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.
Davy kept pulling at the restraints as Sven yanked his pants down. The moan escaped before Sven even touched him. He's hard, horny, and doesn't want to admit how much he wants this.
"You're an overdressed bastard." Davy's hips kicked from the touch and he pushed into the kiss, biting Sven in the process.
The moan coming from Davy was like music to Sven's ears as he leant in and kissed the guitarist's neck whilst giving his crotch another squeeze before stepping back. Was the singer overdressed? Oh yes he was. A sly wink and Sven was fiddling a little with the fastenings of his tight leather pants which were always worn low.
"How about you pull these fastenings off with your teeth? Then, you'll get what you want."
It was a tease and one Sven was testing Davy to see if he'd agree to as he let go and moved towards the tied up guitarist.
"How about you fuck off?" Davy was trying to hide the slight panic rising inside. The idea of being bound and kneeling down that way caused his pulse to pound in his ears and not in a good way either. "You're the one that wants my ass and can't wait."
Sven noticed the glare and he could see Davy becoming uncomfortable. Had he gone too far with the whole bondage thing? The Swede didn't want the boy feeling awkward so kissed his lips and then stroked his cheek.
"Sorry, cutie---I just thought you'd like it. I won't do anything you don't want."
The Swede pushed his pants off and freed his own cock, which sprang up and pressed itself firmly against his ripped abs. Both men were still new into the relationship so Sven wanted to find out what Davy liked and disliked. He moved in to kiss Davy once more and then began rubbing their cocks together, groaning as he did so.
"I thought you were in charge?" Davy threw out to try and center himself.
It takes him a moment to get back into kissing. He was far more upset than he thought he would have been. However, as Sven started to press in Davy fell back into kissing. The guitarist moaned and started rubbing against Sven. It felt good.
"I want you." Davy smiled a little because he knew this wasn't Sven's fault. He still wanted his boyfriend even if the request triggered some bad feelings.
"I am but I still care about your feelings, sweetie."
Sven tracing a line down Davy's chest with his fingertips slowly then moving to thrust his hand into the guitarist's black hair. The prissy tart had such beautiful thick hair and Sven loved it. Groaning, he began reaching around to cup Davy's ass cheeks, squeezing them softly and getting more needy by the minute.
"Mmm---I want you too. How badly do you want my cock? Will you scream like a prissy tart?"
The Swede nipped at Davy's ear and let out a sultry moan in his ear.
Davy watched that finger going down his chest and started to squirm again. The ass grabbing had him arching away from the wall and groaning.
"Do you think you can make me scream you annoying bastard?" Davy was back to his usual sass. "If you wanted my ass that badly you wouldn't be running your mouth."
The squirming and tarty sass was all a big turn on for the Swede who laughed and began moving back to fiddle around in his jacket for a bottle of lube. It was handy having it around with Davy because they were bound to fuck in places outside the bedroom, now that Sven knew Davy enjoyed public sex.
"How about I ride your tarty ass right now? Spread your legs, cutie. I'll lube you up."
Sven popped the cap and drizzled some lube into his palms, rubbing them first to warm it up before gently sliding a finger in between the guitarist's cheeks. Oh, this was so fucking hot!
Davy didn't exactly like public sex but he was still running so hot that he couldn't resist. Once Sven let go, Davy quickly kicked off his cowboy boots and pants.
He leaned in and kissed Sven as he started slipping his fingers between his cheeks. It felt so good but his need to be a tease took over. Davy slipped away from the Swede giggling and ready to try and get away in the room.
Sven was enjoying feeling the warmth of Davy's body around his finger as he was about to insert another into the tight guitarist's hole when he got a kiss. Mm---that felt good too---
"Oh fuck, you little tart---"
The prissy guitarist was now free and squirming away! How did he even get free? Sven cursed softly in Swedish and then giggled because Davy was cute, if infuriating at the same time. He liked the game of cat and mouse it seemed.
"You're a cheeky little tarty pojke. Come back here---"
Sven went after Davy, aiming to grab the hem of his black robe or perhaps an arm. Anything to pull back the tarty guitarist so he could finish lubing his tight ass up. The boy loved to be chased.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?"
The Swede aimed to close in and perhaps pin Davy to the nearest wall or door.
"Fuck----you know I'm getting harder seeing your prissy naked ass get tight for me."
Sven wiggled his finger at Davy in a come hither motion just playful. The tart was a tease and the Swede now running into where Davy was backing himself into a corner it looked like.
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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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"You're an overdressed bastard." Davy's hips kicked from the touch and he pushed into the kiss, biting Sven in the process.
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"How about you pull these fastenings off with your teeth? Then, you'll get what you want."
It was a tease and one Sven was testing Davy to see if he'd agree to as he let go and moved towards the tied up guitarist.
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"How about you fuck off?" Davy was trying to hide the slight panic rising inside. The idea of being bound and kneeling down that way caused his pulse to pound in his ears and not in a good way either. "You're the one that wants my ass and can't wait."
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"Sorry, cutie---I just thought you'd like it. I won't do anything you don't want."
The Swede pushed his pants off and freed his own cock, which sprang up and pressed itself firmly against his ripped abs. Both men were still new into the relationship so Sven wanted to find out what Davy liked and disliked. He moved in to kiss Davy once more and then began rubbing their cocks together, groaning as he did so.
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It takes him a moment to get back into kissing. He was far more upset than he thought he would have been. However, as Sven started to press in Davy fell back into kissing. The guitarist moaned and started rubbing against Sven. It felt good.
"I want you." Davy smiled a little because he knew this wasn't Sven's fault. He still wanted his boyfriend even if the request triggered some bad feelings.
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Sven tracing a line down Davy's chest with his fingertips slowly then moving to thrust his hand into the guitarist's black hair. The prissy tart had such beautiful thick hair and Sven loved it. Groaning, he began reaching around to cup Davy's ass cheeks, squeezing them softly and getting more needy by the minute.
"Mmm---I want you too. How badly do you want my cock? Will you scream like a prissy tart?"
The Swede nipped at Davy's ear and let out a sultry moan in his ear.
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"Do you think you can make me scream you annoying bastard?" Davy was back to his usual sass. "If you wanted my ass that badly you wouldn't be running your mouth."
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"How about I ride your tarty ass right now? Spread your legs, cutie. I'll lube you up."
Sven popped the cap and drizzled some lube into his palms, rubbing them first to warm it up before gently sliding a finger in between the guitarist's cheeks. Oh, this was so fucking hot!
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He leaned in and kissed Sven as he started slipping his fingers between his cheeks. It felt so good but his need to be a tease took over. Davy slipped away from the Swede giggling and ready to try and get away in the room.
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"Oh fuck, you little tart---"
The prissy guitarist was now free and squirming away! How did he even get free? Sven cursed softly in Swedish and then giggled because Davy was cute, if infuriating at the same time. He liked the game of cat and mouse it seemed.
"Come back here."
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"Why don't you try?" Davy was ready to run from the Swede though he wasn't going to leave the room because he was mostly naked.
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Sven went after Davy, aiming to grab the hem of his black robe or perhaps an arm. Anything to pull back the tarty guitarist so he could finish lubing his tight ass up. The boy loved to be chased.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?"
The Swede aimed to close in and perhaps pin Davy to the nearest wall or door.
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Davy dodged away while laughing and teasing the Swede. "You are too."
He was too busy teasing his partner that he didn't see he was getting cornered. It would probably give Sven the upperhand soon.
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Sven wiggled his finger at Davy in a come hither motion just playful. The tart was a tease and the Swede now running into where Davy was backing himself into a corner it looked like.
"I want to fuck you senseless."
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