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Wilford spun idly in Dark’s desk chair, fiddling with a glittery pink pen with an over-the-top silver star on the end of it, staring at the blank browser page on his laptop. He’d elected to set up shop at Dark’s desk in their shared bedroom rather than go all the way to his studio or just walk upstairs, and while he was supposed to researching his latest interviewee…he just couldn’t focus. He couldn’t even remember said interviewee’s name, and he’d checked his chat with his manager about a dozen times already. He was bored. But he’d made a promise to Dark, so he continued to sit in that chair, twisting this way and that, chewing on his pen and wasting Dark’s sticky notes by doodling on them and sticking them all over the desk’s surface.
A sound caught Wilford’s attention. Just a slight sound, a quiet, muffled whine, and a grin spread broad across his face. He checked his phone again. The timer that he had running – set for two hours – still had five or so minutes left on it, but…well. Wilford wasn’t exactly known for his self-restraint. He’d waited almost the full two hours. And he had such a lovely present to unwrap.
Spinning slowly around, Wilford turned to face the bed. The very bed, in fact, where Dark just so happened to lay, naked. About a dozen thick, sturdy leather straps pinned Dark’s legs together and his arms to his sides, the ends of which disappeared underneath the mattress. Wilford had been very thorough in making sure Dark could barely twitch. A snug, equally leather blindfold covered Dark’s eyes, and a matching muzzle enveloped the bottom half of his face. A pair of bright, neon pink, noise-cancelling headphones framed Dark’s face, trapping him in utter mute, blind silence, with only his thoughts to accompany him…and the toy buzzing gently away up his ass.
Wilford eyed the scene for a long moment, watching Dark’s chest heave, his dick twitch, but Wilford knew for a fact that the toy wasn’t set strong enough for Dark to cum. Prior experience and the pre pooling on Dark’s belly and dripping down onto the bed told him that. The bullet and spiderweb scar that marred Dark’s abdomen rippled with his frantic, twitching muscles, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was about at his limit – two hours was longer than they’d gone before – but something about this delectable view was persuading Wilford to maybe wait out the last couple minutes of the timer…
Dark whined again, soft and pathetic and needy, and Wilford’s already fragile self-control snapped. Fumbling to cancel the timer so it didn’t blare later, Wilford stood, and stalked over to the bedside. God, Dark was pretty. He was always beautiful, but like this? This side of him that only Wilford would ever get to see? He was downright gorgeous. Wilford couldn’t even see his eyes, but he could imagine the hazy, unfocused look in them, the blissed out expression, the way he looked at Wilford like he was divine…
Gently, barely even touching Dark’s skin, Wilford brushed his fingertips over Dark’s chest. Dark jolted like he’d been electrocuted, but then – the sound that he made, muffled as it was, had Wilford straining in his trousers in an instant. He couldn’t help but touch again, sliding his fingers over Dark’s chest, between the straps that bound him, before grabbing one soft pec in his hand and kneading it gently. Dark squirmed – or tried to, anyway – and the whimper he let out was desperate enough to have Wilford backing away and stripping as fast as he could, practically chucking his clothes to the other side of the room.
Slowly, Wilford eased the headphones off of Dark’s head, setting them on the nightstand. Dark twitched and whimpered again as Wilford carded his fingers through his hair, petting him. “How’re we feeling, sweetheart? Good?”
Wilford’s other hand drifted lower, resting against Dark’s navel, so close to where he wanted to be touched, but Wilford just idly swirled two fingers through the mess on Dark’s belly instead. Dark moaned, high-pitched and needy, and he attempted to buck his hips to no avail. Wilford chuckled, but his patience was running thin, and soon enough, he was ducking down to press a kiss to Dark’s muzzle as his fingers found the buckle on the back of Dark’s head and undid it.
The sound that accompanied the removal of the muzzle – and therefore the large dildo mounted to it that, frankly, was bigger than Wilford and had been stuffing Dark’s throat for the past two hours – was obscene in a way that made Wilford’s knees briefly go weak. He let out a soft whistle as Dark gasped, strings of saliva still connecting his lips and tongue to the gag, mouth still held wide open. Wilford couldn’t resist, immediately sticking his two fingers slick with Dark’s pre into Dark’s mouth, and Dark didn’t even close it, just moaned and let Wilford play with his tongue. Wilford’s dick twitched with just how pliable Dark was like this, stroking his tongue with those two fingers. “Oh gumdrop…look at you…I should take a picture~”
Somewhere in Dark’s pleasure-addled mind, there was enough of him still conscious to blush, and Wilford laughed, tugging on Dark’s tongue till it was sticking out of his mouth as far as it could. “I should! I’ll even get a polaroid of it. I’ll keep it in my dressing room, as a reminder to myself to behave if it means you let me get to see you like this again~”
Dark made a breathy sound, then promptly whined pitifully and tried to chase Wilford’s fingers as he withdrew them from his mouth. Wilford rolled his eyes affectionately, though to his absolute delight, Dark’s tongue stayed put. “Oh alright. Is your pretty mouth feeling a little empty, sweetheart? Don’t worry, it won’t be for much longer.”
With that, Wilford climbed onto the bed, and Dark squeaked as Wilford’s thighs settled over his shoulders, and Wilford himself was face-to-face (so to speak) with Dark’s cock. His own hung heavy between his legs, close enough to Dark’s waiting mouth that he could feel his excited panting hot across his sensitive flesh, but Wilford had a game to play. He grasped Dark’s dick in one hand, giving it a few slow strokes, savoring Dark’s noises – just to stop, and simply hold it out of the way as Wilford instead bowed his head to lick the mess of pre from Dark’s belly. Dark squeaked again, something between indignant and desperate, but Wilford didn’t stop until the only shine on Dark’s skin was his own saliva. Only then did he lower his hips and take Dark in his mouth.
Dark’s loud moan vibrating around his cock had Wilford bucking his hips deeper into Dark’s throat, even as he promptly buried Dark’s dick so deep in his own throat that his mustache was flush to Dark’s skin. His hands slid beneath Dark’s body to cup his ass, squeezing, and one finger wiggled over to press against the base of the vibrating plug that had kept Dark “entertained” for so long. The response was for Dark to choke and swallow around him, and Wilford groaned with another roll of his hips.
Before long, Wilford had a steady rhythm going, rolling his hips into Dark’s welcoming mouth while enthusiastically enjoying his own prize. At a certain point, the remote to Dark’s plug just appeared in Wilford’s hand, and Wilford fiddled with the buttons without even looking, noting the change in the buzzing sound as the vibrator picked up intensity. Dark lasted about ten seconds after that, and the only warning Wilford got was the muscles in Dark’s abdomen tensing before he was cumming hard down Wilford’s throat.
Wilford didn’t stop, though. After all, he hadn’t cum yet, and Dark’s noises got louder as Wilford continued to suck him off and leisurely fuck his face. Wilford continued to play with the buttons on the remote, too, till he found the setting that made Dark tremble beneath him and whimper with needy surrender as he was forced to cum again so soon. By now, the coil of heat in Wilford’s core was wound tight, and he pushed himself up onto his forearms for better leverage to truly fuck Dark’s throat, grunting and moaning himself around Dark’s cock. Dark was a constant stream of noises and choked gasps, unable to do anything but lay there and accept whatever Wilford did to him, and that thought was what pushed Wilford over the edge, slamming his hips down to be flush with Dark’s face and cumming down Dark’s fluttering throat.
Wilford hummed, and though he didn’t pull out, he did pull off of Dark, just laying there for a moment. A moment was all it lasted, however, before he was nuzzling against the base of Dark’s cock, pressing kisses and reaching up with one hand to fondle and massage his balls. He’d never turned off the toy, either, and Dark whined, pathetically squirming and twitching beneath Wilford’s weight and tongue before Wilford took just his tip in his mouth, teasing his slit with the tip of his tongue, and Dark was cumming for the third and final time.
Wilford shut off the toy, and slowly, carefully eased himself off of Dark’s spent frame. Dark was panting, still holding his mouth open, drool running from the corner of his lips and pooling on the bed beside his head. It was about halfway through the lengthy process of Wilford undoing all the straps – rambling sweet praises and reassurances all the while – that he spotted Dark closing his mouth out of the corner of his eye before licking his lips. “…Wil?”
Despite himself, Wilford’s dick twitched at just how fucked Dark sounded, his voice hoarse and raw. Still, Wilford grinned, and immediately abandoned wrestling with the straps to gently cup Dark’s cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing away the drying tears that had seeped out from beneath the blindfold. “Hey, Darkie! How’re you feeling?”
Dark licked his lips again, then leaned into Wilford’s touch with a soft groan. “…Mmmm…fuzzy…good…”
Wilford chuckled, and pressed a lingering, sweet kiss to Dark’s lips. “Good. I’ll have you out of these blasted things in a jiffy, and then how about a warm bath and some hot chocolate? You deserve it.”
Dark just hummed again, and Wilford was almost convinced he’d fallen asleep, before he nodded. “…Sounds good.”
Wilford patted Dark’s cheek twice, and went back to work, carefully maneuvering Dark as needed to free him from the leather straps. Dark was limp and yielding all the while, and once the straps were taken care of and out of the way, Wilford gently rolled Dark over enough so that he could remove the plug with a soft gasp from Dark. The blindfold was the last thing Wilford removed, and oh that sight of Dark blinking up at him, hazy and unfocused and vulnerable, it was one Wilford cherished.
“You wait here, gumdrop.” Wilford’s voice was soft, softer than usual. How could he help it, with Dark looking like that? “I’ll go get the bath started, make sure it’s nice and warm for you.” He winked. “I’ll even add some of that lavender bubble bath you like so much.”
Dark blushed, and Wilford tapped his nose, though he’d only gotten a few steps away before Dark spoke again. “…Wil?”
Wilford spun around, a gentle, adoring smile on his face. “Yes, Dark?”
Dark opened his mouth – closed it, then tried again. “…Thank you. For doing this with me. For me.”
Wilford laughed, like Dark’s thanks was ridiculous. It was ridiculous. “Don’t be silly, sweetheart. I’d burn the world for you. If this is what you need to relax, then I am thrilled to participate. You know that. But…” He blew a kiss, and an animated, cartoon pair of lips popped into the air, floating over to Dark before planting itself on his cheek and leaving a red stain in their wake. “You’re welcome.”
By the time Wilford returned, the bath ready and bubbly, Dark was dozing peacefully, content, the stress lines that usually creased his face absent. And Wilford couldn’t help but think that this was it. This was the picture he wanted.