JC places a slightly shaking hand onto Justin's warm chest and gently presses him onto his back. The brunette smiles shyly down at his lover and without breaking their intense eye contact; he reaches a slender hand underneath Justin retrieving the silken tie from his robe. Justin's eyes quickly divert from the deep pools of blue upon feeling the smooth object pull against his torso. "What are you doing?" the blond breaths. JC follows the path of Justin's eyes toward the tie. "Well…umm…I wanted to…" he pauses while lifting the piece of silk up as if it would answer the question, "… you know." Justin watches as the color flows effortlessly into JC's cheeks basking them in a pinkish hue. He bends his head back and gives a knowing smile toward the ceiling controlling his urge to laugh. The blond rests his piercing gaze on the slender man sitting on him and continues teasing his bashful lover. When their eyes meet again, Justin tilts his head, shaking it while shrugging his shoulders, "Ummm…I don't know what you are talking about, baby," he replies; the words laced with false confusion. JC playfully swats Justin's shoulder with a sinful laugh, "Like hell you don't." He then leans down and whispers into the blonde's ear. "I want to tie you up," he purrs. "May I?" the brunette solicits while his tongue traces the sultry lips of his lovers. Justin captures the teasing tongue and raises his head presenting him a better angle. The blond continues indulging the zealous and domineering kiss while his hand skillfully runs up and down the brunette's side. The young lover slowly ends their blissful connection and stares heatedly at the moist and swollen mouth, not wanting to stop but knowing if they continue he would have a hard time giving in to JC. Having made his decision, Justin carefully moves his lover, rolls onto his hands and knees, and crawls the short distance to the headboard. He coyly looks over his shoulder, running his tongue over the smooth sun bronzed surface before speaking in a husky voice. "Do you want me here?" he asks, nodding toward the headboard. "Do you want to tie me to the headboard, baby?" JC's only acknowledgement is a slight nod; his attention focuses on the alluring globes of silky flesh bathing his view. The brunette licks his lips while the blond spreads his legs wider, inviting JC in. JC watches on bended knees as Justin rubs his cheek on his golden shoulder and runs a skillful hand over his ass, dipping dangerously into the darken crevice. "Do you see something you like?" The blond asks. "Roll over," JC nearly moans. Justin smiles and slowly rolls onto his back, hands above his head displaying his sculpted perfection to his lover. "Like this," he teases. JC scrambles up the slippery material and crawls over Justin's offered body. The blond chuckles, "Anxious much," he taunts. JC straddles the blonde's chest, cock hanging dangerously close to his lover's lips ignoring the taunting. The brunette hisses when he feels a rough surface tease the end of his sensitive slit. He reflexively jerks his hips back avoiding the tantalizing tongue. JC reaches forward with the silken strap a second time and again Justin gives his phallus a quick lick. The brunette moves back sitting on the blonde's stomach. JC uses the back of his hand and slaps Justin's chest, "Stop that," he huffs. Justin peers sheepishly up at JC, "Stop what?" "You know what I mean." The blond laughs. "I guess if you want to tie me up you'll have to suffer the consequences." "Suffer, huh." JC lifts up onto his knees and then leans forward, "I guess I'll just have to suffer." The brunette lines his cock up with Justin's pouty lips, brushing a glint of precum on them, but his lover keeps his lips sealed. "Come on." The blond shakes his head. "Fine," the older man reaches for the pliant wrists, "hsssssss, damn it," he manages to breath out as he nearly topples onto his prone boyfriend. His hand fists in the pillow as his eyes focus on his lover's lips. "Justin…mmmmm…." The brunette's body convulses, hips jerk forward. JC wraps his fingers around the cast iron headboard, his grip white knuckled tight. Once he regains his composure, he brings his second hand up to meet the first. JC's hips slowly rock forward, allowing Justin the opportunity to adjust to the increasing amount of the brunette's cock down his narrow passage. Justin closes his eyes and inhales as the masculine scent of his lover penetrates his being. At an awkward angle, he bobs his head gently allowing his teeth to ghost over the sensitive skin. The blond quickly finds a rhythm and works the thick phallus mercilessly. He hears his lover's reactions above him and quickens his pace. JC tips his head back and removes one hand from the headboard and places it onto his hips, guiding them, controlling them. He gnaws on the corner of his bottom lip while his eyes remain closed. Gently he rocks his body, savoring the intimate contact, delving into an abyss of pleasure. He licks his lips several times and groans loudly when he feels Justin's tongue dip into slit of his cock, lapping up the milky substance leaking from it. JC's hand now roams aimlessly over narrow hips and muscular stomach eventually resting on a taut sensitive nipple. The brunette pinches the nub and stimulates himself even further. He nearly releases, but his heated gaze falls onto the small night table and reminds him of his previous task. The brunette reluctantly pulls free from Justin's godsend of a mouth. "Thought…" he says with a heavy breath, "thought you could distract me." "What do… mean thought?" Justin smirks, "I almost had you…," he stammers. The brunette takes a deep breath and leans once more over the top of his lover while Justin's lips kiss the underside of his cock and perineum. JC closes his eyes trying desperately to ignore what the blond is doing and focus on the task at hand. He leans his cheek heavily against the headboard and lets out a long deep moan as Justin sucks in one of his balls, whirling his tongue skillfully around the heavy sac. The brunette is given a momentary brake, while the blond moves his tongue toward the older man's aperture. JC forces himself to concentrate and carefully ties Justin's hands with the narrow piece of silk. Once the bindings are in place, JC regretfully moves his body away from Justin's tortuous tongue. "Got…cha'," JC huffs resting back onto his lover's hips. "So it appears." JC stares at his captive as he haphazardly runs his nimble fingers over Justin's taut skin. "Are you just gonna stare at me all night, baby? Or are you gonna do something with that hard cock of yours?" Justin's sultry voice pulls the brunette from his trance and he smirks, "Sugah, you don't know the half of it." JC reaches a free hand toward the night stand and blindly grasps another long piece of silk, pink this time. He drapes it carelessly over the captured man running its smooth surface over hypersensitive skin. The brunette watches as his lover's body breaks out with goose bumps. Justin shivers with anticipation, "What cha' gonna do with that, baby?" JC swishes it over the blonde's body again before sitting up on his knees and then rubbing it behind his balls. His heated gazes falls upon the prone man's and an evil smile forges across his face. JC watches as his younger lover stares unconsciously at the pink material and the forbidden regions it is touching. The brunette wraps the silk around his cock and slowly pumps his fist over it. The older man's head tips back while he continues pleasuring himself. A soft moan distracts JC from his ministrations and his head snaps forward. Their eyes meet, "What cha'…" Justin tries repeating his last statement but is entranced by the pink cloth. JC removes the slightly dampened cloth from his erection and rubs it against Justin's skin. He leers up at the blond, "I'm gonna put it over your eyes," he whispers. Before Justin can respond, the pink silk cloth is drawn over his azure eyes and gently tied around his head. "JC?" "Trust me baby," the brunette licks the side of Justin's face. "It'll be all right. I read somewhere that when one sense is taken away the others compensate for it. In this case, your sense of touch will be totally overwhelmed," he whispers. With his eyes covered and hands tied, Justin is at the mercy of his older lover and not so secretly loving every second of it. "Now what." He felt his lover's lithe body lean toward the night stand and then return, resting comfortably on the younger man's stomach. JC's eyes shimmer with mirth as he organizes the items from the small bedside table. He carefully removes some of the items from their packaging and sets these items near Justin's chest. While studying his arrangement, the brunette watches Justin's nostrils flare allowing the blond to take in more of the scent left on the pink blindfold. "You smell so good, baby," the blond murmurs. JC ignores the comment while making his selection. He wrestles with a small container. It crinkles chaotically and annoyingly in Justin's ears. "What the hell are you doing? It sounds like you're tangling with one hellaof a piece of plastic and its kicking your ass." "Shut up," JC whispers, smiling victoriously as the hard plastic finally lets go of its prisoner. "I've got it ready now." The brunette scoots further back on Justin's body and reaches behind grasping Justin's hard cock. He nestles himself against it aligning the reddened phallus with his ass cheeks. "Like a glove," he says softly. "I heard that," the blond answers, thrusting his hips up causing an intense amount of friction to course over his shaft. "Ahh… that's nice… mmmm," he thrusts again. JC places both of his hands onto the rising hips. "Stop, sugah." When the blond stops his movements the older man releases his hold. JC glances down at the arrangement of toys and smiles softly. He coyly lifts a finger to his lips in contemplation. "What to use first." "Come on baby. Give it to me." JC ran his fingers over Justin's chest and watches as his lover shivers once again. "Perfect," the brunette muses. He reaches down and picks up a clear bottle with a red gel confined with in it. The brunette flips open the top and tips it over Justin's highly sensitive skin. JC watches his lover's body quake as the cool liquid gel collides with his heated flesh. The older lover draws quirky patterns with the gel nearly emptying the bottle before closing the lid and setting it down on the bed beside him. "Are you ready lover?" Before Justin can answer, JC's hands are dancing over his chest, smearing the gel. The brunette continues rubbing the cool substance into Justin's skin and unconsciously grinding his cock into his lover's navel. Justin moans. "Feel good sugah?" Justin licks his lips and nods his head once. He then rolls his head slightly back when JC blows on his nipple. "Awww…god….baby…." "You like that?" JC continues blowing on the harden nubs. "Ye…yeah." Justin points his toes and flexes his arms. "What is…is that…mmmm?" "It's called warming gel. It's feels cool against your skin when its applied and then…" JC pauses as he exhales his breath against Justin neck. "Then when you blow on it or smooth something lightly over it…" he blows again, "it feels really warm." "Yeah…mmmm." Justin feels JC's weight shift. "Where…what…?" "I've got you completely at my mercy for once and you think I'm leaving." JC reaches for the bottle again and another item. He opens the cap and pools the gel into the palm of his hands. The brunette slowly lifts himself up onto his knees and maneuvers his way over Justin erect phallus. He allows only the tip of Justin's cock to make contact with his skin, brushing it against his ass. The older lover rests on the blonde's knees before running the gel over his lover's genitals, hips, and upper thighs. Then the intoxicating torture began. JC takes the second item and slowly draws it against Justin's gel covered skin. Brushing it over the blonde's nipples and down his left side. JC watches as his lover's chest heaves and his hips jerk up at the soft contact. Watching with bated breath as the blond runs his tongue over his parched lips and gnaws on his lover lip. The brunette continues his assault and draws figure eights over Justin's torso and chest. Justin's fist clench and he arches up forcefully. "What the hell… is that? Ohhhh…sssss…" "Why it's only a teeny weeny feather. You're man enough to handle a feather aren't you baby?" JC moves the soft feathery article down the middle of Justin's stomach and risks a swipe over his lover's hard cock; the blonde's hip rise off of the sheets as each section of his body heats up with every pass of the feather. The brunette's hand absentmindedly smoothes the feather over Justin's exposed torso. Little by little the soft ticklish touch becomes one of heightened euphoric pleasure. JC skillfully traces the object over Justin's tense nipples and down the rapidly expanding chest. He then nonchalantly dips the end of the feather into Justin's navel, swirling it around and around for a short period of time. Justin's mind desperately tries controlling his body's reaction toward the feathery touch. He clenches his fists above his head and continues lifting his hips. The young lover feels JC lay down beside him, still assailing his body with the soft object. He struggles slightly, "Come on, stop playing. Fuck me," he pants. JC giggles. "Nope." The brunette lifts his leg and places it on top of Justin's smooth thigh. He moves it over the blonde's heated skin while pressing his own erection into the young lover's hip. "C… you're kill… killing me… hsssss." "I know." JC brushes the tip over Justin's hard cock, following the shaft downward and eventually paying attention to the tight sacs. Gently, patiently inciting a rapturous performance from Justin. "I'm rather enjoying myself, sugah. Besides, in the end… you'll thank me." JC leans down and places tender kisses on Justin's neck and collarbone, rubbing his leg back down Justin's thigh. "Trust me." The brunette traces the feather up his younger lover's side, over his clavicle and behind the ear. "You know," JC purrs, "You can make someone orgasm with just two simple items." He pauses for effect and nibbles on Justin's ear, "A tube of warming oil," he sucks on the earlobe and whispers, "check. And an ostrich feather," he taps the head of Justin's cock and then rubs it into the leaking slit. "Check." The brunette licks his lover's neck and then blows on the wet skin, sending another wave a sensation coursing through his lover's body. "Oh... God... Oh... God," Justin pleads. "I'm cumm..." "Yes, I know," the brunette mumbles and continues moving the feather against the blond's sensitive tip. He watches fervently at Justin's skin as it twitches with every encounter of the feather. "Amazing isn't it?" He remarks as he observes his lover's first climax, licking his lips.