Some cuffs

You turn to him and see that he has both hands behind his back. He also has a slight smirk.

"Yes?" You prompt.

He nods his head towards the bedroom.

"How about you head in there and wait for me?"

With a shrug you head off to the bedroom, a smile forming on your lips. You try to piece what he's doing together from the noises he makes. The crunching of a plastic bag. A small tearing sound followed by the gentle clinking of metal. A soft object being placed on a table. Ah, and finally something unmistakable - a belt being undone, indicated by the tinny ring of the buckle. Fabric sliding against skin, and being dropped to the ground.

"Are you ready?" his voice calls from just around the door.

"I am," you respond from your seat on the bed. Tristan walks into the room wearing only his boxers, his cock visibly pressing against the fabric with every other step. Hands no longer behind his back, you see what he's been hiding: two pairs of fuzzy cuffs.

"Are those for me?" you ask playfully.

He smiles and drops them on the edge of the bed, and then puts his weight on the bed and crawls towards you. His lips find yours, and you close your eyes. It's a soft kiss at first. Your lips little more than brushing against one another's. He leans into you more, and your lips part. An arm wraps around you, and you're gently lowered to the soft mattress. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close as your kisses become more intense. You notice that one of Tristan's hands is occupied removing his only piece of clothing. You follow his lead, and unbutton your shirt, exposing your breasts. His kissing trails off down your neck and down to one of your breasts while a hand grabs the other.

"I can never get enough of these," he says before a nipple disappears into his mouth. His tongue makes slow circles around it, occasionally flicking it back and forth. Sometimes he sucks a little more, sometimes he licks a little more. All the while your other nipple is squeezed and rolled between fingers. He gives a gentle parting bite before pushing himself back.

"Let's get that shirt off completely. And you can lose these, too," he says while caressing your panties. You quickly comply and Tristan leans back to grab the cuffs. You lay down after tossing your clothes off the bed,. Your attention is captured by his physique as he straddles you. A well defined chest sits atop his firm core, all covered by a trimmed layer of hair. Along with those adornments was one thick, and very eager, cock. He notices your devouring eyes.

"Since your hands are going to be busy for most of this, why don't you spend a little time stroking me?"

You grin, and look over to the bedside table for some lube.

"You won't need any of that," he offered, "you wouldn't believe how much the idea of this turns me on."

You focus on the tip of his cock and notice how it glistens. Precum is leaking down his shaft. You reach a hand forward, rubbing the head to fully cover it in precum. He moans in satisfaction, which only deepens as you slide your hand down his full length. After a few stokes, his cock is fully lathered. You continue your slow strokes, looking up at Tristan's face as you do so. He looks down at you, smiles, and leans forward over you. He gently closes one of the cuffs around your free wrist, and guides it to the nearest bed post. Another soft ratchetting noise tells you that you're connected.

"That's enough jerking for now," he says while latching the other set of cuffs around your active wrist. He pulls that one to the next post, and sits back after connecting you. You test the connection with a few pulls.

"I'm not going anywhere now."

He leans down for another kiss. His warm mouth on yours, and his hot cock pressed against you. He pulls his head away from yours, and plants a trail of kisses over to your ear. You turn your head away so he can get to your ear more easily. You feel him begin to nibble on your lobe. Teeth and tongue gently playing with you. Every exhale of his much more present now that it's directly into your ear. The nibbling slowly moves up and around your ear. Finally, Tristan's tongue finds the canal. It tentatively probes, and a sense of confusing stimulation flows over you. Alternating sounds of exhales and the wet working of a tongue in your ear are all you can hear. The tongue circles the outside of your canal again, and tries to move down into it. You gasp, and begin to turn your head towards Tristan to give your ear some respite. A knowing smile is on his face, and you sigh, thankful for the break.

"Good thing you have two of these," he chuckles as he uses a hand to continue turning your head to expose your other ear. The path to the new canal is much more direct than before, and the squelching noises return immediately. The intensity causes you to gasp. As if by reflex, you turn your head to look at him again. Without saying anything, a hand comes up to turn your head back, and his tongue's work begins again. You endure for a few more seconds before trying to turn once more.

"No," he says, "I'm not done." The hand turns your head away again, but this time it stays. You realize you're straining against both the cuffs and his hand. With no way to escape, you squirm a bit more against your restraints and moan. Tristan's moans join yours, commanding your attention with their volume.

Finally, he gives you a break. A few kisses down the side of your neck, and back up to your mouth. You share a deep kiss, wishing you could wrap your arms around him. The clinking of the chains remind you that's not possible. He pulls back from you, sitting on his knees next to you. The tip of his cock continues to glisten with precum, some flowing down the shaft as it did earlier. He follows your gaze.

"Last time I was like this, you used your hands to properly lube me up. Seeing that your hands are...occupied, we'll have to find another solution. Any ideas?" he asks knowingly.

"Give me that dick," you reply and lick your lips, "Feed it to me." You pull against the restraints for emphasis.

He smiles, and positions himself so his cock is touching your lips. You open your mouth to take him, but he pulls away.

"No, why?" you ask with frustration, precum already on your lips.

"Ask nicely. Say 'please let me suck that cock'."

"Pleeeeease," you emphasize in a sultry tone, "let me suck. That. Cock."

He grins, and you part your lips. You gently nibble at his cock, up and down the shaft, savoring the taste. After a thorough job, you use your tongue to wet his length. At the head once again, you guide him into your mouth, letting your tongue slowly swirl around. Drips of fresh precum arrive, and you greedily swallow them down. Your bound position prevents you from fully taking his length, but you worship as best you can.

After repositioning atop you, he shares another kiss. During this, you feel his cock press against your pussy, ready to enter. With one quick thrust, any doubt about needing lube vanished. His entire length without any foreplay would've been painful. Thankfully, you were both prepared. His lips stay locked with yours at the top of his thrust. His cock twitches, as he tries to get a little deeper.

"God I'm wet."

"God you're wet."

He slides out of you, and thrusts again. Intensity and depth are traded for speed as he settles into a rhythm. You rock together, working your way towards climax. Sometimes you kiss. Sometimes he tastes your ears again. Always, he fucks you. You try to focus on the kisses. Tristan amplifies a thrust so that your focus is washed away in a wave of pleasure. He resumes his rhythm, his discipline serving your pussy excellently. Trying to wrap your arms around him, you're reminded of your restraints both by the feel and sound of the cuffs. As if on cue, he pulls out of you. You see his cock covered in your juices, practically dripping, before you make eye contact. Smiling, he moves his way down.

"Didn't want to cum too quickly. Told you how hot this was," he explains.

His dexterous tongue finds your sensitive clit, and the dance begins. Back and forth it slides over. You both moan, and you feel the climax coming much more quickly. Side to side, the dance continues. It ends with you arching your back as a wave of pleasure surges through you. His arms wrap around your thighs, stabilizing you. Despite the overstimulation, he continues to please you. You feel kisses on your inner thighs, and plenty on your clit. You shudder with each one, still sensitive from the orgasm.

He pulls back and sits up. Cock skyward, he grabs your waist and begins to turn you over in place. You help him and now lay face down on the bed, arms crossed and cuffed. He moves up against you, his spread knees keeping your legs wide apart. A hand finds your clit, and resumes pleasing you. The other uses fingers to enter you. You close your eyes and let the dual sensations build you up to orgasm again. Another rhythm develops, a little slower than his cock's. There are no unexpected breaks or build ups this time. Just the steady, regular thrusting of his fingers into you, and the constant swirling of fingers over your clit. You begin to shudder as you reach the threshold of your second orgasm. Tristan's tireless hands continue as you shake while the pleasure rolls over you again. He tapers off as you become more sensitive, and his damp hands move to your hips. Lips press against the small of your back, and kisses are planted down to one of your buttocks. Laying down behind you now, he alternates kisses between each cheek.

His hands move down to grope each cheek. For a few moments, he kneads with his hands, enjoying the feel of you. Those hands spread your cheeks apart, and you feel gentle kisses circling around your asshole. An odd, not unpleasant, feeling comes from this. You're caught off guard all the same.

"Woah, what are you doing?" You ask, pulling against the restraints with a little more force. He ignores you, and after a few more circles around, you feel his head pull away, and his hands release your cheeks. Another reposition, and his hands resume their dual-pleasure work on your pussy. The hand on your clit moves to take the role of the one fingering you. Different, but pleasant none the less. The relived hand slides back, and rubs your taint, and slides up to your asshole. You gasp audibly as a finger presses gently on your hole.

"No no, I don't want-" your own yelp interrupts you as the finger slides in. He gives you a moment to comprehend everything. Your breathing is heavier. There's a slight pain, and shock from the sudden entry. You try to pull away again, but soon accept that you're at Tristan's mercy for the moment. The hands rock back and forth together, fingering all of you in tandem. You make a conscious effort to calm down and release the tension in you. It's an intense sensation, and relaxing helps.

The steady march to orgasm returns and Tristan's fingers fill and please you. You know you're moments away. As you begin to tense with anticipation, the fingers pull away. With hands firmly grasping your hips, the familiar cock thrusts into your pussy. Quick breathing accompanies the quick thrusting. For a brief moment, his weight is on top of you until his arms can position to support himself. He grabs each of your shoulders, and continues to thrust deeply. Your orgasm finally arrives, and you scream. A sudden moan escapes Tristan as he joins you. The thick cock deep inside of you erupting. No longer thrusting, but simply pulsing. After a few more decaying pulses, he's filled you. You lie together, catching your breath, enjoying both the post orgasm glow and feeling of his spent cock inside of you. He kisses your cheek, pulls out, and begins undoing your cuffs.