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Ryan instinctively yanked on the cuffs that bound his wrists to the wall.
“I wish I could take them off, my love.”
Jerking his head up, Ryan glared at the figure in front of him.
“Do not call me your love! I’m your god damn prisoner held against his will!” Ryan hissed.
“Against your will? As I recall, you’ve begged me the last several nights.” Nick smiled.
“Why are you doing this to me, I thought we were friends, Nick.”
Nick frowned slightly. What Ryan said was true; he was being held against his will. They also were friends. But Nick couldn’t take it anymore; he tired of just watching Ryan. Every little thing Ryan did: his voice, his movements, even his breathing made Nick want him more. And so one day, Nick did just that.

Made Ryan his.

He remembered it clearly, sneaking into Ryan’s house, into his bedroom, and gazing at Ryan’s sleeping form. Nick rubbed his fingers, remembering the cute noise that Ryan had made when he gagged and blindfolded him. Inhaling sharply, Nick could smell that scent that belonged only to Ryan, his fingers groping their way through Ryan’s hair to his neck. Nick’s thoughts began to race as he remembered knocking Ryan out, dragging him to the car and then to the cellar. And then, oh yes… making Ryan his. A quiet voice broke Nick from his thoughts.
“Nick… I have a request.”
“Hm… and what would that be?”
“Tonight, can we listen to music?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Every Breath You Take by The Police, on repeat.”
“Alright, we can do that.”
Nick placed his ipod into the dock, and music began to flow into the room. After a few clicks, The Police began to beat quietly in the background.
“Ryan, it’s time.”
Ryan struggled in the wrist cuffs. He leaned against the stone wall for support; Ryan knew what Nick wanted him to do by now. Listening for that sigh; it meant that Nick had finished taking Ryan’s body in. It was something Nick enjoyed doing. Shortly after, Nick gave an appreciative sigh and Ryan heard him cross the gap. Nick slowly pressed his body against Ryan. Ryan attempted to squirm away. In a playful gesture, Nick nuzzled his nose on Ryan’s cheek. Trying to imagine that he had no voice, Ryan made no noise. It was what Nick enjoyed more than anything in the world, hearing him whimper and moan. By now Nick’s hands were roaming up and down Ryan, exploring him like a lost city. Ryan felt Nick’s lips on the curve of his neck, biting him gently. Ryan stifled a gasp when he felt the cold air hit his chest; Nick was unbuttoning his shirt. Nick slid his hand behind Ryan’s head. The action confused Ryan. What was its purpose? Ryan soon found out when he felt Nick’s mouth suck on his nipple. Ryan threw his head back into Nick’s hand and the force slammed it against the stone wall. The assault on Ryan’s second nipple began, and Ryan’s mouth quivered from the will to contain his moans.
Nick glanced at Ryan. His mouth was shaking, and he knew it was because he didn’t want to moan. Nick bit into Ryan’s nipple, which sent a hiss from Ryan’s lips. Nick began kissing his way up to Ryan’s mouth. He tilted Ryan’s head back, and grazed his teeth over the center of his neck. Using his hands, Nick massaged Ryan’s arms, determined to make the boy moan. Going past Ryan’s lips, Nick began nipping at his ear. Ryan thrashed around at this action, and Nick knew he’d found the spot. Nick dipped his tongue into Ryan’s ear and performed long, slow strokes.
After three strokes, Ryan gave in. He let out a small whimper. Ryan felt Nick’s smile on his ear. Something unexpected happened. Nick continued to stroke at Ryan’s ear. Ryan yelped, and as the stroking continued, began growling. After what seemed like an eternity, Nick stopped and moved to Ryan’s mouth. Holding Ryan’s head securely, Nick kissed him long and slow. Ryan tried in vain to twist away; Nick was pushing his erection against Ryan’s.
“God damn you,” Ryan moaned into Nick’s mouth.
“Do you want me yet?” Nick purred.
Just a bit more, Nick thought. He continued to kiss Ryan, biting Ryan’s lower lip and pulling on it slightly. Nick grinded his erection against Ryan agonizingly slow. Releasing his head, Nick grabbed Ryan’s thighs and hoisted them up. Nick walked in between Ryan’s legs, and then let them rest on his waist. His hands cupped Ryan’s butt and squeezed. Nick could feel Ryan’s erection trying to burst from his pants. Nick brought his face to Ryan’s so that they were eye-level.
“How about now?” Nick taunted.
Ryan slammed his lips against Nick’s. Fuck it, he thought to himself. Using his legs, Ryan pulled Nick’s body even closer to him and rubbed his erection on Nick’s abdomen. Ryan felt Nick lace his fingers with his own; Nick moaned into Ryan’s feverish kisses.
“Say it,” Nick commanded.
“God dammit why Nick...”
“Just say it, my love.”
Ryan growled in agony. He stared up at the ceiling. Nick caressed Ryan’s ass with his hands and sucked on his throat. Ryan clenched his eyes tightly together as Nick’s mouth moved back to his weak spot, his ears. Ryan squeezed his legs around Nick’s waist in a plea attempt. Nick’s hands tweaked at Ryan’s nipples; Ryan was moaning softly and it was music to Nick’s ears. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“… Please.”

Hearing the word, Nick unhooked Ryan’s legs and dropped to his knees. He began undoing Ryan’s jeans. Slipping off the boxers, Ryan’s erection exploded from its cage. Nick ghosted his fingers over Ryan’s inner thighs. Ryan felt his knees buckle. Nick took the tip of the erection into his mouth, and swirled his tongue over it. Ryan gritted his teeth together and growled loudly. Nick began sucking Ryan like a popsicle, taking more of him into his mouth each time. Ryan stopped attempting to control his moans; he freely panted and groaned with each lick he felt.
“Nick, I’m coming! FUCK!” Ryan screamed.
Ryan’s seed spilled into Nick’s mouth, and Nick swallowed greedily. Ryan panted and hung from the wrist cuffs. Nick unlocked the cuffs, and Ryan collapsed into his arms. He carried Ryan to the bed in the corner of the cellar, and laid him down on the bed. Nick crawled into the bed, and decided to not recuff Ryan’s wrists.
“What are you doing?” Ryan breathed heavily.
“Letting you rest.” Nick responded.
“Why? You never let me do that.” questioned Ryan.
“I love you.” Nick smiled at Ryan.
Ryan wrapped his arms around Nick, who was instantly startled by the action. He buried his face into Nick’s long hair.
“Well this is a surprise.” Nick stated.
“I don’t know why… I want to hold you.” Ryan confessed quietly.
A comfortable silence hung between the two.
“You’re mine.” Nick whispered.
“Always?” Ryan whispered back.
“Always.”

(See description for Part Two; they go all the way, yay.)