Nitocris and the Blindfold

Nitocris gasps as Xing Han's tongue licked over his sensitive head.

The sensations were so much more pronounced now when he lost one of his senses. Everything that Xing Han did to him seemed so much more magnified.

It was his puppy's birthday today, and he'd wanted to do something special for him, so he said that Xing Han could do whatever he wanted tonight.

Sure enough, his puppy had jumped at the chance. The way his eyes lit up was more than enough for Nitocris to feel happy.

So, it led to him being tied up and blindfolded on the bed like this. He couldn't do anything except accept what his puppy did to him, and his body was burning.

Xing Han smiled from his position, but Nitocris couldn't see him.

His eyes left hot trails over the man's body as light fingers traced over the spots his eyes went over. Even though he couldn't see his cookie's eyes, the reactions that he was pulling out from him more than made up for it.

Xing Han flicked a nipple, and Nitocris actually arched up, pulling a gasp from his lips. Xing Han's eyes darkened.

So sensitive.

It was this reason that he pounced on his cookie every time. When it was time for Nitocris to give up control, he always did it so beautifully.

Placing his control in Xing Han's hands willingly, when Xing Han knew that he would never do it for someone else was more of a turn on than he ever expected.

The flush on his lover's face was, simply put, priceless.

No one else would ever be able to see his cookie like this, and it filled him with a few darker emotions, like vicious possession. The possession he knew that Nitocris himself held for him but kept leashed back most of the time.

Xing Han, too, felt it. It was never more apparent than when he took control in the bedroom, which was part of the reason why Nitocris did it.

Giving control to Xing Han brought out a much darker and fiercely possessive side from his lover that he never knew he needed nor wanted until that first time that Xing Han had taken control.

Nitocris tried to stop his mind from slipping into the realm of pleasure as he fought back against the feelings instinctively. He wanted to maintain his sanity and reason.

Unfortunately, Xing Han afforded him no such grace, and just a few touches to Nitocris' warm skin left him trembling from the shock.

Xing Han suddenly licked at his lover's rim, and the man let out a shocked sound.

"Xing Han!" he blurted out, still trembling. He could feel the smirk on Xing Han's lips – lips that were pressed to his skin.

Then, Xing Han did something with his tongue that made Nitocris writhe, fighting against the bonds on his arms that kept him securely there without being able to do anything.

Xing Han pinned down Nitocris' hips, holding him down.

Nitocris let out a whine that shocked both of them.

He didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the pleasure, but his face was painted red.

By the time Xing Han took out his tongue, Nitocris was already softly panting, his head pressed into the pillow.

The blankness in Nitocris' mind slowly faded after the assault of pleasure stopped, and he slowly regained his senses.

Nitocris desperately wanted to see Xing Han's face, but he reminded himself that Xing Han was in control this evening, and he loathed not to give his lover what he wanted. Besides, this wasn't… so bad…

Xing Han's licked a firm ab and watched the muscle tense under his touch. Slowly, he trailed down, peppering the pale skin with kisses and bites. He left a few hickeys behind on the unblemished skin possessively.

He lingered on the skin, sucking on the inside of his thighs, but every time he went near what Nitocris really wanted him to touch, he avoided it.

The underworld king was about to lose his mind, but Xing Han wasn't showing him any mercy.

Xing Han breathed lightly on the man's erection, and Nitocris actually stopped breathing.

Smiling mischievously, he gave him a single lick, which knocked the breath out of Nitocris.

But, after that single lick, he went back to sucking on the skin near it, not touching his erection anymore.

Nitocris was legitimately about to lose his mind. He was so hard that it felt like all the blood had rushed to his dick instead of his brain, leaving him unable to compute anything.

What he did know was that he was about to go crazy if he didn't get any relief soon.

"Puppy…" Nitocris trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Yes?" Xing Han answered teasingly. He bit the skin under him, getting another jolt from his lover.

"Xing Han, touch me."

"Touch you? Aren't I already touching you?"

Nitocris made a noise of frustration. "Touch my dick," he said dryly. He tilted his neck, looking at the general direction that Xing Han was, but because of the blindfold, he couldn't see anything.

Xing Han drank in his lover's red face. The flush wasn't fading anytime soon, which turned him on a lot.

Instead of doing as Nitocris wanted, however, he did something else.

Nitocris jolted as Xing Han's fingers traced around his rim, and he held his breath in anticipation, waiting for him to push it in, but his puppy was torturing him as those fingers only traced around, not going deep inside like he wanted them to.

"Xing Han," he called out lowly, his voice deep and husky with want. Forget having his dick touched. He wanted Xing Han in him. Now. Right now!

Xing Han smiled faintly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

What a sight his lover made, with how he was spread out on white sheets just for him. The contrast of red ropes over fair skin was such a tantalizing sight that he couldn't believe Nitocris was all his.

"Tell me what you want."

Nitocris hesitated for a brief second, but it was enough for Xing Han to take away his fingers.

"Fuck me," Nitocris said in a low voice, his cheeks red again. He wasn't used to saying it all out loud, but it seemed like Xing Han was in that sort of mood tonight.

Xing Han chuckled, and as a reward, he pressed two fingers in at once. The man arched up with a shout. His hole was still slick from earlier, and the slight burn was more arousing than painful.

Nitocris liked it on the rough side, and Xing Han definitely delivered.

Every time they did this, Xing Han realized that Nitocris would react that much more intensely whenever there was a bit of pain. And when he was tied up…

Well.

He scissored the two fingers, stretching them.

"Tell me what you want," Xing Han whispered, his voice like a seductive demon.

Nitocris clenched down harder on the two fingers moving around wantonly inside him.

"I… give it to me. Don't give me any more fingers."

Xing Han smiled and pressed a kiss to his cookie's lips.

Withdrawing the two fingers, he lubed himself up.

Without another warning, Xing Han slid into his tight lover without any problem, the man's hole opening up and enveloping him without a problem.

Nitocris panted as he controlled himself, but he couldn't control his instinctual reaction to clench down on his lover's sizable erection.

It made him feel so full and heavy inside, and his insides possessively clenched around Xing Han's dick. It filled him up so well, and it made him feel as if his puppy was staking a claim on his body – as if he was telling him that no one else would be able to make him feel this way again.

He didn't know if it was because of the blindfold, but it felt even bigger today. He could almost make out its shape from feeling it alone.

Xing Han didn't set a kind pace. Instead, his pace was long, deep and almost frenzied.

It went from zero to a hundred, and Nitocris was loving every second of it.

Every extra thought flew out of his mind without a problem, and he was pounded into the mattress without any politeness.

Overwhelmed, tears started gathering in his eyes, and they spilled out as his prostate was ruthlessly hammered each time. Tears slipped from behind the blindfold, and they only spurred Xing Han on more.

He could practically picture his lover's eyes behind the black blindfold. Every time Xing Han was on top, Nitocris always ended up crying from the ruthless overwhelming pleasure that he felt from Xing Han.

It was such a turn on, knowing that he had completely conquered this stoic man.

The underworld king's hole always clenched around him like it was scared when his dick pulled out, unwilling to have him leave.

It was a tight but wet suction that repeated every single time.

No matter how many times they did it, Nitocris never seemed to lose any of his tightness, which just made Xing Han want to do it more. He wanted to imprint his shape so deeply in this man that no one else would ever make him feel this way.

He knew that it was his possessiveness speaking, but he never felt ashamed of it.

"You feel so good," Xing Han whispered seductively into Nitocris' ear.

He pinched a nipple, then laved his attention on it, and Nitocris arched up with a cry, tears continuing to spill down.

Xing Han licked the trail of tears. Salty.

When Xing Han wrapped a hand around Nitocris' erection, the man actually let out a scream, which was followed by faint sobs.

Nitocris was completely and utterly overwhelmed. Every time Xing Han got like this, he always took him apart in the most precise way.

It was like he was dissembling him, only to put him back together later on, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The two were chasing pleasure together, hand in hand.

Pleasure crashed over them like unceasing waves, slowly chipping away at their sanity.

Xing Han spread Nitocris' legs further apart, steadily pumping his erection. The man's erection had been weeping for some time, and Xing Han's actions only made the precum spilling out increase.

"I love you, cookie. I love you."

It wasn't anything special – at least, it wasn't anything special to someone else, but the words that Xing Han told him were more than enough for him to crash over the cliff, freefalling straight down without reserve.

Nitocris let out a scream as he came, clenching down hard on his puppy's large dick that was filling him so well. With a few thrusts, Xing Han also came, spilling himself inside his lover's taut body.

Xing Han collapsed forward but held himself up with a hand to prevent himself from crushing his cookie.

Nitocris was still panting when Xing Han removed the blindfold over his eyes.

Xing Han affectionately licked the tears that were still dripping down, and he looked at Nitocris' wrecked expression, feeling smug.

He pressed light kisses on his lover's face as he untied the ropes snaking up his wrists with expert touches.

They made Nitocris tremble again, feeling unbelievably sensitive after such a mind-blowing orgasm. His mind was still in disarray.

Xing Han pressed a kiss to his cookie's forehead before he said, "I'll be back soon."

He walked out to run the bath for his lover, knowing that he needed it. After making sure that the water wasn't too hot, he turned off the tap and walked back.

Xing Han picked up Nitocris' and walked them to the bathtub, where he placed his cookie inside.

Slowly, he washed Nitocris' hair and body until the man returned to himself.

Nitocris smiled, and it was such a gentle and affectionate smile that Xing Han's heart skipped a beat despite all the time that they'd already been together.

Reaching his arms forward, Nitocris looped his arms around Xing Han's neck and pulled him down for a deep and firm kiss.

Pulling Xing Han into the water, the two of them cuddled until the water turned cold.

"I love you too," Nitocris said, his eyes soft.