Note: I have this published in other places under the names both Mx. Smut and David Dranger. I separate my smut on literature platforms by gender pairing and kink, but here, you get it all.
Not much TW here. Kinks of edging and begging.
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Brendan thrashed, trying desperately to get his hips up to vibrator on a string over him, the one that rolled away when he actually got his cock on it for a moment. He kept thrashing, kept watching it roll, then put as much weight as he could on his thighs and shoulders, the parts that weren’t strapped down. He got the vibrator rested between the strip of hip and his cock, not at a point that would normally have gotten anyone off, but after four months of constant edging he was almost convinced a breeze could get him off. He had tried. But it hadn’t worked.
He felt it build and build, felt his body trying so hard to get there, then the timer on the wall started counting down, 5, 4, 3, 2, he put all the focus he could on that area on the cock the vibrator, trying to make it build, then the timer blared.
His boyfriend came over and plucked the vibrator off.
“Please,” Brendan gasped. “Oh– Oh fuck– Please.”
“You had half an hour. What does that mean?”
“I didn’t want it bad enough,” Brendan said, closing his eyes tight, chest heaving.
“So please what?”
“Please don’t let me come.” He felt the tears slip down his face and laid down, trying to get the heat in his body to lower.
“I know honey,” his boyfriend said, cupping his face. “It’s so hard when we think for a second we want to come but then we don’t really. But we have to really want it. Now, before you get me off, do you want me to ice down your dick, or do you want it left hard?”
Ivan kissed him gently than started undoing all the straps across his boyfriend. Every strap he undid he kissed gently.
“Can you–” Brendan hated asking, hated the torture. “Can you edge me while I get you off?”
“Of course honey.” He finished unstrapping him and cuddled up next to him. Ivan grabbed the vibrator and untied it. He grabbed the towel on the nightstand and gently toweled off Brendan, helping the skin calm.
“How do you want to get off?” Brendan whispered.
“Shh,” Ivan said. “Let’s get you a bit calmer first.” He went ahead and massaged the parts where the straps had been, where Brendan was always tight after being tied. “This is about you too, remember? You still want this?”
“More than anything,” Brendan said, kissing his head. “As long as it’s with you.”
“And you want to be edged now?”
“Mercilessly,” Brendan giggled, causing his cock to twitch. As if it wasn’t always twitching. The vibrator, the one he almost came from, descended on his sensitive head.
Smut For Sinners 