"You want to see what I've got? Ok, cutie. How about I tie you to this pipe here? It's behind the amp boxes so no one can see. Everyone else is in the bar getting trashed since we're finished for the night."
Sven figured Davy might like it if he got fucked in a public place---or semi public. It was kinky as hell. All the Harlots were drinking with the other bands so they could have some alone time.
"No, you don't. I'm tying you up, you tarty princess."
Sven kissed Davy hungrily, biting his lower lip and then getting the scarf to tie the boy's wrists to the pipe. It might not be the sexiest place but the Swede knew Davy didn't like being seen naked right in the view of others so this place would do.
"I've fucked in alleys before so this is luxury."
The singer wanted to fuck the sass out of the boy.
Davy loved that hungry kiss and melted into it, greedy for attention, but when Sven took the scarf from Davy the guitarist stepped away.
"You're not tying me to the fucking pipe." This wasn't the usual playful sass. Davy's dead serious and has that tone that says a slap is coming if he isn't heeded. He didn't want tied to a pipe. Sure, he'd let the Swede bind his hands but to be bound somewhere he could be left, and potentially naked, absolutely not. "You have no creativity with this."
Sven held up his hands and decided to let the prissy princess decide where abouts he'd like to get tied up. Davy was no ordinary glam boy and the Swede knew this. Everything about him had to be perfect and just so. Such a fucking tart!
"You decide where you'd like to be tied up, sweets."
The blond shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
"I know I just thought it could be fun. But---we can do it your way, sweet cheeks. How about I bind your hands above your head then fuck you against the wall?"
This sounded like something Davy might agree too as he leaned into the kiss. Sven knew the boy had suffered trauma and it made him so mad. Stroking Davy's cheek, the singer wanted Davy to feel safe with him.
"Naughty."
Sven pushed Davy's hands above his head and started to tie them.
Sven smiled and allowed Davy to show him whatever it was he wanted. The dragging around part though---that sounded so hot. It would be fun for both of them and the Swede wanted the guitarist to feel safe throughout. He held out the scarf and wondered what the American had planned.
Davy held out his arms and started to explain to Sven how to bind wrists and leave a tail of fabric that could be pulled on, or tied to something else.
"There." Davy leaned in and kissed Sven right where his neck and chest met.
"Alright, princess. I think I can work with this. Did you want to get undressed first before I tie your wrists together?"
Sven assumed it might be easier if Davy got undressed first for things like shirts coming off his head. This would be fun and he was glad the boy was feeling up for a bit of kinky sex.
"I want to fuck you senseless until you're sweaty and a hot mess."
Davy smiled and wouldn't mind staying in his long coat. He was shirtless anyway and it would make him feel more comfortable since this was public.
"Do you think you have enough stamina for that after being on stage?" Davy taunted but held out his wrists. This was going to be insane for sure once his wrists were bound.
Sven winked and then nibbled on Davy's earlobe while gently pushing his hands above his head and then tying the scarf the way he'd been told. Once the boy's wrists were tied, Sven then kissed Davy on the lips hungrily, pushing his body up against his lover's.
"I want you."
The blond already getting hard thinking about Davy becoming a moaning wreck.
Davy bared his neck to those earlobe bites and pushed back into Sven's body, biting his lip before pulling back.
"What a shame." Davy grinned and then bolted between the pipes Sven wanted to tie him to and the wall, and back behind the stage toward the back rooms and other things. If Sven wanted to play this game then Davy was all for it.
The Swede frowned and then noticed Davy pushing him away and now running towards the back. Oh, so the princess wanted to be chased did he? Smirking, Sven took off after the guitarist aiming to try and grab the tie on the wrists to pull him around by it.
"You fucking cheeky princess, come back here---"
The blond laughed as he followed Davy, hoping to get the upper hand by aiming a grab at the boy's waist.
Davy started laughing when Sven demanded he come back. One thing he had to his advantage, and was going to use, is how much slimmer he was compared to Sven. He looked for anywhere he could get through that the singer would have to go around. Eventually, he would get cornered but for now he was looking for a place to get far enough ahead that he could disappear.
"I thought you were athletic?" He had to taunt Sven because what fun would it be otherwise?
Sven was bulkier than Davy and the little tart knew this as he crept into crevices smaller than the Swede could fit into. Oh, the little bratty boy. Sven was getting even more wound up and the want to overpower Davy was now even stronger.
"Wait until I get you---then you'll see how athletic I am pounding into your tight princess ass. Come here---"
The Swede moved in closer and made a grab for the rope around Davy's wrists.
Davy knew Sven was quite a bit stronger and heavier than he was so once the singer got ahold of him it was going to be hard to get away again.
"No." Davy stuck his tongue out at the Swede and slipped between some of the cases waiting to be loaded up and taken back to the apartments. Sven was going to have to move them, they were on wheels so it wouldn't be hard, but hopefully it would slow him down enough that the guitarist could get away again. He did notice Sven grabbing for the length of scarf that was hanging free and tried to get it balled up in his hands as he fled.
"So annoying that you're the one running away from me right now when I know full well you want cock."
This was so cute though and Sven was enjoying chasing Davy around and having fun with him because the boy deserved it after the shit he'd been through. If he wanted to put the Swede through his paces then so be it. Sven now moving some of the heavier cases on wheels away from where Davy was.
"Wait until I get hold of you---"
It was annoying but also fun, as the Swede ran after the tarty American, laughing as he did so.
"You wish!" Davy called over his shoulder and then realized he'd ran right into the hallway with the dressing rooms. There wasn't very many places to run that would have an easy way to get through. He glanced back at Sven and made for whichever room looked unlocked.
In he went and leaned against the door with his back while looking around for somewhere to hide or a way to run around the Swede when he got in and possibly sneak back out the door.
Oh, so now the princess was running towards the dressing rooms. Where the fuck had he gone? Sven was now in the hallway looking around at any open doors, checking inside hoping to find Davy hiding somewhere.
"Come out, princess."
The Swede pushed the last door open and peeked inside, wondering where the tarty boy had gotten to.
Davy could hear Sven outside and the only option in this room was a pillar in the middle of it. He made for the other side, back to the pillar and listening for Sven to come in. He wondered if the singer would come in far enough that he could make it past him and out the door before getting grabbed. He was going to have to try it because he was kind of pinned down.
When the voice got closer in the hallway Davy tried to gulp down air to slow the panting. However, it wasn't just panting from exertion, but also because he was getting aroused by the Swede hunting him down.
Sven moved into the last room and knew Davy had to be inside somewhere because he'd searched all the others and nothing. The boy was running just now so maybe he could hear his heavy breathing? It was worth a shot.
"Davy? I've got a nice big cock for you here."
The blond slowly moved around the pillar aiming to grab Davy by the arm or wrists to pull him in if he saw him. That tarty princess! It was a fun game though and one that Sven hadn't played much before with his lovers.
Davy heard Sven come in and had to try really hard not to laugh at what the Swede said. It was so fucking ridiculous. Unfortunately the room was echoing and the guitarist couldn't tell which side of the pillar Sven was coming around.
He had to choose a side and bolted.. right into Sven. Davy got wide eyed and tried to take off in the other direction. He might get caught but he was sure the hell going to try to get away again.
Sven inched around the pillar then saw a flash of black. It had to be Davy as he reached around and grabbed then felt the boy bolt right into him. Ah, so that's where he was! The blond snatched onto Davy's waist, pulling him close so he couldn't bolt.
"Come here, cutie---"
Oh no you don't. Sven pulled the boy up close to his body and began kissing him, almost ravishing him on the lips, shoving him against the pillar. Fuck this---he wanted him and he wanted him now.
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"You want to see what I've got? Ok, cutie. How about I tie you to this pipe here? It's behind the amp boxes so no one can see. Everyone else is in the bar getting trashed since we're finished for the night."
Sven figured Davy might like it if he got fucked in a public place---or semi public. It was kinky as hell. All the Harlots were drinking with the other bands so they could have some alone time.
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Davy rolled his eyes. "Give it to me. I'll tie myself up."
Being this public wasn't Davy's idea of fun either so being stuck in one place wasn't ideal.
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Sven kissed Davy hungrily, biting his lower lip and then getting the scarf to tie the boy's wrists to the pipe. It might not be the sexiest place but the Swede knew Davy didn't like being seen naked right in the view of others so this place would do.
"I've fucked in alleys before so this is luxury."
The singer wanted to fuck the sass out of the boy.
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"You're not tying me to the fucking pipe." This wasn't the usual playful sass. Davy's dead serious and has that tone that says a slap is coming if he isn't heeded. He didn't want tied to a pipe. Sure, he'd let the Swede bind his hands but to be bound somewhere he could be left, and potentially naked, absolutely not. "You have no creativity with this."
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Sven held up his hands and decided to let the prissy princess decide where abouts he'd like to get tied up. Davy was no ordinary glam boy and the Swede knew this. Everything about him had to be perfect and just so. Such a fucking tart!
"You decide where you'd like to be tied up, sweets."
The blond shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
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Davy chuckled and leaned in to kiss Sven's cheek so he knew the guitarist wasn't mad. "I'll slip the ties if you do it."
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This sounded like something Davy might agree too as he leaned into the kiss. Sven knew the boy had suffered trauma and it made him so mad. Stroking Davy's cheek, the singer wanted Davy to feel safe with him.
"Naughty."
Sven pushed Davy's hands above his head and started to tie them.
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Davy got really close to Sven and leaned in to whisper. "Then you can drag me around too."
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Sven smiled and allowed Davy to show him whatever it was he wanted. The dragging around part though---that sounded so hot. It would be fun for both of them and the Swede wanted the guitarist to feel safe throughout. He held out the scarf and wondered what the American had planned.
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"There." Davy leaned in and kissed Sven right where his neck and chest met.
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Sven assumed it might be easier if Davy got undressed first for things like shirts coming off his head. This would be fun and he was glad the boy was feeling up for a bit of kinky sex.
"I want to fuck you senseless until you're sweaty and a hot mess."
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Davy smiled and wouldn't mind staying in his long coat. He was shirtless anyway and it would make him feel more comfortable since this was public.
"Do you think you have enough stamina for that after being on stage?" Davy taunted but held out his wrists. This was going to be insane for sure once his wrists were bound.
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Sven winked and then nibbled on Davy's earlobe while gently pushing his hands above his head and then tying the scarf the way he'd been told. Once the boy's wrists were tied, Sven then kissed Davy on the lips hungrily, pushing his body up against his lover's.
"I want you."
The blond already getting hard thinking about Davy becoming a moaning wreck.
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Davy bared his neck to those earlobe bites and pushed back into Sven's body, biting his lip before pulling back.
"What a shame." Davy grinned and then bolted between the pipes Sven wanted to tie him to and the wall, and back behind the stage toward the back rooms and other things. If Sven wanted to play this game then Davy was all for it.
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The Swede frowned and then noticed Davy pushing him away and now running towards the back. Oh, so the princess wanted to be chased did he? Smirking, Sven took off after the guitarist aiming to try and grab the tie on the wrists to pull him around by it.
"You fucking cheeky princess, come back here---"
The blond laughed as he followed Davy, hoping to get the upper hand by aiming a grab at the boy's waist.
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"I thought you were athletic?" He had to taunt Sven because what fun would it be otherwise?
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Sven was bulkier than Davy and the little tart knew this as he crept into crevices smaller than the Swede could fit into. Oh, the little bratty boy. Sven was getting even more wound up and the want to overpower Davy was now even stronger.
"Wait until I get you---then you'll see how athletic I am pounding into your tight princess ass. Come here---"
The Swede moved in closer and made a grab for the rope around Davy's wrists.
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Davy knew Sven was quite a bit stronger and heavier than he was so once the singer got ahold of him it was going to be hard to get away again.
"No." Davy stuck his tongue out at the Swede and slipped between some of the cases waiting to be loaded up and taken back to the apartments. Sven was going to have to move them, they were on wheels so it wouldn't be hard, but hopefully it would slow him down enough that the guitarist could get away again. He did notice Sven grabbing for the length of scarf that was hanging free and tried to get it balled up in his hands as he fled.
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This was so cute though and Sven was enjoying chasing Davy around and having fun with him because the boy deserved it after the shit he'd been through. If he wanted to put the Swede through his paces then so be it. Sven now moving some of the heavier cases on wheels away from where Davy was.
"Wait until I get hold of you---"
It was annoying but also fun, as the Swede ran after the tarty American, laughing as he did so.
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In he went and leaned against the door with his back while looking around for somewhere to hide or a way to run around the Swede when he got in and possibly sneak back out the door.
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"Come out, princess."
The Swede pushed the last door open and peeked inside, wondering where the tarty boy had gotten to.
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When the voice got closer in the hallway Davy tried to gulp down air to slow the panting. However, it wasn't just panting from exertion, but also because he was getting aroused by the Swede hunting him down.
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"Davy? I've got a nice big cock for you here."
The blond slowly moved around the pillar aiming to grab Davy by the arm or wrists to pull him in if he saw him. That tarty princess! It was a fun game though and one that Sven hadn't played much before with his lovers.
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He had to choose a side and bolted.. right into Sven. Davy got wide eyed and tried to take off in the other direction. He might get caught but he was sure the hell going to try to get away again.
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"Come here, cutie---"
Oh no you don't. Sven pulled the boy up close to his body and began kissing him, almost ravishing him on the lips, shoving him against the pillar. Fuck this---he wanted him and he wanted him now.
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