Bit O Honey

He moves his mouth from your lips to your nipple, sucking at it as his tongue moves in circles around it. Your hips jerk instinctively and Jooheon adjusts himself so you can grind against his thigh, then he moves to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as you groan beneath him.
You work one of your hands into Jooheon’s hair, and gently pull him away from your nipples so you can kiss him again. With your breasts crushed against his warm chest, you lick and suck at his neck. Your hands roam over his body and one finds it way into the front of his pants, and you grip his erection stroking him. Once. Twice.
You maneuver so that Jooheon finds himself on his back, again, but this time he stays as you kiss your way down his body and pull down his pants freeing his erection and grasping it in your hand again, and this time taking him in your mouth.
As your warm mouth covers him, Jooheon lets out a moan and bucks in surprise. You lightly circle the head as you move back up, Jooheon’s moans encouraging you to experiment with pressure and speed. Your hand works in tandem with your mouth, and soon he’s grabbing your hair in an attempt to control your motions. You, however, have other ideas.
You gently move his hand away from your head, and moved back up Jooheon’s body. He eagerly responds to your kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, while he grabs your breast and flicks his thumb over your nipple. You allow yourself to be lost in the pleasure for a moment but pull away, stepping off the bed.
You chuckle at the sound of protest he makes, but quickly make your way over to the door where someone’s robe hung, and you grab the attached belt and make your way back to the bed.

“I have an idea,” you say as you straddle him, “would it be okay if I tied your hands to the bed?” You feel his hips give a little involuntary thrust in response, and he licks his lips, his breath coming a little faster as he agrees to being restrained.

Using the belt from the robe, you gently tie his hands to the metal bars of the headboard. It’s tight enough to hold his hands in place, allowing you to work on his pleasure without him intervening but loose enough that with some effort he could free himself. “Okay,” you say as you finished tying him up, “if you want free just say ‘red’.”
He nods his understanding and you go in for a kiss, and reach between the two of you to stroke him again. You lift up on your knees a bit, just enough to readjust him and slowly lower yourself down, taking just a little more than the head inside of you.

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