Pyjama Cords – The Ties That Bind

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Title : Pyjama Cords – The Ties That Bind
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Rating : NC-17
Warning : AU, RPS
Archiving : Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive and switch_bottoms
Authors: mooms(Viggo) and govi20 (Sean)
Summary : Two nights later, after Nerdy Sean has done some research
DISCLAIMER : Not true, it never happened, it's just all lies!

Seguel to : Pyjama Game and Pyjama Tops and Bottoms 

Pyjama Cords – The Ties That Bind

 

~Sean~

I am home early like always on Wednesday and I have been looking forward to it. Ever since two nights ago, the mental image of tying Viggo up hasn’t left my head. I wanted to do it there and then, but my Mum called and after a phone call with her, my libido is basically dead, although Viggo mocks me about it.

But it gave me some time to prepare myself. I didn’t talk to Viggo about it and I have no idea whether he’ll like it or not, but I think it’s worth a try. I went to the public library and read some chapters in this book called ‘Bondage for everyone’, tucked away in a book about geography.

I don’t know what I expected, but there were some things in it... well let’s just say I felt all hot and bothered going home, and it took a long, cold shower to get me relaxed again. It was educational though. It showed a complete gallery of ropes, handcuffs and other materials for restraining. For the time being I’ll just go for the pyjama cord, if only for sentimental reasons : Viggo loves my pyjamas.

After I  have changed into my pyjamas, I go to the kitchen and fill up a bowl with chocolate paste, strawberry jam and get out  a canister of whipped cream. I put the ice bucket next to it : I’ll fill that when I’ve got Vig ready.

I go to the bedroom and pick out two small ties. I test their strength and they seem quite strong enough to tie up Vig’s feet. I attach them to the frame on the foot of the bed and tuck them away. Content with the arrangements I have made, I’ll just have to wait for Viggo to arrive now.

I sit down on my couch and think of my strategy, I mean it’s not very likely for Viggo to just walk to the bedroom lie down and let me tie him up. We both like the fight and struggle. Usually we don’t come near to the bedroom until we have had each other in the hall, in the kitchen or in the living room.

But this time, I want him on the bed. Start nicely and then catch him by surprise. Just show him there is more to my pyjamas then meets the eye. And then when I have him immobilised ,we can play. The anticipation is making me hard already. Finally the doorbell rings.

I open the door and he’s at me right away, pushing me against the wall, kissing me. After a while he releases me so I can get my breath back.

“Erm Vig, my knee hurts, could we please go to the bedroom and lie down?’

 

~Viggo~

 

On my way home tonight, I am thinking about Sean again. Since that first night together just over a week ago, seems like I have thought of very little else.  This sweet, shy, introverted teacher has really got under my skin !

 

Then, the night before last, he really took me by surprise with his show of dominance and aggression and I loved it ! Amazing that even at my advanced age and after a lifetime of experience, you can still learn stuff about yourself. I can’t help but wonder what other stuff I may have buried in my psyche, to be unearthed by him. We’ve only known each other for a week and a half and already, I know I am in big trouble emotionally.

 

Last night, he slept at my place and we reverted back to our original roles, although Sean has become more confident and he seems to be a little preoccupied, as if he’s mulling over an idea.

 

Now it’s my turn to stay at his again, I can’t help a frisson of excitement running down my spine, as I wonder if he’ll  show me the tiger in flannel stripes again ! How I love those godawful pyjamas.

 

Before calling on him, I go into my own apartment and read my mail, then shower quickly and put on my own footie jamas, sniggering as I remember how we collided on the landing, during the power cut. Too eager for Sean to eat, I run next door and ring his bell. We can have a snack later, when we have finished snacking on each other.

 

Looking forward to a little struggle, but determined to get my retaliation in first, I attack him as soon as he lets me in, but when we surface for air, he looks pained and tells me he has injured his knee and needs to lie down.

 

Shit, he’s hurt ! Full of concern, I support him as he limps to the bed and I help him to lie down and support his leg on a pillow.

 

“What did you do to it, Sean ? Let me have a look. Do you have any ice ?”

 

As I lean down to roll up his pyjama leg and inspect his injury, I notice that whatever pain he is in, it’s not affecting his cock, which is already rigid and fighting to get out of his pants.

 

I notice an odd inflection in his voice as he says,

 

“Oh yes, Viggo, I have ice !” then he pounces on me, flipping us over, so that I am flat on my back and he is pressing me down with his body weight.

 

Quick as a flash, he has whipped the cord out of his pyjamas and is tying my wrists together, then grinning wolfishly at my stunned expression he continues,

 

“I have ice, Viggo, but do you have a safe-word ?”

~Sean~

I seem to be pretty convincing because his face is full concern and he makes me lean on him while we go to the bedroom. ‘Perhaps I should take up acting,’ I snigger to myself. ‘If I lose the glasses and wear contacts I may even become a hunky sex symbol.’ I snort, but Vig seems to take it as a pained sound and helps me to lie down.

For a moment I feel guilty, but when I notice he’s wearing his pyjamas I know he’s had his plans of his own. Well, he’s up for a surprise. He climbs on the bed and rolls up my pyjama leg to have a look. When he asks me if I have ice I snigger again.

“Oh yes Viggo, I have ice!” I say and – having surprise on my side – easily manage to get him on his back and me on top. I pre-fixed the cord of my pyjamas and pull it off easily. Before he knows it his hands are bound together and attached to the metal wired headboard of my bed.

“I have ice Viggo, but do you have a safe-word?”

He pulls on his restraints with force, making me chuckle : there’s something to say for old-fashioned, they don’t make pyjamas this quality anymore! When he realizes he can’t break free he starts wrestling with his legs, trying to throw me off.

I roll off the bed and yank down his pants, while he’s still wrestling. Then I capture first one foot, tickling it when he tries to kick. That’s something I found out recently : tickle his feet and he’ll surrender. Then the other and I tie them both up with one of my ties.

It’s a shame he is still wearing his top, but there’s not much I can do about that, except rip it off. I don’t think he’ll forgive me  for that though, so I decide just to open it. He’s calmed down now. There’s a strange expression on his face, and his eyes seem very dark.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Sean?’

His voice is low and husky, but there’s a little concern in his eyes too. I smile at him reassuringly.

“I am not going to beat or whip you, if that’s what you’re afraid off, “ I say, while bending down to brush my hand over his nipple.

“Oh, I am not afraid Sean. Just keep in mind you’ll have to release me some time.”

I don’t reply to that, just get up to go to the kitchen and stumble over my pants falling down without the drawstring, causing him to cackle. Without looking at him I get up, strip down and walk to the kitchen naked. I throw some ice cubes in the bucket and take it with the bowl to the bedroom.

I put bucket and bowl on the bedside table and sit down next to him. I rummage through the ice bucket, and fish one out. He swallows when I show it to him and then bring it down slowly to his body.

No use in teasing I think and I put it on an already erect nipple and keep it there.

“Fuuuck!,” he yells. Oh, I like this.

 

~Viggo~

 

Jesus ! What the fuck has got into my mild-mannered, quiet Sean ?

 

First he tops me and now he tricks me and ties me up ! Where is this stuff coming from ?

 

When he ties my hands to the bed and starts to talk about safe-words, I start to feel alarmed and kick him, but the bastard has discovered several of my weaknesses and tickles my toes mercilessly until I give in. He has stripped off my pants and now ties my ankles with restraints he had ready, the sneaky bastard !

 

He mutters something about “one I prepared earlier” and sniggers ! This must be some esoteric British reference I am missing, but I have such a confusing kaleidoscope  whirling in my brain, that I can’t dig it out of the recesses of my memory.

 

I am pissed at him in a way and apprehensive, even a little scared, but at the same time, I am incredibly turned on and in some dark part of my soul, I realize that I crave this. But how the fuck did he know, when I didn’t even know myself ?

 

When he begins to unbutton my pyjama top, I go very still and I am having trouble breathing. I don’t know much about this scene, only what I have picked up in literature and on the internet, but how does Sean know about it ? I wonder what exactly he has planned and how far he intends to take this. I do trust him and he took care of me before, but why would I need a safe word ?

 

My voice is husky with arousal and not a little fear, when I ask him what he thinks he is doing.

 

He smiles reassuringly and has the nerve to tell me that he doesn’t intend to whip or beat me !

 

With a flare of bravado, I deny that he has me scared and remind him that he will eventually have to release me. He stands and walks out of the bedroom without another word, and I have the grim satisfaction of seeing his pants fall around his ankles and trip him. In spite of my position, I laugh wildly.

Sean has such a natural grace, though, that he makes a perfect recovery, stepping out of them smoothly and continuing on his way. I enjoy the view of his delicious ass swaying through the door. Some people can make good entrances, but with a rear-view like that Sean is always sure to make a great exit.

 

My laughter curdles in my throat, as he returns with a bowl and an ice bucket and sets them down on the bedside table. He shows me an ice cube and I swallow hard, as he slowly moves his hand and presses it to one of my nipples ! I hear myself yell and see from his smile that he is enjoying this !

 

I close my eyes and the cold burn of the ice cube disappears, to be replaced by Sean’s warm mouth, soothing and sucking, then I yell again, because the cube touches my other nipple and the process is repeated.

 

I writhe against the ties and thrust my hips up toward Sean, who ignores my straining and empurpled cock and continues working my nipples.

 

He stops, when my cock begins leaking and backs off for a moment, knowing that I am on the edge of coming and not wanting the game to end yet. He grips the base of my cock hard and squeezes to inhibit my release.

 

“You know, Viggo, maybe we should have got a cock-ring for you !”

 

“Cock-ring ? Sean, you hadn’t had sex until just over a week ago !”

~Sean~

I bow over and latch my mouth onto his cold nipple, warming it. My hand with the ice cube goes to his other nipple and he yelps again, so I start sucking and licking the other one. A few minutes later I feel him straining up and I sit up and look at his throbbing cock.

I grab his cock and squeeze it a little, I don’t want him to come yet. He looks very indignant, when I tell him I should have got him a cock-ring. I am so glad I read the right chapters of that book! I think I’ll have to buy meself a copy.

I can clearly see he’s confused, perhaps he thinks I have a dark past or something. The thought makes me smile : I would like that, but it’s so not true.

I pick up the chocolate paste, Viggo is – surprisingly enough for someone that skinny – a sweet tooth. I take of the lid and swipe three fingers in it. I keep them under my nose and smell. Viggo is looking up at me, not sure what will happen next.

“You make me do this you know?” I say and I smear the thick paste onto his lips.

His tongue sneaks out to lick his lips.

“Let me try,” I say and lick his lips. He opens up immediately for me, our tongues duelling, the sweet chocolate taste spreading.

“Good,” I say and he moans agreement. I scoop up a half hand full of the stuff and smear it on his nipples. When I pick up the canister of whipped cream I shake it and make a nice rosette on each of his nipples. When I duck my head and lap it up, he bucks up.

“Please Sean...’

Another handful of paste, a handful of jam added, this time lower, the jam dripping into his navel. His footie top is a real mess now, but he’s not complaining. I start licking again, his skin giving an additional flavour to this banquet.

When I come up this time I almost empty the contents of the jars : a thick layer of brown, red and white plastered on his lower belly, nearly hiding his straining cock. His eyes are wild now. I look at him and stroke his sweaty brow.

“Ask me for it Vig, and I’ll give it to you!”

 

~Viggo~

Where did he learn about cock-rings ? I wonder for a moment, whether I am being naïve and Sean has some kinky past I don’t know about, but I know that’s plain stupid. You can never mistake real  sexual inexperience and he was an innocent that first time, I’m sure.

 

Talk about 0-60 in 4 seconds ! Sean has gone from Virgin to Kinky Dominant in less than a fortnight !

 

He takes from the bowl a jar of chocolate spread and scooping up a handful, smears it on my lips, telling me that I make him do this. I am a little confused, but I could never resist chocolate, so I automatically go to lick it.

 

Sean leans in and sweeps his tongue across my lips, forcing entry into my mouth. The taste of Sean, mingled with chocolate is somehow deliciously erotic and decadent and I moan.

 

He spreads more chocolate on my nipples and decorates them with a swirl of cream, the little reddened nubs standing up like raspberries, as he flicks out his pink tongue and laps at them.

 

I can hear myself begging him for more, pleading with him to move down, which he does, working with jam, chocolate and cream, all the way down to my cock, where he pauses in his ministrations. I think I am going to go insane, then he gently wipes the sweat from my forehead and tells me I need to ask him for it.

 

“Sean, please, for fuck’s sake, stop torturing me and just suck me. Please !”

 

“You only had to ask, “ he says smugly, as he bends his head and practically swallows my chocolate–coated cock whole.

 

My body rises a good foot from the bed and I actually scream, as I come wildly, ecstatically and deliriously, sweetly, creamily and stickily.

 

I  lose consciousness for a moment, then come round, blinking, to see Sean’s face, leaning over me, his mouth ringed with chocolate, jam and cream like a little boy gone mad in a cake-shop. I see that he didn’t take his glasses off and they are thoroughly smeared with the stuff, too. It’s kind of cute.

 

Glancing down at my body, I see that I still look like an exploded éclair and the mess has run down into my pyjama jacket and onto his usually pristine duvet cover.

 

I also see that Sean is still sporting an enormous hard-on and  I smile at him invitingly.

 

“Well if you insist on tying me up and eating your dinner off me, Sean, the least you can do is feed me, too !”

 

~Sean~

“Sean, please, for fuck’s sake, stop torturing me and just suck me. Please !”

That’s enough for me and I bend down and take almost his full length in. Within a few minutes he comes and I revel in his taste mixing with all the other flavours. His screams fill the room and if he wasn’t restrained he’d probably come off the bed.

I can’t help feeling a bit proud of myself, letting him get to feel like this. Even though he’s almost covered in the remains of our little game he looks great. I am this close to saying ‘I love you.’ His offer to tend to my weeping cock keeps me from saying it though and I rapidly untie him.

He makes me lie down on my back and flattens himself on top of me, moving his body slowly all over mine. In a minute I am as smudged as he is, but I don’t care. His mouth is on my nipple now, and it feels great, but I want him to go down to where I really, really, really need him.

So I grab his head and try to push him down. His mouth still around my nipple he looks up at me.

“No Sean,” he says “you’re no longer in control now. Lie down and wait.”

Excruciatingly slowly, he lowers himself down my body, using his weight to keep me from moving too much. I am simply too aroused to fight and I give in, suddenly throwing off my glasses because I want to see him take me in and they are so greasy I can see better without them.

When he almost reaches my cock he stops, and I whimper. He gets up and uses the last remains of the whipped cream. Then he finally starts licking my cock like a lollipop and I almost shout. Two strokes at my balls and I am coming so hard, I almost choke on my own breath.

When I open my eyes, he’s watching me, grinning.

“Well Sean, I really think you’re the one in need of a cock-ring, I wonder if they come in striped flannel? By the way, it’s nice to know you’re into kink. I have this cupboard full of very nice toys, perhaps we can have a real close look at those tomorrow night, when you’re coming over to me. You’re such a strong guy, I think you could do with a little rough play!

I like primitive, but those nice leather cuffs I have are very convenient. Ever heard of spreader bars? Talk about convenient!”

‘Fuck!’ I think, ’that must have been in chapter 15 or 16!’

 

~Viggo~

 

As much as I enjoyed being tied up by Sean and having  that seriously intense orgasm, as soon as he releases me I feel the need to re-assert myself.

 

These things I have learned, I need to explore further, but right now, I really am hungry, mostly for Sean. Pressing myself against him, I manage to transfer much of the goo to his body.

 

I can’t resist taking this real slow and licking my way down all the delicious sweetness, taking in a good amount of chocolate-jam-cream as well, on the way.

 

Sean tries to speed up my advance on his cock, by pushing my head down, but I remind him, who is in charge now and continue to tease him.

 

He gives in and  lies beneath me, exhausted and quiescent, just watching. I notice that he flings his smeared glasses on the floor, most untidily and uncharacteristically.

 

I stop when I reach my goal and make him whimper, but I can’t be cruel any longer, so I shake the can of cream, swirl it round his cock with a flourish and dive in hungrily.

 

Sean shows his appreciation by coming with such a loud shout, that I expect the neighbours to start banging on the walls.

 

I kneel up, waiting for him to come back down and open his eyes, and a wicked little thought occurs to me. When he does look up at me, blinking slightly, I grin and tell him I have a secret cupboard of sex toys I want to try out on him and add that now I know he is into kink, we can start to play really rough !

 

His eyes get big and round and the scared expression on his face makes me laugh so much that I almost fall off the bed. Then he gets it, starts to laugh too and gives me such a shove that I do fall off the bed, crushing his glasses and getting chocolate on the beige bedside rug.

 

“Such language from a teacher, Sean !” I snigger as he leaps off the bed swearing inventively and fluently, in search of his spare glasses and the carpet cleaner.

 

Later, having spent some time in the shower, getting clean, then getting dirty again, we sit together at the kitchen table, wrapped in bath towels and sipping tea with a generous slug of scotch, watching the duvet cover and two sets of pyjamas swirling round in the washing machine together.

 

I find that I really like this cosy domestic scene and I look across at Sean and think that although our relationship is so new, I already know I love him. I can’t say that, though, as I don’t want to scare him away and anyway, I’m not ready to expose myself like that……..not yet, anyway !

 

Sean breaks into my thoughts by saying shyly, but eagerly,

 

“So these toys you were talking about then, Viggo, can we maybe try some out, do you think ? We could have a look on the internet.”

 

I smile, as he blushes charmingly, all sweet and school boyish again !

 

“Yeah, we could, Sean ! Maybe they do bondage pyjamas !”

 

Comments

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

Sean is full of surprises! I am really enjoying his adventurousness.

[govi20.livejournal.com]

There's certainly more to nerdy Sean than meets the eye!

[shegollum.livejournal.com]

“Well Sean, I really think you’re the one in need of a cock-ring, I wonder if they come in striped flannel?" and "‘Fuck!’ I think, ’that must have been in chapter 15 or 16!’" <== *dies laughing* You guys have a great sense of humor. That combined with all the *hot* makes this a great story. Loving it!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your f/b, very much appreciated !!

[slashorama.livejournal.com]

That was awesome! Somehow you made it funny and oh so hot at the same time. Cheers.

[slashorama.livejournal.com]

I forgot to add: More please!!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! Glad you enjoyed it ! We have a lot of fun writing these !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"‘If I lose the glasses and wear contacts I may even become a hunky sex symbol.’" Truth is stranger than fiction . . .

This was wonderfully written - at once very humorous and very erotic.

Had to laugh out loud at the "esoteric British refrence" . . . who'd have thought Blue Peter would appear in slash fiction? !!!!

Hoping they find the bondage pyjamas . . .

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Well they didn't call it "Blue Peter " for nothing !*snigger* They are scouring the internet for those pj's as we speak !