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You had been happier than normal the whole mission. You were certain it didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates. But what could you do? It wasn’t your fault that you had something to look forward to on your arrival back home.
As everyone milled about the living room, grabbing water and food upon their arrival at the watch tower, Yelena spoke. “Has anyone seen Bob? I swear I didn’t see him before we left.”
You choked on the gulp of water you’d taken and quickly capped the bottle. “He’s probably just sleeping. He and Walker were up late playing that stupid shooter game again.”
“Hey, don’t blame it on me if Bobby can’t handle staying up till midnight.” Walker defended himself.
Ava made a face, “That seems out of the ordinary for him.” She said, and you shrugged.
“I’ll go check on him. But don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine.” You dismissed casually, as if you already knew the exact state Bob was in. Ava raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Within seconds, she’d phased away, presumably to her bedroom.
After that, everyone split back up, heading to their rooms to shower and unwind from the mission. You moved slowly and casually back to your room, water bottle still in hand. When you arrived at your door, you looked left and right before entering.
The sight before you was breathtaking. Your bedroom was lit with only a dim lamp. There was the distinct smell of musk and mild sweat. But what you were truly after was the centerpiece.
On your bed lay the missing Bob. His hands had been tied to the headboard with silky ribbon. He was blindfolded and bar-gagged. Sweat shone on his milky skin as he lay there, mostly still save for the occasional overstimulated twitch. Bob’s curls clung to his forehead and neck, and his toned chest breathed deeply and exaggeratedly. He perked up slightly at the sound of the door opening and tried to raise his back from the bed slightly. The sheets clung to him from sweat and slick. His member was glistening with his drying release, and his ass was still slightly wet with lube. The plug wedged there between his supple cheeks vibrated lowly.
It was a sinful sight that made your pulse jump. Quickly, you stripped out of your field gear, leaving you in only underwear.
You strutted over to the bedside, sitting down on the edge. Bob wriggled towards the dip in the mattress, making a moaning sound of questioning. You reached out and carefully untied the blindfold. Bob blinked rapidly, his eyes glazed and slightly disoriented.
“Mmmn,” He moaned softly, body squirming.
You smirked at his disheveled state. “Did you miss me while I was away?” You asked teasingly. Bob made another lewd sound in response. You couldn’t help the way it sent fire coursing through your body, your lower gut curling tight. “That’s not an answer,” You leaned in closer, hand reaching down. Your fingers ghosted torturously over his swollen shaft before sliding lower. Bob’s body flinched and shifted as you brushed him. Your fingers found the head of the plug and pressed on it with a fair amount of pressure. “Go on, use your words.” Bob’s eyes went wide, and his body arched up. His feet kicked and slipped weakly on the silken sheets.
“I’m sorry, you must feel so neglected. I was away so long.” You practically purred, pressing a little harder on the buzzing insertion. Bob mewled from behind the gag, hips twitching up some. “Looks like I was right. Seems you need some attention, don’t you?”
You climbed fully onto the bed as Bob watched your every movement. “What should I do to you first, hm?” You flicked his tip roughly, and Bob’s whole body spasmed. “It looks like you came while I was away. What did I say about that?” Bob whined loudly in response, as if to plead his case. You simply smirked again and grabbed the discarded remote. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” You ruthlessly hit the button a few times. The buzzing sound coming from inside him grew louder and more frantic. Bob’s breath audibly hitched from behind the gag.
You slid off the bed and opened your bedside drawer painfully slow. Inside was a plethora of toys and gadgets. Some for you, some for him. Bob squirmed at the sight of all of them. You made a show of which one you were going to use. Finally, your fingers curled around a thick metal rod, and Bob groaned loudly. “This is a punishment after all,” You said to his noisy response.
You climbed back up onto the bed and held the rod in full view. “Okay, nod if you consent to me using this on you.” Your voice dropped softer, earnest, and lost its teasing edge. Bob nodded eagerly, face flushing at how excited he was for something like this. You smiled and nodded in turn. “Tap out if you need me to stop. Or, you know, use your super strength,” You said. Bob nodded again in understanding, more controlled this time. Your lascivious grin returned, and you grabbed the bottle of lube on the bed.
You held the rod up again, where it was on display, and poured lube down the length of it. The metal glinted and matched the devilish gleam in your eyes. Bob’s thighs tensed up as you brought the rod closer to the head of his penis. “Relax,” you instructed firmly, though Bob barely loosened up. You aligned the tip of the metal sounding rod with his cock and began to slowly slide it down and inside. Bob groaned, hips bucking. “You don’t get to complain after you disobeyed me,” You said simply. You held his cock steady with one hand, thumbing the tip and sides now and again. With your other hand, you carefully pressed the rod in deeper.
“Ngh,” Bob groaned softly again as the metal piece ran deeper and deeper.
“If you take this well, you’ll get a reward,” You murmured, sending the sounding rod in further. The vague outline of it could be seen through his skin and made his head spin. The air around them buzzed and grew charged. You knew it was more than just the intensity of the moment shaping the atmosphere. It was him. But they’d long since come to understand how sex made his powers react, and you simply took it as a sign to continue.
When you finished pushing the sounding rod into its snug position, the room grew feverishly hot. You reached out, thumbing his cheek and smearing sweat and fluids alike there. “Enjoying yourself?” You asked, half-teasing and half-sincere. Bob could only make a strangled sound in response.
His expression was like a drug to you. His eyes were glassy and half lidded, his cheeks consistently flushed. In the heart of pain and pleasure, the heady sensations mix with his feelings for you and leaving Bob looking utterly besotted. You bit your lip with the effort it took to take this slow. It was nearly as torturous for you as it was for him.
You took a deep breath and moved on to the next part. You grabbed a vibrating wand and held it dangerously close to the rod. Bob squirmed, hands gripping the silk, keeping them bound above him. “Mmn…!”
You smiled and ran a fingertip up and down the piece of the rod that stuck out of him. “Shh. I told you you’re not allowed to complain.” You flicked the switch on the wand and pressed it to the metal. Bob’s whole body jerked upwards, back arching and feet slipping. A strained sound was pulled from him with force. Bob’s cock twitched as his legs shook. You turned the vibrator’s setting up again, and Bob let out a truly cruel sound. Whiny and wet, a choked-off moan that was too mewling to be considered a groan. You moaned in response, the heat in your core growing unbearable. “Keep looking at me,” You managed, voice breathless. “If you don’t,” You turned the setting up for a moment in demonstration. Bob’s body grew tense, and his head flung back. You tutted and turned up the setting.
Bob choked behind his gag again and forced his head up slightly on the pillows. He made eye contact with you. Deep blue eyes swimming with something dangerously gold. The hunger there was obvious, even in this state of submission. You moaned softly at the sight. Mercilessly, you turned the setting down by only one. Bob groaned softly at how little relief he’d been given, and his stomach hitched with his uneven breathing.
With your free hand, you began to pleasure yourself, body already incredibly sensitive from the show. Bob’s gaze grew somehow more amorous at the sight of you touching yourself. He strained against the restraints till you jammed the wand harder against the rod. The sensation was enough to send him falling flat on the mattress in a mess of spasming limbs. “You looked away,” You scolded, and Bob’s head rose again weakly. The heat in his face had grown scalding red. His eyes were practically crossed as he tried to look at you through his sweat-soaked curls.
You panted and slowly pulled the wand away. Bob’s breath came in heavy pants and groans. “I think I’ve punished you enough. I did leave you alone all day, after all.” You murmured thickly. You gave the side of his shaft a quick and ruthless flick, which earned a drawn-out sound from Bob.
Carefully, you gripped the tip of the rod and began to pull it out. The pace was cruel, so slow that he was forced to feel it all. Wait and wait for the relief, for the release of everything the rod had forcibly kept inside. When it finally came free, Bob cried out, body going limp again. You set the rod aside and gently rubbed his hole. “Poor thing. But you did so well, so I’ll reward you.” You purred.
Before Bob could compose himself, your lips came down onto his sensitive and swollen head. Another strangled sound pressed past his gag. Your tongue swept back and forth over the irritated but smooth skin. It tasted like a mix of sweat, lube, and cum. But you didn’t mind; the vulgarity of it simply heightened the sensuality of all. You lapped up and down the sides of his cock in an almost worshipful manner. Though it could hardly be considered mercy, as Bob was still forced to wait for his orgasm.
His hips jerked up, pressing himself against your mouth. You huffed half a laugh out. “Greedy.” You said, quickly forcing his hips flat to the bed with one hand. “And here I was rewarding you. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” You murmured against his swollen skin. The vibrations of your voice made him moan again. You resumed your ministrations, running your tongue over his engorged penis.
You pulled back just as you felt his cock start to twitch. Bob groaned in desperation as he was once again denied release. You tutted, “Trust me, the wait is worth it.” Without further fanfare, you slowly stripped off your underwear. Bob’s eyes darkened with a predatory gold that flared outwards from his pupils. You grinned, dangling the underwear in the air before tossing them off the bed. Carefully, you straddled his hips and positioned yourself above him. His thighs clenched, like he was holding back from bucking upwards again.
Gently, you lowered yourself down onto him. You took it all in one go and settled on top of him. Instantly, it took her breath. The buildup had left you aching and soaked, and the full length was enough to make you gasp. Bob’s cock jerked inside of you, and you moaned louder. The noise only spurred him on, and he strained against the silky ties. You didn't speak or scold, just watched him writhe. To torture him further, you clenched and held it before releasing. Then repeated the motion a few times. “Mmmn!” Bob sounded utterly wrecked.
You could feel your own orgasm steadily building, and you began to eagerly move up and down. You rode him at a consistent pace, never fully pulling off his length. Bob seemed about a second away from orgasming, and you moved with more force. “Together. I want to do it together,” You stammered out before he could lose it. Bob groaned and reeled himself in painfully. “M’ close,” You assured him gently, touching yourself more to speed up the process. Your sex ached from the sudden onslaught. “Now–now!” you gasped, clenching roughly around him and dropping down unceremoniously.
Bob groaned as his eyes flashed so brightly they were nearly white. Then they rolled. His head fell back like a stone, and his thighs shivered. You yourself were shaking as your legs braced your weight. Your orgasm chased through you as your insides were filled with Bob’s release. The added pressure and heat only made you cum harder.
You groaned and panted, just bracing yourself on top of him for a moment. Finally, after you caught your breath, you pulled off of him. His release dribbled out of you, and your face flushed from a mixture of enjoyment and shame. It was always hard coming to terms with such acts, considering who you were and your past. But something about Bob made it easy. And the lust of the moment tore away any lingering hesitation. “Ahn…” You moaned softly again at the sight alone.
You grabbed the butt plug’s remote and turned it off. Bob let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Carefully, you pulled it from his body, which earned another pitiful jerk from his cock. Next, you shimmied over to the head of the bed and removed the gag. Spit followed, and up close, you could see just how much he’d drooled all over himself. It was nearly enough to make you want a second round. The final course of action was to untie his wrists, but Bob didn’t give you the chance. His hands jerked forward and tore the restraints like they were paper.
Bob’s hands were on your waist in an instant. His palms were slick with sweat and trembled from your treatment of him. His fingertips pressed into your skin unyieldingly, causing the skin to indent. It might’ve been enough to bruise, but neither seemed to mind or care.
“Was it too much?” You asked, voice quiet from the strain. Bob shook his head and swallowed thickly, probably still too far gone for words. You nodded in visible relief. “Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” You hummed softly. “I will… go clean up, and bring back supplies. Stay put.”
You started to crawl away when Bob’s form followed like a shadow. “No, stay put. You’ll probably fall over.” You chastised. Bob sighed, but lowered himself back to the bed slowly. He’d always been bad about not following along, ever since they’d first met. You’d be lying if you said she didn’t love it–most of the time.
Slowly, you stumbled to the adjoining bathroom and used the facilities. When you emerged, you had body wipes and several damp cloths. “We will bathe when you’re not so… drained,” you gestured to him as a whole. Bob’s tired expression shifted, and his lips quirked into a small smirk.
Gently, you began to wipe down his crotch and backside. Bob would twitch or jerk now and again, body raw and sensitive. Admittedly, this too was painfully attractive. The expression on Bob’s face seemed to mirror your thoughts. But you knew better than to push either of you too hard. When you finished wiping up the lube and bodily fluids, you took the wet rags and began to wipe his full body down. Clearing him of the worst of his sweat and fluids. You took special attention to his face, gently cleaning spit and tears away from his skin with a different towel. “So handsome.” You said, and his face flushed all over again. You chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose.
That seemed to send him over the edge, and he gripped your sides again. “I wasn’t done,” You said quietly.
Bob simply shook his head. “M’ fine. Just lie with me,” he croaked. Your expression softened, and you discarded the towels on the floor. Slowly, you laid on top of him. You sighed softly and wrapped your arms around him. Bob held you tighter in turn. You both laid bare against each other. Your breaths synced as everything, but blood, dripped together on their bodies. The lustfulness had fled, but didn’t leave behind disgust. The indecency now felt intimate in an entirely different way. Tired and loving. A raw honesty brought only from physical contact.