[Really, who is Teddy to call him a dirty old man when he's this hard. If anything Harry should be shaming him, threatened with a bullet in the head if he doesn't do what he's told and he's on his knees rock hard and moaning as he's teased.
Because oh does he moan. Both eyes shut now, the sound is a loud heady rumble around the metal in his mouth, because finally something. It's not much, but god does it feel good and he can't help trying to cant his hips into the light pressure Harry has given him.]
[harry nudges more firmly against him now, the molded underside of his kingsman logo slippers pressing flat against him for a little more friction. that’s music to harry’s ears, and he wonders if he pulls the gun out now if there will be saliva dripping down his chin. either way, he’s clearly enjoying himself—enough to make “henry devere” question his damsel in distress routine of moments prior.]
It seems as if you’re enjoying yourself now. Sneaking into my house, a thief—and now you’re on your knees and you want more?
What a dirty little slut. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to get caught.
[harry wrenches the gun from his mouth, examining it a moment before keeping it fixed on teddy. his knees will be starting to ache on the hardwood floor—harry would know.]
Get up and get onto the bed, flat on your back—arms up by the headboard. I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your skull if you try anything.
[When Harry finally gives him more than just a whisper of a touch Teddy all but sings. As well as anyone can sing around a gun in their mouth. A needy keening noise that he doesn't even attempt to hold back, fuck their little game they've got going on, that felt so good.
There's something about Harry calling him a dirty little slut. Not like he hasn't been called many things before, whore, slut, tramp. Some people ended up regretting it, but with Harry, his cock only twitched in his pants, loving it. Teddy's a mess now, chin slick with spit and he's got a nice little wet patch on the front of his pants from being so hot and bothered. That gun had really worked him up, especially being so unexpected.
Teddy does attempt to keep up his act of the thief in distress, shaking his head lamely, even as he gets up on wobbly legs to go to the bed.]
You're a sick man.
[Says the young man with a raging boner. Scooting up onto the bed and laying down as told, his arms go up over his head, legs together, trying to hide his "shame". Hide the evidence of him being a filthy little slut who's actually loving every second of this.]
[mm, is that not just fucking lovely? harry wonders if he could get teddy to rut desperately against the bottom of his slipper, to come otherwise untouched in his clingy little getup. is he even wearing knickers? he’s fairly certain he knows the answer to all of the above, but he’ll take much more of his own pleasure tormenting the boy in other ways.
so up he goes, harry keeping the gun trained on him as he reaches inside the top of his drawer to pull out some authentic silver hand cuffs—not the cheap shit you can pick up at a bargain bin somewhere or even what they try and shill at the local nudie shop. they’re heavy in his hand; they’ll feel secure when he fixes one around teddy’s wrist, looping it around one of the ornate bits on his headboard before cuffing teddy’s wrist. he’s effectively chained to the bed now, tug and pull as he might his hands aren’t going anywhere.
it gives harry the freedom to finally set the gun down on his dresser—close by in case. and it’ll also allow him to reach down, one big palm forcing its way between his legs to rub across his obvious bulge and palm at the wetness with an amused smirk. he flexes his fingers, molding it to cup around his length and let his thumb rub the silky material of his leggings across the leaking tip.]
And what does that make you? Certainly feels like you don’t mind.
Maybe you wanted to rob me of my honour, take a ride.
[Much like when the gun first came into play when his eyes catch sight of those cuffs, those are real cuffs too, he's been in them enough to know real from the sort you play in the bedroom with, his eyes light right up. Where the hell did Harry get those? Where did he get that gun?
He'd never seemed to be the sort to have a gun, much less a genuine pair of cuffs. Did he have connections with the cops and got a pair? Who the hell knows, Teddy is here for it one hundred percent. He'll give a few little tugs when he's cuffed to the bed, testing them out and yep, those are real. Harry hand between his legs is too and he can't help the way his hips press up into his touch.]
Sh-Shut up.
[A weak retort, trying to sound mad, disgusted, hands curled around the bedpost where he's cuffed to it.]
Wouldn't touch your limp dick, gaffer. Isn't that why you had me suck off your gun? Can't get it up even if you wanted?
[Teddy is in no position to talk bad about Harry's lovely cock, but he's going to be a mouthy little shit anyway.]
[harry smirks, trying not to break the mood. but much like anyone who has the evidence to back up a claim, he doesn't get angry or immediately try and defend his own honour. in fact, he knows it must be killing teddy to talk so poorly of his prick when he sings it's praises on a daily basis otherwise. but he's calm about it, even borderline smug even though he half wishes he could uncuff teddy to drag his hand between his own legs, to make him feel how hard this little game is making him too.
instead he just sighs, pressing a hand between teddy's chest and sliding it downward until he reaches near his navel.]
Well, you liked something here. You picked my house, you could have tried to escape...
[harry idly traces along the hem of his shirt, before he very suddenly grips it with both hands between his fists and rips. it's with enough force to pull apart a big gash, revealing his chest to the cool air, but not enough to actually have to bother with the arms or the turtleneck bit of it.]
[It's absolutely the worst having to slander and talk poorly of Harry's prick, it's such a lovely cock. The best he's ever had. It doesn't deserve to be spoken of like this and he'll have to apologize to it later.]
Picked your house cause I knew you were rich and you've got a gun I--
[He's interrupted when Harry tears, no decimates his shirt, startling him which earns a little yelp from Teddy. He's pretty sure he's never been so turned on in his goddamn life. Between Harry having a gun and making him suck it off and this?]
Fuck.
[Breathed out heavily, Teddy can't even attempt to keep up his little act. Pupils blown wide as he looks up at Harry he just wants him to fuck him silly, but he can't decide any of that now can he? Cuffed to the bed as he is, but he can certainly let Harry know he wants it by the hungry look he gives him along with the hardness between his legs. Not like it was ever a question he was hot for all of this.]
[seeing just how affected teddy is gives harry an incredible, heady rush. what he wouldn’t give to to just fuck him senseless and raw while he’s chained down to the bed, helpless and loving every minute of it. and maybe he will later, but that’s for teddy and harry, not mr. devere and the little thief pillaging his fine home and stuttering excuses.]
You’re awfully pretty you know. Face like an angel, a beautiful body—what on earth would you need to resort to stealing from helpless men for?
[harry hart, helpless? laughable.]
You catch more flies with honey, as they say.
[he lifts his hand, lazily letting it trace back upwards, this time on teddy’s bare skin. it’s cool enough in the room and teddy is obviously aroused, nipples pink and flushed. his fingers find the nubs easily, circling one gently with a thumb.]
[he could come just from the trail of fingers in his skin, the wicked promise of more in the tone of Harry’s words. The way he calls him “little thief”. Teddy would be plenty content with Harry fucking him into the morning, unable to stop him from using him over and over. The idea had him shivering, along with the thumb that teases his chest.
His cheeks are flushed and by some miracle he doesn’t whine for more of that light touch.]
Like the rush of it. Going where I ain’t supposed to.
[harry absolutely knows that to be true--he's read his former rap sheet after all, and breaking and entering was high on that list. he wonders what teddy must think of his props this time around--certainly just like it's occurred to him, they're all real. he appreciates all the effort teddy is putting into pretending he isn't enjoying himself, however, and he's equally content to keep playing the pervy old non-victim here. particularly when it means he gets such a lovely view, teddy's pretty pale skin exposed beneath the stark black of his ripped shirt, leggings still clinging around his obvious hardness.
harry decides to keep at it, other hand coming up to circule a little more firmly around his nipples, pinching and tugging lightly at them without any sign of losing interest soon. he wants to hear teddy's breath catch, to hear him try not to moan or force himself not to arch up into the touch.]
Maybe I like that too. Going where I'm not supposed to go--like right here.
[ha ha.]
You could make it a little easier on yourself. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson for taking what isn't yours and for manners at this rate. One more chance--tell me your name young man.
[Harry's props have a few questions circling in his head, but they're for later, when this is all over. Right now he doesn't want Harry to stop touching him, even when he's trying to act like that's the exact thing he wants.
And oh Harry gets what he wants, Teddy breathes out in a shudder, having to stop himself from pressing his face into his arm and whimpering. Focus on what Harry is saying and go with that, that he can do. It doesn't keep the flush off his cheeks, doesn't make his cock stop twitching with interest in the thin leggings he's wearing.]
You're talking about manners, but you didn't say please.
[harry chuckles, giving him a slightly harsher twinge, thumbing at the little peak right after he does it to alternate between sharpness and pleasure for his feisty little lover. he can tell how affected his boy is, and much as he’d love to comment on it, they have a game to play right now.]
I’ve given you so many chances. Haven’t called the police, haven’t pulled a trigger in self defense....and yet here you are, unremorseful in the face of civility. It’s been quite some time, but I think I’ll have to teach you a lesson on how to say please.
[whatever that means—harry isn’t forthcoming with the details, just keeps ruthlessly thumbing and flicking at his nipples, harsh drags followed by soft and soothing feather light touches. they’re flushed so pretty, and harry gets to see every shudder and suck of breath trembling through the pristinely pale skin on his torso. if teddy weren’t already his he’d want to keep this little treasure all to himself.]
[God he's so hard right now, he can feel his orgasm building from all the attention Harry is lavishing his chest with, every hard pinch to every soft brush against his nipples dragging him that much closer to completion. Harry could do it too, make him come just like this, Teddy would love it.
His mask of the sassy little thief slips as his brows knit a little, lips parting in quiet keening noises. He'll try to cover up the slip up, mouth screwing shut and the pleasured noises turning into a frustrated sound in his throat as he tries to roll his body to the side to stop Harry from his ministrations.]
Just let me go! I'll say please all you want if you just let me leave.
[harry hums out in amusement, finally deciding to sit down on the bed next to teddy. that’s only so he can kick it up a notch—to lean over and wrap his lips around one of teddy’s abused nipples and pave his tongue along the little bud. it also allows him to keep test from shifting anywhere else in the meantime—like away from all his attention. he wants to hear teddy wailing, to fight against his struggle because he’s absolutely committed to this now.
he pulls away with an obscene little pop, licking his lips and smiling at teddy.]
I gave you a chance. You didn’t take it.
[harry stands back up, one hand resting against teddy’s ankle in promise.]
We'll get a please out of you yet. If you kick me or struggle, I will restrain you here as well. Understood?
[The wetness lapping at his nipple drags a gasp from Teddy, before his teeth press into his bottom lip to stifle anymore noise. It feels so good, nubs sensitive from Harry teasing them with his fingers and now his mouth.
If the wet spot on his leggings wasn't obvious before, it is now. Every little thing Harry does has him squirming, thighs pressed together, legs drawn in close to his body to hide the mess Harry has made of him.
As much as he wants to tell Harry yes, he understands sir, so used to playing that sort of thing in the bedroom, he'll instead try to look defiant. It comes off as more of an angry pout with those flushed cheeks of his.]
[and that’s just it—harry doesn’t want him to hide it anymore. he wants to see precisely the effect he’s having on teddy beyond his futile struggles and attempts to hide what’s obviously an aching prick. harry taps his ankle once, a fleeting thing before he’s manhadling at his waist, yanking at his leggings without concern for the fabric so he can pull them down hard. it catches unsurprisingly on his leaking cock, and harry is momentarily mesmerized watching it bob and twitch from the sudden movements.
he wants to lean down and lavish it with his mouth—it’s so pink and wet from all that harry has done to him, even without any direct contact. but then he’d just spoil everything else that’s so lovely, and there’s something to be said for the way he’s stretched out like this, bare from his chest to his knees where the leggings are bunched up as a makeshift sort of restraint.]
You don’t look so unwilling, not with this pretty little thing.
Now where were we?
[right, harry leaning down to wrap his lips around the other nipple he hadn’t gotten to before, sucking in a groan around it. he’s careful to avoid any brushing of his chest or clothes from catching on teddy’s cock, depriving him of he friction he needs.]
[Its not cold by any means in their home, but his skin feels alight, so when Harry tugs his leggings down he gasps at the coolness of the room compared to his skin. His cock bobs a bit before settling against the crook of his stomach and thigh, begging for attention with how flushed it is. Harry pays it no mind though, which is a travesty.
Instead he jests that he must like all of this with his prick so hard and pretty pink. Which of course he is, how cpuldbt he be? But when Harry’s mouth finds his chest again, lavishing his nipples with the wetness of his tongue, Teddy whimpers. All while shaking his head no.]
N-No that doesn’t mean anything... ah, it’s... you’re just a dirty old codger! I wouldn’t like someone like you touching me.
[Its a good thing he’s not being tested on his acting right now, it’s fairly questionable and not believable one bit.]
[harry pays his struggling no real mind—he’s confident it’s all part of the act. whenever teddy wants out he knows exactly what to say and harry will uncuff him in an instant. this is all just part of the fun, and harry eats it up, though he’s got to keep forcing himself to ignore just how lovely his cock looks nestled between his legs, desperate for attention. he channels all his own desire into careful attention at teddy’s chest—switching from one side to the other so his mouth can provide the same luxuriating treatment with his lips and tongue. he wants more of those little noises out of his mouth, more struggling and pretending harry is just some dirty things of man taking advantage.
when he pulls away to speak, it’s not the end—his fingers go back to fondling firmly between thumb and forefinger nice and slow. a roll of the nubs one way, a torturous shift the other. he half wishes he had the foresight to grab some clamps and really make him sob.]
Ah, but your body tells me a different story, don’t you see?
If I had met you in my finest attire at a gala don’t tell me you wouldn’t have thought about an easier way to be spoiled. You’re a lovely little creature—you would have caught my eye all on your own. Pity it had to come to this.
[If Harry pulled clamps out of no where he'd honestly have to stop and ask him when he picked them up and why he'd never used them before. Maybe next time, but for now Harry's mouth and fingers are wicked and have his nipples perked and sore in the best way. His prick thinks so too, but there's not much he can do with that in his current predicament, beyond shifting to close his legs, but that will just annoy "Henry".
... maybe he should do it.]
I wouldn't want some old man to spoil me, m'not-
[Teddy hisses at the rough treatment, sucking his breath in through his teeth. His cock twitches lamely against his thigh and he can feel his gut tighten as his orgasm gets closer.]
-- I'm not like that.
[His tone is accusatory, how dare this man try to act like he's some little strumpet that goes around seeking attention from rich older men. He would never! N e v e r. Edward Smith is a respectable young man who works hard for every ounce of wealth he owns. Absolutely.]
[harry's just teasing him. as if that isn't nearly how they did meet, or another likely scenario that could have described their situation at first. but really--the thought of teddy actually working for anything is a travesty. he really is too pretty for something like manual labour or a normal sort of job.]
Come, you can't tell me that would be less honest than what you're attempting to do now.
[trying to steal from him, sneaking in the middle of the night. harry gently starts tugging his nipples upward, pulling at them so he'd be forced to follow with his body if he didn't want the sting of it--but seeing as he's cuffed to the headboard he won't get very far unless he arches his back and shifts his hips upward. harry is utterly aroused watching his body move when he does it, achingly hard beneath the confines of his own pyjama pants, but he's got enough restraint in spades not to focus on that just now. he'll have his fun later, rest assured.
for now he wants more noises from teddy, pushing him closer to see if he can actually come from having his sore nipples toyed with alone. he slaps both his hands against his chest and right in the middle of them, thumbs sinking in and roughly circling them again.]
[Grit out as his body betrays him more and more, arching off the bed as Harry abuses his chest. His nipples throb from being overly sensitive, to the point of pain, but they both know he can handle it, that it just makes him even harder. Proven by the way his cock is flushed and leaking, fit to burst any second.
If Harry doesn't stop that'll be exactly what happens. Teddy cries out in a start as large hands hit his chest, thumbs pushing his hard nubs in and rubbing them mercilessly. All he can do is squirm, legs trying to pull up into himself again, probably knocking into Harry, but cuffed as he is and with Harry over him he can't curl in on himself.]
Hnn, w-wait-- please, please I said please!
[A begging tone as he fear it'll all be over and done with once he comes, which rushes up on him faster than he thought. His body arches from the bed again, a keening noise caught in this throat as he makes a mess of part of his stomach and the bed. What a naughty little thief, ruining good ol' Henry's sheets like that.]
[harry doesn't let up at all, but truthfully? teddy's orgasm takes him by surprise too. he hadn't quite anticipated just how sensitive the boy could be having his nipples alone so mercilessly tortured. but then he supposes there's a mix of things at play here--the gun, the cuffs, the lack of control. hearing him wail is music to harry's ears, even as he has to lift up his own knees to block teddy from going anywhere or catching him unfortunately in the chest. but a part of him likes the struggle, and even more he absolutely basks in the gorgeous sight of his cock jerking helplessly between his legs, without any touch whatsoever as he spurts pearly white cum all across his stomach and dripping onto harry's sheets.
only after his back stops arching and he can watch the heave of his chest as he comes down from it does harry finally pull away with one last twinge. seeing how starkly red and flushed his nipples are standing out in comparison to his creamy skin is fucking beautiful--he wishes he'd thought to ask for a photo to tuck away for a rainy day if teddy would allow it.]
Oh, it's a little late for that.
[harry chuckles, leaning forward to swipe a thumb through the mess he's made, rubbing it into his skin a bit before feigning surprise.]
And now you've made a mess of my things. Taking what you wanted without permission...seems to be quite a big problem of yours, young man.
[harry sits down next to him on the bed, nudging up next to his hips and smiling with the promise of something either deliciously wicked or dangerous for teddy.]
[Teddy feels like he's at a loss for breath, his orgasm hit him rather hard, but he's supposed to be paying attention to what Harry is doing, eyes a bit unfocused trying to watch him, chin pressed down into his chest as he watches those long fingers swipe through the mess on his stomach.
A soft whimper, hips shifting a little as if to try and pull away from him, his skin feels prickly, over sensitive. Speaking of sensitive his nipples are still flushed and perky, he's kind of glad his shirt had been torn open, anything brushing against them right now would be more than he could handle right now. Not in a bad way per se, but he needs a moment. Give him a second to catch his breath, Harry.]
Mn, no I already... I said it. I said it already, more than once.
[Drawled, some what whined, what was Harry going to do to him now?]
[harry's not done with teddy--oh no, not by a long shot. harry knows after all this time there's certainly no complaints from teddy about his performance in the bedroom, but that doesn't mean he wants to sit back and ever have to worry about things getting stale. nights like this? they're meant to push teddy to his limits--focused almost entirely on his pleasure and what harry just lavishes him with. and he hopes that one day, maybe when his age finally catches up with him? teddy will still be content with harry's presence in his life and creative methods to keep him satisfied.
he runs his hands absently across teddy's stomach and belly, fingertips making idle patterns and nails dragging slow like he's still thinking about what to do with him now that he's made such a mess.]
Do you know what I've found when it comes to young men?
[they dip a little lower now, back down through the drying cum between the v of his hips and finally down to circle around the base his flushed and sorely neglected prick, still a little plump even though it's not as hard as before he'd finished off without warning.]
It's so easy for you to just keep taking. So much energy, so easily bouncing back. And in the bedroom....well.
[he lets go again, reaching across to open the dresser a second time. he produces a small leather band, something round and glinting where there's a snap maintaining the shape. harry pulls it open, sliding it around the base of his cock before snapping it shut again. and now, no matter how hard teddy gets again? it'll be much more difficult to pop off again--but this will accentuate just how full he can feel.]
[If the last time and this time are any indication of how Harry can keep him sexually stimulated then they'll be all set when that time comes. It's cute that Harry wants them to still be together then, that he's thinking that far ahead, Teddy isn't usually the sort to plan ahead that far, but that's what he has Harry for now isn't it?
As Harry talks he doesn't stop touching him, making him shiver with the light stimulation as if to not let him have any moment of peace. Especially the teasing touches that are fleeting around his cock. Poor Teddy has no idea what he's in for and already thinks he's going mad, but it's only just begun.]
I'm not going to perform for you!
[He's got a second wind back, trying to nudge Harry away from him with his legs, kneeing him in the side a bit. Not hard of course, he doesn't really want to hurt Harry and he's still got enough energy to play a part. However long that may last now.]
Take that off and let me go! This is too far, old man!
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Because oh does he moan. Both eyes shut now, the sound is a loud heady rumble around the metal in his mouth, because finally something. It's not much, but god does it feel good and he can't help trying to cant his hips into the light pressure Harry has given him.]
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[harry nudges more firmly against him now, the molded underside of his kingsman logo slippers pressing flat against him for a little more friction. that’s music to harry’s ears, and he wonders if he pulls the gun out now if there will be saliva dripping down his chin. either way, he’s clearly enjoying himself—enough to make “henry devere” question his damsel in distress routine of moments prior.]
It seems as if you’re enjoying yourself now. Sneaking into my house, a thief—and now you’re on your knees and you want more?
What a dirty little slut. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to get caught.
[harry wrenches the gun from his mouth, examining it a moment before keeping it fixed on teddy. his knees will be starting to ache on the hardwood floor—harry would know.]
Get up and get onto the bed, flat on your back—arms up by the headboard. I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your skull if you try anything.
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There's something about Harry calling him a dirty little slut. Not like he hasn't been called many things before, whore, slut, tramp. Some people ended up regretting it, but with Harry, his cock only twitched in his pants, loving it. Teddy's a mess now, chin slick with spit and he's got a nice little wet patch on the front of his pants from being so hot and bothered. That gun had really worked him up, especially being so unexpected.
Teddy does attempt to keep up his act of the thief in distress, shaking his head lamely, even as he gets up on wobbly legs to go to the bed.]
You're a sick man.
[Says the young man with a raging boner. Scooting up onto the bed and laying down as told, his arms go up over his head, legs together, trying to hide his "shame". Hide the evidence of him being a filthy little slut who's actually loving every second of this.]
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so up he goes, harry keeping the gun trained on him as he reaches inside the top of his drawer to pull out some authentic silver hand cuffs—not the cheap shit you can pick up at a bargain bin somewhere or even what they try and shill at the local nudie shop. they’re heavy in his hand; they’ll feel secure when he fixes one around teddy’s wrist, looping it around one of the ornate bits on his headboard before cuffing teddy’s wrist. he’s effectively chained to the bed now, tug and pull as he might his hands aren’t going anywhere.
it gives harry the freedom to finally set the gun down on his dresser—close by in case. and it’ll also allow him to reach down, one big palm forcing its way between his legs to rub across his obvious bulge and palm at the wetness with an amused smirk. he flexes his fingers, molding it to cup around his length and let his thumb rub the silky material of his leggings across the leaking tip.]
And what does that make you? Certainly feels like you don’t mind.
Maybe you wanted to rob me of my honour, take a ride.
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He'd never seemed to be the sort to have a gun, much less a genuine pair of cuffs. Did he have connections with the cops and got a pair? Who the hell knows, Teddy is here for it one hundred percent. He'll give a few little tugs when he's cuffed to the bed, testing them out and yep, those are real. Harry hand between his legs is too and he can't help the way his hips press up into his touch.]
Sh-Shut up.
[A weak retort, trying to sound mad, disgusted, hands curled around the bedpost where he's cuffed to it.]
Wouldn't touch your limp dick, gaffer. Isn't that why you had me suck off your gun? Can't get it up even if you wanted?
[Teddy is in no position to talk bad about Harry's lovely cock, but he's going to be a mouthy little shit anyway.]
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instead he just sighs, pressing a hand between teddy's chest and sliding it downward until he reaches near his navel.]
Well, you liked something here. You picked my house, you could have tried to escape...
[harry idly traces along the hem of his shirt, before he very suddenly grips it with both hands between his fists and rips. it's with enough force to pull apart a big gash, revealing his chest to the cool air, but not enough to actually have to bother with the arms or the turtleneck bit of it.]
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Picked your house cause I knew you were rich and you've got a gun I--
[He's interrupted when Harry tears, no decimates his shirt, startling him which earns a little yelp from Teddy. He's pretty sure he's never been so turned on in his goddamn life. Between Harry having a gun and making him suck it off and this?]
Fuck.
[Breathed out heavily, Teddy can't even attempt to keep up his little act. Pupils blown wide as he looks up at Harry he just wants him to fuck him silly, but he can't decide any of that now can he? Cuffed to the bed as he is, but he can certainly let Harry know he wants it by the hungry look he gives him along with the hardness between his legs. Not like it was ever a question he was hot for all of this.]
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You’re awfully pretty you know. Face like an angel, a beautiful body—what on earth would you need to resort to stealing from helpless men for?
[harry hart, helpless? laughable.]
You catch more flies with honey, as they say.
[he lifts his hand, lazily letting it trace back upwards, this time on teddy’s bare skin. it’s cool enough in the room and teddy is obviously aroused, nipples pink and flushed. his fingers find the nubs easily, circling one gently with a thumb.]
Tell me your name, little thief.
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His cheeks are flushed and by some miracle he doesn’t whine for more of that light touch.]
Like the rush of it. Going where I ain’t supposed to.
[Not entirely made up.]
My name isn’t your business, old man.
[Still got a smidge of defiance in him.]
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harry decides to keep at it, other hand coming up to circule a little more firmly around his nipples, pinching and tugging lightly at them without any sign of losing interest soon. he wants to hear teddy's breath catch, to hear him try not to moan or force himself not to arch up into the touch.]
Maybe I like that too. Going where I'm not supposed to go--like right here.
[ha ha.]
You could make it a little easier on yourself. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson for taking what isn't yours and for manners at this rate. One more chance--tell me your name young man.
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And oh Harry gets what he wants, Teddy breathes out in a shudder, having to stop himself from pressing his face into his arm and whimpering. Focus on what Harry is saying and go with that, that he can do. It doesn't keep the flush off his cheeks, doesn't make his cock stop twitching with interest in the thin leggings he's wearing.]
You're talking about manners, but you didn't say please.
[So much for his last chance.]
That's just plain rude.
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I’ve given you so many chances. Haven’t called the police, haven’t pulled a trigger in self defense....and yet here you are, unremorseful in the face of civility. It’s been quite some time, but I think I’ll have to teach you a lesson on how to say please.
[whatever that means—harry isn’t forthcoming with the details, just keeps ruthlessly thumbing and flicking at his nipples, harsh drags followed by soft and soothing feather light touches. they’re flushed so pretty, and harry gets to see every shudder and suck of breath trembling through the pristinely pale skin on his torso. if teddy weren’t already his he’d want to keep this little treasure all to himself.]
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His mask of the sassy little thief slips as his brows knit a little, lips parting in quiet keening noises. He'll try to cover up the slip up, mouth screwing shut and the pleasured noises turning into a frustrated sound in his throat as he tries to roll his body to the side to stop Harry from his ministrations.]
Just let me go! I'll say please all you want if you just let me leave.
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he pulls away with an obscene little pop, licking his lips and smiling at teddy.]
I gave you a chance. You didn’t take it.
[harry stands back up, one hand resting against teddy’s ankle in promise.]
We'll get a please out of you yet. If you kick me or struggle, I will restrain you here as well. Understood?
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If the wet spot on his leggings wasn't obvious before, it is now. Every little thing Harry does has him squirming, thighs pressed together, legs drawn in close to his body to hide the mess Harry has made of him.
As much as he wants to tell Harry yes, he understands sir, so used to playing that sort of thing in the bedroom, he'll instead try to look defiant. It comes off as more of an angry pout with those flushed cheeks of his.]
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he wants to lean down and lavish it with his mouth—it’s so pink and wet from all that harry has done to him, even without any direct contact. but then he’d just spoil everything else that’s so lovely, and there’s something to be said for the way he’s stretched out like this, bare from his chest to his knees where the leggings are bunched up as a makeshift sort of restraint.]
You don’t look so unwilling, not with this pretty little thing.
Now where were we?
[right, harry leaning down to wrap his lips around the other nipple he hadn’t gotten to before, sucking in a groan around it. he’s careful to avoid any brushing of his chest or clothes from catching on teddy’s cock, depriving him of he friction he needs.]
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Instead he jests that he must like all of this with his prick so hard and pretty pink. Which of course he is, how cpuldbt he be? But when Harry’s mouth finds his chest again, lavishing his nipples with the wetness of his tongue, Teddy whimpers. All while shaking his head no.]
N-No that doesn’t mean anything... ah, it’s... you’re just a dirty old codger! I wouldn’t like someone like you touching me.
[Its a good thing he’s not being tested on his acting right now, it’s fairly questionable and not believable one bit.]
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when he pulls away to speak, it’s not the end—his fingers go back to fondling firmly between thumb and forefinger nice and slow. a roll of the nubs one way, a torturous shift the other. he half wishes he had the foresight to grab some clamps and really make him sob.]
Ah, but your body tells me a different story, don’t you see?
If I had met you in my finest attire at a gala don’t tell me you wouldn’t have thought about an easier way to be spoiled. You’re a lovely little creature—you would have caught my eye all on your own. Pity it had to come to this.
[a hard twinge with his fingers.]
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... maybe he should do it.]
I wouldn't want some old man to spoil me, m'not-
[Teddy hisses at the rough treatment, sucking his breath in through his teeth. His cock twitches lamely against his thigh and he can feel his gut tighten as his orgasm gets closer.]
-- I'm not like that.
[His tone is accusatory, how dare this man try to act like he's some little strumpet that goes around seeking attention from rich older men. He would never! N e v e r. Edward Smith is a respectable young man who works hard for every ounce of wealth he owns. Absolutely.]
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[harry's just teasing him. as if that isn't nearly how they did meet, or another likely scenario that could have described their situation at first. but really--the thought of teddy actually working for anything is a travesty. he really is too pretty for something like manual labour or a normal sort of job.]
Come, you can't tell me that would be less honest than what you're attempting to do now.
[trying to steal from him, sneaking in the middle of the night. harry gently starts tugging his nipples upward, pulling at them so he'd be forced to follow with his body if he didn't want the sting of it--but seeing as he's cuffed to the headboard he won't get very far unless he arches his back and shifts his hips upward. harry is utterly aroused watching his body move when he does it, achingly hard beneath the confines of his own pyjama pants, but he's got enough restraint in spades not to focus on that just now. he'll have his fun later, rest assured.
for now he wants more noises from teddy, pushing him closer to see if he can actually come from having his sore nipples toyed with alone. he slaps both his hands against his chest and right in the middle of them, thumbs sinking in and roughly circling them again.]
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[Grit out as his body betrays him more and more, arching off the bed as Harry abuses his chest. His nipples throb from being overly sensitive, to the point of pain, but they both know he can handle it, that it just makes him even harder. Proven by the way his cock is flushed and leaking, fit to burst any second.
If Harry doesn't stop that'll be exactly what happens. Teddy cries out in a start as large hands hit his chest, thumbs pushing his hard nubs in and rubbing them mercilessly. All he can do is squirm, legs trying to pull up into himself again, probably knocking into Harry, but cuffed as he is and with Harry over him he can't curl in on himself.]
Hnn, w-wait-- please, please I said please!
[A begging tone as he fear it'll all be over and done with once he comes, which rushes up on him faster than he thought. His body arches from the bed again, a keening noise caught in this throat as he makes a mess of part of his stomach and the bed. What a naughty little thief, ruining good ol' Henry's sheets like that.]
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only after his back stops arching and he can watch the heave of his chest as he comes down from it does harry finally pull away with one last twinge. seeing how starkly red and flushed his nipples are standing out in comparison to his creamy skin is fucking beautiful--he wishes he'd thought to ask for a photo to tuck away for a rainy day if teddy would allow it.]
Oh, it's a little late for that.
[harry chuckles, leaning forward to swipe a thumb through the mess he's made, rubbing it into his skin a bit before feigning surprise.]
And now you've made a mess of my things. Taking what you wanted without permission...seems to be quite a big problem of yours, young man.
[harry sits down next to him on the bed, nudging up next to his hips and smiling with the promise of something either deliciously wicked or dangerous for teddy.]
Let's see if we can get you to say it properly.
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A soft whimper, hips shifting a little as if to try and pull away from him, his skin feels prickly, over sensitive. Speaking of sensitive his nipples are still flushed and perky, he's kind of glad his shirt had been torn open, anything brushing against them right now would be more than he could handle right now. Not in a bad way per se, but he needs a moment. Give him a second to catch his breath, Harry.]
Mn, no I already... I said it. I said it already, more than once.
[Drawled, some what whined, what was Harry going to do to him now?]
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he runs his hands absently across teddy's stomach and belly, fingertips making idle patterns and nails dragging slow like he's still thinking about what to do with him now that he's made such a mess.]
Do you know what I've found when it comes to young men?
[they dip a little lower now, back down through the drying cum between the v of his hips and finally down to circle around the base his flushed and sorely neglected prick, still a little plump even though it's not as hard as before he'd finished off without warning.]
It's so easy for you to just keep taking. So much energy, so easily bouncing back. And in the bedroom....well.
[he lets go again, reaching across to open the dresser a second time. he produces a small leather band, something round and glinting where there's a snap maintaining the shape. harry pulls it open, sliding it around the base of his cock before snapping it shut again. and now, no matter how hard teddy gets again? it'll be much more difficult to pop off again--but this will accentuate just how full he can feel.]
I wouldn't mind seeing it in action.
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As Harry talks he doesn't stop touching him, making him shiver with the light stimulation as if to not let him have any moment of peace. Especially the teasing touches that are fleeting around his cock. Poor Teddy has no idea what he's in for and already thinks he's going mad, but it's only just begun.]
I'm not going to perform for you!
[He's got a second wind back, trying to nudge Harry away from him with his legs, kneeing him in the side a bit. Not hard of course, he doesn't really want to hurt Harry and he's still got enough energy to play a part. However long that may last now.]
Take that off and let me go! This is too far, old man!
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