False Start, Part I
This is Part I of a four-five-part ficlet series, in response to a naughty prompt from the lovely @apparentlynotreallyfinnish 🖤
Link’s cock twitched.
His breathing was labored.
The blindfold secured over his eyes shifted up just enough that he could peek from the underside. The blindfolds they played with at home were not as good as the ones they wore on GMM; and despite every cell in his body absolutely humming with a need that felt electric, Link couldn’t quite block that imperfection from nagging at the periphery of his mind.
That was why they started playing like this. It was no secret that Link had… control issues. His brain tortured him endlessly with tallying imperfections and inefficiencies all around him. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d exhaust himself trying to adjust each detail, to orchestrate and guide each scenario toward his vision of perfection… analyzing everything until there was nothing left. But Rhett had figured out a way to help. Or maybe it was just something he’d always wanted to try, and this just seemed like an opportunity to get Link on board. By allowing Link to voluntarily, and temporarily, give himself over to Rhett, it provided a safe, exciting, and fun way to practice relaxing his mind.
Link was quickly brought out of his head and into his body as he sensed Rhett’s large form hovering above him, deft fingers stroking lightly over Link’s nipples. He subtly, just barely perceptibly, tried to arch into the touch. Rhett put him back in his place with a sharp pinch, causing Link to cry out as Rhett shifted the vibrator deeper inside him.
“Hhhngh-R-Rhett,” Link rasped, a jolt ran up his spine as Rhett upped the vibrator speed. It pressed directly against his prostate, and pleasure turned to pain with the intensity. Link could barely think straight, he was right on the edge.
Rhett nuzzled Link’s neck, hot breath ghosted over Link’s already over-heated skin. Rhett’s free hand lightly caressed Link’s face, fingertips tracing delicately down his neck, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Link shivered with anticipation, having been worked into overdrive.
“What’s wrong, Link?” Rhett breathed against his neck. And Link could feel Rhett’s lips against him as they curled into a smirk. His wandering hand came to rest in on Link’s chest. Palm lingering over Link’s heartbeat thudding against his rib cage. Link’s knuckles went white as his hands gripped at the bedsheets. He had asked Rhett not to tie him up. He felt that was a level of helplessness that would have him more frustrated and panicky than relaxed and mindless. But he was determined to stay still, despite the lack of restraints. This was different, because it was his choice.
“Wanna come, Rhett,” Link whimpered, the ache in his cock so painful now that he wasn’t even sure even a cock ring could keep him from coming. “Please...”
“Not yet,” Rhett murmured into his skin, bearded mouth trailing over Link’s collarbone, feather light. Link didn’t need soft and light - he wanted friction, wanted to feel Rhett grind his hips down against his own; but Rhett brought a finger up Link’s length, and released a sigh of his own as he watched Link shiver under his touch. “Only good boys get rewarded.”
To be continued...