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Joey found himself flat on his back, hands cuffed above his head, with his husband between his legs, sucking his cock. They didn't often start things this way, but he certainly wasn't going to protest. He tested the hold on the cuffs, wincing slightly as the metal bit into his skin. These weren't any cheap novelties. They were almost the real deal, but he knew there was an opt-out latch so he could free himself if he had to. He'd rolled his eyes at the notion; he was no quitter. He sighed and sunk a little deeper into their ultra plush mattress. As he moved the chain against his neck jingled slightly. He was never going to escape the dog jokes with this one, Seto had bought him an actual choke chain. The cool metal felt good against his hot skin though, so he didn't complain. Seto had smirked when he put it on but kept his comments to himself.
He whined when Seto pulled off, leaving him hard and desperate. The taller man leered down at him “God you look good like this. And you're about to look even better.” Joey felt his face flush as Seto gripped the chain and pulled, gasping in surprise as his head was lifted clear off his pillow, long enough for another one to get shoved under him, bringing him up at an angle. Seto kept a light grip on the chain as he crawled up the bed until he was kneeling over his surprised and horny husband, Joey's eyes level with his dick. He gently threaded his fingers through the honey blond hair below him, before tightening his grip as he growled “It's not going to suck itself. That's what I have my cock whore for, right?” Joey groaned, dirty talk was a rare treat in this house. He licked his lips but pulled back slightly, always curious to see how far he could push his very composed husband. Pretty far he realized as the hand left his hair and slapped him hard before gripping his chin and forcing his cock in.
Helplessly he moaned around the incredible length pushing all the way back into his throat. Fuck this was hot. The hand gripping his collar tightened and he had a moment of panic as his air cut off. He flexed his fingers to calm himself, breathing carefully through his nose, reminding himself that he could. He would never be in any actual danger. Still, this level of aggression was a bit more than he'd expected. His eyes rolled back as Seto started moving his hips, grinding his cock deeper. Joey felt his thoughts melt from his brain, unable to focus on much of anything as he started moving his head to meet the thrusts. Feeling every jab into his throat, surely that was going to bruise. He gasped a little as the chain around his throat loosened. That was going to bruise too.
Seto pulled back to look down at him as he whimpered, frustrated by the tease of starting and stopping. Still, he pulled in more air while he could, aware that he was a bit light-headed. He felt his husband's hands reposition, one now holding down his still cuffed wrists, the other held just above his cheek. A pose ready to strike. He licked his lips and attempted to lift his head, desperate to get that cock back in his mouth, only to be pushed down and slapped even harder than before. He moaned as he came untouched as Seto thrust himself back into his mouth. “Knew you would fucking love this. Such a good cock sucker.” He moved faster than before, pushing deeper than Joey though was possible, choking him again. He'd never expected to be held down like this. He jerked his arms against his restraints, which only made Seto press down harder, keeping him there, before pulling back and cumming on his face for the first time ever.
A little disoriented, Joey stayed where he was, not capable of processing basic tasks like sitting up, opening his eyes, or wiping his face. The pressure on his wrists disappeared and his arms flopped down to his side. Seto laid down next to him and started petting his fingers gently through his hair. He felt his hands glide down to his neck, rubbing across the chain before removing it. He heard the click of the cap on the lotion bottle before the gentle hands returned, rubbing circles on the marks left behind. He sighed and snuggled in closer, not caring that he should probably shower. This was his happy place. Seto's hands moved to his wrists, so there must be marks there too. The gentle massage felt wonderful. He could fall asleep like this. Instead, he peeked his eyes open and made eye contact, before Seto sighed and got up. Before Joey could protest, he had gone to the bathroom and back again, with a warm wet washcloth. Always the clean freak. He sighed though as his face was wiped clean, followed by his stomach and dick. Somehow as tired as he was, he still started to get aroused again. Too soon, Seto pulled his hand away with a chuckle, bringing the blankets back up and over their bodies. They didn't need to speak to know what they needed. Joey relaxed back into his husband's embrace, ready for sleep.