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John was in his on base accommodations, tidying up as he waited for Kyle to arrive. John had scheduled a block of time on his calendar so that he and Kyle could have some alone time after a period of weeks where the two were so busy they scarcely had an opportunity to see each other in passing or if their duties required them to interact in a professional capacity.
It was beginning to take its toll on the both of them.
There was a knock at the door, and John smiled, heading towards the front entry. He frowned, confused, when the open door revealed a figure in a trench coat facing away from him, a small black weekend duffle bag in hand.
“I’m sorry, can I help you?” The figure turned, and John choked at the sight of Kyle, head wrapped in a silk scarf and large, dark sunglasses. His plush mouth was painted a deep plum colour. As John took in the full sight of him, he noted the heels on Kyle’s feet and the way his calves were encased in an elaborate lace. “ Kyle ?” John choked out.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in, John?” Kyle said with a smirk.
John stepped back from the door dumbly, letting the young sergeant inside.
“What are you wearing?” John wondered, closing the door behind Kyle and following him into the small seating area to the right of the door.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
“Mm. Yes. Why don’t you go get settled in the bedroom. I’ll be there in a moment.”
John hesitated. A surprise with Kyle was always a good experience, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous. The young man was also keenly devious. After only a moment, though, John turned to walk down the short hallway into the bedroom. His ears strained for any indication of what Kyle might be up to as stretched out on the bed; he hadn’t been told to undress, and so he didn’t.
A minute later, Kyle stood in the doorway and all the blood in his body rushed to his groin while all the air in his lungs rushed out in a gasp.
Kyle was dressed in a full body lace number, though it had no crotch and his half-hard cock and balls were open to John’s hungry gaze. His eyes traced along the outfit, admiring the contrast of the dark black against Kyle’s chestnut coloured skin, the crisscrossing lines of the lace emphasizing Kyle’s hips and groin, his abdomen and his pecs.
“Fuckin’ hell,” John whispered as he took in the full effect. “You look incredible, Kyle.”
Kyle swung his hips as he stepped into the room - he’s removed the heels he’d been wearing - and smirked. “Thank you, John. Are you ready for your surprise?”
John swallowed and nodded. “Yes, love.” It was then he noticed the scarf dangling from Kyle’s fingers. “What’s that for?” he asked, curious albeit nervous.
“It’s part of the surprise,” Kyle replied. He set the weekend bag in his other hand down on the foot of the bed before kneeling on the mattress and settling across John’s hips with a soft smile. “Why don’t we get you out of these close, hm?” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to John’s mouth. The lipstick he wore left a waxy residue on John’s lips.
Kyle slid his hands beneath the hem of John’s shirt, letting his palms drag over his skin as he pulled it slowly up and off. He licked his lips as he took in John’s hairy chest and soft stomach. Leaning in again he pressed a kiss to the side of John’s neck and to each of his collar bones leaving a plum impression of his lips behind.
He slid his hands up John’s arms, raising them over his head to rest against the pillow. “Stay,” Kyle said softly, and John did as requested, gazing up at his young lover with adoration. Then there was something soft wrapping around John’s wrists, and he tensed, despite Kyle shushing him. “It’s alright, John. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Kyle…” John said, trepidation clear in his voice.
Kyle smiled as he continued to wrap the silk scarf around John’s wrists until he was tied, bound to the headboard, unable to move.
“Not too tight?”
John tested the bindings and found it to be secure. The fabric against his skin was soft and Kyle had been careful not to tie him too tightly. He shook his head.
Kyle ran the back of his knuckles along John’s cheek. “Good.”
He rose from the bed, and went to the duffle bag, removing a silicone ring and a bottle of lubricant. Then he sat on the bed once more, legs spread on either side of John’s. He took the lubricant and silicone ring in hand and poured the former onto the latter before bringing the ring to his groin, slipping the ring over the head of his half-hard cock. “Tonight,” Kyle said, as he worked the cock ring down to the base of his shaft, “I’m going to ride you until you cum. And then,” he gave himself a few quick pulls with his slicked hand, cock hardening in his palm, “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging.”
Kyle leaned back on one hand, reaching between his spread things where John saw the unmistakable base of a plug peeking from between Kyle’s cheeks. He found he was disappointed he wouldn’t have the opportunity to watch Kyle get himself ready.
“Let’s get you out of those trousers, hm?”
It was obscene watching the way the lace of the body suit shifted and pulled across Kyle’s skin as he moved, his cock bobbing between his legs as he did so. He tugged at the fabric of John’s trousers and boxers, getting them off his hips and down his legs almost as though he was unaffected by John’s being bound and naked for him, although the growing hardness between his thighs belied this fact.
“Christ, what a sight you are, aye, John?” He gave him a considering look. “Maybe I should take a picture. Then I can be reminded of how good you looked all tied up and naked on your bed for me.”
“Kyle, please,” John pleaded.
“Please what, love?”
John hesitated, biting his lip. He wasn’t above begging, but he didn’t want to start so early.
“Please what, John?” Kyle repeated, voice stern. “Use your words.”
“Don’t tease me.” He looked at Kyle with desperate eyes. “I’ve not been able to have you for weeks. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Kyle smirked. “Poor baby,” he cooed, climbing back on the bed and straddling John’s thighs. He took the other man’s cock in hand and gave it a few gentle strokes.
Kyle pressed a hand against the headboard next to where John’s hands were bound, other hand reaching behind him. There was a soft, wet squelch as Kyle eased the plug from inside him. He moaned against John’s ear at the sudden emptiness. “Gonna fill me up real good, aren’t you, captain?” he said, voice low and full of promise.
John cursed at the use of his title, but couldn’t help the way his cock twitched. Then tight heat was sinking around him as Kyle settled back onto him, easing down slowly. His eyes were closed, face slack with focus and pleasure until he bottomed out, pressed flush against John’s lap.
Kyle let out a shaky sigh and John swallowed thickly. “God, you feel good,” Kyle moaned as he lifted and lowered his hips slowly. “Missed this. Missed you.”
“Missed you,” John agreed as he watched the slow undulation of Kyle’s hips as he began to pick up speed. His own cock was fully hard now, bouncing with the force of Kyle’s thrusts as he began to ride John in earnest.
There was something about Kyle being covered in the lace body suit, revealing but essentially fully clothed, as he fucked John completely naked beneath him. He couldn’t help himself and tugged on the tie around his wrists, desperate to touch, to feel Kyle’s lace covered body as he took him so perfectly.
Kyle leaned forward, hands on John’s shoulders as he increased his pace. “Stay put, John. I promise, I’m going to take care of you.”
“I need to touch you, Kyle, please,” John begged, voice barely a croak. “Please.”
Kyle clenched around him at his pleading, and John cursed. “That’s it,” Kyle encouraged, repeating the action as he fucked back down hard against John’s cock. “Are you close, John? Mm, let me feel you fill me up.”
“Kiss me, please,” John whispered, and Kyle obliged, slotting their mouths together in a filthy, open mouthed kiss, more tongue than lips. When he pulled back for breath the dark plum of his lipstick was smeared across his cheek.
“Gonna cum for me, John?” Kyle asked again.
“Close,” John admitted. He wanted to tug against his restraints again, but he feared that if he tried, Kyle would decide to end things early.
Kyle tilted his head back with a groan. “Can’t wait to get my cock inside you, love. You always take me so good, so perfect. Gonna fuck you until you’re crying, John. Gonna make you feel so good.”
In combination with the way Kyle was riding him and the words spilling from his mouth, it was enough to have John teetering over the edge into his orgasm, his hips thrusting upward, stuttering against Kyle’s bruising pace. As John came he murmured Kyle’s name like a prayer.
Slowly Kyle ceased his pace until he rested on John’s thighs, sighing at the feel of the man’s cock beginning to soften inside him, at the feel of his cum slicking his thighs, catching on the lace of the body suit. He picked up the plug that had been discarded on the bed and carefully worked it back inside himself, keeping what hadn’t already escaped inside.
“Jesus Chris, Kyle,” John breathed as he watched.
“If you’re good,” Kyle said as he leaned up to untie his hands, “maybe you can eat me out later, hmm?” John groaned at the prospect.
Kyle gave John a moment to stretch the muscles in his arms and relax. John frowned when Kyle stopped his hands from touching him now that he was free of his bindings. “We’re not finished yet, John,” Kyle said. “Hands up.”
John raised his arms over his head once more and Kyle reaffixed them to the headboard. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and generously coated his fingers, pressing them to John’s entrance with little fanfare. “Excuse me for being impatient, love.”
“Ah!” John replied, shifting against the intrusion of Kyle’s fingers. “Just as eager as you are, sweetheart.”
“Next time,” Kyle said as he worked in a second finger, “gonna take my time and have you come just on my fingers. But today I just need to get my cock inside you.”
“ Yes ,” John agreed, breath hissing between his teeth.
“Ready?” Kyle sat back on his haunches, slicking his cock with lube and easing the silicone ring from his shaft before pressing his head against John’s entrance. John’s eyes were already wet with tears as he nodded his assurance.
Kyle eased forward, letting out a long, low moan as the head of his cock slipped past the ring of muscle. John’s fingers grasped for the scarf secured around his wrists, desperate for some sort of purchase as Kyle sank slowly inside.
“Fuck, Kyle, fuck, fuck ,” John swore, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
“That’s good, love, almost there.” Kyle’s own breathing was harsh and unsteady, sweat visible on his temples and above his lip. He lifted one of John’s legs up, slung it over his shoulder, and then leaning forward to steady himself on the bed, he began fucking into John in earnest.
The room was filled with the sound of John’s low moans, cries of yes, more, there, faster, hard, come on, Kyle, don’t hold back. The younger man did his best to meet the demands being thrown at him, pressing John’s leg against his chest to get a better angle, pace positively ruthless as he pounded against him.
“John,” Kyle moaned. He pressed his lips along John’s throat and jaw as he searched for his mouth. “I’m going to cum.”
“Please, cum on lad, cum for me.”
Burying his face in John’s shoulder, Kyle did just that, thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied himself inside the older man. He released John’s leg, reaching above to loosen the scarf from where it was secured to the head board, slumping against the man beneath him with a contented sigh.
John’s arms came down, wrapping around Kyle’s shoulders, stroking across his lace covered back, indulging in the touch he’d been craving since Kyle had revealed himself when he’d first entered the room.
They lay together until their breathing steadied, arms wrapped around each other, enjoying the press of the other’s body pressed against them, lingering in the pocket of time they had to just enjoy one another without having other obligations pressing in.
“Have you had this for a while,” John asked, plucking at the body suit, “or did you buy this specifically for this occasion?”
Kyle smiled against his chest. “It’s been in my shopping cart for a while, but I felt inspired after we had to schedule time to see each other.”
“Can’t say I’d be opposed to seeing it again, if circumstances permit.”
Kyle rested his hand on the back of his hand on John’s chest, smiling with warm affection at the other man. “That can certainly be arranged.”