Michael had been in the worst mood lately and when Michael was in a bad mood, he forced it onto other people. They shouldn’t have let him play their game tonight because he was insistent in his ways of torture. Joel’s not sure how he did it but somehow he talked Ray into stripping until he was standing nude in front of the room. Joel licked his bottom lip as his eyes roamed, something he shouldn’t have done because Michael caught sight of it. That’s when he dared Ray to strip Joel, too, before he tied his hands behind his back. Ray was going to ride him and he couldn’t touch.
Joel lets out a harsh breath and pulls against the restraints and Ray’s hands run down his chest and then back up again, heavy on his shoulders. He’s been on vacation and he hasn’t really seen Ray in a while so not being able to hold him down and control things is driving him absolutely crazy. His head tilts back on a particularly hard thrust downwards by Ray and he’s so tight that Joel closes his eyes to keep them from rolling back into his head. Ray’s not big on getting himself off alone and Joel knows he hasn’t touched himself since a few weeks ago, when Joel had called and begged him to just so he could hear the way his breath hitches when he’s close. He also does this thing where he whines, little impatient noises as he tries to wiggle himself free under Joel’s grasp but there’s no way the older man will let him shift, he knows how to make him beg.
Ray doesn’t properly beg often, not with words; their relationship started out a flurry of power, Ray would not back down in any way. He wouldn’t let Joel take control of everything and he would definitely not roll over. Joel was pressing, though, and he never let up, pulled out tricks he hadn’t used in years and he supposed he learned a few new ones, too. He learned that surprising Ray was not the way to go (you know the whole “just giving you a blowjob - oh wait, is that my finger in your ass, too?") because then Ray would hold off sex for days, weeks even. Joel had never tried so hard for someone, always left when he just couldn’t get any, but this time it was different. He learned that if he took the little bit of slack that Ray gave him and worked with it, teased as much as he could, that Ray would give in and let him have what he wanted. When he was reaching that point, he’d start making a little “mm" sound, like a content cat and then he’d breathe harsher and push back because it wasn’t enough and that’s when Joel really gave it to him. Ray is the closest thing to a power bottom that Joel will ever get - he just doesn’t deal with all that demanding - but he learns how to read Ray’s body and he knows how to give him what he wants, even if he doesn’t know he wants it.
Joel would be embarrassed about how soon this is going to be over if it wasn’t for the way Ray’s breath is uneven and how he keeps shifting, his legs spreading to get him closer even though his muscles burn from the strain. Joel levels his feet on the floor, setting them flat, and he uses as much power as he can to thrust upwards on Ray’s next shallow thrust downwards. He sucks in a breath and his arms tighten around Joel’s shoulders, burying his face into the side of his neck even though it’s slick with sweat, tightening his legs around Joel’s thighs. The angle isn’t the best thing especially now that Ray’s locking up from the sensory overload, his hips still trying to grind downwards but the movement is small because he can barely get himself to move anymore. Joel’s used to it, how Ray seems to become submissive when he hasn’t been properly fucked in a long while, and he’s usually on top of making sure it doesn’t get that far (literally). Joel starts to press harder, his feet sliding across the carpet and he’d be afraid the chair was going to fall if he didn’t want to come so bad. Ray starts making little noises that get caught in this throat and Joel knows how much he hates being noisy, always afraid he’s going to make a fool of himself but Joel thinks it’s one of the hottest things ever. He’s proud when he can get Ray to turn into a babbling mess although now doesn’t seem to be one of those times because Ray hitches his breath and then he latches onto the side of Joel’s neck.
"Ah!" Joel jerks upwards and Ray bites down harder with the force, nearing the point of breaking the skin and it makes Joel squirm and press harder because god damnit, he’s so close. Ray whines and tries to breathe through his nose, his belly feeling tight and his muscles burn and he knows he’ll feel it for days because Joel will not let him forget this. He’s sure he’ll be severely punished for this, actually, even though it wasn’t technically his fault because it was a dare. Ray’s hips are stuttering, his movements inconsistent, and he whines as he pulls back enough to lap at Joel’s skin to try and soothe the angry bite mark.
"Ray," Joel’s voice is rough and he keeps flexing his thighs to try and press closer and he knows his calves are going to be sore. Ray mumbles a “hm" as his new objective is to heckle a nice bruise into the skin in front of him, something that he rarely does because Joel does not like marks left on him. “Your ass is mine tonight," Ray moans against the skin with that and Joel continues, “gonna fuck you hard." He punctuates it by thrusting upwards, putting all of his strength into it and Ray snakes a hand between them to touch himself.
"Don’t you fucking dare," Joel hisses, “if I can’t touch you, then you are not going to touch yourself either." Ray whines but obeys, lays his palm flat against Joel’s chest and starts to ride him as best as he can with the angle. Joel tilts his head downwards to watch the movement of their hips, mesmerized with the way Ray’s cock is leaking and bobbing with his movements which have become faster as he nears the edge. He’s got no rhythm and that seems to be okay because Ray makes this low noise in his throat and then tilts his torso back, almost like he’s going to fall backwards, and he’s coming between them. It streaks up Joel’s stomach and the light squeezing around his own cock have him coming, too, and he keeps pushing upwards to ride it out. Now that Ray’s spent and slack, the movement is just a little easier but Ray’s turned into dead weight and he whines and squirms from the over-sensitivity. Joel slowly stops, just trying to breathe as he flexes his hands in the grip they’re in, the circulation starting to leave his limbs.
"Not as great as I imagined," Michael speaks over the sound of their own breathing as they try to catch their breath. Joel glares and Gavin snickers from the corner, Ray’s eyes slipping closed as he leans his forehead against Joel’s neck.
