between erik and a hard gate by artsyfartsiage

            “Did you not expect this, Vicomte?” Erik hissed, a hint of sinister laughter ringing on the edge of his voice.  “What will you do to escape?”  Raoul said nothing, but eased reluctantly into the bonds which held him secure.  “Don’t you want this?”  Erik leered at Raoul and massaged his leg against his member, causing him to groan and arch his head back against the bars of the gate.

            “Stop playing games.”

            “Tell me you want this!” Erik snarled, a flash of passionate anger surfacing within him as he put his hand strongly between Raoul’s legs.

            “Yes!” Raoul cried out, panting.  “Oh god, yes.”

            His words satisfied Erik, who released his grip to move his hands onto Raoul’s hips.  “Good,” he said.  “That will make things much easier for both of us.”  He then began undoing the clasps of Raoul’s tight pants as Raoul gasped with anticipation.  Just a bit of light coercion and they slid down off his hips, over his muscular thighs and past his knees.  A shiver ran through his body, both at being exposed to the crisp air of the cave and at the excitation now coursing through him with Erik’s every influence.

            Erik reveled in the sight now before him- the Vicomte standing exposed and bound, helpless against him, water dripping down his glistening face and body, his soaked shirt the only covering remaining, and his long member standing out, hard and inviting, waiting for his impassioned onset to begin.

            “Erik,” Raoul moaned again, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.  “Please.”

            Unable to resist the temptation, Erik touched his hand to the end of Raoul’s member and felt it lengthen to meet his touch, Raoul purring his approval.  Then he put both hands upon its length and stroked it firmly.  He watched as Raoul’s eyes closed tightly and his head pushed back against the gate, his hands twisting in their binds.  Erik himself was growing harder at seeing the intense pleasure on the Vicomte’s face; with every moan and gasp that came from his soft lips he felt his own pain increasing.

            “Oh god,” Raoul breathed as Erik circled his end with his finger.  At the same time, Erik was lowering himself onto his knees in the cold lake water, coming to rest with his head at Raoul’s waist.  He moved his hands from the member and down onto Raoul’s calves, leaving him feeling momentarily cheated.  Then, to Raoul’s surprise, Erik placed his lips on his thigh and began kissing the sensitive skin around his member, making sure to find every inch of skin from his hips to inner thighs, but avoiding the glaring protrusion in the center.  Erik nearly laughed as he felt Raoul moving in his arms, desperately trying to find the special attention that had gone missing.

            “Erik, please!”

            Erik did not immediately move to satisfy him.  However, he quickly grew tired of his little game and found himself facing the length of the man in front of him.  His head spun with the visions of pleasure on the Vicomte’s face that he could create, and he became overwhelmed with desire once again to resume command over him.

            Grabbing Raoul’s hips firmly, Erik dug his thumbs and fingers into the soft skin, trapping even more of his body against the metal gate.  Suddenly, he put his lips to Raoul’s member, letting them linger softly on its end as he followed with his tongue.  Above him, Raoul nearly jumped and shouted out in ecstasy.  Erik slowly took more and more of his length into his mouth, sucking deeply on each bit before proceeding, relishing every twitch of Raoul’s body.  In one long movement he then took the whole of the treasure into his mouth, and the Vicomte’s hips lurched forward in desire.  Erik held his hips even tighter as he began moving his mouth along the member, in and out, and Raoul twitched in his bonds.

            “Erik!” he yelled as Erik continued his movement, tilting his head some and licking with his tongue along the underside.  “Oh god.  Oh god!”  Raoul’s hands raged against the ropes, his hips against Erik’s grasp.  He wanted to thrust into him, to wind his fingers in Erik’s slick hair and pull him closer, driving harder and harder.

            However, Erik, being completely in control of the situation, slowed his pace and sucked on Raoul’s member once more, making Raoul’s body shout at the torture, at the slow, sweet, agonizing pain.  Erik would take it in clear to the back of his throat, where he would massage it with his tongue and move his head around it.  “Please,” Raoul whimpered, desperate now for climax.  Heat was rising inside him and threatening to explode if it wasn’t released soon.  But Erik just continued his torture, knowing the pain he was causing and reveling in it.  He had Raoul bound above him, bending to his every touch, needing him for the pleasure only he could now bring.

            “ERIK!”

            Finally, Erik gave in.  He took a breath and slid his mouth once again clear down Raoul’s length, but this time he began moving in and out faster, his tongue flicking and massaging as he did.  Raoul screamed over him, shouting his name as Erik thrust his mouth upon him repeatedly, quicker and quicker, his entire body moving with the intensity of the action.  Caught in spasms of desperation, Raoul threw his head back and forth as his hands struggled urgently against their bonds and his hips groaned to be free of Erik’s forceful hold.  He was being driven insane as the moments of building stretched out into an eternity, as he savored every second of glorious ecstasy yet crucially needed to reach the point where it would all come to mean something…

            Erik thrust Raoul’s member deep into the back of his throat once more and suddenly the fire shot up from his thighs and spread through his body, making him shudder uncontrollably.  He hollered Erik’s name as his head flew forward, his breath escaping from him into the cold air around.  Erik licked with his tongue long and hard and Raoul poured into him, every last drop draining out of him and the fire spreading a few last flames through him.  His body sagged onto the ropes, completely exhausted, as Erik pulled away with one final grazing of his lips.  He took a minute to regain his breath, and while he did Erik stood up and began untying his bonds.  When the final knot was undone, Raoul fell onto Erik, holding onto him for support.