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Andrew's really not sure where the line between teasing him and being 'inconsiderate' lies. James seems to know, though, so maybe it'll be alright to just...let him do what he will. Andrew arches his back, spreading his legs just a little in invitation, wanting to draw out that touch to his inner thigh...and direct it to where he needs it. He blinks at the offer, mouth drawing into a long line as he considers it -- then shakes his head. "Not this time," he requests, not sure why the thought worries him when this is what he wanted.

Well, James always tries to make sure that the teasing doesn't overshadow or ruin the enjoyment. The line is fuzzy, because it depends on how Andrew reacts to things in the moment.

James nods in agreement, leaning down to kiss Andrew's shoulder, his fingertips still stroking gently across the skin of his thigh. "Well, I'm already very happy with seeing you like this, so no complaints from me," he answers, sitting up a little to look Andrew over; the black cuffs against his flushed skin, the way he willingly opens himself for James's touch. "In fact you look pretty gorgeous right now," he tells him, lips pulling into a smile as his tongue flicks out to wet them.

Andrew twists his neck to try to press a kiss to James's hair when he leans down, though the angle is awkward and it comes across as more of a nuzzle. "Is that...is that so?" he asks, trying to be suave and alluring about it but finding that his insecurity shines through instead. "You'd look more gorgeous with your kit off," he suggests, not really getting why James hasn't undressed yet when it makes him feel so vulnerable to be the only nude one in the room. Of course, he's not so much thinking (or letting himself think) about how that feeling gives him a twinge of enjoyment.

"Mmmm," he answers, trying to gauge just how bothered Andrew is by it - the line between teasing and inconsiderate. He doesn't seem too unsettled by it, just exposed, and that's how James wants him to feel. "Later. We've got plenty of time, and I mostly intend to use my hands and mouth for now," he smiles.

He then pushes himself up and gets out of bed just briefly so he can crawl over, kneeling between Andrew's legs. He gives Andrew a smile and makes sure he still looks comfortable, his palms resting flat on insides of his thighs, gently urging them apart. "Like this, for example," he says, and leans down to place a long lick along the length of his shaft, though ready to pull back a little if Andrew tries to push too much into it.

It occurs to Andrew at last that James is being quite deliberate in his decision to stay dressed. "Oh?" he asks, watching James with wide eyes. He sucks in a breath when he sees where James is settling, knowing where this is likely going, and willingly (if embarrassedly) spreads his legs.

"Oh!" he exclaims, somehow unprepared despite knowing it was coming and watching James lean down to do it. With his ankles not tied, he's able to brace his feet on the bed and push upward and closer -- or try to, anyway.

While he pulls back just enough that Andrew pushing doesn't make much of a difference, he doesn't stop halfway. However, he sits up again right afterwards, not intending to use his mouth that much yet. Instead he wraps his fingers pretty firmy around the base of his cock, moving his hand far too slowly.

"Don't thrust," he tells him, placing his other hand on Andrew's hip, more as a warning than actually holding him down. He doesn't say 'don't move' - in fact he'd quite like to see Andrew squirm.

"Now that I've got you at my mercy, I suppose I could do pretty much anything to you," he says, voice quiet and a little mischievous, hand still moving at a languid pace. "Though I think I'm going to be nice. But for that, I need to know what you'd enjoy. So why don't you tell me what you'd like me to do to you?"

Andrew bites his lip and whines, legs tense as he struggles to obey the order. He trembles under James's hand, rocking into the slow strokes before he can realize what he's doing and make himself stop.

"Ooh, don't make me say it," he protests, turning his hands to grip the strap, needing something to hold onto. "Please, just -- please."

Andrew moving his hips will just make James move his hand the same way to cancel it out, and thereby really moving his hand even less. He smirks at the whine, though.

"You're going to have to be more specific than that," he tells him. "Though the 'please' is a very good start." He notes that Andrew's problem has more to do with embarrassement or vocalising thoughts rather than coherence and presence of mind - otherwise he might've given him a pass.

"Ja-ames!" Andrew thumps his head back against the pillow and puts in a good upward thrust -- so there, he'll just disobey. He stills again with an effort, though, not really wanting to get what he wants without James's okay. He hems and haws to himself, hips twitching, and finally gives in (while utterly failing to make anything like eye contact). "Use your mouth -- ahh, on me."

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.

Edited 2013-04-06 05:12 (UTC)

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.