
"What— How did you manage to do this?" He knows that Gold is fairly good at tying knots, having experienced his skills firsthand during their many, many nights of experimenting with different kinks and sex positions, but he doesn't see how Gold could have managed to tie himself up in the manner that he did. Unless he had someone come over in the thirty minutes Silver was gone, it doesn't seem possible.
"I uh, had Aibo help a little." Gold chuckles, squirming in his binds. "Everyone is in their balls now though, so we won't be disturbed."
He isn't going to mention how weird he thinks it is to involve their pokemon in their sex life, but at least Gold kept his underwear on. It'd be a lot weirder if he said that while fully naked.
When he doesn't move from where he's still standing in the doorframe, across the room from the bed, Gold whines and begs him to come closer, pulling at his restraints hard enough to make the bed creak. Slowly, he steps into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. There's no need to close it, considering that they're alone, but it feels more private to have the door shut when they have sex.
"Shouldn't our positions be flipped?" he asks, unzipping and throwing his jacket away. It's gotten too hot, and he isn't sure whether it's due to Gold turning the heat on earlier, or the feeling that makes his pants way tighter than they were only a minute ago. "Usually I'm the one being tied to the bed."
"I thought we would change things up today. It is your birthday after all, thought I would let you be in charge for once." Gold lifts his hips off the bed, drawing Silver's attention down to where the outline of his fully hard cock is visible through the thin fabric of his boxers. "If you want that. But if not, just untie me and we can switch positions real quick. I'll still fuck you stupid."
He stops just close enough to the bed for Gold's foot to graze him, right at the level of his crotch, sending a spark of pleasure through him as he presses down directly on his dick. "No, this is… this is fine. But I'm, not quite sure what to do." This is the first time he's even come close to being the dominant one in the bedroom, and although it's not the first time Gold has mentioned potentially switching their roles, giving him time to think about what he might do if he were ever the one giving the commands, now that it's happening, he's forgetting every idea that had crossed his mind before.
"Whatever you want to do, baby," Gold says, like it's as easy as that. "This is your present, and you can do whatever you want with it." His voice comes out breathy and light, like he's holding back a moan as he makes a futile attempt to rub his legs together, and the sound goes straight to Silver's dick. "Make me blow you, ride me, you could even fuck me if you wanted to truly switch roles today."
The last idea makes him shake his head. He enjoys having Gold inside of him, feeling his cock press against him in such a perfect way, too much to even think about topping. That's a job he'll leave to Gold.
"But what if I hurt you?" His pants are getting too tight, cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric, forcing him to unbuckle his belt and drop them to the floor. He holds off on taking his boxers off, seeing as Gold's aren't off either. "You can't exactly push me away if I do something you don't like."
"Silv," Gold's tone turns serious, like he's the one in charge, and practically forcing him to look up and at him. "Do I ever hurt you during these scenes?"
"No," he mumbles, already knowing exactly where Gold is taking this. From the corner of his eye, he can see Gold curl his fingers in a 'come here' gesture, and crawls onto the bed to straddle Gold's waist. Gold's dick presses against his ass, and he can't resist grinding down on it, making his own dick twitch at the imagery of having Gold inside of him.
"I trust you." Gold's voice is nothing but genuine, and it makes him squirm, doing nothing to help with either of their growing erections as he brushes against Gold's again.
After years of people being unwilling to trust him, due to how he looked, the crimes he committed in the past, or even his heritage, having someone claim to trust him without a hint of hesitation has his heart fluttering. He's not entirely sure how to feel about that. Or how to react, ducking his head to hide behind his bangs and try to keep Gold from seeing the blush on his face or the way he bites down on his lip, worrying the skin between his teeth.
"We can do whatever you want to do, baby. You're in control here," Gold assures, following it with another reassurance that they can even stop if he doesn't want to do this.
Control, although something he's incredibly familiar with in everyday life, refusing to hand over even a sliver of in case it's then used to hurt him, isn't something he's used to having here. It feels like he's on a stage, being expected to put on a show when he has no idea what it's about to begin with. He's going to mess this up, and Gold isn't going to like it.
But Gold's voice rings in his head, that simple "I trust you," somehow manages to quell his worries. With one movement, he pulls his shirt off, leaving them both in the same state of undress. Gold's eyes fall from his face to his chest, seeming to scan every inch in his sight, and doing nothing to help with the feeling Silver has of being on stage in front of an audience that he's about to disappoint.
What Gold even sees in him, he doesn't know. Comparatively, Gold's the better looking one, with a fit, toned body, while he just managed in the past few months to get to a healthy weight that doesn't make it look like he's one missed meal away from dying of starvation. The years of living with Gold, and the steady meals that came with it helped him get there, but even before that, Gold never hesitated to comment on how beautiful he supposedly was, even when he was nothing but skin and bones, or while Gold was tracing over the scars that litter his chest, pressing kisses to each and every one he'd come across.
There's a blindfold on the nightstand, and although it's tempting to use it to keep Gold from staring at him, he leaves it alone, allowing Gold to keep his sight for now. His hands trace over Gold's chest, running along his stomach and feeling the muscles beneath his fingers. The same muscles that help Gold hold him down so easily when their positions are switched.
A single brush against Gold's dick has a moan filling the air, Gold's eyes slipping shut as the bedframe creaks once again. There's a wet patch on his boxers that's impossible to miss when Silver shifts down, giving him clear access to his cock. His own dick twitches, and a moan builds in his throat at the idea of being able to fuck Gold as hard, and for as long as he wants.
The ribbons around Gold's ankles prevent the removal of his boxers, but the slit in them still gives him easy access to Gold's dick, slipping it between the gap in the fabric to fondle it. He's already fully-hard and leaking precum, leaving sticky fluid to string between Silver's fingers as he strokes him in slow pumps. With how much drips out of him, he has to wonder whether the lube would be necessary, or if he could prep himself with nothing but Gold's precum.
He knows that's a terrible idea, and reaches over to grab the bottle of lube that Gold left out for him. If he wants to enjoy this, he'll need more lube than what either of them could naturally produce.
His boxers come off easily, and his hand immediately returns to Gold's dick, continuing to stroke him without pause. Gold squirms under him, moans spilling from his lips each time Silver's thumb swipes over his tip or squeezes the base of his cock. Over and over again, his hand slides along Gold's dick, refusing to give him even a moment of rest.
"Oh, fuck, Silv," Gold groans, jerking his hips up into his touch. "You're gonna make me cum already. Holy fuck how are you so good at this?"
"I've had a few years of practice." He hears Gold's warning, but chooses to ignore it; he knows that Gold's not too close yet, and he can continue for another few seconds. The years they've spent sleeping together, and the first year, where he didn't feel comfortable enough to allow them to go all the way, gave him plenty of time to experiment with giving handjobs and blowjobs, learning exactly what Gold likes, and what gets him close within a few minutes.
When Gold groans again, jerking as curses spill from his lips, Silver abruptly stops, pulling all touch away. The angry curse Gold spews out as he's denied the orgasm he was on the edge of makes him pause, hand hovering over Gold's dick, still slathered in precum.
"Did I do something wrong?" He can't help but freeze, gaze snapping up to meet Gold's and look for any sign that he's upset and wants to stop.
Confusion laces Gold's face when his eyes crack open. "What? No, that just, felt really good and I thought you were gonna let me cum. Bit of a shock when you pulled away." The confusion fades, being replaced with a smile that shines clear with amusement. "You're worrying too much. I'm telling you, just do whatever you want to, no matter how mean it is to me. I can handle it, and if it's really too much, I'll tell you to stop."
He nods, shifting forward just a bit more, until the tips of their dicks touch. Gold trusts him, trusts him to do whatever he wants to and not hurt him. There's nothing he could do that would truly hurt him, but he still wants this to be enjoyable for Gold too.
With one last brush against Gold's dick, he slips his lube-covered fingers towards his ass, using his other hand to steady himself so he doesn't fall onto Gold's chest. The digit is cold and slimy as he pushes it into himself, making him shiver from the temperature. It's something that he's more than used to, and he's still a little loose from the last time they fucked, but the coldness of the lube is always unpleasant, no matter how many times it's used.
Each time he thrusts his fingers into himself, he doesn't miss how Gold squirms, yanking at his bindings like he's trying to slip out of them. His dick continues to leak against his stomach, twitching with every moan that Silver doesn't quite manage to muffle.
"I don't know how you do this," Gold pants, speaking up before Silver can ask if he's okay again. "I want to touch you so bad. This is like torture." Despite what he's saying, there's no sign of discomfort in his voice, and Silver forces himself to sit back from where he was about to lean forward and untie the restraints. Gold hasn't told him to stop yet. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight. You're gonna be sore for days once I get my hands on you."
The promise of another round later, where their positions will likely end up switched, makes him moan again. He crooks his fingers up, prodding them against the bundle of nerves inside of himself that he's vastly familiar with. His entire body jerks forward, and him and Gold moan in tandem as their dicks brush.
Tearing his fingers out of himself, he lines his entrance up with Gold's dick, hovering over him. He needs Gold inside of him now. The head presses against his ass, beginning to push into him, and he drops down just a little too fast. Fire licks at his spine, pulling a yelp out of him as his back arches, eyelids screwing shut like that would do anything to reduce the pain that radiates through his entire body.
"Shit, Silv, slow down, don't hurt yourself." The bed creaks again, and he doesn't have to look to know that Gold is once again fighting his restraints. "Are you okay?"
There's nothing but pure concern in his voice, and if he weren't tied down to the bed, there's no doubt that Gold would be wrapping him up in his arms, making sure that's he's alright before allowing things to go further. As things are, all he can do is tug at the ribbons binding him, and murmur reassurance to him.
"I'm fine," he breathes out, head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath. From the hum Gold gives beneath him, he can tell that he doesn't fully believe that, but he can't do anything else about Silver's answer.
The pain slowly fades, until all that's left behind is the mild discomfort of having a dick inside of him, and he gives an experimental thrust, lifting himself up until he can feel the head stretching him out once more, before sliding back down. His eyes roll back from the pleasure as he bites down on his lip to stifle his moan, but Gold's moan rings in his ears, loud and clear.
He starts a steady rhythm, pulling off Gold's cock to then slide back down, fucking himself on the shaft. Gold moans each time, jerking when he clenches around the base, and letting praise spill from his lips. Their breaths mix together as skin hits skin, and pleasure overtakes them both, sparking along every inch of their bodies.
Both of them are close to their climaxes, and although a part of him wants to slow down, take his time and drag this out for as long as possible, enjoy having Gold's dick inside of him, he doesn't slow his pace. He slams down onto Gold, dick bouncing to hit against Gold's stomach and dripping more precum to join the pile already drying on his skin. When Gold groans, throwing his head back against the pillows, Silver knows that he's seconds away from release. His own orgasm lingers in his gut, and it only grows stronger each time Gold slides into him.
They cum in sync, with him spilling white seed over Gold's stomach as Gold's own floods his insides, the familiar feeling of being filled with cum only adding to his pleasure. He collapses against Gold's chest, tucking his head into his shoulder, where he can feel the heat from his breath reflect back onto his face. Gold's chest rises and falls against his own, and his dick is still inside of him, but he can't bring himself to move just yet. His orgasm hit him harder than he was expecting, and it's almost like it wiped all of the energy from him, leaving him exhausted and ready to sleep despite it being ten in the morning.
Gold shifts beneath him, groaning as he gives another tug at his restraints, one that's way too hard, like he forgot they were there. "Oh, yeah." He cranes his head back to look up towards the headboard. "Can you untie me now?"
It takes less than a minute to undo all the binds, and he tries his best to massage Gold's wrists in the same way Gold has done for him in the past. He definitely doesn't do the best job, but Gold smiles and thanks him all the same. When he tries to get up to grab Gold a cup of water however, Gold pulls him back to the bed, trapping him in his arms and the blankets he wraps around him.
"Nope, it's your birthday, you're going to relax now," Gold says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I'll go get breakfast ready, don't think I forgot about that, and you relax until it's ready." He pauses in the doorway, glancing back with a mischievous smirk on his face. "And maybe come up with some ideas of what you'd like me to do to you tonight. Cause after dinner, it's your turn. This is far from your last present of the day."
He's gone before Silver can respond, disappearing with a wink. They both know that he'll in the kitchen within a few minutes, helping to set the table while Gold finishes the cooking, but for now, he allows himself to sink into the bed, letting out a sigh as the last waves of euphoria from his orgasm wash over him.
That wasn't the surprise he was expecting for his birthday, definitely one he never would have asked for himself, but that's part of the fun of being with Gold. Most of the time, Gold somehow manages to know exactly what he'll like. And if Gold's open to experimenting again, he wouldn't be opposed to trying this again. He already has a few ideas of what he'd like to try next time, and he has to find someway to get back at Gold for kicking him out that morning.