Looking for trouble
Cyn tilted his head to glance at the arm around him. There was no reproach in that, just mild curiosity. As personal space went, Cyn's 'bubble' was at least two inches under his skin. So if Jan wanted to touch, paw or otherwise act the possessive male, sure, let him.
In fact, Cyn was more than willing to help him out in that regard. Turning slightly, he pressed himself against Jan's side, resting a hand on the small of his back. They were almost equal height, making it easy for him to lean forward and whisper in his companion's ear.
"Give me your best shot."
He smiled at the bouncers then, keeping eye contact for as long as possible. One never knew who might feel like playing later on.
"VečernÃÂ."
He watched Cyn's progress across the room, took in the hands that slowly ran themselves down his chest without expression.
So what, the kid couldn't do this out in the bar? He has to tease here in private once Jan was done playing? Figures.
He regarded Cyn's still clothed form with disapproval. Did he have to do everything himself? Jan tugged on the waistline of the pants.
"This need to go. With feeling or without. I don't really care."
He stepped back and dropped his hands to his own waistband, popping the button fly without taking his eyes off Jan. Stripping with feeling was tempting, but too much effort and it would take too long, so he just finished unbuttoning and shimmied out, the soft material reluctantly letting go of him to slide down. Boots and socks followed in short order.
Fully naked, Cyn held his arms out at his side, chin lifted and wholly unashamed. He stayed like that, waiting for Jan to be the one to make the move this time.
"Better?"
Of course, the little snot was impatient as all hell so admiring the view would have to wait. He took hold of Cyn by the shoulders and steered them both to the bed. Turning the boy around towards the bed, he slipped his arms around him and pulled Cyn tight against him.
He nibbled on one ear before sliding his lips gently lower, deceptively soft before biting him hard on the neck.
"There's the bed, I suppose you remember what to do once you're in it."
((OOC: Permission granted to move, bite and otherwise abuse Cyn))
He wriggled out of the embrace, making sure to rub as much skin against skin as possible. Once he was free, he moved onto the bed, once again displaying his practiced slow crawl skills. He kneaded the mattress to test the softness before flashing a grin at Jan over his shoulder.
"I think I need a refresher course on that."
He knelt on the bed behind Cyn and grabbed hold of one small hip, pulling the boy back up against him.
"Really? Perhaps next time. That wasn't what I had in mind tonight." He ran one hand lightly over one firm cheek smirking at the thought that a certain pushy little brat probably -could- use a spanking. He'd enjoy it far too much though. Jan let his hand linger there a moment longer as if contemplating it before moving further up onto the bed, leaning over to the cheap little night stand where the club placed all the toys for your playing pleasure.
Raising his eyebrows thoughtfully at the handcuffs, Jan pushed them aside in search of the lube. They weren't a bad idea though, little smart ass can say anything he wanted, Jan was good at ignoring things.
Perhaps another time.
Cyn glanced over his shoulder again, but kept the exact position he had been pulled. Jan wanted him on his knees, yeah, he was okay with that.
What the fuck was taking so long, though? "Getting distracted there?"
Jan twisted open the tube and squeezed some of the liquid out onto his fingers. Being playful is nice, warming this up would probably be nice.. Cyn really wasn't warranting nice. Jan smoothed it down over his fingers just enough so that it wasn't all in one spot before placing his now cool slick fingers between his smug little friend's thighs, dragging them slowly upward.
"Before I followed you any where I'd have to gift you with a gag." He smirked slightly before pushing his fingers slowly inside.
A little bit of pain lacing his pleasure was something Cyn had learned to appreciate a long time ago. More than appreciate, really, he had started to crave it. It was not enough!
He pushed back against Jan's fingers impatiently, making soft whining noises low in his throat.
"More!"
Jan paused only a moment, more for himself than Cyn. The boy wanted to be demanding then he couldn't really expect nice little things like letting him get used to situation. He began to move at a reasonable pace, not any slow movements to prolong the experience, this was per request after all.
Holding onto Cyn's hips, he pulled him hard against him with each thrust.
"Anything else, while you're demanding?"
He lowered himself, taking his weight on his forearms instead of his wrists and braced himself to better meet the thrusts instead of getting shoved forward every time. His body adjusted to the invasion, causing nerve endings to tingle and throb pleasantly instead of screaming out in agony.
"Yesss," he hissed between clenched teeth, forcing himself to just push back at Jan's set pace without forcing the issue. For now. So focussed was he in the sensations coursing through him, he didn't even hear Jan's question.
Jan quickened the pace, closing his eyes and enjoying himself. No doubt Cyn would get demanding here soon. Start getting pushy, say something to break his concentration on the sensations. Which were far more important than needy boy.
Taking his hands off Cyn's hips a moment, he drug his nails slowly across that smooth back situated so conveniently in front of him.
That hissed response was quite nice, perhaps he should try for another.
He only had a moment to register the sudden lack of pressure on his hips and then little rivers of fire started running down his back. He choked on the mangled noise coming out of his throat, which was a bit of a cross between a surprised meep and a warning growl.
Was there blood? He lifted his head and sniffed, but couldn't catch the scent of it. Pity.
"Do it," he whispered, mind not quite processing the fact that Jan might not know what he was talking about.
He smiled slightly at the "do it." As far as demands go, Jan didn't find that one so unappealing to comply with. Leaning over Cyn, he sank his fangs into his shoulder, savoring the sweet flow of blood on his tongue for a moment before whispering innocently next to Cyn's ear,
"Do What?"
As always the smell of blood woke up all his aggressive tendencies, it didn't particularly matter who the blood belonged to. His own fangs lengthened in response, practically itching to be allowed to pierce something. Only the fact that his mouth was open kept him from damaging his own tongue before realising it. Not yet! Any taste of blood right now would be more than enough to set him off. Too soon for that.
"Do it... harder," he croaked out, his voice taking on a guttural quality.
He placed one arm on the bed and the other around Cyn's waist riding him hard as he continued to drink. This wasn't going to last much longer. The twin sensations were already overwhelming him. Jan banished the concern from his mind along with any other thinking.
He did say he'd make the kid pay for drinking his wine, Jan considered this payment served up and then some. A better trade any day.
He could start to feel the tension drawing together low in his abdomen and then moving even lower, causing an almost pained sensation. He curled his hands, short fingernails digging little half moons into his palm with the effort it took not to do something to hurry this along.
However, Cyn was not known for his self restraint and it didn't take long for his control to snap. A little bit of a struggle and he managed to get his arm underneath him, immediately closing a hand around his own aching erection.
Three rough strokes were enough to push him over the edge. His whole body shook, stars exploded behind his eyes and his jaw snapped shut in the exact moment he came, causing him to bite two little holes clean through his bottom lip.
He held Cyn tightly until it was over. Eventually opening his eyes and looking down, Jan found it hard not to feel an ache of desire even this soon afterwards. There was something just so appealing about seeing Cyn spent and calm for one brief moment. Of course, so was Jan, and while it caused him a pang of attraction there wasn't much he could do about it in his current near boneless state.
He slowly pulled away from Cyn and climbed out of the bed. Noticing the bloody lower lip, Jan was moved, his artistic soul perhaps, seeing it as a beautiful symbol of the pain of pleasure..or perhaps the pleasure of pain. Whichever. He leaned down and kissed it gently before going to get something to clean them both up.
He heard Jan move somewhere behind him but could just not be bothered to look. He stretched, concentrating on each throb and twinge that made themselves known. Hmmm, that was nice. The lack of thoughts were also nice.
He sucked the injured lip into his mouth, licking the little holes. Those could be instant piercings, just add steel. Cyn chuckled softly to himself, letting his body settle comfortably.
He ran the towel gently over Cyn, cleaning him and then the bed before setting the towel aside and climbing back into the bed. Looking over at his companion, Jan pushed a few strands out of Cyn's eyes before rolling onto his back and staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a few moments of without thinking, Jan said quietly.
"So was that the sort of trouble you were looking for?"
He reached out, dragging a fingertip down Jan's side. "Its one sort of trouble. Pleasant sort, will do for now. Unless you're up for another round or in the mood to scare up something else."
His hand came to rest on a pale hip, fingers splaying to see how far he could reach up if he placed the bottom of his palm against the top of Jan's thigh.