Saturday night, we’re cuddling in bed back at my dorm after a long day of lectures. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his hair, my legs hooking themselves around his hips, pulling him in. I feel his bulge grow and he tentatively starts grinding against me.
I grin and let out an amused giggle. “Trying to tell me something?” He gives a shy laugh and buries his face in my chest as a response. I roll over on top of him, pinning him down, and smile while telling him “C’mon sweetie, use your words.”
His smile meets mine as he shyly asks “It’s been 2 weeks…. Please play with me?” My smile widens and I kiss him on the forehead with a “Good boy” before walking off to gather our toys.
Tonight I’m keeping it simple. Just a few cuffs and ropes coupled with a blindfold. More than enough for hours of endless fun. When I turn back he’s already naked and waiting on his knees. At the sight of our tools, he gets rock hard. I grin and say “aaw, excited already?” and give him a firm hug, feeling his hips desperately grind against me. We both laugh and I push him down on his back and quickly restrain his limbs to our bedposts. He tests them out, lean muscles straining against the rope. The realization of his helplessness sinks in and his cock twitches wildly in response. I give it a single stroke and giggle as he gasps.