curling, he closed his eyes, his body tense under the strain, giving himself over to Derek’s hot, sucking mouth. “Yes, yes, suck it, suck my dick, god…” Up and down, suction and stroking, the slide of Derek’s wet lips, the, Jesus, “Harder, suck it harder, yeah, do it, fuck, do it…” Panting, unable to catch his breath, John moaned, dick throbbing, chest aching, Derek’s head in his lap, his legs over Derek’s shoulders, Derek’s arm winding around his waist.

Lost in the feeling of it, living in the pulse of his dick, breathing in time with Derek’s rhythm, digging his fingernails into his palms, John cursed with each upslide, his body tightening. He planted one foot on Derek’s back, his heel riding down the arch of Derek’s spine as he slammed his head back into the headboard again, biting his lower lip to fight off orgasm. Fuck.

Suddenly, it stopped. Derek’s mouth was gone and Derek’s hand was gone. John’s eyes snapped open just in time to see Derek pushing his legs aside and sitting back, reaching to the nightstand.

Wet dick painfully hard, struggling with a bone-deep urge to fuck and rut and thrust, John grasped for words. “What… You… Get…”

“Are you going to do what I want?” Derek asked, squirting lube onto his fingers.

John didn’t know what Derek intended to do with that lube, and he didn’t even fucking care, he just wanted to get his dick back in Derek’s mouth. “You can’t leave me like this, you fucking chained me to your fucking bed, you-”

“Tell me that you’re going to take a vacation, you’re going to relax, you’re going to stop pushing yourself to work ninety-hour weeks.”

In the back of his mind, John intended to snap that he didn’t work ninety-hour weeks, but the fact was that sometimes he did, and another fact was that Derek was rising up onto his knees and reaching back to oh god lube himself. Even knowing that it was futile, John had to jerk against his handcuffs, wanting to break free and tackle Derek, push him down to the mattress and drive into him, yank him onto his dick and fuck his gorgeous tight ass.

Derek’s thighs were splayed, his hard, thick erection rising in a slow arc from a blonde thatch, his back arching, heat blushing red up his chest, his eyes closing as his hand disappeared behind his back and his body undulated.

Another full minute of this, and John was going to break the damned headboard to get free. Straining, snarling, practically gnashing his teeth, John had never felt so damned thwarted. He wanted Derek, he wanted to slam his dick deep into Derek’s ass, he wanted to feel Derek’s fit, trimly muscular body against him, he wanted to get his hands on Derek and not let go.

Derek opened his eyes, testing John with his gaze. “Are you going to do what I want?”

“Fuck that,” John said, panting harshly. “Get over here.”

When Derek leaned closer, John’s heart jerked in his chest. When Derek’s lube-slick hand closed around his dick, John cursed against the wild rush. The brief pump and squeeze had him breathless and frantic and on the edge, and when Derek let go, John had never loved or hated him more.

Until Derek knelt astride his lap.

“What are you doing?” John demanded, knowing the answer and needing it to be true