The Breadcrumb Redemption

Breadcrumb 5 :The Breadcrumb Redemption
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Challenger: Redjacket
Summary: Dave’s confusion over diary dates causes Sean to turn up unexpectedly. However, Sean was never one to shy away from a challenge WARNING: Bondage, sex toys ** Challenger: Redjacket**

Original challenge: Dave gets Karl all tied up and then can't undo the knots. Sean, as prearranged, comes over to go over lines with Dave. Dave proceeds to get Sean tangled into knots as well. Must include: a paddle, a box of tampons, a devious Dave, at least one dildo, an unusual (or improvised) sex toy (that isn't a bottle) and the line "Damnit, Dave! Not my pants!"

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There was a problem with the rope. Well, there were a number of problems, it had to be said, most of which involved the fact that the damn thing was refusing to release its hold on Karl. Dave had already spent five long minutes trying to unpick the knots, and by this time Karl was getting increasingly worried. Not only was he tied to a chair in a most interesting position, he was also stark bollock naked.

“ Dave,” he warned. Dave growled at him, fingers still trying to unpick.

” Yes, I know!” Frowning, Dave got back into action with the knots, a look of fierce concentration on his face, his fingers carefully working out the riddle of the rope. Karl growled again, and struggled briefly before a slap on his raised backside stopped this immediately.

“ Ow!”

“ Don’t give me ow. You’ve had worse,” Blue eyes frowned harder as he concentrated on the knot. Karl, who was bent over the seat of the chair, his wrists tethered to the legs of the chair with a long piece of rope, gave an annoyed sigh and glared at him.

” This is real romantic, Wenham,” he pointed out.

“ Yeah, well, I wasn’t really going for the whole romantic thing. Kinky, yes. Romance, no. Unless you want me to shove a rose up your-“

“ Enough already!” Karl resisted the urge to struggle again and simply looked sulky. “ Just get it undone!”

Dave grinned to himself and focused again. It was quite difficult to focus entirely, given that Karl’s bare buttocks were so close to his head, and even more difficult considering that said buttocks were a distinctly rosy colour. Dave’s eyes flickered to them in interest, resisting the urge to slide his hand across the enflamed skin to feel the heat rise from them. Karl had cried out so many times when those ‘injuries’ were being done to him, wriggled and struggled so much Dave had found relief in the fact that the bonds were nice and tight to avoid the man wriggling off entirely. However, that relief had been short lived. Far too short lived, but then Karl’s tolerance for bondage was quite limited anyway. In the words of an Alanis Morrissette song, he liked pain but only if it didn’t hurt too much.

“ Don’t even think about it,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Dave out of his little trance and getting him back into rope land. Dave busied his hands innocently.

“ Think about what?” he said innocently. Karl growled.

“ You know exactly what I’m talking about. The games are over, remember? I’ve got to be able to ride tomorrow,” Karl was so similar to a sulky ten year old. Dave grinned to himself again, his blue eyes moving automatically to Karl’s backside, before freezing at a particular sound.

Someone was at the door.

You had to be kidding.

Whatever panic Dave had was nowhere near the extent of panic that Karl suddenly went into. Karl’s head had jerked up at the noise, his whole body frozen to the spot as its owner tried to work out whether that was Dave or something else.

“ Who the fuck is that?!” hissed Karl.

“ Do I look psychic?!” hissed back Dave. “ I might be able to turn you to a lump of jelly, but my skills on seeing through walls needs work I’m afraid!”

Karl struggled in his bonds again. Dave slapped him again, harder.

“ You’re not helping and I’m sure you’ve just tightened one of them,” he scolded. Karl didn’t care.

“ So you’re not expecting anyone to come?” he hissed again towards him. Dave sighed.

“ The only person I was expecting to come was you, and you did. Twice, if I remember correctly, and both with noises as though I had killed you,” he said patiently. “ For god’s sake, it’s not as if I make appointments with anyone to come to my …,”

His voice trailed off as his eyes sought out the calendar that hung on the kitchen wall. No. He was sure the invitation was for next week, when the filming was due to start. Or was that *this* week? Which filming had he agreed upon?

Karl had not missed the fact that his partner was having quiet debates with himself, as though he was privy to other information.

“ What?” he asked, a little more shirtily than normal. Under any other circumstances Dave would have taken advantage of Karl's current position to take revenge on that particular tone, but his mind was too busy focusing to really pay attention. The door sounded again, a little louder. That person wasn’t going away. And why would he? If Dave was right, as far as Sean Bean knew they were supposed to be going through lines today.

“ It might be Sean,” Dave said awkwardly. Karl almost did himself an unintentional injury in jerking again.

” WHAT?” he hissed. “ What the hell is he doing here?”

“ Because I … kind of. invited him….,” David found his voice trailing off. Karl groaned and flopped in his bonds a little more.

“ I don’t believe you. I can’t believe you. *Get rid of him*,” Karl all but snarled. Dave resisted the urge to growl back at him, Karl’s buttocks suddenly becoming a lot more tempting in the whole beat-em-up section of the market.

“ This was not intentional, and it was hardly my suggestion to do a quick fuck-a-thon in the afternoon!” Dave got himself off his knees and glanced towards the door.

“ It was *your* suggestion to tie me to a fucking chair and do me in the kitchen!” countered Karl angrily.

” It’s wipe clean surfaces! You would know how important that was if you ever bothered to clear up!” Dave started to move towards the doorway. Karl gave a yelp of understanding which stopped Dave immediately, the noise sounding like the man was in pain. Karl glanced over his shoulder at him, obviously risking a few pulled muscles as a result. There was a look of panic in his eyes.

” Don’t let him in!”

“ I can’t keep him out there all day!” protested Dave.

” Yes you fucking well can!” Karl struggled in his bonds again as Dave walked towards the door. “ Please, Dave! You can’t just fucking well leave me here!”

Dave shook his head once, and carefully shut the door to the kitchen as he made his way to the door. Taking a deep breath and checking he had managed to put his clothes in a reasonable manner after the excitement, he carefully opened the door. Sean, who had been gazing lazily down the street, looked at him in surprise.

“ Ah, there you are. Beginning to think you’d forgotten me,” Sean smiled that slow, lazy, infectious smile of his. Dave found himself automatically grinning, and had to fight it down again.

“ Sorry. I was a little tied up,” he smiled apologetically. Sean shrugged as if to say it didn’t really matter, and glanced down the street again briefly.

“ Suppose we’d better get on with it then,” Sean raised a plastic bag full of goods. “ I bought some snacks, although some of it better go in your fridge,” Green eyes moved down Dave’s body in a brief assessment. At the frown, Dave had a sudden fear he had forgotten to fully zip up his flies.

“ What?”

“ You look a little … flushed. You okay, mate?” Sean frowned at him in a manner that suggested that suspicions were raised. Dave fought down the feelings of paranoia and forced himself to be calm. He smiled again.

” Been cleaning,” he explained. Sean raised an eyebrow, but shrugged in acceptance.

” Okay,” his eyes darted past Dave’s shoulder, then back again. “ You gonna let me in then?” he asked politely, a half grin on his face. Dave stepped back and carefully shut the door after the man had crossed over the threshold, plastic bag still in one hand. Sean glanced back at him.

“ I’ll just pop these in the fridge for you-“ he began when Dave cut him off entirely.

” NO! I mean, no, it’s okay, you go sit down,” Another casual smile was aimed at him. This time the raised eyebrow look a little longer to disappear, but finally it did so. Finally, Sean was sitting in the living room with no reason to go to the kitchen at all. Dave gave a sigh of relief and moved back to the kitchen, opening the door and all but sliding through it, placing the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter top.

” Cut me loose,” Karl instructed, then focused on the bag. “ What’s that?”

“ Nibbles,”

“ Nibbles? For fuck sake! How long is he planning to be here?” Karl struggled against the rope again. “ Come on, Dave!”

“ He’s here to go through some lines as agreed, and it could take hours. You know that. I can’t get him to say a few lines and then throw him out!” David opened the fridge and started to place the appropriate nibbles in their rightful spots.

“ You didn’t have to open the fucking door in the first place!” protested Karl. “ CUT ME LOOSE,”

“ I might cut you-“ David looked back at him cautiously.

” I’ll take the risk!” pleaded Karl. “ Come on! Take the knife and slice!”

“ I could easily get those knots undone if I had a minute-“

“ You don’t have a minute! Just cut it!” Karl struggled again, stilling again after a futile struggle. “ What the hell do you think he’s going to say if he sees me like this?”

Dave moved away from the fridge and paused. “ Probably nothing. He’d probably just stare at you and not say a word,” he said slowly. Karl snorted.

“ Bollocks, I know that bastard. He’d be taunting as soon as he took breath,” he said bitterly.

“ Thanks,” said Sean dryly behind him. Karl’s eyes fixed on Dave in front of him with a look that promised to kill him slowly over an open fire with matchsticks under his toenails. Finally Karl let out his breath slowly, and glanced over his shoulder. Sean was stood with his hand on the door, his eyes fixed on the red backside in front of him before raising them to look at Dave in amusement.

“ Tied up, eh?” he said softly. David flushed slightly, and moved to get a knife. Sean raised his hand.

“ Don’t stop because of me,” Sean sounded a little awkward. “ Honestly, I can go if you want. Obviously you’re busy,”

David paused, a knife in his hands. Karl looked at Dave a little harder than before, then focused on the floor which was technically in front of his nose. Of all the fucking inquisitive bastards it had to be Sean, didn’t it?

“ No, it’s okay,” Dave smiled gently at him. Sean looked a little uncertain, but smiled back. Karl, of course, had a distinct smile free expression.

“ *What*?” he hissed towards Dave, who promptly ignored him.

“ So what did he do?” Sean was obviously fascinated. Dave looked shifty and glanced at Karl who had the typical glare on his face, obviously not liking the fact that he was still in a very embarrassing position with no immediate route of escape. Sean grinned a little more. “ And what did *you* do to him to get him that colour?”

” A paddle,” Dave caught the sudden shocked expression on Sean’s face and smiled to himself. ” I take it you’ve never done this before?”

Sean shook his head, his eyes returning to Karl thoughtfully. “ I’m sure a couple of my wives have wanted to do it to me before now, though,” he admitted. “ And what, this is a punishment for something? Or is it… you know…?” There was an awkward look on Sean’s face.

“ If ‘y’know’ means sex, then yeah, it is,” Dave had decided not to pussyfoot about with this. Sean looked back at Karl, then glanced at the fully clothed Dave in interest.

“ Did I interrupt?” he asked.

“ No, I thought I’d stay like this all night,” came Karl’s protest. “ Of course you OW FUCKING HELL DAVID!”

David smiled at Sean whilst replacing the paddle. The look on Sean’s face was almost comical in its surprise. Wary green eyes looked back at Dave a little apologetically.

” I don’t think your partner likes me here,” Sean had unfolded his arms and was hovering by the door, his hand on the flat wood, his gaze still on Karl’s upturned rear as though his gaze couldn’t be pulled from it. “ I’ll go. Sorry,”

“ Wait a minute, Sean,” Dave ran his tongue over his bottom lip, thinking. He glanced towards Karl once, then back at Sean with an apologetic look on his face. “ Whilst you’re here, would you mind doing me a favour?”

The fascination was back on Sean’s face. “ Favour?” he echoed.

“ Favour?” repeated Karl suspiciously, and struggled again. “ Dave, for fuck’s sake, let me out of this before I really get cross,”

Dave ignored him happily and simply focused on Sean a little more, giving him a cheerful nothing-odd-to-see-here smile. Sean’s eyes flickered to Karl’s rear again, then back up again suspiciously.

” You want some shopping picked up or something?” Sean hazarded a guess. “The toilet unbunged? The hovering done?”

There was a look of surprise on Dave’s face. “ You’ve got one of your cast mates naked over a chair and you ask whether it’s to do with vacuum cleaning?” he asked slowly, and chuckled to himself. “ Well, you can if you want. Karl’s a lot of a slob when it comes to housework,”

“ Screw you, Wenham,” came Karl’s contribution to this. “ And let me *out*,”

Both of the others completely ignored his sulking and simply gazed at each other as though being long lost brothers brought together by a freak occurrence. Sean had to swallow before continuing, his mouth incredibly dry.

“ Then what?” he asked finally and softly. Dave smiled at him.

” Could you go into the bedroom and find a tie for me, please?” there was a look of calculation on Dave’s face. “ Actually, make that as many as you can find if possible. There’s a top drawer full of them,”

“ Ties?” echoed Sean.

” Ties,” confirmed Dave. There was a pause. Finally Sean shrugged and turned to disappear out the door.

“ You’re the boss,” he threw over his shoulder as he went. As soon as the kitchen door shut, Karl took this as a cue to start complaining.

“ What the fuck d’you think you’re doing, David?” he snapped. “ I didn’t agree to this!”

Dave crouched by Karl, his blue eyes scanning the flushed and agitated face of his lover idly before resting a kiss on Karl’s forehead, his hand stroking his shoulder gently. Karl subsided, still grumbling.

“ So what’s going on?”

“ Didn’t you say you wanted to explore new experiences?” Dave said softly. “ We’ve just had one of the men on your To Shag list saunter through the door and not immediately run off screaming, and you want to waste this opportunity? Does the thought of Sean being tied up and completely at your mercy not affect you in the slightest, love?”

Karl was silent, his eyes still grumbling but his tongue being sensible enough to belt up when there were important matters being discussed. His hands tugged again at the knots that bound him to the chair.

“ Am I getting out of this?” he asked suspiciously. Dave stroked his shoulder again, a smile on his lips.

“ You are. But only if I have someone to take your place, sweetheart. And we need to introduce him to it slowly,” There was a gleam in Dave’s eyes that made Karl hesitate.

“ You know, you scare me on occasion,” he said slowly. Dave grinned at him.

“ Good! Don’t want you getting complacent on me now do I?” Dave winked. “ And besides which, you owe me for that whole tampon situation,”

“ That was funny!” protested Karl. “ And Miranda wasn’t too mad,”

“ Not too mad? She threatened to shove sword hilts up me where sword hilts really shouldn’t venture!” Dave sighed. “ Just do this for me, please? You squirm so deliciously there’s no way he’s going to be able to resist, not with the looks he’s been giving you already,”

“ I wouldn’t know what sort of looks he’s been giving me,” said Karl in a pointed tone. “ I have, after all, been tied face down to a chair and have been looking the other way,” There was a pause. “ He’s interested, then?” His tone wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or suspicious. Dave nodded.

“ We’ll have him eating out of our hands in a matter of minutes,” he confirmed, then paused. “ You know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” he mused. “ New pet and all,”

“ And there was me thinking I was the most perverted out of our relationship,” said Karl dryly.

“ Well, you thought wrong didn’t you?” Dave seemed unconcerned about this. “ Anyway, shush. He’ll be back in a minute, and I don’t want to hear us plotting,”

“ He’s not stupid. He’s bound to be suspicious,” Karl pulled against the bonds of his chair again and sighed. “ You sure I can’t be let out of this? Not even if I begged?”

Dave grinned at him and kissed him on the forehead again. “ Have I told you how cute you are when you plead?” he said softly. Karl glared at him for a moment more, before Sean entered through the door again, a range of different coloured ties in alarming colours in his hands. The blonde looked doubtful as he passed the multi-coloured bundle to Dave. Dave raised an eyebrow in question.

“ You okay?”

Sean glanced at Karl again, then back again. Dave could see the doubt already entering the older man’s eyes. Too long to think about things, obviously. He smiled gently and plonked the ties on Karl’s back, choosing a silk red tie from the pile.

“ Sean, don’t worry. He’s a natural born complainer. Don’t take it to heart,” Dave said soothingly. Karl gave a snort of exasperation at this, and was about to reply when he suddenly found silk between his teeth as Dave deftly gagged him. Karl growled at this treatment but didn’t bother to try and speak. David picked up another tie and ran it through his fingers thoughtfully, as though testing the texture. Blue eyes flickered back onto Sean.

“ How much of a novice are you, Sean?” he asked softly. The blonde frowned and glanced back at Karl thoughtfully, avoiding the question. Dave made a thoughtful noise and made his way to the fridge, opening the ice box and rummaging. Karl stiffened in his position and watched him suspiciously. Dave leaned back with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream in one hand, opening the tub and giving a look inside. He frowned, a side glance to Karl.

“ I thought there was supposed to be over half a tub left?” he said accusingly. Karl looked shifty. Dave sighed, opening a drawer and obtaining a spoon. He smiled at Sean again. “ I need you to do me another favour, Sean,”

Sean raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Dave took the expression to be good and continued, moving towards Karl’s rear again where the blonde stood.

“ You see, I’ve been lax I’m afraid,” sorrowful blue eyes turned to him. “ Didn’t get everything I should have got, so we might have to improvise a little. Would that be okay?”

Sean’s eyebrow raised a little more. Finally he nodded slowly, the wariness still being one of the main elements of his expression. Dave smiled and poked the ice-cream with the spoon idly, scooping a little bit of ice-cream and waiting for it to melt slightly before allowing it to slip off the spoon back into the little tub. Dave was aware of Sean’s eyes on the ice-cream and smiled to himself.

“ You happy to do me a favour?” Dave asked again, wanting to hear the answer. Sean finally found his voice.

“ What sort of favour did you want me to do?” he asked, and his voice was definitely ragged. Dave stirred the ice-cream in the tub again, and smiled back at him, moving the spoon out of the tub and watching the ice-cream as though it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. Blue eyes slid back to green, before Dave lazily shifted his attention back towards Karl.

There was suddenly a muffled yell as cold ice-cream dribbled onto his raised heated rear, Karl struggling briefly against the bonds. Dave looked back at Sean who was watching him in cautious fascination.

“ I ran out of lube,” Dave said apologetically. “ And cooling cream. And the poor boy does need to be cooled down, don’t you think? If you could just lick off the ice-cream, that would be great,”

Sean looked from Dave to the rapidly melting ice-cream which had trickled into the small of Karl’s back. There was still the faintest sounds of cursing from Karl at this treatment. After a moment, Sean moved forwards, dropping gracefully to his knees beside Karl and leaning over him. Another moment passed before a hesitant tongue applied itself to Karl’s back, lapping the ice-cream as though a cat with milk. Dave could see Karl shiver at this, and smiled to himself. Sean licked all traces of the ice-cream clean, and leant back again, waiting. Dave dribbled some more on, grinning at Karl’s curse at the sudden hit of cold on hot skin, dribbling it more on Karl’s buttocks. Sean moved back to work, his tongue lazily chasing all signs of the ice-cream away from Karl, covering a much wider area than the ice-cream would have managed to reach. Dave was briefly reminded of an adult male lion calmly grooming an inquisitive cub with long licks of his tongue.

This was going to be easy.

There were several further goes on this. Unfortunately, this particular brand of ice-cream had the large chocolate chunks imbedded in it and occasionally these meant that there was a brief pause of chewing from Sean. On the speed that Sean sought out the chunks, apparently these were the favoured parts of the ice-cream. Karl was quivering under Sean’s gentle touch, soft moaning whenever Sean started to lick more ticklish areas, occasionally pulling against his bonds.

Finally, Dave selected a large spoonful of ice-cream and carefully dropped it just at the top of the cleft, the ice-cream slowly trickling down. Karl, of course, reacted as though he had been branded with a hot iron and jerked against his bonds, another muffled curse that sounded extremely rude finding life. Dave looked back at Sean who had stopped and was giving him an querying look that definitely had nervous tinges to it. The few moments allowed the ice-cream to melt even more, the sticky cream sliding down the cleft of Karl’s buttocks. Should Sean not wish to do this they were probably looking at a quick clean up anyway.

However, Sean finally moved, his cautious tongue licking the top of the cleft clean before his hands moved to place themselves on either side of Karl’s buttocks. There was a pause, before he finally opened Karl up a little more, his tongue chasing the trails of ice-cream at first with hesitation, then a growing confidence. And Karl was definitely moaning now, his hips shifting in invitation, a muffled noise of satisfaction increasing in the kitchen. His eyes had already drifted shut.

Licking his lips, Sean moved back again, waiting. Dave indicated that his hands should stay where they were, and carefully applied ice-cream to the centre of Karl’s current universe. And this time the noise was definitely a shriek as coldness touched the sensitive areas of Karl’s entrance, the ice-cream already melting. Dave was aware of those green eyes watching him again before Sean’s head dipped. Karl gargled something, his head arching up as Sean’s tongue flickered over his entrance, eyes suddenly wide. Sean occasionally dragged his tongue even further downwards, licking cream from Karl’s balls before moving back up to torment him further.

“ Make sure he’s good and wet,” advised Dave from behind him. Sean paused and moved slightly, his breath no doubt hot on Karl’s skin as he spoke.

“ You’ve already fucked him once, haven’t you?” he asked slowly, although with no real anger. Dave grinned.

“ I told you you weren’t interrupting anything,” he pointed out. “ Sorry, I should have said,”

Sean gave a snort of amusement. “ What, please could you lick out Karl and by the way my come is still inside him?” he asked dryly. Dave shrugged.

“ Probably something a little more poetic,” he said, moving back to the fridge. Karl watched him suspiciously before his attention returned to the sensations of Sean slowly teasing him, his eyes slowly closing, little whimpers escaping from his lips. There were sounds of rummaging in the fridge, before Dave moved back. Sean glanced at him briefly, before having to do a double take. He frowned.

“ Please tell me you’re planning to eat that?” he queried doubtfully. Dave smiled back at him and tossed him the carrot. Sean caught it automatically, gave it another look in disbelief, and glanced back at him. Dave winked.

“ Fresh vegetables are good for you, you know that,” he remarked. Karl opened his eyes and tried to glance behind him but Dave’s hand was already on his chin, keeping his head immobile. Dave crouched in order to kiss him on the forehead fondly, before glancing back at Sean who wasn’t moving.

” Sean?”

“ I…. uh….,” the poor man was flushed with something approaching embarrassment, which was a little odd considering where he had just placed his tongue. Dave raised an eyebrow, waiting. Finally, Sean sighed, shrugged and put his hand back on Karl’s backside, keeping him steady. Karl took on a distinctly unfocused expression in his eyes as carrot was slowly inserted, another muffed groan escaping.

“ I’m sure that healthy vegetable thing applied to the other end,” murmured Sean, but his eyes were fixed on Karl, his hand slowly moving the makeshift toy in and out of the man’s body, feeling him tense under his hand. Dave grinned and slowly unbuckled his belt, before moving his hands to the makeshift gag. As soon as tie was released, Karl groaned aloud.

“ Fucking hell Dave, you never told me that you were shopping with that sort of thing in mind,” he groaned. Dave shrugged, stripping swiftly, suddenly aware of Sean’s eyes on him from the other end of the chair. Karl groaned again as the carrot was pushed in a little faster than before, and was trying to lick Dave’s length before the man had even managed to pull off the last of the brown socks. Dave cuffed him lightly.

“ Patience!”

However, Karl was not in the mood for patience. Dave’s voice suddenly found a roadblock in the way as warm mouth surrounded his flesh, his body deciding that one orgasm was clearly not enough. Karl moaned around Dave’s arousal, vibrating, causing the Australian to arch his back and gasp himself. Sean was torn between watching Karl’s body accept the orange dildo – a truly organic experience – and the activities up front. His cock throbbed in accompaniment, Karl’s rear almost screaming out to be taken-

Sean gritted his teeth and continued, more flushed than ever. His hand crept between Karl’s legs, touching, almost causing Dave to suddenly encounter teeth as Karl yelped and moved, forgetting the sensitive flesh that he was covering.

” Sean!!” Dave’s calm sweet innocent voice was definitely AWOL. Sean stopped guiltily, looking up at them.

“ Don’t fucking well stop!” pleaded Karl, taking a breather. Sean’s hand twitched almost of its own accord, Karl groaning loudly again as sensations flooded through him. Dave’s eyes narrowed slightly, then the Australian sighed wearily.

” You two are just going to do whatever you feel like, aren’t you?” he commented. “ Fine,”

He withdrew himself from Karl’s mouth and moved back, Karl shocked enough to stare after him. Dave was more than aware of Sean’s worried and guilty expression on him, obviously concerned that he had done something wrong. Despite his actions the inexperience and innocence still shone clearly from Sean’s eyes. Dave felt any annoyance he held for their mischievousness melt away in the face of the two worried expressions, but of course you couldn’t say that to them. It would just encourage them further, and Dave knew damn well that should either of them wish to object they had enough muscle to give him a huge headache when it came to insisting.

“ Dave?” Karl sounded unsteady. Dave kept his expression neutral and simply looked at Sean.

” Untie him,” he said mildly. “ Thanks, Sean,”

Sean looked confused, and ran his hand on Karl’s backside before turning his attention slowly to the knots that bound Karl to the chair. Dave watched him for a few moments before smiling to himself.

” You might want to get a knife or some scissors,” he suggested. “ I’m afraid my knots aren’t user friendly,”

“ Dave-“ Karl called out but the kitchen door shutting soon stopped Dave hearing the rest of it as he made his way to the bedroom. By the time he had returned, Sean had been scissor happy and efficient, and was cutting the last of the bindings off Karl’s left ankle. Karl finally pushed himself up and looked back at Dave with an expression that suggested he was expecting some harsh punishment to come heavily down on his shoulders. Dave doubted that even a kicked puppy would have quite a sorrowful expression on its face.

The bag he had been carrying was placed carefully onto the kitchen counter. Sean’s eyes landed on it in curiosity. A look of brief confusion crossed Karl’s face before a slow grin started to emerge. Dave narrowed his eyes at him to keep the younger man quiet, but regardless of what filthy look David gave him Karl was still decorated by that lazy grin that spoke of naughtiness. It was extremely frustrating.

Sean was suddenly aware that two pairs of eyes rested on him.

“ What?” he asked slowly.

” Looking over dressed there, Sean,” commented Karl from his side. Sean glanced at him in brief confusion, before comprehension drifted over his face. Within a few minutes Sean was as naked as Karl, although certainly not looking as comfortable with his nudity.

Karl exchanged glances with Dave, and looked back at Sean hungrily. The blonde looked back at him cautiously, his obvious arousal having small print. Dave smiled to himself and crossed the few paces between them, laying his hand on Sean’s shoulder. The older man almost jumped in shock before staring back at him doubtfully.

“ Want to play, Sean?” Dave said softly.

“ Depends what we’re playing,” Sean’s voice was wary enough for Dave to decide to take it slowly. However, Karl had no such compunction. Pressing against the blonde he moved his hands over the smooth skin of the Brit, cupping his buttocks before moving to Sean’s groin and straining erection. Sean groaned helplessly and almost pushed away when Karl caught hold of his arm and pulled him closer again, his words low and deep in Sean’s ear.

“ You want to try the chair, Sean?” It wasn’t strictly threatening, although it certainly wasn’t a family picnic either. It was a tone that promised, tempted, like the devil in the desert.

“ That makes it sound like you want to electrocute me,” pointed out Sean, but his words were strained. Karl gave a deep throated chuckle and pushed him gently towards it. Sean stumbled backwards, and glanced towards the chair as though it was some strange and exotic animal which had wandered into the kitchen. Giving Karl a particular look for rushing him, Dave moved again, pulling Sean into a gentle but deep kiss, his hand sliding over hip to reach Sean’s backside, the fingers dipping gently into the cleft. He felt Sean shudder against him as he broke off the kiss and looked at him.

“ You want to try?” Dave’s voice was deliberately light, undemanding, forcing down his own desires with determination. Sean looked at him, then looked at Karl who was watching with a hooded expression, his body already trembling with anticipation. The blonde looked back cautiously.

“ How badly will this hurt?” he asked warily. Dave resisted the urge to sigh to himself. Another lover who stayed on the fluffy side of rough. Well, he couldn’t expect them all to have his own opinions on the matter, and he had already scared the living daylights out of Karl when Dave was on the receiving end and gone a Little Too Far as far as Karl was concerned. The man hadn’t been able to stop apologising for at least a week afterwards.

“ It’ll burn, but nothing agonising,” Dave smiled at him. “ And you can stop at any time,”

Sean raised an eyebrow. “ How can you tell I want to stop if I’m gagged?” he asked suspiciously. Dave opened his mouth to comment, then shut it again, looking at Karl. He didn’t know. They’d never got that far.

“ Hum jingle bells,” suggested Karl after a moment’s pause.

” It’s not Christmas,” pointed out Sean.

” Oh, I’m sorry, do you need it to be Christmas to be able to hum jingle bells in erotic situations?” Karl gave him a sarcastic look. Dave snapped his fingers between the two men’s glares.

“ Boys! Behave,” he instructed. “ You doing this, Sean? Because I really don’t want to go to the set tomorrow and getting accused of abusing Boromir. Eomer, fine, he deserves it being the little slut that he is, but not Boromir,”

“ Thanks,” Karl folded his arms and sulked briefly. Sean grinned and glanced at the chair again.

“ You two ever consider using a bed?” he queried. “ Just an idea, you know. Call me old fashioned,”

“ I’ll call you bruised and aching in a minute, Sean,” Dave raised an eyebrow. “ Get on with it or not at all,”

There was a pause again. Dave watched with his heart in his throat and his pulse in his groin as Sean finally moved towards the chair and looked back at them briefly.

Dave picked up the ties which had fallen to the floor and moved forwards, clutching them in his hands. Karl was watching suspiciously.

“ You better not tie them so tight we can’t get them undone. Those are *my* ties,”

“ In which case you have no taste,” came Sean’s contribution. Karl gave him an incredulous look.

“ Look, mate, just a tip. If you’re about to lie over a chair ready to get beaten, don’t start insulting the beater’s choice of clothes, okay?” Karl looked back in time to see Dave seize hold of his trousers which had been abandoned on the floor and give them an assessment to see whether they were long enough to tie Sean’s legs to the chair. “"Damnit, Dave! Not my pants!" he groaned.

“ Shut up and fetch the bag,” Dave was busy. Karl muttered about bossy Gondorians under his breath and fetched the bag, a suspicious look entering his gaze as he took on board the weight.

“ Fucking hell, what d’you have in this thing?” There was a jangle as Karl shook it gently. Dave had paused in his movements and was simply looking at Karl’s trousers in assessment. He glanced towards him.

“ Karl, you’re not assisting the mood here. Give me the bag and shut up,” Dave took in Sean’s all but petrified expression and paused. Perhaps not. If Sean was going to want to come back, perhaps a little warm up was in order before he found the delights of wipe clean surfaces. Besides which the kitchen was becoming more than a little cold.

Dave shook his head. “ Change of plan,” he said briskly.

“ What?” Karl looked startled and more than a little disappointed. “ what d’you mean, change of plan? He’s almost there!”

“ Bedroom,” Dave replied shortly, as though he had been limited in how many words he was able to use today. Karl exchanged glances with Sean, and hazel eyes watched suspiciously as Dave wandered towards the kitchen door.

“ What d’you mean, bedroom?” his voice suggested that Karl expected traps worthy of Indiana Jones to suddenly spring at them. Dave sighed heavily.

“ Bedroom. The place with the bed in it,” he replied patiently. Karl bristled slightly.

“ Yes, thank you, I got that bit,” he growled. “ What, you want to relocate?”

“ Sounds good to me,” Sean suddenly worked out the benefits of this and was moving towards the door. “ I could do with some pillows in my life,”

” Hey, *I* never got pillows!” protested Karl sulkily.

“ Well, you don’t bruise as easily,” Dave sounded matter of fact, as though they were discussing what colour to paint the walls. Karl stared at him then glanced at Sean in assessment.

“ He doesn’t look delicate,” he pointed out.

” Looks can be deceiving. Soft as a marshmallow he is,” Dave pushed the door open with his foot and looked back at them with growing impatience. Any more of this and the whip was going to make an earlier than scheduled appearance, not that he’d probably use it. If Sean’s eyes got any wider he’d be doing himself an injury and Karl had never been a fan of the leather whip, mostly because it meant he couldn’t get his way.

Meanwhile, Sean was too busy being insulted by the whole marshmallow thing.

“ Hey!” Sean stared back at him. “ I’m hardly going to break, am I!”

Dave simply smiled back at him and slid his eyes towards Karl, who equally had a satisfied smirk on his face. Sean paused and narrowed his eyes.

“ You’re planning to break me?” he asked suspiciously.

“ Of course not. More… bend,” Dave kicked open the door a little wider and trotted through it without bothering to see if they would follow. Sean looked back at Karl suspiciously, then finally walked after him. Karl brought up the rear.

After all, why change a habit of a lifetime.

*

Five minutes later and it was all Dave could do just to keep from Karl jumping on the golden figure who was tied spread-eagled to the bed. It hadn’t taken long to persuade Sean to get into this position. It hadn’t taken long at all, and in all fairness that was more disturbing than anything that Dave had planned. Dave subscribed to the Pessimistic Approach to First Time Sex, in that his own list on what was likely to go wrong was normally three times as long as everyone else’s. You were prepared, and should everything go to plan, you were pleasantly surprised.

Karl was so close to being tied up himself. The damn man just wouldn’t stay still, and wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. Having given up on the jingle bells idea, it was Sean’s eyes that had received the blessing of the tie but having done this Karl was loathed to leave the golden skin alone. His hand continually stroked him as though a young girl with a pony.

“ Karl,” Dave warned him for the fifth time that minute. Karl’s hand stilled, a guilty expression being aimed at him, before eager eyes turned back to Sean. Dave sighed. It was tough being the sensible one.

“ You two going to do this?” Sean said finally. Apparently the impatience fairy had visited more than just Karl. Sean’s voice had trembled slightly, but it didn’t fail to emphasis exactly how much force was behind his words. Dave rolled his eyes and moved to the bag that Karl had remembered to pick up before leaving. Karl’s eyes automatically turned towards him, honed from months of practise at the sound of that particular bag opening. Hazel eyes were curious on him.

“ Catch,” Dave threw him some of the new lube that they had recently bought from one of the many websites out there. Karl caught it and glanced at it.

“ Strawberry?” he asked slowly and with a grin that was slowly threatening to take possession of his face. Dave’s eyes flickered to Sean and then back again.

“ Seemed appropriate,” he remarked.

” What? Why?” Karl looked baffled. Dave smiled.

“ You’ll find out,” he said with a grin of his own. “ Unless the damn thing *doesn’t* smell of strawberries, and then by that time you’ll probably have something else to occupy yourself. *PUT YOUR HAND BACK, URBAN*,”

Karl grudgingly moved his hand away, a little scowl marring his features.

“ This goes on my timetable, not yours. Next time I see you flaunt rules I *will* be connecting leather to skin. Understand?” Dave’s voice was mild but there was no element of hesitation. Karl grumbled to himself and nodded sullenly. A pleasant and kind smile broke out on Dave’s expression. “ Good boy! Now, fingers,”

Dave could see Sean’s head turn a little at this instruction before there was a gasp of air as the requested fingers – plus probably cold strawberry lube – suddenly applied themselves to Sean’s rear. Karl had to place his hand on the small of Sean’s back to stop him immediately trying to break the restraints. Dave sighed a little to himself. Karl’s enthusiasm was appealing, but probably only to those people who wanted their partner to have go faster stripes seemingly tattooed on their arse.

Leaving Karl to warm the older man up, Dave allowed his hands to explore the bag lazily, feeling random textures cross his palm in a tickling manner. Leather, smooth plastic, the occasional piece of fur. It was a junk box of sex toys, that’s what it was, built up by years of selection and the occasional drunk purchase on e-bay.

Speaking of e-bay…

Dave’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, a smile creeping to his lips. No. He couldn’t. Well, that was inaccurate; he certainly *could*, but whether he should was another matter. You just didn’t do the exploration with the nervous and the inexperienced, regardless of how much education it would be for everyone. You shouldn’t.

Should you?

A groan from Sean brought Dave back from his little internal discussions to discover that Sean was having an internal discussion of his own. Even from here David could see the man’s trembling, Karl already progressed to a sly finger that slowly breached Sean’s body with firm, slow movements. Sean groaned again as Karl withdrew his finger almost the entirety of the way before starting to circle it, an amused grin on Karl’s face to show exactly how much fun he was having tormenting Sean. And Dave knew from experience how long Karl found amusement in that.

Dave’s hand closed on a new addition to the bag, a smooth black latex anal plug that he couldn’t remember ever ordering. However, it had landed on his doormat and that was the main thing, as well as one of the most alarming anal plug he had seen in a while, which had a long black pony tail attached to the rear. If ever he wished to literally ride Karl around the room, that was obviously going to be a must.

Karl had reached the two fingers stage, smearing on more of the lube and slowly pushing with both fingers into Sean’s body. The man tensed underneath him, Sean’s forehead resting on the bed, his hands fisted in the bedding, but he made no further sound. In fact, Dave was pretty damn certain the man had actually stopped breathing in his tension. Crossing the room, he startled Karl by giving the blonde a hard slap on the right buttock. Sean yelped in shock, letting his breath out as he did so.

“ I don’t want to see you holding your breath again,” Dave gave the brisk instruction, and twirled the anal toy in his hand. Karl’s eyes lit up.

“ About time that showed up!” he said cheerfully, his smile faltering as Dave frowned towards him.

“ What d’you mean, about time?” he asked slowly. “ I thought this would be the first time you would have seen it, considering I’ve been hiding it away since it arrived.”

“ Yeah, well,” Karl busied himself with Sean. Dave raised an eyebrow.

” Yeah, well?” he echoed. “ Karl, have you been rooting through my stuff again?”

“ Of course not,” Karl seemed determined to get something to draw the conversation away from said topic. Sean gasped in discomfort as three fingers suddenly breached him sharply, making the blonde twist slightly to escape the uncomfortable feeling.

“ If you haven’t been rooting, then how did you know it had been ordered?” queried Dave lightly. “ Hell, *I* didn’t even know it had been ordered until…,” There was a long, long pause. Karl hunched his shoulders a little more and continued to turn Sean into a little ball of tension, his fingers beginning to corkscrew inside him. Sean moaned something, obviously not caring about the conversation outside, and his hands clenched in the bedding again.

“ I didn’t think you’d mind,” Karl finally broke their conversation silence.

“ You borrow my account and my card to buy sex toys on the internet without asking, and you didn’t think I would mind?” Dave’s voice got even more polite as he went on. “ I see!”

“ So that means you’ve also got the –“

“ Yes,”

“ And the –“

“ Most probably,”

“ Oh,” Karl’s shoulders hunched a little more. “ I thought it’d be fun. You were really drunk and so was I and the card was just there and you said you wanted a little more experimentation and-“ Karl paused for breath. “ fucking hell, Dave, you want to say something rather than eyeball me?”

“ Hmmm,” Dave moved forward and moved Karl’s hand away from Sean gently. The blonde mewed something which presumably was a protest, before he tensed again at the hand on his backside. The toy, now suffocating in lubrication, was carefully placed against Sean’s entrance. At the feel of an obviously inorganic item against him, Sean stiffened further.

” What the hell is that?” he asked slowly, his voice raw from panting and not speaking. Dave didn’t bother to answer, simply pushing the toy in slightly to be able to penetrate the first few millimetres of Sean’s body. Sean shivered and pushed up with his hips, the novice learning fast. Dave didn’t allow him to speed things up, just as he didn’t allow Karl to make eye contact with him. Blue eyes were fixed on Sean in concentration, ignoring the Kiwi’s baleful looks.

“ You want to make it up to me, Karl,” Dave said pleasantly. “ You can put on those fishnet stockings over there,”

There was a pause.

“ What?” Karl said slowly.

” What?” Sean panted, amusement creeping into his voice.

“ I think you heard me,” Dave pushed the toy into Sean a little more, watching in fascination how Sean’s body tried to resist then gradually, reluctantly allowing the plastic entrance. Sean hissed through his teeth as he was stretched even wider, sweat beads forming on his back. Karl still hadn’t moved, staring back at them as though Dave had managed to turn into a giant chicken when he hadn’t been looking.

“ But I don’t do that sort of thing,” Karl protested weakly.

“ You do now,”

” But Dave-“ there was a definite whine to Karl’s voice. Dave paused with the toy and finally looked back at him. Karl’s sulky expression took a distinctly wary expression at the sight of the annoyance in Dave’s eyes.

” But Dave what?” David’s voice was clipped. Karl looked back at him silently for a few moments, then sighed and glanced grudgingly at the stockings as though they were the sole culprit for his current misery. Dave smiled to himself. “ Good boy,”

The toy was inserted further, Sean’s body having finally surrendered to the inevitable and allowed the passage to become smoother. Soon it was nestled fully inside the blonde, Sean shifting his hips trying to get used to the sensation.

Dave patted his backside, then glanced towards Karl who had rolled one of the self-hold stocking onto a leg and was looking at it with a mixture of outrage and curiosity. He suddenly worked out he was being studied and a scowl was inserted in its place.

“ I said I was sorry!”

“ Actually, I don’t think you did,” mused Dave. “ But it wouldn’t have made any difference. Get on with it. It’s not going to kill you. I, however…,” he smiled pleasantly. Karl scowled and muttered and fumbled and cursed and adjusted. The black look in his eyes matched nicely. Dave ran his eye down Karl’s hard body in appreciation and smiled at him.

“ Suits you,” he commented.

” Fuck you,”

“ Probably not, but I always like for you to have some optimism in your life,” Dave glanced back at Sean, naked, trembling and sweaty on the bed and felt the familiar throb of lust in his groin. He looked back with difficulty and smiled even sweeter at Karl.

” Pass me that love heart thing, will you?” he asked, as though nothing more taxing than requesting a cup of tea. Karl blinked at him, and looked at the heart shaped paddle which had managed to end up in the bag but never used, not least because of the little shock of purple fur in the middle of the paddle. It was far too soft for Dave’s tastes, and Karl preferred something a little less blatantly obvious.

Karl passed the paddle, his eyes a query.

“ You’re not *actually* going to…?” he began to say when a swish, a smack and a yelp answered his question. Karl shrugged.

“ Fucking hell!” Sean hadn’t been expecting it, having been too involved with the toy already on his person. As the paddle struck the lower rise of his buttocks, carefully avoiding the anal plug, he leapt the distance the restraints would allow, tugging hard on Karl’s selection of ties. “ You bastards-!“

Another crack stopped this particular statement in its tracks, which was just as well. Sean growled inwardly and kept anything else inside, his breathing already progressed to panting. Dave turned his eyes to Karl who was waiting for him with an aloof air which almost hid the eager excitement in his eyes. Almost, anyway. Dave twisted the toy slightly, and heard a ragged groan from Sean who shifted his hips once again, his eyes moving back to Karl who had completely forgotten about the whole fishnet tights problem.

Karl apparently came to a decision and moved forwards, Dave’s eyes drawn from the incredibly appealing sight of Karl’s long legs encased in stockings as the younger man stood so close to him that they were almost touching. Dave could feel Karl’s breath on his skin, almost feel the heat radiating off his body, and looked innocently at him.

“ Did you want something?” he asked softly.

“ Please, Dave,” Karl’s voice was low and husky, and now Dave felt strong hands smooth across his hips, gently touching him, sending electrical crackles through his body. Dave shivered and stared back into the deep, dark, hazel eyes that were looking at him with such a level of intense longing that it was hard to imagine how Karl was managing to stand upright.

“ You want to take him?” Dave’s voice dropped lower, as though they were sharing a secret. By the flicker in Karl’s eyes, apparently he didn’t mind who he took as long as he was taking *someone*. Dave smiled softly to himself, and looked back at Sean. “ You going to be gentle?”

Karl raised an eyebrow. Dave snorted laughter to himself and gently slapped him.

” I told you, don’t abuse my older brother,” he murmured. “ Too much, anyway. Go on,”

“ You mean..?” Karl looked back at him with shining eyes. Dave nodded slightly, had a sudden passionate kiss thrust upon him with intensity, and grinned after him as Karl turned back to the bed like a panther stalking its prey. Oh well. The paddling could certainly last until the next time, and it wasn’t as though Sean was getting away without a taster of what could happen. And then, of course, he could decide how far he wished to go, or indeed inflict …

Dave shivered at this image and tried to focus. Karl had already managed to free Sean from the toy’s hold and was kissing down his spine, Sean twitching underneath him, gasping that was just slightly away from being classified as a moan. At Karl’s tongue touching his intimate areas, there was no mistaking the welcoming moan that seemed to echo within the room as though they were about to fuck in a cavern rather than Dave’s master bedroom.

“ Come on, get on with it!” growled Sean, shifted on the bed uncomfortably. Dave recognised the actions of a man desperate to feel friction against his cock, and grinned again. He doubted whether Sean even fully understood what he was pleading for, like a young cat coming into heat for the first time, but hell, that wasn’t going to stop Karl. The younger man had already positioned himself on the bed beside him, his tongue being replaced by the head of his slicked erection. Karl glanced once back at Dave as though to check that the orders hadn’t changed in the meantime, before slowly sliding into the waiting body. Dave could see the tension in Karl’s body to check that he was sliding in gradually, just as he could see the sudden arch of Sean’s back as the blonde suddenly encountered exactly what 'getting on with it' entailed. There was a mixture of emotions in that groan, desperation being one of them. But at least Sean didn’t scream for him to stop, which was just as well. Dave doubted whether he would have been able to stop Karl with even a knife at his throat.

He had to move forward; Karl’s backside, nice as it was, just wasn’t allowing him the full enjoyment of finally seeing the proud and sensitive Brit crumble under Karl’s touch, just as it wasn’t giving him the opportunity to fully appreciate the look that crossed Karl’s face as he allowed his base desires to take over. Ordinarily Dave’s attention was normally fixed on something else at the time.

Karl’s ties were not having fun during this; Sean had already yanked them several times, and there was one that was actually fraying at the edges through misuse. On the basis that the damn thing was bright red, Dave really didn’t have much of a problem with this. Sean jumped again as Dave gently touched the relevant wrist and looked directly at him as though Sean could actually see through the tie that still covered his eyes. Dave grinned and carefully removed the blindfold, Sean squinting into the bright light at him, panting hard, sweat running into his eyes and making them blink all the more.

“ Stings a *bit*?” he hissed, and there was no mistaking the discomfort in his eyes. Sean shifted his hips again, Karl’s body over his own, Karl’s arm all but wrapped around Sean’s body holding them both still. Dave knew damn well that wouldn’t last, but at least Karl was trying. After the second thrust, he would be gone with the lust entirely.

“ Don’t tell me you want to back out, love?” murmured Dave, running his fingers over Sean’s cheek, noting the green eyes darken slightly. Sean captured one of the questing fingers in his mouth and suckled it slowly, his eyes meeting Dave’s in almost a challenge. Dave shivered, feeling Sean’s tongue flicker over the top of his finger, any smile wiped off to be replaced with a scared longing. However, that was the point where Karl’s willpower finally ran out, and Sean had more to think about than where he put his tongue. He almost bit Dave’s finger as the first thrust slammed back into him, a pained squeak emerging where challenge had once dwelt.

Karl slowed again, partly due to Dave’s immediate glare in his direction, and looked faintly embarrassed. Sean groaned weakly as Karl moved again in him, the Brit moving his forehead to rest on the bed. His hips, however, pushed back on Karl in demand. Dave ran his fingers through Sean’s short hair and moved closer to him, feeling the man shiver under his touch and giving a soft moan.

Sean’s hips moved back against Karl again, a look of frustration crossing the younger man’s face as he tried to cling on to the ability of resisting Sean’s demands.

” Come on, Karl!” the throaty, rasping words were all Karl needed to throw caution to the winds. Dave moved slightly as the Kiwi began again in earnest, panting almost in rhythm to his thrusts, said thrusts getting faster and harder at each move. Apart from another pained gasp at the start, Sean immediately took up the challenge, the groans turning into moaning, whimpers and more than the occasional curse that was often extremely graphic.

Not that it seemed to worry Karl, however. His hands were tight on Sean’s body, his nails digging in to golden skin, his face a mask of concentration. Sean growled again, breaking off in a gasp as Karl thrust hard into him with such power that the entire bed shifted and creaked alarmingly. Dave slid off the bed and watched the hypnotic act with something that almost resembled a daze. The noises that were coming from Sean were no longer of the threatened puppy; Dave had a sneaking suspicion if Sean’s hands were free he would be attempting to re-grasp control back from Karl. However, Sean’s hands were going to remain tied for certainly the foreseeable future.

Karl slammed into Sean again with a gasp that suggested that the man was in pain. Sean responded with a groan and a further curse, his hips shifting with the younger man, his bonds even more abused as Sean desperately tried to find some type of give with it. It really wasn’t happening. Dave’s knots were renowned for their staying ability, even if they did often require some drastic routes to get them untied again.

“ Fuck,” groaned Karl, thrusting once, twice and a third time before shuddered against the blonde with a moan that obviously came from his boots. Panting, the younger man rested against Sean’s body for a few moments, re-gathering his thoughts, before he carefully withdrew and slid to the side, giving Sean a cheerful slap on the rear whilst he did it.

Sean, funnily enough, was not impressed. Panting, flushed and still desperate for release, he tried to glare at Karl and then searched for Dave.

“ Dave, please!” Sean appealed to him directly, green eyes blazing. Dave watched him for a few moments, before glancing at Karl who had the sleepiest, most satisfied expression on his face not found on a cat who had discovered the key to the cream factory.

” Untie his feet,” he instructed. Karl nodded his understanding of this and moved to Sean’s feet.

There was a few moments of fiddling.

“ Uh, Dave?” Karl’s voice was cautious. “ You want to have a try on that one?”

Dave smiled sweetly at Sean’s frozen expression at him, and moved swiftly to Sean’s left ankle. The knot certainly was an impressive boundary between Sean and freedom. A little too well, in fact. Dave growled in frustration and looked at Karl who was watching him with the stony expression of a man who feels the impending doom of his ties approaching.

“ And *your* ties couldn’t have been used?” he protested. “ I knew this would happen!”

“ And your ability to see into the future didn’t suggest to you that buying restraints might be a better buy than that pony-tail plug of yours?” Dave felt the frustration gnaw away at him. God, get this man untied, on his back and fully impaled, otherwise he was going to explode. Although at least Karl wouldn’t be thinking quite so hard about his ties. “ I’ll buy you some new ones,”

“ I liked the old ones!”

“ Tough!” Sean snapped back. “ Get the fucking things off me!” He kicked back with his foot, failing to rip the tie away from the bedpost but almost succeeding in hitting Dave in the face with his foot.

“ Do that again and the ties will be the least of your problems,” Dave was not impressed. Sean subsided, muttering to himself. At the production of the scissors, which for some reason had been placed in the bag again, Karl slowly closed his eyes.

“ You owe me,” he said pointedly.

” Your newly bought sex toys, remember?” Dave carefully snipped the tie away from Sean’s left ankle and passed them to Karl, who focused on the right. Sean was not impressed again when he was flipped onto his back, the ties taking the strain of the twist, fraying even more.

” And you couldn’t take the scissors to the ties on my wrists-“ Sean shut up immediately as Dave moved onto the bed, smearing strawberry lube onto Sean’s swollen arousal with no finesse whatsoever and positioning himself over Sean’s body. Sean stared up at him, not quite believing him before a glassy look overcame his eyes as Dave slowly impaled himself on the blonde with gritted teeth and an intense look of concentration. Sean gave a strangled gasp, his head falling back against the bed, all thoughts of restraints gone completely from his mind.

” Fucking hell-“ he managed.

But Dave really didn’t care about how fucking hell was at this point in time. His body moving as comfortably as he could, he slowly pushed down until smooth hips were pressed against his buttocks, trying to get used to Sean’s length. Perhaps a bit of a warm up would have been nice, but hell, that would have taken time, it would have taken effort, and there was something unexplainably *real* about protesting muscles and the agonising throb that managed to fight against the sheer discomfort. Sean’s sob-groans were assisting in this matter as well, and this was before Dave had even started to move. A clench of internal muscles and Sean almost arched off the bed.

” You are one crazy bastard,” Sean croaked.

“ Oh, you want me to get off?” Dave asked innocently.

“ No!” The naked desperation in Sean’s voice was easily recognisable. Karl gave a breathy chuckle.

“ You think that’s good? Wait until you have Dave over a table, pounding into him like you’re trying to break him. He makes these cute little squeaks like a chipmunk when he comes,”

“ Karl,” warned Dave, feeling the flush of embarrassment enter his cheeks and delivering one of the most evil looks he possessed towards the younger man. The Kiwi chuckled.

” Come over here and threaten me,” he said in the cheerful tones of one who knows he is extremely safe at the current moment in time. Dave muttered under his breath and shifted position again, hearing Sean’s resulting gasp at this. Sean nudged his hips upwards, a plea in his eyes. Dave grinned down at him, chipmunks forgotten, and began to move, slowly at first but with building power. Any insecurity that Sean had was apparently completely forgotten as the blonde immediately moved as well, adding a little more power to the thrust than Dave had planned.

Dave soon had to move positions, his body arched over Sean, his hands either side of him trying to keep his balance. Sean’s eyes were already shut, his fringe dark with sweat, his bottom lip bitten in one of the cutest pictures Dave had seen which wasn’t directly related to kittens. The rhythm was easy to pick up, their bodies working together in order to achieve smoothness. Dave started to stroke himself in time, his eyes partly closed, trying to keep at least a little more of his mind on the precarious balance that he was faced with.

This was easy until Sean accidentally changed the angle. Dave’s resultant cry made green eyes snap open, a panicked look aiming directly at him.

“ Fuck! You okay?!”

“ Nnhhmmmnnnn,” Dave was still trying to get over the sudden shock of sensation that had flooded his body, that one stroke almost managing to finish him off without any further assistance whatsoever. Sean looked at him doubtfully, his breathing still fast and ragged. Dave shook his head to clear it and accidentally glared with a little too much force at Sean before shifting his body down hard on Sean’s length.

“ God, Dave,” Sean groaned again, his head falling back. Dave’s hand picked up speed again, roughly working himself, his glare turned inwards in concentration as he juggled touching himself with balancing enough to be able to thrust harder on Sean’s willing body.

Another change of angle and he was lost to his climax, and he damn well knew it. Dave’s cry wasn’t quite a scream, but that was only because he was desperately hanging onto his self control. His muscles clenched tight around Sean, just in case he needed any further assistance. He didn’t. The Brit howled in his release, tugging hard at the restraints to the extent that the material ripped even further on his right wrist, back arched and breathing shot to pieces.

“ Fuck,” moaned Sean when his brain started to function again.

“ Is that the only word you can say?” panted Dave, slowly moving off him with a body that felt like it had aged a hundred years.

“ It’ll do,” Sean flopped back onto the bed, submissive in his relief. Karl was already looking sadly at the ragged remains of the tie that held Sean’s right wrist to the bedpost.

“ We buy proper restraints next time,” he commented when the other two had recovered their breath. Dave groaned and rolled to lie next to Sean, his arm resting over Sean’s flat stomach, nose almost buried in Sean’s arm, breathing in the scent of worked muscles and fresh sweat.

“ Yes, dear,” he mumbled. Karl rolled his eyes and got on the free side of the bed, giving Dave a hard look which was promptly ignored.

“ I mean it! I can’t afford for you to wreck all my ties!”

“ Speaking of wrecking ties,” began Sean pointedly.

“ In a minute,” they chorused.

In the end it was more like fifteen. But at least Karl had another supporter for the purchase of new restraints.

END