Strength and Power

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: bondage, hand-jobs, anal sex, fingering, strap-on, dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon

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Normally, Pride wasn’t all that interested in ropes. He didn’t have the patience to sit down and learn all the proper ties, especially not when leather belts and chains were both faster and sexier. Between the two of them, Justice was the shibari fan, enjoying the gradual process and full-body intimacy. Pride entertained it because all he had to do was sit there and look pretty—which he was great at, for the record—but rarely picked out the cords of twisted hemp on his own.

Tonight, however, he had a point to prove.

Pride looped and tied the last knot around Justice’s ankle, high up on the corner of the headboard. His other leg and both his arms were already bound, wrists behind his head, and the other ankle tied to the opposite corner. It was an impressive pose for anyone, and Justice held it beautifully.

“How does that feel?” Pride asked.

“Fine,” Justice said. He flexed his hands, fingers peeking out from behind his head. “Your knots are getting better.”

Pride hummed distractedly, skipping his fingers down the inside of Justice’s leg. In this position, practically folded in half, all his firm muscles and surprising flexibility were on proud display. The rope spread his legs obscenely wide, exposing round curves and strong tendons. His broad chest counted his breaths heavily, pecs squished into his torso where his body folded. His partly flexed biceps were drool-worthy. And most importantly, his hard cock pressed up into his stomach, and his lovely ass, perfectly round and begging to have something stuffed in it. The dildo hanging from Pride’s strap would look so good inside him.

But not yet. He had a point to make.

After a final rope check, he sat right in front of Justice, hands pressed to the inside of his thighs. His eyelashes fluttered and his breath hitched, all the strength in his physique melting under that simple touch. Pride scraped his nails a bit, smiling.

“You know, Justice,” he began, deceptively casual, “I bet you could snap these ropes off if you wanted to.”

“Maybe,” he said.

“No, not maybe.” Pride slipped his hands over his hips, curving around his sides. “You throw that sword around like it’s nothing. You’ve literally bench-pressed me before.”

“As a joke.”

“But you didn’t even break a sweat.” He crept up to his chest. “If you really tried, these things would be useless.”

Pride slid his arms around his neck, tracing his fingers over the ropes at his wrists. It wasn’t clear if Justice was listening, eyes fixated on his lips while he spoke. Pride gave him a small kiss, pressing forward on his knees, letting the strap-on rest against his hip.

“And think about how much stronger than me you are,” he continued. “I’m so short, you could throw me over your shoulder no matter what I tried to do about it. Everything I do to you—it would be so easy to fight me off. You’d barely have to try.”

Justice met his eye, confused. “I don’t want to.”

Pride grinned, scraping down his jaw with the ends of his sharp nails. “Exactly.”

He closed the distance for a deeper kiss, rewarding him for the observation. Justice sighed hotly, mouth falling open in want already. Pride teased him with the end of his tongue, brushing against him softly, but pulled back before there could be any true satisfaction. Justice whined, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s what I’m talking about, J,” he said, and pressed against his ear. “Did you notice I’m using our thinnest rope?”

Justice blinked. He whipped his head around to stare at his ankle. There was no mistaking it—the quarter-inch thick strands were plain to see, visibly thinner than the three-eighths thick rope they normally used. Pride traced his finger around one of the loops.

“I know you can break this,” he murmured, “but you won’t. You don’t want to use all these.” He groped Justice wherever he could find an obvious muscle—his arms, his chest, his thighs. “Not when you can be helpless and weak for me.”

 Justice swallowed hard, nodding. Pride couldn’t resist kissing him then, mashing their lips together to make up for his earlier lack. Eager, Justice opened his mouth wide, and Pride slid his tongue in. At the same time, he felt up his helpless angel, squeezing and pinching and caressing him, body ripe for his taking. Justice tried to squirm, whimpering under his touch, and managed to get absolutely nowhere. His cock started to leak, a shiny dot of pre-cum marking his stomach where it rested. Pride dragged a finger down the shaft. It twitched and Justice whined.

“Do you know what my favorite part is?” Pride asked, curling around his cock and stroking it. “The best part about you choosing to be weak?”

Panting hard, Justice shook his head weakly. His face crumbled and he moaned when Pride gave him a hard stroke, pulling his foreskin back to dance his fingers over the tip.

“My favorite part is getting to use that big, tall, sexy body all I want.” Pride sank his teeth into the side of his neck, and he choked. Pride sucked it and kissed him there. “You let little old me do terrible things to you, Justice, whether you like it or not.”

“I like it,” he breathed, half-moaning. “I w-want it.”

Pride curled his wrist on his next stroke, relishing the soft whine he got. “Yeah?” he asked. “You like being all exposed for me to play with?”

To punctuate his statement, he slid his empty hand down to pull at the rim of his hole. Justice gasped all the air out of his lungs, eyes flying open wide in helpless shock. Pride brushed the tip against his hole while he stroked, teasing him until he cried out for mercy.

“Please!” Justice begged. “Please, be inside me, please.”

Pride ignored him. He took his strap away and leaned in close. “How does it feel,” he asked, “to have to beg for someone you could break so easily?”

He nearly sobbed, “Good, it feels good, it feels good, I—”

Pride cut him off by grabbing his chin and kissing him fiercely, throwing all his weight behind it. Justice accepted it with a moan, panting and whining into his mouth desperately. It was absolutely perfect—his cock gushing pre-cum over his fingers, the adorable noises he made, his body strung up for his entertainment. But Pride knew how to improve on perfection.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighed, kissing Justice along his jaw. “That’s my second favorite thing.” While he mouthed his way down, he reached for the lube on the bed behind him. He popped the cap and slathered his fingers in it. “Getting to use you wouldn’t be nearly as fun if you weren’t so gorgeous.”

Justice gasped when Pride breached his hole, pushing inside him with a pair of fingers. With his legs spread so wide, it was easy as ever to dive down to the last knuckle, pushing through his hot, snug insides. Justice had his head back against the headboard, face frozen in erotic shock. It was as if he’d never been stuffed before. Pride sighed dreamily, working his fingers back out, and slowing the strokes over his cock.

“So pretty,” he repeated, “and all mine. Aren’t you?”

There was no use in fishing for a response. Justice could barely keep his eyes open, much less form a coherent sentence. But he managed a shaky nod that Pride rewarded him for, a nice curl against his prostate that made him whimper.

“You deserve every second of this,” Pride told him. “Do you know how often I have to stop myself from bending you over?” He pressed in deep, stroking down at the same time. “Dozens of times, Justice. Every single day.”

It may have been an exaggeration, but not by much. Pride caught himself salivating over Justice multiple times daily, no matter what they were doing. So often he slipped into daydreams about running his hands over his chest, or how good it would feel to cup and squeeze his ass through a pair of jeans. Every hug was a reminder of his sturdy arms. When Pride sat in his lap, it was atop his powerful thighs. All of his gentle strength, overwhelming in more than one way, drove him crazy with fantasies—especially knowing it was all his to take advantage of, whenever he pleased.

“Do you even know how pretty you are?” he wondered aloud. “You spend every day in this beautiful body, get it fucked so often…” Pride pressed their foreheads together, taking a mocking pity on him. “But do you even know why? Are you just so happy to be used, you don’t even think about it?”

Justice heaved in response. His eyes were blown dark with lust and his mouth puffed out heady whines and moans. Pride kissed him, swallowing up his sounds, delighted by all he could do with two hands and his voice.

“Maybe I should tell you about it,” he murmured. “I can tell you all about how sexy you are.”

The tightness of his ass had gone pliant, a warm, accepting hole Pride could not wait to fill even more. He sat back on his heels to slick his strap, taking great pleasure in the way Justice watched. Hazy eyes flicked down immediately to watch him stroke the silicone shaft, so eager. Pride couldn’t help showing off a little, pulling it back by the tip.

“All this is going in you, baby,” he promised, scooting forward to keep it. “I’m gonna break this bed on you.”

Whether Justice moaned from his words or his first thrust, it was impossible to tell. The important thing was that he took the whole strap in one go—not that he had much of a choice, put on such a pretty display. Pride slid his arms around his neck and made out with him for a minute or two, pumping his hips in tiny strokes. Justice whimpered with each little thrust, desperate against his lips.

“I think I’ll start up here,” Pride said, squeezing his biceps. He made his little pushes bigger, pulling farther out before he plunged back in. “You say you lifted me as a joke, but it was dead sexy to me.”

Justice shuddered a whine. Pride kissed his cheek, smoothing up his forearms to his wrists and back down again. His palms skated over the smooth, attractive, round shape of his muscles, tiny dots of his freckles spraying from his shoulders.

“You were so in control of me,” he continued, “and look at you now. All that control, being put to good use.”

Pride snapped his hips, Justice moaning and going taut under his hands. He bit his lip, caressing his strong arms. Before he could get too distracted, though, he moved on. Keeping up his thrusts, he slid his hands down to grab his pecs and squished the supple, unflexed muscle. Justice gasped, chest jumping.

“Can’t forget about these,” Pride said, kneading him there. “My favorite pair of man-tits.”

Justice managed to laugh between his breathy moans. Pride pinched and squeezed him, fanned his palms out to rub as much as he could. He turned himself on by accident, groaning when the little brown nipples grew hard under his palms.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he swore, moving his hips faster. “I can’t fucking think when you take your shirt off. Or if it’s so tight I can see these things through it?” He sighed hotly. “It’s basically lingerie. It’s like you’re trying make me wet enough to stain my pants.”

Since he picked up speed, Justice had been nothing but breathless whining. He tried to squirm as Pride groped his chest, a tiny moan slipping out at his final words. Pride rolled his hips deeply, driving into Justice hard.

“Did you know that?” he asked. “Did you know you make me drip every time you wear a t-shirt? Because you do, Justice.” He thrusted hard again, savoring the moan he pushed out. “And that’s not even the sexiest thing about you.”

From his chest, Pride crammed his hands down to the crease of his body and gripped his waist. Being folded like a sheet of paper didn’t stop Justice from keening beautifully for it, messy cock twitching against his stomach. Pride used the leverage to fuck him harder, slamming into his ass.

“You’re fucking adorable,” he said. “You love having your sexy waist squeezed so much, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” Justice moaned, his first words in ages. Pride snickered, giving him his wish, and pounding his ass hard. He yanked all his restraints in his euphoria, crying out breathlessly.

“I’m glad you like this so much because you’ve got such a perfect, fuckable waist.” Pride punctuated his words with thrusts, gripping his middle tighter each time. Justice shook, curling his toes and throwing his head back in ecstasy. Pride watched with lidded eyes, tempted to jerk his cock furiously until he came right then, but there was one more place he had to go.

Giving him one last squeeze, Pride left his waist. He stretched his arms out wide, and scraped all the way down the insides of Justice’s legs. Justice moaned shakily as Pride caressed his thighs, pinched where his hips met his ass, and generally showered his lower half with the same attention he offered everywhere else. He kept thrusting too, fucking Justice hard, and it clearly drove him crazy. He whined and twisted futilely as Pride pounded his ass, but never even suggested he wanted to stop or slow down.

“Look how good you are at taking it,” Pride praised. “You and that perfect ass of yours. Every time I bend you over, I get such an amazing view—and right now.” He watched Justice take his strap for a few thrusts. The dildo disappeared into his ass like magic. “I wish I could fuck you all day.”

Justice whined, long and desperate. At last, Pride took pity and grabbed his cock again, giving him long, firm strokes. Justice choked himself to silence, eyelashes fluttering and mouth gaping wide.

“Oh, you’re shaking.” It was true—Justice’s thighs quaked in his pose, trembling from all the work Pride made them do. Pride grinned in his face. “I love that too.”

Justice grit his teeth, a high whine leaking out. Pride stroked him fast, pounded into him, and pressed his final words against his ear.

“I could tell you how sexy you are for hours,” he said, “but all you need to know is that your big, sexy body belongs to me.”

He was too far gone to speak, but Justice nodded frantically, whimpering, face crumbling by the second. Pride kept up all his work until the moment he came in silence, but it was no less intense. His cock striped his body up to his heaving chest, legs shaking, until his entire body went limp in his restraints. Pride gently pulled out to release his ankles and give him a break. They flopped to the mattress unceremoniously. Justice hung his head, chin buried in his chest.

“Feeling okay?” Pride asked, picking him up by the cheeks.

Justice looked like a dead fish. His eyes were glassy and blank, his mouth flopped open uselessly, and a wet trail of drool coated his cheek. Pride pursed his lips so he couldn’t laugh.

“Okay,” he said, strained. “Maybe I’ll get you some water.”

He didn’t reply, but his head nodded loosely. Pride untied his wrists before he left to the kitchen, had a tiny laughing fit, and came back with a glass of water. Justice grabbed it with both hands and drained it in about four seconds.

“More?” Pride asked. Justice shook his head and flopped over on to the pillows. All of them.

Openly chuckling now, Pride sat next to him, stroking his arm. Sometimes the biggest, strongest angels of all needed a little demon’s help.

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