Will clasped the collar around Frederick’s neck, slapping the back of it to signify he was finished.
"Is that too tight?"
"No," Frederick breathed. Will hummed and undid the clasp, pausing to tighten the collar more. Frederick choked slightly.
"How about now?"
Breathlessly, Frederick nodded, color rising in his cheeks. He reached up to claw at his neck and try to press a finger between the piece of leather and his skin beneath. Will leaned in close, pressed a kiss to Frederick’s neck, snuck his tongue beneath the collar. “You remember the safeword, don’t you?”
Frederick nodded. “Mercy.”
"Good. Though I hope we won’t have to use it." Will responded, backing away from Frederick slightly. The man was lying on the bed beneath Will, straddled between Will’s knees. He still tried to work a finger under his collar, knowing it was probably bruising the delicate skin there. "You’ll have to stop that right now.”
Frederick gasped as Will grabbed onto both of his hands and swiftly tied them to the headboard with a small and surprisingly soft length of rope. Frederick had no idea where he had gotten it from, but found himself unable to wonder for very long as Will began kissing up and down his stomach and torso.
Frederick shivered. Will knew to stay clear of his scar during times like this, but every nerve ending in his skin crackled and felt alive. Will ghosted his hands up Frederick’s exposed sides, gently digging his fingernails into his ribs. Frederick whimpered at the sensation. It was not enough and too much all at the same time. He fought unconsciously against the rope that bound his hands, fingers flexing and grabbing at themselves, wishing they were entangling in Will’s curls.
Will began to dip his kisses lower and lower, until Frederick was squirming and whimpering without abandon. “Will, please-“
"Ah-ah, Frederick. Remember who is in charge here." Will admonished, leaning back on his haunches. "I think you need a reminder."
Will reached behind him and in a moment, held a sleek black blindfold in his hand. Frederick regarded it with wide eyes, but kept his mouth shut. Soon, he was surrounded by blackness. It enveloped him. It held him, and he breathed into it.
He stayed like that for a few moments, neither man moving or speaking, until Frederick was terrified Will had left him there, tied up and alone. He felt his bottom lip tremble. "Will?"
"I’m right here, Frederick." There was suddenly a warm hand on his ankle, and then he felt the mattress dip and shift as Will changed his position. "Tell me if this gets to be too much."
Frederick nodded, his Adam’s Apple bobbing harshly against his collar. It was beginning to stick to his skin from the sweat that gathered there. He shivered as Will ran one finger up the planes of his chest, pressing down a bit harder than normal, before a hot, almost burning stripe followed in it’s path. Frederick bit out something that was more scream than moan as whatever was just dripped on him cooled rapidly and solidified.
The second time the hot substance fell on his skin, it was less of a shock to his system, and Frederick groaned and arched up into it. The third time, it actually felt kind of good and his cock twitched heavily in response.
"Oh, you liked that, hm?"
“Guh- y-yes-s.”
But then, Will’s touch was gone again, and Frederick was slowly being driven mad. He could feel the weight of Will’s body above him, almost touching, but not quite. He could feel the quick exhales of Will’s breath tickling his pubic hair, and his cock jumped again because of it. He tried to cant his hips up, grind them into the air, to search for something, but Will held his hips down.
Frederick could see nothing, but his entire body was on fire. Fire from the left over hot wax, heat pooling in the bottom of his stomach and the base of his spine.
"I bet I can make you cum without even touching you." Will whispered, blowing slowly on Frederick’s angry, red cock.
Frederick moaned again, begging, pleading, but Will would not touch. Not tonight. He continued to squeeze down Frederick’s hips and blow tiny bursts of cool air onto the weeping length of him.
Soon, it was all too much, Will’s hands grinding his ass into the bed, the solidified strips of wax twinging and pulling at his skin each time he moved, the choking feeling of the collar, not being able to see —
And suddenly, the blackness around him turned static and white, and he was coming in warm spurts up his stomach, his cum matching the drops of white wax already collected there.
R: Warny Bee he's a bee that buzzes up to your ear and nestles in there real deep and whispers things to be careful of to you "watch out for bees that get in your ears" he says S: by then it's too late R: much too late you've already got a damn bee in your ear
