The Horror of Shopping

He pulled as far away as he could with Damien's fingers tangled in his hair. His lips twitched at the soft whine.

Lifting one of Damien legs, he brushed his lips against the soft skin. Smirking against it, he then began to gently suck at the patch of skin, jade eyes still on Damien.

The hand on the other knee abandoned it to run lines across Damien's waist line.

Damien sagged back against the bed, twisting, his features flickering between pleasure and frustration. He grit his teeth, glaring down at Jace, determined not to make another sound.

A shudder ran through his abdomen as a hand ran over his waist and he met Jace's eyes, irritated by the man's persistence of teasing him.

"I won't." he insisted.

He gave one more suck before he bit the sensitive skin lightly so that he barely left a make.

"Come on. Just one little beg? Like the good pup you are?" He battered his eyelashes, finger running down the leg back to its original position behind the knee. He pressed his nail hard into it - enough to leave a indent, but not enough for it to bleed.

Damien tried to twist away, a shiver running down his body at the feathery touch as he let out a whine.

"No." he snarled.

A soft hiss escaped him as Jace's nail dug into his skin, head falling back on the pillows. He wouldn't beg. He wouldn't.

The man tried to sit up to grab Jace, but his position meant that he just fell backwards onto the bed again, whimpering quietly.

Jason couldn't stop the slight snicker that past his lips as Damien twisted and whimpered below him. Seeing such a 'manly man' like this did amuse and satisfy him.

Purring, he stopped digging his nail in for a second, before pressing the nail into his skin twice as hard. The scent of blood hit his nose. His tongue darted along his lips as he easily ignored it. He was really glad of his low blood lust.

He brushed his lips across the sensitive skin again in contrast before swiping his tongue over it.

"Come on. Beg. "

He kiss the skin again.

"Beg for me."

"Shut the fuck u-"

Damien yelped in surprise and pain as Jace's nail draw blood, leg jerking in the man's hold. He tried to yank it out of his grip, but only dissolved onto the mattress again as lips and tongue swiped over the sensitive skin.

But he wouldn't beg. He would not let Jace make him do that. But he really needed...

The man groaned quietly, a hand slipping down his stomach, dipping under his waistband to touch himself, eyes slowly sliding closed with a low moan.

As soon as the moan passed Damien's lips, Jason grabbed the Lycan's wrists roughly and pushed them above his haed.

"Nope~" He sang with a bright grin on his face. "You have to beg for exactly what you want." He bit the pierced lip, then pulled away before Damien could do the same. He glanced around for any source of inspiration to keep Damien's hands away.

Looking at his draw, his eyes sparked with an idea. Removing his hands, he kept one under Damien's knee, stroking it, while the other pulled open the draw. He shifted his hand through it, before letting out a "A-hah~" as he pulled out a blue tie.

Turning his attention back to Damien, he grabbed his wrists again and pushed them back up. Tying them tightly together to the frame of the bed, he then shuffled back to admire his work. Then pouted.

"I should of taken your t-shirt off before I tied you up." He ran his hands over the shirt in thought. "Though, you do have your new stuff... So I suppose this wont be missed..."

Shrugging, he began to rip the front open to expose all of his front. He purred as he leered at Damien's body, before bending down to lick from the waist to Damien's collar bone.

He let out a strangled noise half-way between a whine and a growl as Jace pushed his hands above his head, struggling in the man's grip, his lip curling back over his teeth with a snarl.

"I said I won't fucking be-!"

The snarl ended in a quiet whimper as fingertips brushed over his knee again, becoming almost completely still other than the heaving of his chest. His hands shot up to grab Jace's shoulders in an attempt to flip them.

Damien hissed as they were tied.

"You fucking-!"

He arched with a whimper as Jace bent to lick his waist, hips pushing upwards needily, before collapsing onto the bed with a noise that was nearing a frustrated sob.

"Maybe I should gag you as well?"

Jason moaned softly behind closed lips Damien pushed his hips upward. Resisting the urge to press himself against Damien, he pecked stubble before trailing butterfly kisses back down Damien's body. Stopping at the waist line, both of his fingers returned to the back of Damien's knee. The right digging into the skin, next to the other bleeding mark, while the left drew lazy circles.

But, considering last time, he figured it might not be enough. Lifting the Damien's right leg, he pressed his lips against the sensitive skin and sucked on it while the other continued to bleed.

Damien snarled at him. "If you dare, when I get out of this, I'll-"

He whimpered quietly as lips trailed back down his body, hips pushing upwards again, trying to regain some control by grinding his knee against the man's crotch. The man writhed again under the sharp and soft touches, tugging hard at his bonds, only to find that they wouldn't come undone.

"Shit."

Jason hummed against the abused patch of skin in thought. Damien still was not begging.

Maybe he should just continue what he was doing and wait it out? Or maybe do a little more? Like, immobilize him further? Most likely his one of his legs, that way he can continue to exploit his sensitive knee, while having an extra hand free.

Moving away from Damien, not worried about him breaking from his binds, he began to unbuckle his belt. Smirking down at the Lycan, a spark in his eye, he took it off, placing it beside him.

Dipping his fingers into Damien's shorts, he tugged them down, and threw them over his shoulder. Letting out a purr at the naked body below him, he picked up Damien's leg again and slowly pushed it back so that his foot was against the headboard of the bed. Keeping it held there, he grabbed his belt and tied it in a few firm knots. The belt was getting old, anyway.

Sitting back again to admire his handy work, he trailed a finger from the sensitive skin of Damien's knee down to the curve of soft flesh. He let out another purr and fought the urge to not bother making Damien beg.

Lightly stroking Damien's bleeding skin, he resumed sucking the immobile leg while running his nails up and down Damien's thigh.

"Beg."

"What the hell are you-!"

Damien snarled, thrashing in Jace's grip as his leg was strapped to the headboard, wincing at the stretch. His hips lifted a little off the bed, trying to become more comfortable as he let out a quiet whimper.

He did not like being in this position. Far too much of him was completely bared and he was unable to move. He had never felt this vulnerable before. A soft gasp escaped him as Jace's finger brushed over the back of his knee and upwards, hips jerking automatically.

Silver eyes squeezed shut as he tried to resist the urge to just do as Jace said. It would be so easy, just to give in now.

But he wouldn't let anyone have that power over him.

"No."

Jason humped at the answer, digging his fingers deeper into Damien's skin.

Placing one last kiss on the soft skin, he trailed the tip of his tongue down the thigh. His fingertips replaced his mouth, repeatedly stroking the skin in contrast to his fingernails that continued to leave bloody marks.

He ran his tongue swiftly over the ring on muscles, before turning his head to bite the inner thigh.

"Beg." This time, he spoke in a more ordering voice - never normally heard. It almost sounded foreign to himself. His signature cheerful, teasing, and sing-song tone almost gone. He was unsure whether he liked it or not. But if becoming more dominant is what he needed to do to make Damien beg quicker, then that is what he will do.

"Jace-" Damien started, unsure whether it was a moan or a warning snarl.

He shuddered as Jace's tongue started to slip down his thigh, twisting in his bonds. Mingled expressions of pain, pleasure, frustration and anticipation flit over his features, longing to just grab a fistful of Jace's hair and pull him closer, but not being able to.

A quiet whine slipped from between his lips by accident as the tongue darted over him, hips pressing upwards needily, gaze hazy.

And yelped as teeth clamped around his flesh.

"N-no."

His voice was a little more shaky this time, a little less certain. It was getting to the point where he didn't quite know why he was denying himself this any more.

But he was too proud to give in.

The shaky tone in Damien's voice made his lips twist into a smirk. While it was not the answer he was looking for, it was still a sign of weakness and Damien cracking.

He lifted his head, lips inches away from Damien's erection, his warm breath caressing it.

"Beg." He kept the hard tone, as much as he hated it, digging both set of nails into skin. He did not think this will be enough, but he still hoped so. He detested the sound of his own voice like this. Plus his own erection throbbed and ached.

He bent his head, the tip of his tongue tracing over the ring of muscles before pulling away again.

He gasped, hips rolling upwards, eyes sliding closed.

Although it frightened and ashamed him to submit, there was still something within him that responded to Jace being this dominant. There was something about the order that seemed as though it would be very natural to follow.

He let out a pitiful noise, a kind of desperate keen as Jace's nails dug into his flesh and the tongue traced over him again, writhing against the man's hand and mouth.

Jason pulled away, eyes half lidded as he watched Damien writhe. He was almost addicted to those noises tumbling out of Damien's mouth. But they were not the ones he needed to hear.

Staring at the body splayed out in front of him, he trailed jade eyes down it. From the silver eyes down the toned body and to the small splotches of blood that dripped off Damien's knee and onto the bed. His instinct told him to taste it, despite how he knew it could poison him. From the smell of it, it guess it would taste sharp and bitter.

Shaking his head to remove the thought, he pressed the digit of his finger against Damien's entrance, teasingly not moving it.

"Beg." It was hard to keep up the firm, almost cold, tone in his voice, but he did not waver.

Placing the other hand on the curve of soft flesh to caress it before bring it back. He ordered Damien again, bringing his hand back down on the skin with a satisfying smack. Pulling the hand away, he could not stop his lips stretched at the red make that bloomed on Damien tanned skin.

Damien whimpered as a digit pressed against him, hips rolling against Jace's hand, eyes screwed shut. This was humiliating. He couldn't stand how just a few touches could get him to be so helpless.

Part of him wanted to beg now. But he still wouldn't let himself.

"No."

The man yelped sharply as he was slapped, his eyes shooting open as he jerked in his bonds, only to find himself unable to move. A shudder rippled through him as a stinging heat swept over his flesh and he whimpered.

He fell back again, head hitting the headboard with a quiet clunk.

He purred softly at Damien's reaction, gently stroking the red flesh.

Pressing the fingertip only very slightly into Damien, he pulled his finger away and stroked the skin behind the knee again softly.

Lip's still twisted into a smirk, he brought the hand on Damien's cheek back again before bringing it down with twice the force.

Rather then demanding him to beg, he stayed silent, looking at Damien expectantly. Besides, even if he did command it, he did not feel it would have the same authority.

"You bast-"

The insult quickly changed from a snarl to a moan as Jace pushed a finger just inside him, hips pushing downwards as his head lolled against the headboard. He whimpered quietly as it was withdrawn again, glaring up at Jace in irritation.

"For fuck's sa-"

He cried out in surprise and pain as the hand came down on his stinging flesh again, thrashing against the ties. The man let out a whine, gazing up at him pleadingly.

"Jace-"

He almost begged, but not quite, just stopping himself, though his tone was almost begging in itself.

Jason licked his lips in anticipation as he heard his name called out. Almost. Just a little more and he was sure Damien would snap and beg.

Caressing Damien's backside, he left his hand on the red skin as he bent his head inches away from Damien's erection. He stayed still for a few seconds before moving away again, another sharp slap placed on Damien's cheek.

Damien whimpered, staring down at him as the man bent his head, his hips rocking upwards expectantly. His head fell back on the headboard, tongue darting over his lips. So close...

He yelped, jerking as his reddened flesh was slapped again and Jace pulled away. A wave of heat washed over him again and he whined, hips rolling upwards needily.

"...Please..."

Jason's lips twitched and he purred as he heard the needy plea. Leaning up he kissed the back of Damien's knee before leaning back down, wrapping his lips around the head of Damien's erection. Rolling his tongue over it, he slipped his finger inside the Lycan, pressing the digit of it against his prostate.

Pulling his head back with a pop, he smirked up at Damien as he added a second finger.

For a split second, he was humiliated to have sunk to begging. But it only lasted for the briefest of moments as Jace took him into his mouth, crying out quietly.

"...Fu-uck..."

His eyes screwed up, hips pressing forwards eagerly with a needy whine. He heaved ragged breaths as Jace pulled away, sagging back onto the bed, almost sobbing in frustration.

The man tensed a little as Jace slipped a second finger inside him, feeling it more than the first, but didn't resist, too frustrated and needy to do anything.

Feeling the other male tensed, he resisted the urge to push a third finger in, despite how desperate and needy he was himself. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the Lycan's hipbone then bit it gently - almost apologetically.

Slowly, he moved his fingers inside Damien. curling and scissoring them, waiting for Damien to relax, demand or beg a little before he added a third.