The Man I Became... Because of You (Completed)

The Quiet

Can went into the bath first then Tin after putting the bags and so on away. When he came out of the shower, hair wet, eyes cool, Can was waiting, naked, soft leather cords in his hand.

"Can?" Tin wanted to be sure that he knew what he was asking far.

"Yes. Please Tin. I want to be quiet with you."

There was a pleading look in Can's face that made Tin suck in a breath. It was rare that they did this and even rarer for Can to ask for it. 

Being tied down was a different thing for Can. It brought about a change in him; made him vulnerable and eased the energy coursing through his body, almost like a dam that held it all back until he was released.

Can wasn't truly that submissive. He listened to Tin on most things and had poor instincts but when it came to sex, he was absolutely involved. He often topped from the bottom, or if Tin was feeling particularly possessive or moody, he would meet him half way. Can wasn't a beggar either but Tin wasn't really into that kind of thing (despite past displays of possessiveness and immaturity). Rather Can was more inclined to talk dirty or come home with some plan from Lemon and make a mess of it while still managing to somehow touch Tin's heart.

They had tried this once for Tin's birthday and found that it brought about a transformation in Can. He found it difficult to articulate it and settled for calling it Quiet.

"Lye back. You know the position." Tin instructed.

"Yes." 

Can lay back and Tin dropped his towels then walked over and took the ties. He carefully tied both Can's hands and then his left ankle. Despite tying the cord to the bed, he left Can's right foot free. Then he got up, opened the draw and pulled out the blindfold. Can saw this and moaned. Tin eased over Can and slipped it over his eyes.

"What's the safe word?"

"Peach."

"When do you say it?"

"When I'm uncomfortable, need a break, in pain or I don't like what's happening."

"Good. When do you cum?"

"When you say I can." Can whispered softly and shuddered. 

"What happens when you disobey?"

"I get punished." The words came out in a whimper now and Tin smiled. Can giving his submission was one of the most sexiest things he had every experienced in his life and so rare, it needed to be treasured. 

Tin slowly massaged Can's neck, down his back, then over his cheeks.  He listened to the whimpers and sighs as he worked his hands down over his thighs, lightly ran his finger tips behind Can's knees and then made his way to his feet. 

Maybe is was from playing football, but Can had really sensitive feet and Tin massaged the arches before doing something he rarely did. He sucked on Can's largest toe.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh Tin! Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" Can writhed on the bed as Tin's tongue cradled his toe in hot, wet, heat. The sensations went straight to his dick and he forgot that he wasn't supposed to cum without permission. He rose to the peak and as the song of his moans told Tin he was close, the man released his feet.

"No! Tin. Please!" Can whimpered, feeling the orgasm recede slowly.

"In a timing my love. All in a timing." Tim murmured as he kneaded Can's thighs and sucked hickeys on the sensitive inside skin. The closer he got, the stiller Can got. He was uncertain where Tin would go but he had hope. He really had hope...

Tin eased Can's leg up and looked at the pink rose.

"Do you want it?" He whispered but Can was so focused, he heard him clearly.