homose xu a l ..,,.❤️🚀

🌱 Restrained

[Smut!]

Lee didn't know how Jay tasted so amazing. He loved his lips, he loved kissing him so hard that Jay had to grab onto his waist so he didn't push him away. He loved tracing his jawline with his thumb when he placed his hands on Jay's cheeks and how he hardly complained when he found himself subconsciously grinding against Jay's leg while he layed on top of him, pressing their chests together, his breathing getting heavier and heavier until Jay could barely contain himself any longer.

Slowly, Jay moved his hands up towards Lee's wrists and lowered them down onto the mattress above his head. He tapped his hands twice as a silent way of telling him not to move them, then straightened himself up to unbuckle the belt he wore around his waist. Lifting Lee's left hand up, he looped the leather belt around his wrist and tightened it, possibly too tight from the small flinch Lee gave. Jay was not planning on loosening it. Bringing his right hand up next to the first, he slipped the belt through the buckle after wrapping it around his right hand and— after inserting the belt through the buckle two more times, tightened it again and clipped the belt buckle shut.

"Move your hands," Lee attempted to seperate his hands, his wrists barely moving from their situation. "Hurts?"

Lee nodded hesitantly.

"Good." That caused a small giggle to leave Lee's lips.

Then, Jay leaned over the bed for a minute, reaching down to the third draw of his bedside table and pulling it out. He took a second belt from the draw, along with a vibrator. Just a silver, rather shiny one, medium-sized, bullet-shaped. He repositioned himself above Lee and put the vibrator down on the bed next to Lee's torso. He placed a hand on Lee's exposed thigh (since they had already planned ahead for this and slipped off Lee's trousers beforehand) and seperated it from the other.

"Bend," said Jay, Lee bending his leg up at the knee so it was easier for Jay to spread him. He wandered his gaze up Lee's body, led down atop the bed blanket, pretty much completely unable to move, decorative and exposed, all the way up to his face, which gazed up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact so he would not get intimidated. Nevertheless, Jay wanted that. "Look at me."

After a second of hesitation, Lee moved his vision from the ceiling to Jay's face, only a few inches away from his. Lee cried out when Jay suddenly struck the belt against his thigh as he had no sort of warning for it. His face instinctively tilted upwards back to the ceiling so he could steady himself, but Jay tugged at his hair to align their eyes again.

"You're a dog, aren't you?" His head tilted faintly as he spoke. "Just a whiny little mutt for me, yeah?"

Lee exhaled through his nose, subtly nodding as each question; he did not care whether they were rhetorical or not. Jay hit his leg again on the same spot as before, not removing his gaze from Lee's eyes. The corners of his lips tugged into a smile at the groan that left Lee's throat.

"You sound so sweet," he pressed a few kisses on Lee's neck before dragging the folded belt down Lee's chest, past his boxers and back atop his thigh. "A little louder, yeah?"

Not waiting for an answer, Jay whipped Lee's thigh again, this time below the place he was struck before. Lee did not need to force himself to be louder; a breathy moan left him and he could have sworn it echoed off of the walls for a moment.

"Good boy." Jay moved his unoccupied hand up to Lee's head and ruffled his hair, Lee humming appreciatively.

It felt like at least an hour before Jay stopped— maybe it was an hour, or maybe it was more, or less and just felt prolonged. Upon inspection, Lee's left thigh was the one that was bruised the most, possibly due to the fact that Jay had started on that thigh. Multiple parts of said thigh had bruised red, which would soon enough turn a pretty shade of purple which would most definitely remind Lee of who owned his ass every time he saw him. The marks made a path down to the part where Lee's leg bends. Luckily for Jay, Lee's skin bruised like a peach, and the marks lasted for quite a long time: a good amount of weeks to a month depending on how hard he bit or spanked or sucked.