Cat & mouse game

The feeling drew a few deseperate cries from Newt, whose body arched as he felt himself awfully close to his climax. He did try to warn Ian about it, but he choked on his words, tensing one last time.

Ian didn't flinch, nor give any signs of wanting to pull away. He stayed there, waiting, refusing to budge. He wanted to have everything Newt could give him.

When Newt was finally done, he crashed back onto his chair, panting, and lids half-closed as he looked at Ian, with both reverence and pure affection.

Ian looked at him exactly the same way, a blissful smile on his lips, his head resting on one of his thighs. "Are you well, soldier? You seem a bit... how to say... worn out."

"I feel like all the sadness and the frustration of the last few months has been, how should I put it... sucked off me, sir," Newt replied with a playful grin, his breath still uneven.

Ian let out a small laugh, straightening up to kiss him. "That was a bad one", he said with a chuckle. He hummed, closing his eyes, when his hard lenght brushed against Newt's legs as a result of his movements.

"I know, I'm sorry," Newt replied with a chuckle, before he lowered his eyes to look at his lover's neglected length. "...Want me to take care of that ?"

Ian smiled, looking at him with gratitude. "If you want. Even though I am afraid I'll have to uncuff you, if that's the case." He tenderly ran a hand on Newt's cheek.

"Not necessarily," Newt replied with a grin. "You just need to untie me from that chair. I can keep the cuffs ~"

Ian's smile got wider. "You really do like those cuffs, don't you." He complied though, gently lifting his lover off the chair and having him sit on the bed, temporarily uncuffing him so that he could have his arms in a more comfortable position.

Newt bit his lower lip, and eyed Ian quite eagerly. "Requesting permission to undress you, sir ~" he purred, his fingers twinkling in the air.

Ian looked up, as if he was considering the answer. He lowered his gaze on his lover, smiling, looking at him through half lidded eyes. "Permission granted", he purred, bending eagerly towards those fingers.

Newt leaned forward to kiss Ian's neck feverishly, has he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, and took it off as quickly as he could before urging for his pants to go off as well. Nothing could stop him from finally getting his lover naked for him.

Ian sighed happily. He never got so much attention, not to speak of all that impatience, which made him chuckle. "I had forgotten how much it is nice to have your hands all over me", he murmured with a smile.

"I missed it so much too," Newt breathed against his skin, as he slowed down finally to catch the hem of his underwear, lowering his gaze. He bit his lower lip as he finally revealed Ian's groin. "I missed... everything so much," he whispered, his hand ghosting over the other's length.

Ian could barely repress a shiver. Truth be told, even though he had had plenty of... alone sessions, nothing could compare to Newt's hand touching him where he most needed. "I assure you the feeling is mutual", he murmured, catching his hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it.

Newt snorted, as if it could hide the fact that he was now blushing. "That's a bit odd to act like a gentleman while I'm touching you, isn't it?" he asked Ian, before he brought him closer to him, to feel his skin against his own.

Ian chuckled, humming pleased by the contact of their skin together. Then he delicately captured Newt's wrists, holding them together with one hand. A clicking noise could be heard in the silence. "Not so gentlemanly, now that you are cuffed again, hm?"

Newt chuckled as well, and tried to move closer to Ian to capture his lips. "I hope you know how arousing that sounded to my ears ~"

Ian smirked. He leant in, but just to flick his tongue over Newt's lips teasingly before retreating. "Good", he hummed, sitting back on the bed. "Now, I'll allow you to choose where you want to have your hands. Maybe joined behind my neck, or tied to the bedpost?"

A new shiver ran down Newt's spine. He licked his lips, a bit unsure, but then flashed a smile at Ian. "I haven't been properly 'punished' yet, so... tied to the bedpost, at your mercy feels quite fitting ~"

Ian smiled at him. "Alright." He gestured for him to lie down on the bed and he positioned himself so he could cuff his lover at the bedpost. "If your tastes didn't change in these months, let me guess... you'd love an nice, hard fuck now, right?", he whispered in his ear, nibbling on it.

"Actually," Newt whimpered under him, trying hard to get near his lover again. "I'd love you to have me... as you wish," he breathed. "I mean... I want to know how you like it too" he told Ian with a smile.

Ian... unexpectedly looked away. He seemed reluctant for a second, then he turned again to face Newt, a small smile on his lips. "I like it in any way", he just said, softly. He grabbed the lube from his bedside table, but he took a moment to press his hips against his lover's, their lenghts brushing together.

Newt sighed softly, but his brows furrowed a little. He gently cupped Ian's face with his hand, looking slightly concerned. "You seemed like you were about to say something?"