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.
Davy wanted so badly to run again but the way Sven grabbed him and the weight of his body pinning him to the pillar was too much. Davy let out a sigh and pressed back into that kiss. This is what he wanted; rough, demanding. His bound hands were pinned between them and Davy retaliated the only way he could. Wiggling in the bonds he turned his hands palm up and gave the Swede a firm, double handed crotch grab though he only moaned again when he found his lover was already aroused.
Oh, Sven was aroused and wanted Davy ever since the idea of kinky bondage was mentioned. Fuck, that crotch grab though! The tarty princess now getting a lewd moan from the Swede who was kissing up Davy's neck, grinding against the guitarist. His tight leather pants were becoming unbearable and he knew he'd have to pull them off soon.
"Fuck---I want you."
The blond now reaching down to massage Davy's crotch through his pants.
Davy wanted to resist but he couldn't. As soon as Sven's hand ventured lower the guitarist moaned, bucking and squirming where he was pinned against the pillar. His head fell back for the lips on his neck and he felt tingling and gooseflesh all over his body.
"You get so horny when I tell you no." Davy laughed through the panting breath and grinned. Maybe he should try to slip away again. He leaned trying to wiggle his way to the edge of the pillar so he could bolt again.
Sven growled and instinctively held onto Davy's waist so that the boy couldn't dive away and run off. The Swede now yanking on the scarf between Davy's wrists, pulling on it so the boy was having to go where Sven wanted him to go.
"How about I pull you around by this?"
It was kinky as hell and Sven was now aching inside his pants; his cock hard and wanting.
Davy planted his feet but that growl had his eyes fluttering closed. It sounded so good to hear from someone he trusted this much.
"Go ahead and try." Davy squared himself up to brace against being pulled and pulled in his thumbs and pinky fingers hoping to slip out of the scarf if the Swede tugged hard enough.
Sven used the strength in his arms to pull the boy up close once more moving into bite Davy's lower lip. He was such a fucking little tease and the more he struggled the more Sven wanted to dominate him.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you? Tarty princess."
The singer pushed Davy's arms up high atop his head with one hand as he then began unbuttoning the guitarist's pants.
Davy struggled when he was pulled but he wasn't trying too hard right now.
"And you? You're the one busting out of your pants." He had to keep sassing the Swede even if he was so hot from what Sven was doing. With his hands over his head Davy started tugging at his bonds and trying to slip free. At the same time his body was bucking against the feeling of the singer pulling open his pants. He wants this so badly that he's whimpering from arousal despite still pulling on the scarf binding his wrists.
Sven was enjoying the reactions coming from Davy, knowing full well that the guitarist was loving being restrained. It was so fucking kinky and hot. The Swede nipped at Davy's neck as he pulled the boy's pants down his legs and onto the floor. Those thighs were now in full view as Sven slid his hand up one.
"You're so fucking hot."
The blond now cupping Davy's crotch and leaning into kiss the boy roughly.
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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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"Fuck---I want you."
The blond now reaching down to massage Davy's crotch through his pants.
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"You get so horny when I tell you no." Davy laughed through the panting breath and grinned. Maybe he should try to slip away again. He leaned trying to wiggle his way to the edge of the pillar so he could bolt again.
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"How about I pull you around by this?"
It was kinky as hell and Sven was now aching inside his pants; his cock hard and wanting.
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"Go ahead and try." Davy squared himself up to brace against being pulled and pulled in his thumbs and pinky fingers hoping to slip out of the scarf if the Swede tugged hard enough.
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"You're getting off on this, aren't you? Tarty princess."
The singer pushed Davy's arms up high atop his head with one hand as he then began unbuttoning the guitarist's pants.
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"And you? You're the one busting out of your pants." He had to keep sassing the Swede even if he was so hot from what Sven was doing. With his hands over his head Davy started tugging at his bonds and trying to slip free. At the same time his body was bucking against the feeling of the singer pulling open his pants. He wants this so badly that he's whimpering from arousal despite still pulling on the scarf binding his wrists.
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Sven was enjoying the reactions coming from Davy, knowing full well that the guitarist was loving being restrained. It was so fucking kinky and hot. The Swede nipped at Davy's neck as he pulled the boy's pants down his legs and onto the floor. Those thighs were now in full view as Sven slid his hand up one.
"You're so fucking hot."
The blond now cupping Davy's crotch and leaning into kiss the boy roughly.
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