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The office was gradually filtering out for the holidays, with only a few lingering to finish up casework before Christmas. Of course, Nolan Price was one of them. The lights were dim and the coffee in his cup turned cold. He props up his ankles on the desk, sleeves rolled past the elbow and reads the same paragraph over and over. It's not sinking in.
"Hey - go home soon, okay?" Sam gives him a concerned look from the doorway as she pulls her coat and scarf on. "And happy holidays."
"Have a good Christmas, Sam. Don't worry about me." He waves her off and goes back to his files, occasionally glancing at the clock. After 8pm his eyelids are getting heavy and he checks his lockscreen – two missed calls. Shit.
“Ahem.”
Allan stands in the doorway giving his best impersonation of a seriously unimpressed boyfriend. It’s not entirely convincing but it still sends guilt flooding through Nolan’s chest.
“I lost track of time.” He scrubs both hands down his face and tosses the files aside.
“No shit.” The detectives dark hair hangs over his forehead, his leather jacket fits him like a glove and his jeans are far too tight to be appropriate for chasing criminals around New York City.
Nolan switches off the desk lamp and grabs his coat and briefcase. A quick glance into the hallway to double check they're alone and Nolan’s lips twitch. “Watch your mouth.”
“Yes, sir.” Allan’s voice is low and utterly unholy. “You ready to go?”
✨
It had not been love at first sight. The pair had not immediately warmed to each other; in fact, Nolan had found the detective arrogant and reckless the first time they'd worked together. He’d broken countless rules, a suspect's leg, IAB had investigated him countless times and rightfully so.
Allan had hunted him down and yelled at him before even introducing himself. Shouted at him in multiple languages as Sam gestured from behind if she wanted him to call security. He gave a shake of his head – he could handle one hothead cop.
“Done?” He asked calmly from his desk when the detective stopped to take a few breaths.
“For now.”
Nolan had taken a deep breath and moved into Allan’s personal space, with barely an inch's difference in their respective heights. He may not be a physically overpowering presence, but he still stood tall like he owned this entire place and everyone in it.
“I appreciate your passion, Detective, but the next time you have a concern, please submit it in writing to my superiors instead of charging in here like an animal, this is /not/ your bullpen, and I do not answer to you. Are we clear?”
After a moment of processing, Allan smiled like that cat that had got the cream and seemed to make it his personal mission to pester him as frequently as possible. At first, Nolan had found it odd and a little irritating, but he had warmed to Allan. He’d grown accustomed to his swagger, his accent, even the overwhelming smell of cigarettes when he was near. He'd started looking forward to those days when Allan would come by – “I was in the neighbourhood” – bringing him coffee and a sweet treat to get him through endless files. Of course he knew the detective had an ulterior motive – he wasn't a subtle man. His visits were too frequent, his gaze too lingering.
After the first time he'd had Allan in the witness stand, they'd gone out for drinks. Nolan was somewhat of a lightweight and it had only taken a few before he'd drunkenly grabbed Allan by the hair and kissed him hard. The detective didn't even hesitate to kiss him back, and they'd spent every weekend in bed together since.
✨
The couple took an Uber back to Nolan’s apartment; they had both agreed months ago it was the nicer of the two. The streets were crowded with people out drinking and last-minute Christmas shoppers. The decision to spend Christmas together had been easy – neither one of them particularly wanted to travel or see relatives. Not when they could lock themselves in the apartment away from the rest of the human race for days. It would be the longest they'd spent together.
Allan was almost giddy when they got home, pouring them both a whiskey before he'd even kicked off his shoes.
“Sit. Relax.” He pushes the glass into Nolan’s hand and waits until he's sat to remove his boyfriend's shoes and socks gently. Nolan’s lips twitch, watching Allan go through the little routine he has for helping him unwind. He puts some gentle background music on, then disappears into the bedroom – something is different tonight.
Nolan stares out the window, watching the lights of the city and sipping his drink. Switching his mind off at the end of the day has always been difficult. Allan has helped him with this, nagging him to try to maintain a nine-to-five working day and not use his laptop when he gets home.
No work tonight, or tomorrow, he decides. It's Christmas, and he deserves this.
After five minutes, Allan comes back to the living room, grinning wickedly, and clutching a red-wrapped Christmas gift. He perches on the coffee table and looks… nervous? When has Allan Fischer ever been nervous around him?
“I thought you wanted to do gifts in the morning,” Nolan hums.
“I did – I mean, I do! But I’ve been thinking about this one all day, and I can’t wait another moment.” He thrusts the box into Nolan’s lap and taps his leg, watching him closely. “Open it, come on.”
Nolan chuckles at the endearing level of impatience and sets his drink down. “Bossy.”
“Not sorry,” Allan grins.
The ribbon slides smoothly across patterned paper and reveals a plain shoebox. Nolan’s brows twist until he lifts the lid and … oh.
It’s truly a box of christmas treats - though entirely unexpected. He lifts the first thing that catches his eye — a roll of thick, red rope. It’s soft like cotton and he grips it in his hand, eyes flicking to Allan and flashing with something dark and dangerous.
He sets the rope aside and picks out the next few items. A smooth satin blindfold, a gag like the kind you see attached to the horses in the park, silver nipple clamps attached to a chain, a feather tickle stick, and a small leather paddle.
“Wow…” Nolan blinks a few times, taking everything in.
“Thoughts?” Allan moves to sit beside him, a hand rubbing at Nolan’s thick, clothed thigh.
“Lots.” They exchange a mischievous grin.
“Have you ever... ?” Allan’s fingers creep around Nolan’s inner thigh, desperate to get any kind of touch. God, it’s been days, and Nolan’s hips rock toward the contact.
“I haven’t,” he admits, twisting his head until their lips brush. “But I understand the theory. This is what you want?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, please…” Allan is practically begging, palming at Nolan’s growing bulge and rubbing at his jaw.
“Tssk—” Nolan clicks his tongue and Allan slowly removes his hand. His voice has lost its tired edge and comes out firm, no nonsense. “No touching. Go shower while I set up the bed.”
Allan scrambles to strip out of his clothes, almost tripping over his own feet on his excited run to the bathroom.
Nolan does not attempt to rush as he sets up their bedroom for Allan’s playtime. He dims the lights, threads the ropes under the bed and sets out the toys and supplies carefully. Tie tossed aside, he rolls up his sleeves past the elbow, but remains otherwise dressed. Allan always seems to like it when he fucks him in his suit.
Allan flies out of the bathroom and onto the bed like he’s just won the lottery and Nolan suppresses a fond smile.
“On your back.”
Allan spends a moment wriggling around to get comfortable, arms and legs outstretched and head propped up on a soft pillow. His damp skin glistens in the lamplight. “Like this?” He’s fishing for praise and they both know it.
“Mmhm. Now, keep still. There’s a good boy.” To his credit, Allan keeps perfectly still except for how his eyes track Nolan as he moves around the bed. He meticulously wraps both ankles and wrists in the rope and secures them in elaborate knots he must have learned in the Boy Scouts. Next, he leans down to fit the blindfold over Allan’s pretty eyes, giving him a wink before everything turns black.
He steps back to carefully observe his hard work and it brings a smile to his face. The bright red of the rope contrasts beautifully against Allan’s skin, arms and legs spread so he forms a large ‘X’, and his cock already flushed and hard. Nolan thinks this is the most exquisite christmas present he could ever have asked for.
He rubs the bit gag between his fingers for a moment, debating. He can have it for a little while; he wants to give his boy a special Christmas treat after all. Although Nolan really likes hearing Allan’s noises and filthy talk.
“Open wide,” He orders and sets the silicone between his teeth, carefully securing it behind his head. “Comfortable?”
He’s rewarded with a grunt and some muffled words that do not sound like much at all. He chuckles softly to himself, maybe enjoying this a little more than he thought he would.
“Good boy.”
Nolan is straining in his pants, aching for some contact or release. But he’s a patient man. He removes every item of clothing - taking his time - and gives his cock one long stroke. The rest of the toys sit in a line on the pillow - perfectly pristine and organised, like everything else he does. His fingers come to a halt on the tickler.
Allan is already wriggling impatiently, testing the strength of his bindings and trying to twist his head to listen for Nolan’s next move. He’s quiet as he takes the stick between his fingers and runs it down the side of Allan’s neck, across his chest and abdomen, around but not over his cock.
The whimper around the bit is the most delicious sound Nolan has ever heard. He repeats the motion, tickling below his balls and finally across his cock. The feathers travel over his inner thigh, back up between his legs, across his slit. He’s straining against the rope, and Nolan hums, pleased with the quality of his gift. Allan is not a weak man, but the ropes and knots are holding strong.
“Are you having fun, pup?”
Grunt.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Nolan leans down to purr into his boyfriends ear. “Make a fist three times if you want me to stop, okay? Squeeze once for yes sir, I understand.”
One squeeze of his fist and Nolan decides it’s time to kick it up a notch. He kneels between Allan’s spread legs and gives a couple of gentle, teasing kisses to his shaft. Cruel, but fun. He takes the nipple clamps in hand and inspects them; little silver balls that resemble something he might find in an office, attached by a thin chain. He leans in and gives each of Allan’s nipples a kiss, lick, tug, until they’re nicely pink, before clipping each one, making hiss against the gag. Nolan gives an exploratory tug of the chain and Allan back arches beautifully off the bed.
“You look good enough to eat, darling…” Nolan gives his own cock another tug, drizzling it with lube and rubbing it against Allan’s bare stomach, making him chase the contact, wiggling against the restraints. Every time he arches toward the touch, Nolan pulls back. “You want more?”
Another clenched fist and Nolan gives one more teasing tug of the chain before releasing him. Allan’s breathing is growing heavier and his cock dribbles, begging for Nolan’s attention. He gives it one wicked swipe of his tongue and rubs a lube covered finger over his hole. It earns him a muffled whimper and he tries to spread his legs further and rut against it, the rope restricting his movements and making him whine like a needy puppy.
Nolan shushes him softly and circles the ring of muscle for an ungodly amount of time. He waits until he’s pushing two knuckles inside to start stroking his own cock more vigously. It’s got to be the most erotic sight of his life and he’s torn between quickly spraying his boyfriend with cum, or dragging it out for both of them.
Allan lets out a sigh that makes his entire body loose and pliant, sucking up Nolan’s finger and he adds another with ease. “That’s it. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
He finds that bundle of nerves and crooks his fingers, teasing it, once, twice, then removing his fingers entirely. Allan moans and groans against the bit, attempting to get words out but unable to.
“What’s that?” Nolan crawls up and kisses Allan’s mouth around the gag. “If I take this out, will you be good and quiet for me?” A whimper and a frantic nod and clench of his fingers.
Nolan removes the gag and doesn’t give Allan a chance to say a word before claiming his mouth, kissing him hard and swirling his tongue around. He releases him and presses a finger to his lips. “That’s my good boy.”
He wiggles down and unties one ankle, twisting Allan’s leg across, exposing his ass cheek, ripe and ready for attention. The smooth leather of the paddle rubs across his freckled skin and Allan shivers.
“Please…”
Nolan raises the paddle and brings it down hard. Allan’s entire body jolts as he flinches, and Nolan pauses to check on his boy. He’s panting hard, his muscles bunched but shows no sign of wanting to stop. He smacks him again, and again, until the skin is a bright pink and Allan’s teeth are gritted but there’s no missing the way he’s rocking his cock against the sheets.
The skin of Allan’s ass is hot to the touch and Nolan rubs at it, soothing him.
“What do you need, pup?”
“Need to cum…” Allan spreads his thighs, arching and presenting himself like the most delectable Christmas dinner. “Please, sir, please, fuck me…”
Both of them are almost vibrating with need and Nolan can no longer resist the urge. Their bodies sticky with sweat and lube, they stick together and the friction is too much for Allan who cries out when Nolan pushes inside him – breaching him with ease and immediately buried to the hilt. His thrusts are hard and claiming, predatory in his fucking. Each thrust says mine, mine, mine.
“Fuck! Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop…” Tears start to leak out Allan’s eyes and his cock bobs, leaking a continous stream of precum onto his abs.
Nolan growls softly and grabs at the chain connecting both nipples and tugs, hard. It’s so much, so overwhelming, Allan cries out, his shouts of pleasure echoing. His veins pop with each strain against the ropes and his body jerks under Nolan’s controlling grip. Each movement pulls on the clamps, burning his chest, then he’s pulled back onto Nolan’s cock.
“Cum for me, pup.” It’s an order not a request and Allan is always his good boy. His body goes rigid for a moment before he’s shooting a flood of cum across both of them, coating them, leaving them an unholy sticky mess. It’s too good and Nolan’s pace turns frantic, his perfect control slipping as the fucking turns frenzied. He chases it and chases it, not releasing his grip on the chain, even as Allan squirms and cries and his cock softens.
The noise that leaves Nolan’s throat is something resembling a growl, and he’s so fucking deep, like he’s trying to plant himself in Allan’s warm flesh. Cum spills out onto the sheets and he collapses, forehead pressed into the crook of Allan’s neck.
They both breathe deep and heavy, shuddering through their shared euphoric aftershocks.
“That was… wow.” Allan chuckles and turns to nuzzle at Nolan, attempting to budge the blindfold.
“Let me…” Nolan forces himself to move, despite the fluid sensation in his limbs. He tosses the blindfold aside and carefully removes the clamps. The ropes are next, and he leaves gentle kisses on the each mark they’ve left on Allan’s skin. He cleans them both up with a warm cloth and embraces his boyfriend, spooning him with a hand pressed over his heart.
“Merry Christmas, sir.” Allan smiles, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Merry Christmas, pup.”