As Zexion taught him more and more about kinks, Demyx found himself growing increasingly excited whenever their "roles" came into play. What was at first a novel title – "Master" – soon became something that felt like heat and desire and worship when it came out of his mouth. The moment Zexion assumed his role, Demyx would feel a shiver of anticipation as he became the "pet," the "toy," the "slave" – whatever Zexion told him he was. It was thrilling…and calling Zexion "Master" became more delicious than a moan of pure pleasure.

He didn't know why he got off on Zexion being his "Master." Maybe, Demyx pondered, it was because he could tell that Zexion enjoyed being the master more than anything. He wasn't entirely sure why that was, either…although from things Zexion had said or hinted at, Demyx wondered if maybe being a pretty boy had resulted in past lovers not giving Zexion much power in his relationships. It sounded like maybe they had tended to treat him like a fuckable little twink – like maybe a few boyfriends in the past had sort of dismissed him, or disempowered him, made him feel like he was only sexy to them if he was submissive and cock-hungry.

All this was just guesswork, because Zexion didn't like to say such things outright, but Demyx could see that, whatever his past experiences, Zexion had developed a taste for being in charge. He liked the control, the power over Demyx…and, although Demyx had never really thought about kinks like this before, he found that, at least with Zexion, submitting was an intense thrill he couldn't get enough of. Mostly because of how hot those dark eyes would get, watching him fall apart under Zexion's hands.

And Zexion had some…very skillful hands.

The accessories multiplied gradually, and Demyx found himself adjusting his wardrobe for work more and more often. The plug became a familiar presence inside him – but only on days when he was going to see Zexion. Otherwise, he didn't wear it – "for health purposes" Zexion said, but the effect that Demyx felt the most was one of associations. If the plug was inside him, the physical stimulation was nothing compared to the knowledge that he was going to be with his boyfriend tonight. Soon. Six hours from now…five hours…an hour…fifteen minutes. All he could think about with that little plug inside him was Zexion, Zexion.

Demyx developed a system for hiding erections at work, because he had them. Often.

Until the day Zexion introduced another new accessory for him to wear.

That evening, Demyx arrived at Zexion's place, as usual. Zexion rose from the couch and greeted him with his usual calm smile and sweet kiss. He was wearing a long, terrycloth bathrobe, but his hair was dry – odd, but Demyx didn't have the concentration to figure that one out right now. He swallowed thickly as the kiss ended – Zexion's fingers trailed over the turtleneck collar, tracing something underneath it…then following the lines down his chest. He didn't even have to say anything. The touch was enough of a hint by now.

"Master…please use me," Demyx breathed. One eyebrow arched at him, and Demyx quickly added, "…if you wish." His skin prickled as he said it, rising with goosebumps. It was his favorite new phrase – one that expressed, in the context of their roles, something he'd wanted to tell Zexion from the very start anyway. If you want me. Even in the club, when he'd wanted the pretty stripper "Princess" so much he couldn't stand it, he'd hated the idea of getting something that he wanted and Zexion didn't. That Zexion had wanted it – and that he wanted all this, now, and with Demyx – was the part of their relationship that made him…so, so happy.

"I do wish to, sweetheart," Zexion answered with a smile. "Come. Let's go play a bit before dinner, my pet."

Fingers laced together, Demyx followed, heart racing. He could barely keep the huge smile off his face.

It took a minute for it to sink in that Zexion was taking him, not upstairs, but to the kitchen – and then Zexion stopped, turned around, and untied his robe. It fell open and slipped from his shoulders to the floor, and Demyx was staring slack-jawed at the sight of his boyfriend, smirking faintly at him, wearing lingerie. Lacy, crimson and royal purple lingerie. Not that he'd never seen that before – Zexion wore this stuff at the club, Demyx knew that. But he hadn't brought any of it home, not yet, and Demyx didn't ask, because he assumed it was a thing Zexion put up with for work, but didn't much enjoy.

Apparently, Demyx was wrong.

Zexion wasted no time – immediately stepping into his commanding role, his voice dropped low into that dominant tone that made Demyx shiver. "Strip."

"Yes, Zexion," he answered softly, meek and quick to obey – even as his eyes devoured the sight before him. Zexion's nipples beautifully highlighted by lace, his pale skin looking lickable and creamy against the deep purple…his skimpy panties failing, as expected, to fully cover and contain Zexion's long, thick penis and ample balls.

Mouth watering, Demyx shed his turtleneck. It had been a bit too warm for it, but Demyx had needed something high-collared and long-sleeved. Taking it off immediately revealed what Zexion's fingers had been tracing – a thick leather choker with metal rings in it, matching clasps around his wrists, and a harness across his chest. Zexion studied him, slowly circling the kitchen table. He licked his lips, so faintly that Demyx wasn't sure he'd seen it, and his fingers stroked – lightly and absently – over the front of his full panties.

As though hypnotized, Demyx unzipped his slacks and dropped them. His underwear followed a moment later, revealing the rest of his accessories – the truly tortuous ones. He had straps here too, around his waist and running between his legs. In the back, the straps neatly locked his usual anal plug in place – the biggest one. In the front, he wore a cock cage. Locked.

That was the new accessory. So, in spite of the large intruder in his ass all day, and the chafing of the straps that promised submission and pleasure tonight…Demyx had been unable to get hard all day, and he'd been wanting to for just as long. He'd never realized how much he would miss those inconvenient work erections…until he felt the pinch of the chastity cage keeping him flaccid – forcefully – no matter what the plug inside him touched.

Zexion had mentioned, when he locked the cage this morning, that some guys wore them for weeks, or even months. Utterly submitted, denied erections and orgasms for the better part of a year. A day was nothing – a first baby step. After the day he'd had, Demyx didn't see how that could be possible.

So there he stood – naked, dressed only in S&M accessories he'd never so much as touched before Zexion entered his life, and his boyfriend was eyeing him like a delicious treat, now circling slowly back around the table. There was nothing subtle about the way he licked his lips now. There was even less subtlety in the way he palmed his growing erection through the satin lingerie. With very little encouragement, Zexion's shaft was standing tall and beginning to swell – the head was already peeking out of the tiny panties, and soon more would follow. Ladies' undergarments were woefully unprepared to conceal a cock like Zexion's.

Because it's so beautiful… Demyx licked his lips, his eyes straying over his lover's body.

"I know what you want, pet," Zexion purred, fingertips playing with the exposed head of his penis, "but not yet. If you want to worship my cock tonight, you'll need to earn the privilege." His lips flicked up in a momentary smile. "I have just the thing for you. Go and lie down on the table. On your back."

It was only as he obeyed, crawling up onto the cleared-off tabletop, that Demyx noticed the cuffs.

Of course, Zexion wasted no time locking him up. A wide cuff around each ankle secured him to two of the table legs, and one more at the top locked both his wrists to a chain strung between the other two table legs.

Strolling around the table, Zexion surveyed him – legs splayed, arms over his head. Helpless. In a sweet, light tone – the same one he would use to ask Demyx if he wanted chicken for dinner – Zexion mused, "You seem a bit warm, sweetheart. Your skin is all flushed." He paused, lips curling softly, and two fingertips just brushed the inside of Demyx's wrist. "Let's see what we can do about that."

Breathless, Demyx waited as Zexion moved out of sight above his head and…Demyx heard the sound of the refrigerator opening? No…the freezer. "I made some popsicles today…hmm, looks like they're ready." The freezer door shut and Zexion returned, tray of popsicle molds in hand. He crossed to the sink, as casually as if he were fully clothed and not displaying his tight little buttcheeks through filmy lace, and ran hot water over the outside of the molds briefly. "They're a sort of yogurt-fruit concoction. Much healthier than ice cream, of course, and I find that the cream is an important element in…situations like this." He smirked, popping one out as he came to stand by the table and Demyx. "Ice pops are a little abrasive," he added, bringing the tip of the popsicle close…and then touching it to the underside of Demyx's jaw, tracing a line back and circling behind his ear. Demyx jerked at the cold sensation, shivering, his skin prickling in response. "See? Much smoother, isn't it?"

The popsicle was still on his skin, slowly tracing down his neck, skipping over his collar, down and forward to the hollow of his throat. Demyx shivered again; the cock cage tightened and pinched. "Yes, Master Zexion," he breathed. Chilly drips were running down toward the back of his neck…but Zexion didn't let them get far.

Leaning in, Zexion slowly licked Demyx's jawline. "Mmmm," he hummed in his ear. "This one is strawberry."

The warm wetness of Zexion's mouth felt almost hot after the chill of the popsicle, and by the time Zexion was lapping behind his ear, Demyx was breathing hard. Zexion was still moving the popsicle around, lower and lower, tracing the contours of Demyx's chest as the creamy fruit melted slowly and left trails of sweetness on his skin. He knew it was coming, but it still gave Demyx a shock when the cold, wet touch reached his nipple. He whimpered, feeling his nipple immediately peak. Zexion stroked the ice-cold treat over the rock-hard tip, then moved to the other one and teased Demyx until both his nipples could have cut glass.

Zexion's mouth was slowly working down his neck, and Demyx was so sensitive there – even more so after the tingling cold touch. His hips writhed, the cock cage adding misery to the erotic bliss Zexion was giving him. The combination of pain and pleasure was driving him crazy. Before Zexion, Demyx had never imagined…

He was panting harshly by the time Zexion's warm mouth found his still-erect nipples. With a soft cry, Demyx twisted in his bindings, arching into the lips that tugged and the tongue that rubbed the sensitive little peak. Zexion sucked each nipple in turn, then trailed popsicle down the center of his body and lay it over Demyx's navel. "Hold still. Don't knock it off." The murmured instruction was all Demyx needed – he froze in place, but his chest was still rising and falling so fast he might be about to hyperventilate.

Calm eyes ran down his body, lingering on Demyx's groin where the cock cage was still secured, forcefully keeping him flaccid – although Demyx's dick was doing all it could to swell enough to burst the restraints. "That's beginning to look uncomfortable, sweetheart." Zexion paused, but Demyx didn't dare speak unless given an order or asked a question…even though his mind was screaming with pleas to get it off. Zexion smiled slightly at Demyx's shaky control, then continued. "Would you like me to let you get hard now, pet?"

Almost choking, Demyx forced his voice into a soft, submissive tone – instead of yelling in desperation. "Yes Master…if you want me to be hard for you."

For one moment, Demyx couldn't even breathe. It felt like his heart stopped – everything hung on Zexion's word. If Zexion said no, Demyx would stay locked up, in agony…but still happy, because it would be what Zexion wanted. This part was very new – the fact that even his body's condition was dictated by his boyfriend…no, Master. It was…intense. Even Demyx hadn't always felt like he was in control of his own dick – damn thing had a mind of its own sometimes, as most guys would probably admit – and now Zexion owned him, every part of him, in a way that Demyx wasn't even sure he'd ever owned himself.

"…I do."

Fuck he loved Zexion.

Demyx gasped, and Zexion smiled at his reaction. Without comment, he produced a tiny key from beneath a thin strap to his lingerie. Lifting Demyx's genitals carefully, he unlocked the little padlock keeping the cage shut. Meticulously, Zexion removed the device…and in the same breath, Demyx's cock jerked upward and began to fill with blood, taking several degrees of rational thought completely away from him.

"Look at you," Zexion murmured, lifting up the remains of the popsicle. "I've never seen you grow hard so fast." He paced back up to stand near Demyx's head, completely ignoring his rising erection. He brought the melting popsicle to Demyx's lips and traced around the edges before slipping the remainder of the treat inside his mouth. Demyx obediently parted his lips and sucked on it, his mind too involved in desire to even be sure what he was sucking on. "Is it good, sweetheart?" Zexion murmured in an amused tone, gently sliding the popsicle in and out of Demyx's mouth – almost like he was fucking his face with it.

"Mmm…" Demyx couldn't speak with his mouth occupied, but he could nod and hum his agreement. The last of the popsicle detached from the stick and slid down his throat.

"Would you like to try another one?"

Demyx glanced down. He could just see Zexion's lower regions over the table edge. And Zexion…was hard. His cock was well above the top of his panties, the head flushed and moist. Zexion was enjoying this.

"Yes Master," Demyx panted, his own cock solidifying, pointed straight up in an eager erection. "I love everything you give me."

Licking his lips, Zexion nodded. "Let's try mango this time."

And then he picked out another popsicle and did it all over again.

One thing was different – whereas Zexion had teased and caressed Demyx's upper body last time, with this popsicle his ventured much lower. Starting at the nipples – just to make them good and hard and tingling again – he soon ventured down to Demyx's navel, carefully following the cold trail with his hot, soft mouth. He painted the outline of Demyx's muscles with melted popsicle, murmuring against his skin, "You have the sexiest hips, Demyx. Have I told you? Every time I see them I just want to grab tight and fuck you…"

Demyx shuddered, arching into Zexion's touch. His ass clenched on the thick plug still inside him, imagining Zexion. Thick, long, hot, hard Zexion.

Another wet lick, and Zexion was down in some very private territory. He nudged the popsicle alongside Demyx's genitals, then under his ballsack. Rubbing upward, he massaged Demyx's balls with it – normally something that would have him on the verge of orgasm, but this was so cold. The chill ached in his testicles…and then Zexion trailed that thing right up the underside of his dick – just once. Demyx shook, his voice breaking as he moaned. Zexion's mouth followed, cleaning up the sticky mess – suckling his balls thoroughly, lapping up to the tip of his cock…and then the popsicle went down.

Demyx felt Zexion unlatching and unbuckling things for one moment before the huge plug in his ass tugged. "Ahhhhhh!" Demyx threw his head back and cried out as Zexion swirled the toy around, caressing his insides thoroughly before drawing the plastic out, out, slowly out. Demyx opened easily – even gripping at the toy, trying to keep something inside him, didn't prevent Zexion from removing it.

And then…taking advantage of how loose and open Demyx already was.

Cold, cold slid down and back, circled his anus, and prodded inward, spreading Demyx open again – with a chill so sharp he felt stung with it. Kind of…like losing his virginity? That was the closest comparison he had – the sharp pain, the tingling pleasure, the newness of the sensation. It was…a lot to take in.

And it was cold.

The popsicle started melting fast as Zexion pushed it deeper into Demyx. It was almost unbearable, how cold it was – his whole body jolted with the goosebumps now – but the frozen dessert couldn't compete for long, and with each sliding thrust it lost quite a bit of size, until the last frozen bits fell from the stick and remained inside Demyx, melting into a goopy mess in his ass.

He barely had time to register the feeling of the juices inside before Zexion was between his legs, pushing his thighs up a little and leaning down. His hot tongue was quick to delve into the soft pucker, chasing traces of sweetness. Demyx's eyes rolled back as he heard and felt Zexion slide his tongue into his hole, slurping at the wet mess inside, sucking out mango yogurt creaminess.

It was…a good thing he kept himself so clean. He'd learned to be ready for anything, with Zexion.

"Ahhhhmmmmmh!" Demyx's head fell back in ecstasy as Zexion's wicked tongue teased his insides. He was trembling all over, his cock dribbling warm fluid that pooled on his stomach. Zexion moved up, suckling at Demyx's balls another moment before lapping his way up to the head of Demyx's penis, licking up the precum from his tip.

Demyx didn't see the heated, lustful gaze with which Zexion studied him, but he heard the calculating murmur, "You are nearly past your limit already, aren't you?"

He couldn't summon his voice, no matter how he tried, so there was no "master" in his answer, just a frantic nod that hopefully looked submissive enough. Demyx felt like his dick was swollen to twice its normal size, his balls felt heavier than stones. He'd been turned on all day, and his hole was hot and aching to be filled, and his chest was tight and his head was dizzy because…because Zexion.

Thankfully, Zexion didn't reprimand him for his lack of respect. Instead, he chuckled softly, eased off, and stepped away from Demyx – who groaned pathetically at the sudden lack of stimulation. That earned him a gentle slap to his tummy as Zexion stepped up to the top of the table, smiling. He bent down, and moist lips touched Demyx's forehead. "Cool off a bit, sweetheart. We'll resume shortly."

Oh God…more? Dazed, Demyx could only let his head loll to the side, watching as his lingerie-clad lover smiled and turned away, going over to the stove and beginning to putter around with pots and such. Unbearably hard, Demyx just stared – not really watching what Zexion was doing so much as staring at his cute little ass, the smooth line of his back, his thin shoulders and sexy legs…all of Zexion was hypnotic. Even doing mundane kitchen things, he just looked so lovely. Demyx wanted him, needed him…couldn't think about anything else but Zexion right now.

Zexion took something out of the fridge, stirred something on the stove, and tested the contents of the pot with a candy thermometer – all without seeming to notice the naked, painfully erect boyfriend in bondage chained to his kitchen table. Demyx slowly started to regain his ability to focus on things as his body realized nothing was happening anymore and allowed his head to clear a bit. By the time Zexion had finished with his "cooking," Demyx was mostly coherent again. He was close to getting blue balls, but he could handle a little more. Zexion wouldn't leave him hanging in the end; Demyx trusted that he would be taken care of. Even so, his body was starting to protest being locked in one place for so long. He squirmed, wanting to move and stretch and…grab Zexion and kiss him and suck him off.

But Demyx wasn't in charge.

Finally, Zexion turned back to the table, bringing two little bowls with him and setting them on the table – not too close to Demyx. The scent of warm sugar finally pulled Demyx away from ogling his boyfriend, and he glanced curiously at the pans.

Slowly, Zexion lifted a spoon from each bowl and drizzled its contents back into the dish. "Hot fudge," he quietly explained, "and caramel." He dipped the tip of a finger into each, then brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean – first one, then the other…slowly. Demyx swallowed nervously. Then Zexion glided up toward his head again…and produced a blindfold from the hand towel rack nearby. He leaned down, pressed a sweet kiss to Demyx's lips, and covered his eyes with the blindfold. As he tied it, he murmured into Demyx's ear, in his lowest voice, "I am going to devour you, Demyx."

The moment he could no longer see, Demyx entered that breathless, hyper-sensitive place Zexion had been teaching him about lately. His skin tingled, every inch of it waiting for touch. His breathing became soft and shallow as Demyx unconsciously tried to be as quiet as he could, ears straining for any hint of what was to come next. He heard a muted clink…and then something hot tickled the inside of his bicep.

Gasping as the gentle burn spread from down near his elbow toward his armpit, Demyx tried to process the sensation. Was is pain? No…not really. Some part of his mind told him it should be pain, because he'd learned when he was a toddler – as most toddlers do – that melted things coming in contact with his skin was bad. But this wasn't searingly hot – it didn't feel like he was burning, but the sugar didn't cool off quickly, either. It held the thin little trail of heat upon his skin, and he twisted involuntarily, his head jolting from side to side as he fought to keep silent and not protest. It was ticklish, but more than a tickle, and tingly, but the goosebumps that rose in response were the sudden-flash sort that vanished and then happened again right away. It was all…new, and almost too much to take in with his eyes covered and his limbs bound. He couldn't do anything about the sensation, only submit to it…and that was the hard part.

It was like…like walking outside in the dead of winter, straight into a freezing blast of wind, and trying to relax like you were sinking into a warm bath. Every instinct fought it – wanted to tense up, lock out the sensation, resist it – but Demyx knew he wasn't supposed to do that. Zexion always told him to relax. Accept. Welcome. Then he would enjoy it.

He tried – and he was still trying when he felt Zexion's mouth on his skin, licking up the sauce slowly and methodically. Demyx's cock jerked as Zexion sucked on his skin – certainly leaving a mark, Zexion always did that – and he wondered, distantly, if this was the hot fudge or the caramel.

When it was gone, a new drizzle began – this time on the other arm. The burning touch moved up his inner arm so slowly, and this time…Demyx did it. He relaxed. His whole body went limp and soft – except for his renewed erection – as he gave in to the sensation.

Suddenly, the slight burn felt like a caress of pure, hot pleasure. Demyx gasped, head snapping back, and when Zexion began to lick him clean, it took longer. Caramel then, maybe. Zexion liked the thick, viscous kind of caramel – it was probably solid until he melted it. It would stick to his skin more than the chocolate, and cleaning it off would be harder.

Zexion kissed him, then, and Demyx knew he'd guessed right. As Zexion's tongue stroked deep into his open, willing mouth, Demyx tasted the sweet flavor of caramel, with slight undertones of bitter chocolate. He'd never imagined anything could make Zexion's kisses better, but there it was. Having his mouth ravished by Zexion's sugar-coated tongue was his new favorite thing.

The thinner drizzle of hot fudge tickled and stung over his clavicles and down the center of his chest. Demyx expected his nipples to feel the hot burn of pleasure next, so it was a surprise when, instead, he felt Zexion continue down the center of his body. Unable to see anything, Demyx trembled and heaved for every breath as Zexion poured a hot stripe down to his navel, then crisscrossed back up, decorating his stomach with chocolate.

Again, if Demyx thought he could guess what Zexion was about to do, his lover seemed determined to surprise him. Rather than strictly following the trail as he had painted it, Zexion lapped and sucked at his navel, trailing to the side a bit before lifting away from Demyx's skin entirely. A moment later, that hot mouth was back – sucking and nibbling his clavicle, making Demyx jerk at the unexpected touch. Then he moved again, to the other side of Demyx's stomach, and again, to his sternum and then more clavicle. Over and over, Zexion lifted away, only to return to kiss and lick where Demyx least expected it.

With nothing to see but darkness, Demyx was unconsciously closing his eyes behind the blindfold, soaking up the soft caresses of Zexion's tongue and lips upon his body, when he suddenly felt the caramel again – hot and thick and dribbling straight onto his nipple, pooling around it as Demyx gasped, arching and writhing.

"Ahh! Mmmh, ohhh…!"

Without a moment's rest, the burn of bliss enveloped his other nipple, too. Demyx's cock jerked and leaked, his chains rattling as he twisted, head tossing back and forth. It was…so much more intense, here.

"Look at you," Zexion whispered. "Your nipples are so hard they're poking through the caramel. How cute."

Demyx moaned, pushing his chest upward as much as he could – a silent plea for Zexion to touch him again, suck his nipples, take the too-hot burn away and replace it with a softer pleasure…

And Zexion did…and he didn't. Demyx groaned as he felt his boyfriend's hot mouth descend on one nipple, wide open and sucking up most of the caramel in one go. Then, a faint scrape of teeth was his only warning before a sudden, sharp bite.

"Annngh!"

The electric jolt of sensation made his chest tingle and his penis throb. When Zexion did it again to the other side, but this time with several tiny nibbles instead of one bite, Demyx choked on his gasp of aroused need. His erection felt huge, a burning-hot iron rod between his legs, his balls throbbing for release…

Fire touched his cock – wet, dripping fire trickling from the dribbling, sensitive head all the way down the shaft and over both testicles, and Demyx screamed. It hurt, stung, and he hadn't seen it coming, but…because he hadn't seen it coming, he hadn't been braced against it, and he was already submitting, so this, too, just fell into place. He barely had to try this time. It shocked him, but it felt good. His cock tensed and trembled under the molten caress – he very nearly came.

There was a shuffling sound, and Zexion was close – whispering in his ear. "Good?"

"Yes…" Demyx could only gasp. His penis was still shuddering with his barely-restrained orgasm. He could feel the precum streaming down the sides, mingling with the hot fudge.

"Tell me, sweetheart." It was an order Demyx was becoming familiar with.

"It feels so good, Master. I…I…I almost came."

"You held back, because I didn't say you could yet. You're a good boy, my pet."

"Yes Master. I only cum for you."

There was a shift – warm skin against his arms, shoulders, and chest. A bit of lace and silk, too. Demyx sorted through the impressions from his senses and realized Zexion was straddling his chest…right before he felt a warm little ass rest there gently.

Fingertips on his temples…and then Demyx was blinking into sudden light as Zexion lifted the blindfold away. Yup – he'd been right. Zexion was above him, still clad in lingerie, but the panties had come to their inevitable and tragic failure. It was hard to tell Zexion was even still wearing them. His massive erection was jutting up, his full balls swung free, and nothing but a thread between them connected to the straps over his hips indicated there was clothing there.

Zexion's warm, male scent filled Demyx, and his mouth watered instantly. He licked his lips, eyes fixed on his lover's erection. He wanted it, wanted it, but his arms were still bound above his head and there was nothing he could do but yearn for it…

"You've done well, sweetheart. You may suck my cock as a reward."

Demyx shivered. Fuck yes. "Yes, yes, thank you Master," he breathed, mouth already opening, head craning forward toward Zexion's cockhead.

Zexion rose up a little and inched forward, putting himself within reach. With his tongue, Demyx lifted the moist tip of his lover's penis, sliding his mouth down over the head – the only part he could get to at the moment. He laved his tongue over the slit, over the round crown, suckling at the drops of fluid leaking out. With a low, approving groan, Zexion moved forward a little further and began to feed Demyx his cock, pushing it deeper into his mouth slowly, so slowly – tantalizing.

It was almost killing him, how gentle Zexion was. It made Demyx's chest tight with affection, because another man might be more selfish, or lack self-control. He'd had a boyfriend or two – very short-term – who tended to shove the whole thing in the minute they got lips around their cock. But Zexion wasn't like that. Maybe because of his size – he always gave Demyx more than enough time to open his throat and swallow him down. It was sweet…but at the same time, Demyx had been practicing his deep-throating skills, and he'd had a while now to adjust to his hung boyfriend's length and girth, and he was so painfully turned on right now that going slowly would not have been his first choice. If he'd been in control, he'd have swallowed Zexion down to the root in one go. Instead, Zexion gave him his cock in easy, slow inches, and Demyx made his eagerness for more abundantly clear by tonguing every warm inch of his shaft hungrily.

He had to slow his tongue a bit when Zexion's cockhead eased into his throat, and Demyx relaxed and let his lover slide in as deep as he could. Zexion's warm balls pressed Demyx's chin for a moment, but he drew back quickly, allowing Demyx to breathe again.

Demyx kept eagerly suckling, no matter how much of Zexion's cock he had access to, but he paused when, after a few slow thrusts, Zexion held back with no more than his tip within reach of Demyx's mouth. Glancing up as he nursed desperately on the leaking slit, Demyx saw Zexion smirk faintly and pick up the little dish of…apparently the caramel. He drizzled a thin stripe of it over the length of his own dick, from the base to just in front of Demyx's lips, his breath hitching slightly as the still-warm sauce dribbled over his sensitive flesh. Then he put the dish down and began to slowly fuck Demyx's face with long, smooth thrusts.

The caramel glopped around his mouth at first, and Demyx couldn't reach most of it with his tongue, so he had to let the working of Zexion's in-and-out thrusts feed him the sweet flavor. He tightened his lips and swallowed over and over, tasting rich caramel mingled with the precum beginning to leak from Zexion's cock. Demyx shivered and groaned, Zexion's cockhead partially buried in his throat. He was never going to be able to eat caramel with a straight face again.

Zexion held still a moment, several inches inside Demyx's mouth, and Demyx took the opportunity to slurp up and swallow more caramel, eyes lifting to look at his boyfriend. Zexion's chest was heaving, stretching the thin lingerie with each deep inward breath, sweat making the already sheer material even more see-through. There was pink touching Zexion's cheeks, but otherwise he looked collected and in-control…until Demyx noticed his hands. Resting, for now, on Zexion's thighs, they were locked in white-knuckled fists…and trembling.

The realization that Zexion was barely maintaining control made Demyx breathless. Zexion was usually so good at hiding his responses…but now… Lifting his eyes to his boyfriend's face, Demyx's sucked, hard. He couldn't speak, but he gave Zexion a pleading look that said it all. I want you to cum. Any way you want to. Down my throat, or fuck me. Anything. Please don't hold back.

Eyes hot with lust studied his face for a brief moment before Zexion pulled back, trying to climb off the table smoothly, but not quite managing it without faltering on shaking limbs. Once on his feet, however, Zexion was able to collect himself – enormous, glistening erection notwithstanding – and he picked up a little key from the countertop and unlocked Demyx's ankles, first one, then the other. Demyx wasn't about to get freedom of movement, however – no, as soon as he was unlocked, Zexion bent his leg, still dangling a cuff, and locked it to a metal ring on the harness around Demyx's waist.

Thanks to the slight length of the cuffs' chains, Demyx's flexibility wasn't strained much by the position. It was like kneeling, only on his back, with his knees in the air…and pushed apart by Zexion's guiding hands. Which lifted his ass into the air and left Demyx wide open, in a position that could only be called "presenting." His dick, still coated in dribbling, warm fudge, twitched eagerly, hovering over his stomach and dripping chocolate both into a pool over his navel and in a long stream down his crack, toward his wet, open hole. Zexion gazed lingeringly at Demyx's exposed privates, then leaned in close and licked. His hot tongue dipped inside Demyx, then trailed upward, lapping both balls. Demyx felt suction as warm, wet bliss enveloped each testicle in turn, Zexion's tongue busily cleaning fudge off his sac. Then, with another trailing lick, Zexion moved up his shaft, surrounded the crown of his cock, and swallowed him down.

"Ngahhhh! Mmmmahhhh, oh!"

Down to the root, up to the tip – down, up, down…pause and suck, then slowly, slowly up and off, leaving Demyx dripping with Zexion's saliva and his own fountain of precum. Demyx arched off the table, feeling his tight groin slowly come back from the brink of orgasm, hard throbs of his own pulse making him twitch in the empty air as Zexion watched.

Barely able to breathe, Demyx heard the pop of a cap opening, and his eyes found Zexion – kneeling on the table now, between his spread legs – just in time to watch him take a handful of lube and smear it over his massive erection with long, slow strokes.

Zexion's hair fell into his face as he moved forward, leaning down over Demyx and nudging his legs that little bit further apart. Lace clung to his fair, sweaty skin, his cock a flushed, dark, dripping ramrod nudging into Demyx's crack, teasing his soft, pliant entrance. Demyx arched again, spreading his legs wide around Zexion's hips and trying to angle his ass toward his lover's cock as much as he could. He heard a low chuckle as soft lips touched the center of his chest, moving upward to his throat, his chin, and then his lips. Zexion kissed him, sweetly and with only his lips at first. Then, Demyx's felt only the barest touch of Zexion's tongue, their mouths open but still touching as Zexion stared into his eyes, shifted his hips, and slowly and deliberately pushed through the tight ring of Demyx's opening and slid deep inside him.

"Ah, ah, ah! Oh…oh. Zexion…mmh!"

Heat filled him, spread him open, slick and overpowering. Even though he was loose and relaxed, his rim ached as Zexion pushed inside. There was no way around it; Zexion was just too big, too thick…

But Demyx was already submitted to everything that Zexion gave him, even the pain. And when Zexion entered him this time, the hot sting of his entrance stretching to take his boyfriend had never, ever felt so good.

"Ohmygod Zexion ohhhhhhh…please! Oh God, oh God, I can't – fuck! – can't…! Ohgod please fuck me, M-Master…Zexion… Ahhhhh!"

His fingers were grasping uselessly in their restraints, fisting the air as if it were any part of his boyfriend, any part of Zexion he could grab and hold and pull closer. Deeper.

"So sweet…" The whisper fell against his throat, the light brush of fingers traveling over his skin as Zexion slowly rocked in and out with shallow thrusts. "So adorable, so sexy…Demyx." The reverence in his lover's tone nearly made Demyx lose it. He moaned, shuddering, as Zexion rolled his hips a little harder, slowly fucking him, so deep.

It felt like hovering on the brink of a cliff – both of them trembling with the tension and moving very slowly, very carefully. Edging forward without falling over. Rocking into each other without climaxing. The pace was languid as Zexion slid in and out of Demyx, his controlled thrusts deep, firm, and smooth. And Demyx was meeting each one, his hips arching up to fill himself with Zexion's cock, but the strain was making it hard to breathe. His hands were shaking uncontrollably in their cuffs, every muscle vibrating with the tension as he tried to keep himself still, his orgasm at bay. Zexion hadn't told him to cum yet.

Words were a lost cause; Demyx could barely keep his eyes open – but he did anyway. He couldn't look away from Zexion's face. Sweet, pretty…confident, commanding…sly, brilliant…and right now, just as tense with excruciating pleasure as all of Demyx was.

I'm making him feel this good.

Demyx moaned at that thought – long, loud, wantonly. Zexion's voice echoed his in a breathy groan – a sound Demyx so rarely heard from his lover that it nearly wrecked him. His whole body shook, tightening and releasing as Demyx gulped deep breaths, barely containing himself…

"Unh…Dem…" Zexion panted, hot breath in his ear, so close. His pace stuttered and paused. "So…ahh, tight…" He began to rock in again, just as Demyx realized he'd been clenching around Zexion's cock…quite hard.

Suddenly, the slow pace, the tension, the balance…all fell apart.

"Aaaagghhhhh!" Demyx arched clear off the table as Zexion plowed into him hard, filling him so deep his eyes rolled back in his head. Without a pause, he pulled back and did it again – again, again, again. Fast, hard, rubbing over Demyx's prostate with every thrumming stab inward. Zexion's hips pistoned mercilessly with a strength no one who didn't know better would guess he had. Demyx gasped as his boyfriend took him, thoroughly ravished him, and drove them both beyond all restraint and reason.

He was losing it…he couldn't stop it anymore…

Teeth and hot breath on his ear, a low growl commanding him – "Cum, Demyx. Cum, for me…now!"

"Zexion!" he screamed…and did.

Throbbing, white-hot bliss shot through his cock, exploding outward as his orgasm swept through him, semen rocketing from his cock to splatter between their bodies, painting both their sweat-soaked chests with white fluids. And Zexion didn't stop…didn't even slow down. Demyx felt his cock throb in time to the ramming thrusts as Zexion kept fucking him, somehow still holding on, still going and forcing Demyx's orgasm higher and higher until he couldn't endure it another moment. His cock was twitching, trying to keep ejaculating but producing only thin dribbled. His testicles were drained, their bodies coated…

Then – a whisper. So faint, so thin… "Demyx." He only heard it because it was right in his ear. The sound was a beautiful sob of bliss…

And Zexion's hips slapped his skin as he slammed in one more time before his cock erupted, hot jets of semen firing off rapidly, deep inside Demyx. The pulsating shaft inside him felt impossibly huge, jerking and spurting over and over until Demyx whimpered at the unbearable fullness inside. So much of him… Demyx didn't think Zexion had ever cum so much, so hard.

When Zexion finally pulled his massive cock back, letting it slowly slip free – still shooting occasional leftover shots of cum that spattered on Demyx's rim – the fluids that had been trapped inside immediately began to gush outward. Cum oozed and dribbled over his skin and onto the table, but Demyx couldn't care. He could barely gasp for each struggling breath. Eyes barely open, he stared up at Zexion, his pretty lingerie soaked with sweat and stained all down the front with Demyx's semen. All the way down to… Hnngh. Zexion's cock, still only just beginning to soften, was sloppy with his cum, flushed dark from orgasm, and just about the sexiest thing Demyx had seen in a while. Until…

"Sweetheart…Demyx…" A shaking hand against his cheek. "I love you so much."

Demyx looked up, and no – that was the sexiest, best, most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Zexion's flushed, sated face, his eyes warm and adoring, his faint smile so sweet and pretty. The answer spilled from Demyx's lips before he could gather himself to take a deep breath, so it came out rather thin and breathless. "I love you too, Zexion. More than anything."

They didn't speak again after that for a while. Zexion collapsed and lay on top of Demyx, completely unconcerned with the mess or the heat or discomfort of lying on a kitchen table. And Demyx had no complaints – Zexion didn't weigh enough to make it hard to breathe under him, and the discomfort couldn't reach him through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss he was drifting in.

Of course, sticky skin and hard surfaces and bound arms would filter through eventually, but just before they did, Zexion weakly lifted himself off Demyx and began to unlock his bindings. He removed the bondage gear as well, stripping them both down to bare skin. Then, gently tugging, he helped Demyx sit up and eventually stand, and led them both off to the bathroom to share a slow, hot shower.

The hot water made Demyx relax to the point of barely keeping his feet – but Zexion was there, stronger than he looked, and gathering Demyx into a long embrace. The hug lingered, Zexion's cheek against Demyx's clavicle, until he managed to gather himself enough to speak. "Hey…what's up?"

Zexion sighed and looked up at him. "Nothing. You are just…so wonderful. I sometimes wonder how we came to be…how I could be so fortunate. You are…the ideal match for me."

With a weak grin, Demyx snorted a little laugh. "That's my line, you know."

"Mmmm." Zexion nudged their noses together and caught Demyx's lips for one soft moment. "Agree to disagree."

Demyx smiled. "Yes…Master."

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