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Post by Val on Mar 22, 2020 1:14:45 GMT
Caspian's wandering hands had finally reached their destination when he was suddenly yanked by his hair. He winced in response to the sharp, yet satisfying pain and met Roman's angry expression with lustful eyes. He truly couldn't tell which he liked better; pleasing Roman, or pissing him off. They were both equally satisfying responses, and he enjoyed picking and choosing which path to take in order to get what he wanted.
A familiar, slow smirk returned to his lips before he was abruptly forced downward. His eyes had nowhere else to go but where Roman was guiding him. His hands continued their ascent upwards, smoothing over the hardness in Roman's pants, and stopping at his belt. He undid it tantalizingly slowly and hooked his fingers into the waist of Roman's pants before stopping. No. That wasn't how he wanted this to go just yet.
Caspian suddenly rose to his feet, wriggling out of Roman's grasp with a jerk. Without losing contact with him, he climbed onto Roman's lap and straddled him on the couch so that they were now eye level, "Reciprocation," he repeated the word breathlessly, aware of how it had annoyed Roman earlier. Truthfully, he didn't care about reciprocation. He just wanted to push Roman over the edge, toward the animalistic side he knew was beneath the surface. He liked domineering Roman, but tipsy Caspian wasn't keen on following the rules, "It must be so frustrating..." he smoothed his hands over Roman's broad shoulders, "That I can resist you."
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Post by starrea on Mar 22, 2020 2:32:00 GMT
The air was so thick with the built up sexual tension that Roman almost drowned in it while waiting for Caspian to undo his belt. Of course the other man moved frustratingly slow, but there was nothing Roman could do about expect twist his fingers in Caspian’s hair and wait. Roman’s cock throbbed at the thought of what Caspian was about to do and if any part of Roman had expected Caspian to stop like he did, he would have forced Caspian’s head down.
The only reason Caspian was able to wiggle away from Roman was because he hadn’t even expected Caspian to try. A wave of anger, fueled mostly by sexual frustration, washed over him but before he had a chance to reach out and pull Caspian back to him, the man straddled him. The position was so intimate, and not just in a strictly sexual way. The new position rocked his confidence a little and his breathing became short and shallow with excitement and anticipation. When Caspian spoke, he couldn’t help but rock his hips up a little, trying to push himself against Caspian. The need was so strong it was almost painful and Caspian’s touch, even though it was just on his shoulders, was driving him crazy with want.
It was hard to keep track of which Caspian he was dealing with - the one who wanted to please him or the one who wanted to piss him off. Drunk Caspian seemed to cycle through both personalities at will. Roman hissed, a hand reaching up to wrap around Caspian’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, but the threat was there, if Caspian believed that Roman would hurt him.
“You can’t resist me.” He reminded him, his voice low and husky as he stared evenly at Caspian. Roman was a master at controlling his urges and without alcohol to lower his inhibitions, he was positive he could out-wait Caspian if he wanted to play that game.
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Post by Val on Mar 23, 2020 2:16:38 GMT
Caspian knew that Roman hadn't expected the move, and drew satisfaction from that fact that he appeared thrown off for at least a few moments. He responded immediately to Roman's eager hips, meeting him halfway as he pressed his own hips downward. The connection felt so right. He just wanted all of the distance to be closed between them; he needed to feel every inch of Roman.
He started to lean forward, his eyes on Roman's mouth. His pursuit of a kiss was abruptly cut short as Roman's hand gripped his neck. Instead of disappointment, however, his eyes filled with lust. He leaned into Roman's hand until the pressure limited his breathing, while his hands moved to grip at his forearm, holding it in place. He absorbed Roman's reminder, but didn't bother arguing the fact. His body would quickly betray any rebuttal he had to offer.
"And you can't resist me," he mimicked with a strain in his voice, sensing that Roman was prepared to continue holding out on him. One of Caspian's hands dropped between them, smoothing down Roman's abdomen and slipping into his pants. He gripped Roman pointedly and stroked, though made no move to worm his way out of his current predicament. It felt too good.
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Post by starrea on Mar 23, 2020 2:39:47 GMT
Caspian once again surprised Roman by leaning into the hold that Roman had around his neck. Roman squeezed ever so slightly, tight enough that he could feel how fast his blood was pumping beneath his fingertips. For a moment neither man moved and all Roman could feel was the blood pumping past his fingers wrapping around Caspian’s neck and the throw of Caspian’s cock through his pants, which was pressed up against Roman’s front.
Caspian got cheeky again and Roman raised an eyebrow, a silent acceptance of the challenge that Caspian just put forth. It was one Roman was expecting to lose, and the only challenge ever Roman would probably be okay with losing, but he was prepared to hold out long enough to really piss Caspian off.
His breathing hitched as Caspian stuck his hand down Roman’s pants, his hand wrapping around his erection. His hand that was still wrapped around Caspian’s throat tightened considerably as he tried not to move his hips in response to Caspian’s attention.
Suddenly, he shoved Caspian off of his lap. If the man kept touching him like that, he was going to end up breaking far sooner than he wanted. “I can resist you.” He said slowly, readjusting himself in his pants. They both knew he was lying but Roman was genuinely interested to see how far Caspian would go to make him admit it.
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Post by Val on Mar 23, 2020 5:12:03 GMT
Caspian collapsed onto the couch beside Roman as he was shoved away. It took several moments for him to come to terms with the fact that Roman had just ended such a perfect moment, so he just laid there stunned and panting.
He slowly sat up, feeling at his neck where a reddish hand print had formed from Roman's grip. It baffled him as he watched Roman push himself back into his pants, utterly denying his own body. Caspian was becoming frustrated and clearly more desperate as he decided he had nothing to lose. "Arrogant son of a bitch..." he commented breathlessly.
Shifting forward on the couch, he pressed a palm into the center of Roman's chest to hold him in place, and kissed him forcefully. It felt satisfying to finally steal a kiss, deepening it quickly before Roman would inevitably turn the tables on him. His teeth grazed Roman's lower lip as his hand made yet another descent toward his pants, this time gripping him firmly enough to cause borderline discomfort. Since nothing else was working, Caspian decided he would resort to getting physical, which would leave Roman with no choice but to respond.
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Post by starrea on Mar 23, 2020 16:08:10 GMT
Roman stared at Caspian, equally as out of breath as the other man. For several moments, neither man moved and the only sound that could be heard was both of their labored breathing. As Caspian started to sit up, Roman readied himself for retaliation. He wasn’t even sure what game they were playing anymore but he knew he wanted to win. Caspian’s words elicited a smug grin from Roman, but that only lasted a second because Caspian descended back on him.
This time, Caspian came down with force that surprised Roman. It was thrilling to see how quickly he could unravel Caspian and he let the other man push him back and hold him there. Caspian finally kissed him and it was the moment he had been waiting for. It was so better than he could have imagined and he returned the kiss with ferocity. Now that they were kissing, Roman melted into Caspian. His hands snakes up Caspian’s shirt, feeling his chest and pulling him closer as he roughly dominated the kiss.
Roman hissed a little when Caspian gripped him and he nipped at the other man’s lip in retaliation but he didn’t move to stop him. Roman found pleasure in the pain and he pushed his hips up into Caspian’s hands, needy for more.
Only when Roman’s lungs screamed for air did he finally break away, panting hard. He looked at Caspian, flushed and sweaty from the intensity of their kiss.
“You’re so predictable,” He antagonized with a smug smirk, as if Caspian had played right into his hand.
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Post by Val on Mar 24, 2020 1:00:23 GMT
Caspian's eyes flickered open when Roman pulled away, once more ending a perfect moment. He found himself face to face with a smug Roman, who still wasn't conceding to his pleas. It was so frustrating that Caspian felt a long absent emotion bubble within him; anger. His day to day life had become so calm and controlled in recent years that he couldn't remember the last time he actually felt compelled to hit someone. Roman had awoken parts in him that he never thought existed, and this time he was alarmed by what he was feeling.
As Roman made a point to antagonize him further, he clambered off of the couch and crossed the room back to his chair, putting some much needed distance between them. His skin felt burning hot and he was sure the flush was due to more than just the heated moment they had just shared. He fell into the chair and glared across at Roman. He'd been so much easier to deal with drunk. Now, Roman had the complete upper hand, and Caspian simply didn't know what to do with himself. As much as he liked being dominated by Roman, it was the fact that his carefully curated stability was being shaken to its core. In very different ways, they were both control freaks and masters of their own universe.
"I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted, almost instantly regretting the words. That wasn't at all what he wanted to say, but it was true. He reached for the bottle of whiskey to distract himself, sipping from it like it was the cure to his problems.
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Post by starrea on Mar 24, 2020 17:42:31 GMT
It was completely enthralling to see Caspian spiral out of control. His face betrayed every thought that crossed his mind and Roman eagerly devoured each passing emotion. He had already gathered that Caspian seldom got angry, based mostly on the fact that Roman had imprisoned him without so much as a reason or an apology and Caspian still gave him a blowjob, but Caspian’s horrified expression at his own emotions and actions was more than enough proof that Roman had control. He relished in his ability to exert his will over Caspian and he found it was even more gratifying that he was doing it all without it his ability.
Still, when Caspian moved away, Roman’s body suddenly felt cold. As much as he was getting off on spiraling Caspian out of control, he needed his touch. It seemed that with Caspian’s spiral downwards, Roman gained more and more confidence in a completely unfamiliar realm. He wasn’t even self conscious right now.
He smirked as Caspian drank some more and pouted. He wouldn’t usually have been merciful but right now, he needed Caspian, and if that meant giving in to him then so be it. Roman pushed himself off of the couch and walked over to Caspian, leaning down over him and supporting himself with a hand on either side of Caspian’s face. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, their lips almost touching.
“That much is clear. But don’t pout, I think you’ve worked hard enough. Tell me what you want.” Roman whispered, eyes drifting down from Caspian’s eyes to his lips.
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Post by Val on Mar 25, 2020 2:44:17 GMT
Caspian averted his gaze when Roman finally approached him. Even though he was finally getting what he wanted, he felt far from self satisfied. He had clearly lost this game, and Roman was bathing in his misery. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sink into the furniture, finding it more difficult to gather his thoughts the closer Roman was to him.
It wasn't until he felt Roman's breath on his face that he gave up on disappearing. His eyes flickered back open and he stared back into the personification of torment and lust that had uprooted his life. Instead of feeling compelled to reach for him, his body remained lax, refusing to fall back into the same cycle. Roman had secured control over his mind, now his body wanted the same attention, "I want you to shut up...and kiss me," he whispered.
He watched Roman's gaze drift lower and his tongue subconsciously drew across his lips, "Please," he added, practically begging for the game to end. He didn't care if Roman had broken him down; he had one thing on his mind and he could feel how close he was to getting it.
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Post by starrea on Mar 25, 2020 2:59:26 GMT
The word ‘please’ had barely left Caspian’s lips before Roman smashes his lips to Caspian’s. The kiss was intense right from the start and Roman nipped at Caspian’s bottom lip, impatient for him to open his mouth and allow Roman in. One of Roman’s hands ran through Caspian’s hair, gently pushing it back before grabbing a fistful of it and tilting his head back a little to allow Roman better access as he towered over him.
Even though it was only a kiss, Roman felt a zap of electricity travel through his body. His body hummed with a need he never knew he had and he once again marveled at how Caspian had unlocked this side of him. Even if him and Caspian split ways somewhere down the line, there was no way Roman could ever go back to the person he was before he met Caspian. Caspian has irrevocably changed Roman; he hadn’t yet decided if it was for the better or the worse. Whatever it was, it was entirely addicting and Roman couldn’t drop himself from wanting more and more of Caspian. His body wasn’t enough, he wanted to break Caspian down. He wanted Caspian to break him.
Roman was surprised to find that finally giving into Caspian was just as thrilling as it had been to hold out on him. The anticipation had been well worth the wait and the thought of letting Caspian ask for whatever happened next but Roman still maintaining the power to give was almost enough to make him climax right then and there. At that thought, he deepened the kiss, hungry for more.
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Post by Val on Mar 25, 2020 18:06:29 GMT
The second Roman's lips reached his, Caspian's body was reawakened with even more passion than before. Although the foreplay had been torturous, it made this moment all the more rewarding. He smoothed his hands up Roman's body, feeling that he was tense and ready as he loomed over him. He knew exactly what he wanted, and now that Roman had relented, he was intent on fulfilling his desires.
He forcefully parted their mouths and pressed his forehead against Roman's as he caught his breath. His fingers had found their way to the front of Roman's shirt, gripping it tightly to keep him close. The chair he was in felt like a cage preventing him from truly having full access to Roman. So, his eyes flickered toward the hall near the back of his house that would lead to his bedroom.
"The bedroom," he managed, his eyes practically begging for Roman to lead them there without a fight. The implications embedded in the idea of retreating to the bedroom was deliciously daunting, and he found himself seeking Roman's face for a reaction.
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Post by starrea on Mar 25, 2020 18:34:47 GMT
Roman could feel the effect he had on Caspian, the way he responded to the kiss and the way he subconsciously reached forward for him. The space between them was suddenly too much and he needed to feel Caspian’s skin pressed up against his own but the chair proved to be too awkward to allow that desire to play out.
This time it was Caspian who broke the kiss and Roman let out a little growl of annoyance. He needed Caspian, he needed to feel his mouth, his hands, his skin, his heat. He didn’t pull away and leaned his forehead against Caspian’s, using the moment to catch his breath. Roman scheduled working out into his daily routine and he prides himself on his stamina but the sexual tension and passion between him and Caspian was literally leaving him breathless.
He followed Caspian’s eyes as they shifted down the hallway and then looked back at Caspian, seeing the silent plea for him to go without a fight. Caspian didn’t have to worry, Roman was done fighting whatever was going to happen between them. He wanted to experience and feel everything Caspian had to offer. He nodded, reluctantly pulling back and lacing his fingers with Caspian’s and pulled him up. He didn’t wait for Caspian to show him where the bedroom was, he just tugged the other man down the hallway and only hesitated when he realized he didn’t know which door to go through.
As they paused outside the bedroom, Roman realized that his nervousness had returned. He couldn’t help but be a little worried that he would disappoint Caspian. He looked at Caspian with the same pleading look that Caspian had given him moments before, “Tell me what you want,” He whispered breathlessly, anxious for any kind of direction at all. This was another new side of Roman, a side that was willing to try new things even with the possibility of failure. He hadn’t realized how much he trusted Caspian until he noticed that this was never something he would do with anyone else.
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Post by Val on Mar 26, 2020 2:34:21 GMT
Caspian felt anticipation practically consume him as Roman led the way down the hall without direction. Even the feel of their fingers laced together had him twitching with nervous excitement. As they paused outside of the bedroom door, Roman's quiet yet familiar command made him pause. Caspian looked at him and shook his head slowly. He couldn't voice what he wanted, but they could show each other.
He backed into the door, nudging it open with his shoulder, and pulled Roman inside. Kicking the door shut with a soft thump, he released Roman's hand and continued to back further into the room. The bedroom was surprisingly spacious and relatively empty, with a large bed covered in soft blankets and pillows dominating most of the space. The far wall had an extensive window that allowed moonlight to pour into the room, washing everything in a calming glow.
Caspian sat on the edge of the bed and kicked his boots off, his eyes never leaving Roman for more than a second. He then leaned back on his palms and waited eagerly for Roman to join him, "I want you to do what feels right," he finally responded, hoping Roman would take the advice and run with it. He had no real direction to give; he was jumping into new territory, too. All he knew was that he wanted Roman to drag him into the place of sweet, sweet oblivion. "I want you," he reiterated the statement that had set this night in motion, waiting for Roman to join him.
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Post by starrea on Mar 27, 2020 18:38:27 GMT
All of Roman’s confidence from before was suddenly gone and as Caspian pushed the door open and pulled him in, Roman felt anxiety brewing in the pit of his stomach. Before, they had just been fooling around on the couch but now they were moving to a bed and everyone knew what happened in beds. He paused to look around the room, appreciating the simplicity and spaciousness. By the time his eyes found Caspian again, he was already on the bed.
Roman’s feet moved forward on their own accord, taking him to the edge of the bed where Caspian was waiting. He felt the pressure build up as Caspian offered him no guidance and he almost backed off. The fear of not being good enough was suffocating and he didn’t move for a long second.
Roman forced himself to take a deep breath. He wanted this and he knew Caspian wanted this and they would just have to figure out how everything worked along the way. He tried to channel some of the confidence he had just minutes before and finally focused on Caspian’s one piece of advice. It took another second for him to decide on what he really wanted, what felt right, and he finally reached forward and his hands played with the hem of Caspian’s shirt.
“I want to see you, all of you. And I want you to see me.” He whispered, still too prudish to say anything remotely sexual out loud. Without waiting for a response, Roman pulled the shirt up and over Caspian’s head and tossed it to the ground. Normally, Roman would never discard clothes like that on the ground but he was too caught up in the moment to care. His shirt soon followed and he reached down to unbutton his jeans. His movements were slow and deliberate, eyes carefully watching Caspian to make sure that he was doing something right.
It took a surge of bravery for Roman to push his pants and boxers down all the way and step out of them. No one had ever seen him so exposed and felt his cheeks heat up from the embarrassment. He quickly climbed on the bed, far too nervous to stand there and have Caspian just stare at him. He played with the button on Caspian’s pants, eager for the other man to be just vulnerable as him. “Your turn.” He commanded, tugging impatiently at his pants.
Roman rarely experience intimacy of any kind and after Caspian had given him a taste of it, he wanted more. He wanted to feel the other man’s bare body pressed up against his, he wanted to feel the heat of his skin, he wanted to feel his rough calloused hands. He didn’t want whatever was going to happen to be done with clothes on. He wanted more than just the pleasure Caspian was about to bring him, he wanted the intimacy of being close to someone and he could only hope Caspian wanted that too.
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Post by Val on Mar 29, 2020 1:53:14 GMT
Caspian waited patiently, practically holding his breath as he watched Roman summon the courage to continue. They couldn't read each others minds, but he felt like he understood exactly what the other man was going through. When Roman finally spoke, the words provided him with the reassurance he needed. This was happening and, for once in his life, he felt like they were both on the same page.
He allowed his shirt to be removed before leaning back and beholding the sight of Roman as he stripped. The man was nothing short of glorious and Caspian's expression clearly revealed the state of euphoria that he was sinking into. He didn't care if Roman was nervous, he wanted to stare and he was going to stare.
As Roman shifted onto the bed, he immediately began gravitating toward him, only stopping in response to the quiet command. He exhaled and slipped off of the bed once more. He was more than ready to shed the remaining clothing that was keeping them apart. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed them down and kicked them off in one fluid motion. The anticipation had been growing in him long enough to subdue the nerves. And by now, he felt that he could trust Roman.
"I see you," he assured Roman quietly, resting one knee onto the edge of the bed. He leaned forward slowly, causing the mattress to dip as he reached out to hold the side of Roman's face in his hand, fingers lacing into his hair. He closed the distance between them, kissing him with a certain tenderness that felt different from the aggression they usually shared.
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