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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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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.

"Mmhmm. Good." Andrew lets his head rest back on the pillow and tries to get comfortable, letting himself splay open. At least this is familiar apart from the cuffs -- and apart from it not being James's cock he's being opened up for. The feeling of James's finger at his entrance triggers anticipation born of repetition, and he feels his shaft hardening again as he tries to relax.

James leans over him to kiss Andrew's stomach, his hand still stroking his thigh - he's keeping well clear of his erection again, not wanting to push him back to the edge again too fast. Then he carefully pushes a lubed-up finger inside him, keeping it there for a few moments until Andrew's adjusted, and slowly starts fucking him with it, watching his face to make sure he's alright. At least since he's using a toy that's smaller than his own member, there isn't quite that much opening up that needs to be done.

Andrew lets out a little groan of pleasure as he's penetrated, welcoming the feeling despite the way he involuntarily squeezes too tight around James's finger. That initial tenseness doesn't last long, and soon James can move his finger with a minimum of resistance from Andrew's practiced muscles. He tugs the restraints again as he tries to reach down to put his fingers through James's hair, then settles down and satisfies himself with gently rocking back into the thrusts.

James continues this for a bit, while his lips trace over Andrew's skin, placing a few kisses on his cock as well, just enough to tease with his skin and his breath, but without providing any real stimulation.

Then he sits up, pulling back his hand, and wiping it off with a paper towel. "You ready to test this?" he asks, picking up the vibrator and putting lube on that as well.

"Aa-aah!" Andrew curls his toes in the bedspread, willing himself not to thrust upward. His flesh is warm and hard under James's lips, the head of his shaft glistening with precome. He whines when James withdraws from his body, finally lifting his head to look at the other man properly. His breath catches at the sight of the toy, and he hesitates only a moment before nodding. "I n -- yeah," he says, choking off the desire to tell James he needs something in him again. "Please."

James smiles and takes a moment just to memorise his view of Andrew - spread out and flushed and needy. It's a delightful sight. Then he leans back over him, pressing the toy up against his entrance. It's not turned on yet, though it's a lot firmer than anything he's had in him before - or at least while James has been present. "Remember," he tells him as he slowly pushes the slick toy inside. "You're not allowed to come until I say so."

Andrew may have finally run out of blushes -- either that or he's too flushed for his reaction to being openly looked at for it to be noticeable if he gets any redder. He twists his fingers around the restraining straps again as he's pushed open by something quite a bit harder than what he's accustomed to, feeling himself stretch open for it. "No promises," he gasps.

"Then you'll have to beg for it first," James answers as he pushes the toy all the way in until the flared end stops it from going further. "Beg enough, and I'll give you permission," he promises as he starts working the vibrator in and out slowly. "Does that sound alright?"