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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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"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.

James smiles at his promise, intending to help him keep it, but also to push him pretty close to not keeping it. It's a good thing making Andrew come isn't exactly new to James - he's learnt to fairly accurately read the signs.

To that end, he turns the vibrator up a notch - still not as high as it can go, but probably fairly intense given his current state - and thrusts it deeply inside him, matching pace with both hands.

"O-oh!" Andrew arches his back, lifting his hips off the pillow before he remembers himself and tries again to hold himself still. His cock twitches in James's grip and he lets out a breathy little sound on each exhalation. He's not so close that he thinks he'll come right this instant, but it's certainly enough to make it hard not to thrust.

James smiles at Andrew's effort to stay still. "You've been very good. You can move your hips again if you want to, as long as you don't push yourself too far," he tells him. Given James doesn't have his mouth on him now, and he's already testing his self-control with holding back his orgasm, there's no particular need for him to have to stay still. But it will probably make it more difficult not to come.

"Oh, good," replies Andrew, relieved. His hips stutter uncertainly for a few seconds before he starts to find a rhythm to match James. Soon he's rocking into the thrusts with abandon, though he remembers the admonishment not to push himself too far.

It takes some coordination, to thrust and twist the toy inside Andrew while also moving his hand, at the same time as Andrew's moving, but under the circumstances, they match up pretty well, though his grip becomes a bit more firm. He licks his lips and leans down to wrap his mouth around the head, licking off the rest of the pre-come, just briefly, to test how close he is.

It's probably typical of Andrew that it doesn't even occur to him to wonder if it's difficult for James to do this. He's busy panting and thrusting and trying to decide whether it's too embarrassing to stare at James while he does it -- he'd rather like to stare at James at the moment -- when he's shocked into close attention by James's mouth. He completely loses his rhythm, muscles fluttering around the toy as he whines and fights down the urge to push for more.

To be fair, he is pretty distracted at the moment, which is much the point, and means James is doing a good job.

"How are you doing?" he asks, smiling at having caught him off-guard. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he adds, twisting the vibrator upwards again when Andrew tries to answer.

Andrew huffs out a laugh and opens his mouth to answer. "I -- ahh!"

Yeah, James, that was a dirty trick. Everything Andrew was about to say devolves into a long, incoherent moan as he spurts more precome and grits his teeth against the pleasure.

"Didn't catch that, sorry," he answers with a grin, though he doesn't let up, keeping the vibrator there, and in fact he probably makes it worse, by leaning down to lick off the new precome.

The headboard rattles as Andrew gives a full-body twitch, yanking on the restraints. "Too much!" he gasps, sure that he can't hold up against this -- and finding a lack of the self control he would need to be able to keep himself from bearing down on the vibrator. "Too much!"

James shuts the vibrator off, letting his hands still - he removes neither his hand nor the toy, though he stops any active stimulation, to avoid pushing him over the edge quite yet. "You know what you have to do for me to let you come," he tells him.

For a moment or two, Andrew doesn't know. He's a bit preoccupied at the moment with the way he's involuntarily clenching and opening around the stilled vibrator. He groans as it comes to him, and wants to throw an arm over his face.

"Please?" he says, voice pitched high. "James, I need -- please, I need to come."

James lets out a pleased sound. "Alright, you may," he answers, smirking at the sound of Andrew's voice as he turns the vibrator back on and returns to what he was doing with the toy. He doesn't waste time teasing him now, his hand moving all the way up to cover the head of his cock before pulling down again, his hand firm, as he watches Andrew closely. "Come for me, Andrew," he all but growls.

"Ah!' Andrew hunches his body, pushing into those firm strokes as terribly undignified sounds escape him. He's so close, so very close he can feel himself ready to tip over the edge. James's command cuts through the haze of pleasure and shoots right to his crotch, and the next moment after James has said it he's emptying himself over James's hand, gasping and moaning all the while.

It's very rewarding for James to watch as well, his eyes fixed on Andrew's face in particular as he tenses. It's always gorgeous to watch.

He waits until Andrew's completely spent, before he turns the vibrator off and sits up, using a paper tower to wipe his hand as well as bit of come that landed on Andrew, while wearing a very satisfied smile. "Good boy," he tells him approvingly, stroking his thigh.

Andrew pants, ribcage rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath and re-ground himself. He lets out a gasping little laugh at the praise, warmth suffusing him.

"That was...that was brilliant," he informs James. Only trouble now is that he wants to cuddle but a.) he's still tied down and b.) James hasn't been taken care of.

"Definitely trying this again, then," he answers smugly as he wipes off the vibrator as well, then gets to his feet and puts the stuff aside. Unlike Andrew, he still looks very composed, betrayed only by the slightly flushed face, and the bulge in his trousers, though it's not quite as noticable as before.

He sits down again next to Andrew, and unfastens the strap from a cuff. "Careful not to move too quickly, you might be stiff," he warns, before leaning over him and undoing the other one as well.

Andrew doesn't listen in the slightest, and groans as his immediate move upon being released brings him pain. Even so, he doesn't wait or go slow when his second arm is free, but twists onto his side and curls up against James as best he can with James sitting up on the bed, bound and determined to cuddle. The result is mostly his forehead pressed up against James's leg and his arm thrown up onto James's lap, but the intent is there.

"Definitely," he mumbles in agreement.