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It's been a handful days since James dragged Andrew on a somewhat flustered foray into a shop for adults, and since then their bag of goods they got there has laid pretty undisturbed. There is after all plenty of distractions and things that need to get done, not to mentions places to explore.

This morning, however, they've got nothing planned, no real need to leave the room, and have already finished a light breakfast at their hotel room. James is dressed in shirt and slacks - partly out of habit - mostly so the staff could bring in the food earlier, but now there's a 'do not disturb' sign on their door.

Perhaps it's finally time to approach the subject again. Stretching a bit, James heads over to the closet and pulls out the bag, carrying it over to the table, and takes out the box of bondage equipment to examine it.

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James nearly pulls his hand away when Andrew thrusts, but given that Andrew stops immediately after, he'll let it slip, rewarding the effort rather than punishing the failure.

"Like this?" he asks, leaning down, hand still wrapped around him. Intentionally frustrating though, he simply kisses the inside of his thigh, nibbling a little at the skin.

"Yes!" Andrew hisses the word in anticipated pleasure as soon as James even looks like he's going to bend over. When he realizes those little kisses aren't leading anywhere, though, he squawks in indignation. "No -- you know what I mean!"

He rattles the headboard as he automatically tries to reach for James to get him where he wants him. No, words. He has to use words; he understands that. That doesn't make it any easier, though.

"On my...I want you to use your mouth on my cock."

James can feel the contents of his trousers twitch when Andrew manages (barely) to voice it. "Well, why didn't you just say so?" he asks rhetorically.

He moves up a bit, licking his lips, and this time he does keep his hand quite firmly on Andrew's hip, holding him down so he won't trust into James's mouth. He licks the head briefly before enveloping it with his mouth, his lips wrapped snugly and wetly around him.

"You know wh--ungh, yes!" James's efforts are far more satisfactory this time. It's fortunate he's being held down, because Andrew doesn't have the control over himself it would take to keep from trying to thrust into that warm, wet heat. He lifts a leg, trying to wrap it around James and probably just kicking him by accident.

James ignores what was indeed more of a kick than what he was trying to do, and focuses on using his mouth on his cock as requested, his tongue pressing up against him. He tries taking him deeper, but it turns out that - as he had worried - his gag reflex has become a lot more noticable in this body, in that it suddenly exists. Not enough for him to cough or retch, but enough that he knows to be careful. Instead he keeps his hand wrapped around the base as well, hand moving in time with his mouth, and gives a slight hum to let the sound vibrate through him.

Andrew wants to wrap his legs around James and draw him close and never let him go, but the angle is awkward and he can't make even one leg wrap around James rather than just thumping it against his side. His hips fall into a rhythm of twitching in time with James's stroking and sucking, and the hum earns a long moan deep in his throat.

"Just a little...more!" he exclaims, feeling himself starting to reach the upper edge of his arousal.

Oh, if Andrew thinks he's going to be allowed to come already, he's got another thing - well, coming.

James pulls back, giving the head one last lick before sitting up, letting go of both his cock and his hips, ceasing any kind of stimulation and instead just watching Andrew's reaction.

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For a few moments, Andrew's twitching into the warmth of James's mouth, chasing an orgasm with nearly all his concentration. Then he's suddenly out in the cold air, with what feels like a draught flowing across his damp flesh. Andrew keens and thrusts upward into nothing, spearing the air with his hard shaft.

It's a touch amusing to see how long it takes him cotton on when he's so inwardly focused - which is a state that James loves bringing him to, but all the more reason that he shouldn't let it finish just yet.

"You're not allowed to come without my permission, understand?" he asks, placing his hands on Andrew's thighs again to calm him a little and bring his attention back to James.

"You're terrible," gasps Andrew after a moment or two more of bucking. He clenches his hands into tight fists around the straps and tries to hold still, though he can feel himself throbbing with the desire to be touched again.

"I'll take that as an affirmation," James answers with a satisfied smile. He'll let Andrew stew for a little while, so he won't be quite so close anymore, and gets up and walks over to the nightstand, to pick up the lube, the paper towels, and the vibrator. "Would you like me to try this out on you?" he asks, showing the latter to Andrew.

Andrew lets his breathing slow as he eyes James, waiting for him to start again. He's expecting to be brought to that edge again, and not in the too distant future, so the sound of surprise he lets out when James gets up instead is one of worry as well.

"...Oh," he says, looking at the toy. He gives a little shiver as he considers it. "I -- I think I do."

Oh, it's not going to be the too distant future. He just doesn't want the fun to end quite so soon.

"Just let me know if it's not working for you, and we'll go back to more familiar methods," he answers with a reassuring smile, putting the things on the bed so he can reach them more easily. "Would you like me to get you something while I'm up? Something to drink?" Given his exertions, one can become a bit parched over time, and it's important for James to make sure Andrew has everything he needs if he can't go get it himself.

"Milkshake?" suggests Andrew with an amused snort. Honestly, James is being almost too considerate. He is thirsty, though and, well -- is there such a thing as too considerate in this situation. "Yeah, I should've had some water before we started," he admits. "Tea's still on the nightstand."

Not that he can drink it in his current position. As he speaks, he bends his knees and draws his feet up, thighs together. It's a bit much to be all splayed out like that.

The other upside of his consideration is it gives them something to do while Andrew calms down, rather than just focus on how embarrassed and exposed he is.

James nods and goes to the minifridge and get a bottle of cold water for himself, taking a sip of it before sitting down next to Andrew. "Here, sit up," he tells him, helping him do so and moving a few pillows to prop him up a little, at least enough that he can drink without choking. "Might be easier to drink from a bottle than a cup," he says, offering the water.

Andrew gives James an almost disbelieving look -- how is he supposed to sit up? With James's help and with pillows to prop him up, though, he finds that there's enough wiggle room that he can do it. The effort drives home his bound state as he tugs repeatedly on the cuffs just from trying to cooperate. The jostling makes it impossible to forget, too, that he's still hard, though his immediate need is tempered as the lack of contact stretches on.

"You don't want to explain tea stains on the sheets?" he asks, leaning his head forward and pursing his lips to drink as carefully as he can from the bottle.

"Well, I'm sure it'd be the least awkward stains we've left," he comments with a smile as he helps Andrew drink, wiping away a little bit that spills down his chin. He sets the bottle aside after Andrew's done, and gives his hair a kiss. "How are your shoulders? Still comfortable?"

Andrew blushes and chokes, hurrying to catch up but unable to stop that bit of water getting loose. James really ought not to talk like that while Andrew's drinking, thanks.

He gives a little shrug. "'s more comfortable to lay down, but I'm alright." Not that he'd tell James something was wrong unless it hurt really badly. He doesn't want to stop on account of a little shoulder strain.

It's really quite amusing that something like that can make Andrew blush given his current situation. You'd think he was all blushed out.

"Alright, here," he answers, removing the pillows again - not too fast so Andrew would just flop down though, or knock his head against the headboard, and takes one of the pillows. "Lift your hips. Want to prop you up a bit so I'll have better access." It's not entirely unlikely that James says things to try to get a blush out of him, though.

There is no end to the amount of blushing Andrew can pull off.

He shifts and shimmies his hips back down the bed so he's not pressed right against the headboard when he gets back down on his back, the laying back down no easier than the sitting up had been. His mouth goes dry and he has to swallow thickly before he can reply, "That's very romantic of you."

He's not being entirely sarcastic, is the really weird thing.

"Wanting to make sure you get the best possible experience, yes, I should think it is. But maybe I could've phrased it better," James answers with amusement. "Go on," he adds, getting up and holding the pillow to place it under him.

There is absolutely nothing about this that doesn't make Andrew feel exposed and self-conscious. He braces his feet and lifts his hips to let James put the pillow in place, watching with a tilted head and a red face. "It's for you, too," he points out, almost as embarrassed by James being so interested in his enjoyment of this as he is by the actual situation.

James makes sure the pillow's placed nicely so it's still comfortable, and grins at Andrew's words.

"Oh, trust me, I'm enjoying this," he answers, reaching down to rub his palm a bit against his own (though much more clothed) crotch, mostly to make a point. He's been building up a lot of sexual energy too, and is looking forward to releasing it - though he doubts he'd last long if he tried to simply fuck Andrew rather than use the vibrator. Andrew first, then James. Hopefully Andrew will be up for returning the favour.

Then he kneels onto the end of the bed, placing his hands on Andrew's knees and guiding him to spread them again, smiling almost hungrily down at him.

Andrew darts out his tongue to wet his lips, his gaze lingering longer on the bulge James is sporting than he'd let it if he realized what he was doing. He'd like to reach out and touch, and the cuffs preventing that both frustrate him and sweeten that desire by making it unfulfillable. He hesitates a moment, then relaxes and spreads his legs, exposing both his entrance and his slightly softened erection. "You've got lube, yeah?"

Somehow, despite the fact that James has always been very very good about using enough lube, Andrew still manages to be paranoid about it.

"Plenty," he reassures, taking the bottle and putting some of it on his fingers. With his dry hand he strokes the inside of Andrew's thigh in a relaxing manner, while he presses the wet fingers up against his entrance, just gently to lube him up and get him used to pressure there. They've done this plenty before, as preparation for having sex, though then there was no promise of a vibrator involved, and Andrew wasn't tied up, both of which are likely to make him less likely to relax easily.