Just One Night

Joseph had half a mind to sink his teeth into Caesar's cock, but he knew that would probably fetch him far more trouble than it was worth. Besides just that, if he and Caesar were going to get into the habit of sleeping together, it was probably best to leave him relatively uninjured. So, shoving his mischievous and cruel thoughts to the back of his mind, he ran his tongue over the parts of Caesar he could reach with his limited ability to move. He sucked on him as was demanded, though he was sure to give Caesar disapproving looks as he did so.

Caesar played with his hair a little, hoping to annoy him; as soon as he was hard, he pulled out of his mouth.

"Now's the part where I give you foreplay--that's what you wanted yesterday, right?"

Joseph nodded cautiously. This had to be some sort of trick. He didn't like being the one tricked, it was no fun this way. He strained against his restraints out of habit, still hoping for miraculous escape. Having no luck, he resigned to his face, bracing himself.

"You're going to be my woman for tonight--that's the favor I want. So I'll have to prepare you." He pulled up Joseph's shirt as well as he could under the cords; when his bare nipples were exposed, he rubbed them with his fingertips, gently at first.

Joseph immediately bit his lip and squirmed. This was the last thing he wanted. It was humiliating, although he wasn't sure whether it was because he was tied up or because he was playing the role of the woman. Either way, he attempted to squirm out of Caesar's grasp but with his arms bound, it was a particularly useless fight.

"C-come on, Caesar, that's a pretty hefty favor for just untying me," he complained, swallowing nervously. "I mean, it's not like you hurt that bad the other night."

He pressed his knee against Joseph's crotch and licked his nipples, maintaining eye contact.

"What was that, JoJo?"

"Ah! Ah...! Ahhaha," he quickly attempted to laugh to cover up his very obvious moans. "N...nothing," he muttered beneath his breath.

"I thought you said nothing," he replied pleasantly, running his hands over his his stomach and chest. "But you do know you can talk, right? I'm used to loud women--it's almost endearing in its own way."

"Well, maybe I would feel more talkative if I could move my arms," Joseph told him pointedly.

"If only I could relate," he replied flatly, unzipping his pants and groping him.

Joseph inhaled sharply, trying to desperately squirm away from him. It was strange to feel Caesar touching him so invasively, although not entirely unwanted.

"You didn't seem to mind touching me so much last night," he said, shrugging. "You're the one that started this, right? We're just finishing it."

Although he wanted to, he couldn't entirely argue that Caesar was wrong. He had started this whole mess.

"Yeah well, it's your fault for never letting me get any sleep, you douche!" he insisted.

"You could have just asked me to be quiet," he replied, unimpressed. "You're the one who decided the best course of action was to tie me up." He stroked him from top to bottom, teasing the head with his finger tips.

He bit his lip. Yeah, okay, maybe that hadn't been the smartest course of action, true, but he hadn't thought it through at the time.

"Well, it worked," he replied sheepishly.

"And this works too. You're pretty hard already, huh? Do you want me to put it in soon?" He stroked Joseph's hair. "You're beautiful like this, you know--is that what you want to hear?"

Joseph opened his mouth to make a snappy reply before he promptly shut it when his entire face turned red.

"Don't treat me like a woman, you douche," he growled, refusing to look at Caesar.

"Why? I thought you were so keen on foreplay yesterday? I've only ever given foreplay to women, JoJo."

"Y-yeah, well, I changed my mind," he grumbled, refusing to look at Caesar. He was positive his face was much redder than he intended it to be.

"You can either specifically tell me what you want, or take it like a woman," he offered, smiling his most charming smile. "It's about the lady's pleasure at all times."

Joseph snorted at that.

"If that were the case, you would've untied me forever ago. Besides, come on, I'm already hard, it's not like I'm going to run away at this point, you could free up my arms," he whined, offering Caesar the most innocent face he possibly could in his current situation.

"But you don't need your arms--I only need you to spread your legs." He pulled Joseph's pants down further. "Do you have any lubricant in here?"

Joseph glared at him. He couldn't believe Caesar had resisted his pouty face.

"...in the nightstand," he said with a sigh. "You're cruel, you know that?"

"Yes, JoJo, I'm very cruel--after all, I tied you up and touched you intimately all for a selfish night of rest." He grabbed the lubricant and squirted it onto his fingers, then spread Joseph's cheeks with his spare hand.

"Have you ever touched yourself here before?"

Joseph swallowed as his face flushed red. "Have you?" he asked defensively, completely avoiding answering the question.