Oluwande Boodhari has no idea what god, goddess, or primal force has aligned his life such that he’s currently lying on his bed, naked and blindfolded as Jim Jimenez ties him up, but whoever they are, he’s thankful.
The blindfold was his idea. “It might be fun,” he suggested one night as they cuddled up together, Jim’s fingers running idly through his hair. “You could, sort of, surprise me. With different things.”
“Surprise you, hm?” Jim said. “I think I’d like that. And you’d like being helpless, hm? Totally at my mercy.”
And it was insane, objectively, to trust Jim that way. Anyone who could use a knife like they did, who could deceive as easily as they did, who knew violence as intimately as they did, shouldn’t be trusted with that kind of vulnerability. And yet Oluwande trusted Jim with his life. Easy enough to trust them with his body, too.
In the present, Jim finishes binding Oluwande’s wrists, one tied to each of the hooks they’d installed above the bed for just this purpose. “So pretty for me,” Jim coos, “all tied up and waiting. I can do anything I want with you now.” There’s a darkness to their voice when they add, “and I will.”
Oluwande isn’t expecting the hand that runs its way up from the bottom of his stomach to his heart, and he gasps at the contact. Jim chuckles, low in their throat. “Such a pretty, pretty boy,” they say, echoing their earlier sentiments. The hand on Oluwande’s chest makes its way over to one nipple, which Jim begins to tease, rubbing circles over the rapidly-hardening nub. They take his other nipple in their mouth and suck, and Oluwande can’t help but moan.
“Quiet, querido ,” Jim admonishes. “You don’t want the whole ship to hear you, hm?”
Oluwande wants to counter that between the captains and Lucius’ various conquests, it’s basically impossible to live on this ship without constantly overhearing the sounds of other people’s lovemaking, but Jim’s mouth is on his other nipple, and their tongue is doing that thing that he loves, and in the end he can’t find it in himself to protest.
Jim continues to play with his tits for what feels like ages, sucking and licking and twisting and squeezing. Oluwande’s always had sensitive nipples, and the torture is exquisite. His cock, already half-hard just from the blindfold and the rope, is now at full mast, blood pounding through his veins from sheer unadulterated want .
Jim pulls their mouth off Oluwande’s nipple and begins tracing their fingertips lightly up and down his arms, giving him goosebumps. They lean in and kiss him once on the mouth, softly.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, beautiful?” they murmur into his ear. Oluwande nods. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” he echoes, sounding, even to his own ears, adrift in a field of love and contentment.
“ Bien ,” Jim answers. “Now, love of mine. You’re going to eat me out. If you’re good, and you make me come, I might suck you off.”
Oluwande shudders, any blood that was left in his head rushing immediately to his cock. It’s a good thing he’s lying down because his legs have turned to jelly. “Yes, sir,” he answers, and although he can’t see Jim, he can imagine the smirk on their face at the honorific.
The bed squeaks as Jim repositions themself so that they’re straddling Oluwande’s face. They lower themself slowly, and Oluwande’s tongue is already out and ready for them. He moans again at the taste of them, rich and heady on his tongue, and begins to lick. He starts off slow, gentle, feeling his way around the familiar territory with his mouth. He knows Jim’s body well by now, knows where to apply a little more pressure to make them writhe above him. He loves this, loves being surrounded so completely by his partner, by their smell, by their touch, by their taste.
Oluwande pulls out all the stops; after all, his reward is contingent on making Jim come. Not that he wouldn’t otherwise be eager to make Jim come because frankly, he always is. He licks thick stripes up each of their lips, traces circles around their clit with the tip of his tongue, teasingly slides his tongue in and out of their entrance. Jim’s breathing has gotten heavy above him, and he knows they’re close when they start moaning his name.
“Olu, baby, that’s it, that’s it, come on. Keep going, Olu, don’t stop.”
Olu doesn’t stop, keeps licking hard and deeper until Jim is coming with a shudder and a soft moan.
“Good boy,” Jim says as they climb off him. Oluwande fights back a whine at the loss of contact. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” he replies without hesitation. “So good, Jim.”
“Good,” Jim answers. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Please.”
“It’s a yes or no question, querido .”
“Yes,” Oluwande says, and Jim responds by pressing a kiss to his throat.
“I think so, too.”
Jim uses one fingertip to trace a line up his cock from base to tip. Then they wrap their hand around the base, pumping him a few times slowly before wrapping their lips around the head of his cock.
Oluwande’s not going to last long, not with how worked up he already is from eating Jim out and how good their mouth feels around him. He tries thinking of something unsexy, but it’s impossible when the sexiest person in the world has their head between his legs and is sucking his cock with increasing vigor. Jim hums around him, and Oluwande’s gone, coming undone with a cry of “fuck, Jim!,” waves of pleasure crashing over him like the ocean over the shore. Jim swallows him down until Oluwande groans from overstimulation and Jim pulls off.
Swift, capable hands untie the knots at his wrists and the blindfold from around his eyes. When Oluwande regains his vision, the first thing he sees is his wonderful, perfect Jim smiling at him, and Oluwande could die a happy man if he never saw anything else ever again.
“Hi there,” Jim says, and Oluwande grabs them, delighted to be able to touch them again, pulling them in for a wet, sloppy kiss.
“So,” Jim says when they come up for air, “was that as good as you hoped?”
“Better,” Oluwande answers, and he means it.