Part of the fun with the ties around Dominic's wrists is that he can't just grab what he wants, he'll need to communicate it other ways. He'll have to trust that Wesley gives him what he wants or needs. Part of the fun is seeing him arch to the touch, like a cat arching his back up to Wesley's stroking hands.
As much fun as it would be to just watch him wriggle for a moment longer, Wesley knows he needs to take this show on the road. Not just because his own dick is practically crying out of being ignored, but also because he promised to do exactly that, didn't he?
He chuckles and grabs Dominic's hips with both of his hands, pulling back until he's almost out of Dominic before slamming back into him, heavy with intent, his breath hitching as he feels the friction building, satisfaction coiling somewhere at his gut. Another thrust follows, equally heavy, making Wesley's head loll back as he groans.
Dominic has learned by now that just because he's getting what he needs in the moment doesn't mean it'll continue to happen, but it's hard to get too caught up in that idea when he is getting what he wants right now.
Dominic lets out a low groan, feeling Wesley rock into him, feeling how much he can make Dominic feel.
"That's it," he encourages, having gotten in the mood of using his words now. "Fuck me like you mean it." It's the way Wesley always does so.
For a moment Wesley can let himself go a little bit. He gives a soft groan and gives Dominic exactly what he wants. He builds up a rhythm, harder and faster, quickly going from hard and deep to fast and deep, adding more weight to it by reaching down to grab Dominic's hair to pull his head back, bowing his back in the process as Wesley pounds into him.
Skin slaps against skin, Dominic bouncing between Wesley's hips and the tight hold he has on Dominic's hair. For a moment there's no need to talk or tease or play - just fuck like he truly means it.
But while he's going at it with almost wild abandon, he makes sure the angle doesn't give Dominic too quick a relief. They're just starting.
They are not just starting.
They've been at this for a while, and Wesley has been winding Dominic up before not quite letting him down again and Dominic needs so much more than he's gotten so far.
But then this is even so different from the rest of the time, different because he can't reach back and touch and different because he can feel the careful control Wesley is approaching this with.
Bondage (January)
As much fun as it would be to just watch him wriggle for a moment longer, Wesley knows he needs to take this show on the road. Not just because his own dick is practically crying out of being ignored, but also because he promised to do exactly that, didn't he?
He chuckles and grabs Dominic's hips with both of his hands, pulling back until he's almost out of Dominic before slamming back into him, heavy with intent, his breath hitching as he feels the friction building, satisfaction coiling somewhere at his gut. Another thrust follows, equally heavy, making Wesley's head loll back as he groans.
Dominic has learned by now that just because he's getting what he needs in the moment doesn't mean it'll continue to happen, but it's hard to get too caught up in that idea when he is getting what he wants right now.
Dominic lets out a low groan, feeling Wesley rock into him, feeling how much he can make Dominic feel.
"That's it," he encourages, having gotten in the mood of using his words now. "Fuck me like you mean it." It's the way Wesley always does so.
For a moment Wesley can let himself go a little bit. He gives a soft groan and gives Dominic exactly what he wants. He builds up a rhythm, harder and faster, quickly going from hard and deep to fast and deep, adding more weight to it by reaching down to grab Dominic's hair to pull his head back, bowing his back in the process as Wesley pounds into him.
Skin slaps against skin, Dominic bouncing between Wesley's hips and the tight hold he has on Dominic's hair. For a moment there's no need to talk or tease or play - just fuck like he truly means it.
But while he's going at it with almost wild abandon, he makes sure the angle doesn't give Dominic too quick a relief. They're just starting.
They are not just starting.
They've been at this for a while, and Wesley has been winding Dominic up before not quite letting him down again and Dominic needs so much more than he's gotten so far.
But then this is even so different from the rest of the time, different because he can't reach back and touch and different because he can feel the careful control Wesley is approaching this with.
"Come on, give it to me, I can take it."