Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Rating: NC17
Warning: Bondage.
"I need to get this out of my system," Sendhil had said; "help me out." Zach had believed him.
Zach almost stops noticing the bonds around his wrists and ankles when Sendhil's lips close around his cock. The head between his legs immediately starts bobbing up and down, sucking and licking and scraping with teeth just slightly once in a while, completely merciless and seemingly intent on making Zach come into that earger mouth as quickly as humanly possible.
Then something cold closes around the base of his cock, under the balls, and pulls tight with a snap, and Zach feels trapped in a completely different way. Suddenly burning heat runs through his every vein demanding to be let out, demanding release, threatening to break through his skin.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."
Sendhil's lips have closed around the head of Zach's cock and his tongue swirls, again and again, licking up every bit of pre-come that tickles out of the tip, purring like a cat at every taste he gets. But Zach can't come. Compared to this, having all four of his limbs tied to a chair is nothing, fucking nothing, and Zach trashes in his seat, expletives and pleas spilling from his lips in equal measures.
"Please, fuck, please."
Sendhil lets go of Zach's cock with one last suck and stands up. "Okay," he says with alarming casualty and a smile Zach would have recognized as mischievous if his eyes hadn't clouded over long ago.
"I can't get Mohinder out of my head," Sendhil had said. "The way he wanted to punish Sylar like this, but didn't dare; the way he wanted to pleasure Sylar like this, but didn't dare even admit." Zach had believed him.
Zach's arms are above his head now, tied to the headboard of his own bed, the only thing keeping him from falling face-first down onto the matress. His shoulders are strained and his throat is sore, but that's still nothing compared to the weight in his balls and cock and the heat and shivers that shoot up through his body at every thrust from behind.
His mind is too hazy to count how many times Sendhil has changed his condom. He feels like they've been at it for the whole night, that he'll drop dead from exhaustion the moment Sendhil is satisfied, and he's horrified that Sendhil might never be, but even that thought is wiped from his mind as Sendhil's hand reaches up to scratch at his nape, down protruding bones, digging nails painfully into skin and making Zach's arms and knees shake; it's like he has been forced to hold off for so long, any sensation is too much for his body to take, making his head dizzy and his body catch on fire. It's past sex, this is torture.
Release, when it finally comes with a flick of Sendhil's wrist, is pain, and Zach gasps and trashes, pleading for someone to make it stop, let it be over, please. Saliva runs down his open mouth and chin but he doesn't even care, and when Sendhil releases his arms all Zach can do is turn his shaking body over on his back, not wanting anything to touch his nipples or cock or any other erogenous zone, and just wait for his body and head to stop feeling like they exploded.
Sendhil brings him water, but he can't hold onto the cup so Sendhil has to hold it up to his lips. "I hope," Zach coughs out between sips, "this helped."
If Zach doesn't know any better, he would say Sendhil looks guilty for a split-second. "I lied," Sendhil says. "I'm not method."
Zach can't decide if he wants to punch Sendhil or drop on his knees in front of him.