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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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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?"

"Nngh," replies Andrew, squeezing hard for a moment before loosening to allow James to move the toy. It's different, that's for sure. Smaller, yes, but not soft or yielding in the slightest. Why did he not want to do this?

Ah, that. That right there, the demand for begging. He whimpers and closes his eyes, ready to die of embarrassment just at the thought. "I can't," he protests, though he knows he's begged plenty of times before now.

"Sure you can," he answers, watching Andrew's face with pleasure as he slowly fucks him with the toy. "When the need becomes great enough." At this he reaches down and turns the vibrator on, though just on the lowest setting for now.

"Oh!" Andrew's eyes snap open and his jaw goes slack. The vibration makes him squirt precome, hips twitching. "Oh, wow. Wow. You're trying this later," he promises, voice tight.

James grins broadly, happy that it's to Andrew's liking. "I look forward to it," he answers, twisting the toy upwards as he pushes it in, aiming for his prostate.

"You know, it's amazing to see you like this," he says, voice low and tinged with lust, him still working the toy in and out at a steady pace. "Tied up and helpless, something for me to play with. All flushed and squirming and willing - a good thing, as you're unable to resist even if you wanted to. It's sexy as hell," he says, punctuating it with another twist of the vibrator.

Andrew lets out a cry -- he's dribbling so much; he's sure he doesn't normally make this much of a mess. He tries to push back and angle himself to get James to nudge his prostate again, but it's only when the other man deliberately twists it that he gets what he wants. The dirty talk is shooting warmth straight to his cock, and he flushes further as he replies. "You could do -- ahh -- you could do anything to me right now," he agrees, squeezing the toy inside him. "James -- please --"

"Please what?" he asks with a smirk, the vibrator stilling - well, as much as it can while still vibrating. "You can't be ready yet, I haven't even gotten back to your cock. Or maybe you're just aching for me to touch it again?" he asks, the fingertips of his free hand tracing lightly across his shaft. "Or is it both?"

"Give me more," demands Andrew, forgetting the part where he's supposed to beg rather than demand. "Touch me -- I need you to move it --"

Yep, two requests there. Nope, neither one is specific enough to preclude deliberate misunderstandings.

James isn't quite cruel enough to deliberately misunderstand at this point - despite how enjoyable it is to watch him squirm.

"Don't come yet," he warns, running his thumb over the head of his cock, dragging the pre-come down to use as lube as he wraps his hand around the base. He keeps his hand far from the head after that though, just moving it slowly up at down at the base, and when he's sure Andrew isn't going to come quite yet, he starts moving the vibrator again.

"I won't," Andrew promises with a gasp. He's grateful, then, that James only touches his head the once -- that touch leaves him shuddering, but being gripped at his base is easier to take without getting too close to the edge. He swallows, a leg twitching out of place as James moves the vibrator again.