Title: Bound Love
By: it-glitters
Pairing: Greg/Nick
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nick finally admits that he wants to see Greg enchained. Written as part of this series and the Smut_69 challenge.

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"Are you sure that you trust me to do this?" Nick asked, holding the rope in his hand. Greg was already naked and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Greg lifted his eyes and nodded.

Nick was in a similar state of undress, his cock rigid and leaking already against his thigh. He leaned over to start tying the reigns. His cock smacked gently against Greg's face. Greg opened his mouth and started to suckle gently, savoring the taste of the pre-cum.

Nick moaned and forgot his task momentarily – losing his dominance to the sweetness that was Greg's open mouth. He could feel Greg's tongue probing the underside of his swollen member – laving the vein and moving up to increase suction on the over-sensitized head.

Nick forced himself to grab Greg by the back of his head. "Baby, stop!" he yelled, to himself as much as Greg. It had taken him forever to finally ask for what he really wanted, and now that they were going to do it, he didn't want to blow his load too early.

Greg whimpered slightly as he pulled his pink, swollen lips away from Nick's member. Nick gazed down at his lover, crouched on his knees, the young man's own organ straight and hard against his thigh. Nick loved it most when it was like that. Eight pink, perfect inches, jutting straight out from the well-groomed patch of brown pubic hair. It was part of their foreplay, grooming each other – a pastime that often lead to mutual masturbation, as it had yesterday.

A part of him wanted nothing more to throw Greg onto the bed and settle between the younger man's thighs, sucking him until he screamed and moaned out for Nick to stop. He could smell Greg's arousal. He could imagine how the perfect pink organ would feel on his tongue, the way Greg would grip at his hair, the way he would moan and swear as he arched and came, his channel tightening around the finger that Nick had slid inside.

But today was about living out Nick's fantasy. His fantasy was also his secret shame. He loved the dominance of it – loved the idea of Greg being on his knees, bound and at his complete mercy. Nick could do anything to the man tied below him. It was a feeling of masculinity compounded by the fact that Greg would let him do whatever he wished.

Nick started by tying the soft leather around Greg's hands, which were placed neatly in the small of his back. Then, taking the length he crossed it over Greg's chest, taking care to make sure that it was just at the nipples. He watched as Greg shuddered and licked his still swollen lips. A droplet of pre-cum fell from the tip of his now reddened member and darkened the carpeting.

Tying a knot at the back of Greg's neck, Nick surveyed his work and dropped to his knees. Greg's body was his – and only his. He was going to ravish it in ways that no other man or woman ever had. Grabbing onto the reigns he pushed Greg forward, exposing the young man's ass and forcing his chest to the ground. Greg spread his knees to be able to remain in the position longer – an act that only opened his hole more to Nick.

Licking his lips hungrily, Nick blew a hot breath across the tightly closed opening. Greg began to whimper and tried to gain friction between his cock and the ground beneath him. Nick steadied the trembling hips of the man in front of him and kissed the scarred back. Ignoring his own need for a moment he brushed a dry finger along Greg's crack, pausing at the tight hole, pushing gently and eliciting a moan from his captive lover.

Nick was torn between fucking Greg and forcing him to suck him off. There was something so highly erotic about the way Greg looked with a cock shoved deep in his throat. But, there was also something about how he looked with a cock in his ass, too.

Nick stood up and gently helped Greg to his feet. He laid Greg down on the bed and admired the splendid bound perfect that lay before him. He wanted to; no, needed to fuck Greg.

He slid between his lovers splayed thighs and kissed him deeply, rubbing their swollen dicks together, letting the precum aid the glide. "Baby?"

"Anything," Greg moaned back as he lifted his hips to rub the hot silk of his engorged cock against Nick's inner thigh.

He kissed the skin of Greg's neck and fondled his balls gently with his finger. "I wanna tie your feet to the headboard," he whispered, feeling his face flush with shame just from uttering the words.

"Yes, oh sweet fucking God, yes. Fuck me!" Greg panted fervently as Nick continued to kiss the pulse points of his neck. Nick continued downward, taking a nipple and some of the leather into his mouth, biting gently. Greg arced against him and cried when Nick moved so that there would be no friction for Greg's leaking cock. "Nicky!" he moaned, screaming Nick's name like a vile swear.

Nick looked around, needing to improvise to get what he needed to tie Greg's feet to their wrought iron headboard. Greg had bought it specifically for him, knowing about his kink, before Nick himself was even able to admit it. He left Greg on the bed, panting for breath and went into their closet, pulling out two belts. When he returned, Greg had already bent himself in half, leaving each foot against the cold iron.

"Yes! Fuck yes," Nick groaned, trying to focus on getting the belts to restrain Greg's feet. When he was finished he crawled to the end of the bed to survey what lay in front of him. His lover with his hands behind his back and leather reigns crisscrossing his chest, feet over his head, secured to the headboard, and then a wanton little hole, begging to be fucked.

He had forgotten the lube in the nightstand. He brushed over Greg's body to get it, which caused a stir in the younger man's barely held together state. "Soon, gorgeous," Nick panted hotly in Greg's ear as he uncapped the lube. "I'm going to fuck you so good, baby," he whispered as he thrust two wet fingers into Greg's tiny opening.

Greg tried to move against the restraints, but it was impossible. He stared at Nick with tears in his eyes, he wanted it so bad. Nick kissed him and lubed his cock. Lining it up with the hardly prepared entrance, Nick pushed the head of his cock past the tight barrier. He felt Greg bite down lightly on his tongue – no matter how long the had been doing it, Greg was rarely ready to accommodate Nick's girth.

Placing his hands on either side of Greg's shoulders, Nick broke the kiss and forced the rest of his length as far into his lover as possible. He watched as Greg's eyes rolled back in his head, and he knew that he was hitting the sweet spot. Nick leaned his weight onto his right arm and used his left to stoke Greg in time with his thrusts.

Nick knew that Greg was enjoying it when he said absolutely nothing – when his body went loose and pliable under Nick's knowledgeable touch - that was when Nick was in control. Leaning down to kiss the soft lips of his lover once more, Nick thrust up and simultaneously twisted the head of Greg's cock. The response was instant; Greg screamed and shot his thick, creamy load onto Nick's hand and chest.

Greg's head rolled back into the pillows, and Nick continued to fuck the seemingly boneless shell of his lover. Touching his coated hand to his lips, Nick shot deep within Greg's trembling body.

He collapsed into Greg – only for a moment. He was still aware that Greg was bound in the most extreme of the word. Nick put his hands at up and pulled at the belts that enchained Greg's feet, he had prepared them for quick release if necessary. Nick looked up at Greg and watched as he took in shaky breaths with half lidded eyes.

Nick tenderly caressed the thighs of his lover that trembled with the exertion of being held up for so long. He moved up the well-used body and untied the reigns that we bound behind Greg's neck. He quickly untied the reigns and started them off of Greg's body. He was instantly sorry, even in his post-orgasmic haze. There were red welts already rising into the pale, unmarked flesh.

"Shit, baby... I'm sorry..." Nick nearly cried, tracing just below the lines with a tentative finger.

"Huh?" Greg managed out in a happy, satiated way that denoted that he had just engaged in the most pleasing sexual experience of his life.

"The welts..." Nick continued, tracing the lines once more.

Greg turned into Nick and threw his leg over Nick's, "Don't matter," he muttered. "Love you," he whispered before he fell asleep and started to snore lightly.

Moving slightly, Nick turned off the bedside lamp that had lit their devious tryst and allowed himself to cuddle into the arms of a man that understood his needs, even if he didn't understand them himself.

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