As soon as the young teens leave, both Justin and Brian let out a collective sigh. Looking at the mess left on the table, Justin only shakes his head. “At least they’re gone. I can’t believe how loud they were. Was I that loud? I couldn’t have been that loud…” he mumbles to himself. Smiling softly, Brian starts to put the dishes in the washer, watching his husband talk to himself. Stopping, he turns to Brian with a smirk, “What are you smiling about?” Grinning broadly, Brian simply shrugs. “Asshole,” He teases. Picking up a glass, he walks back into the kitchen, “And what’s with Joep’s nose ring? He’s like, what? Fourteen? With a nose ring? What’s this world coming to? Fourteen year olds with nose rings… fuckin’ crazy.” Frowning, he looks up at Brian, “Don’t give me that look!” “I didn’t say a thing.” Brian says with a grin. Scowling, Justin shakes his head, “Why can’t Molly make friends with…I don’t know….boring kids? Is that too much to ask?” “Justin,” Brian begins, “Your sister has pink hair.” “He has a nose ring, Brian!” Closing the dishwasher, he sighs, “At least Adriaan doesn’t have one…yet. And what’s with Sofie having green hair? Why green? Doesn’t she know how awful she looks with it? It totally doesn’t go with her skin tone at all! If anything she should try a light purple maybe…green doesn’t do her any justice. Who the fuck did her hair anyways?” “Maybe the same person who pierced Joep’s nose?” Justin stops and turns to look at his husband’s smirk and can’t help but smile back, “I’m taking this too far, aren’t I?” “I’m not saying a word.” Sighing, Justin walks over and wraps his arms around Brian’s waist. “You don’t have too. I know. Molly isn’t a little kid anymore. She’s smart enough to make certain decisions… and even if I don’t agree with them, I should just support her and let her have that independence she’s looking for.” “Hmmm,” Brian says, kissing Justin’s lips, “Something like that.” “At least it isn’t her nose.” “Thank fuckin’ God for small favors,” Brian admits. Chuckling, Justin kisses Brian’s mouth. “Okay, enough about the annoying teenagers.” “Aren’t you still a teen-ager, Mr. Nineteen year old?” “One month to go, Babe.” “Babe?” Brian laughs out loud, “Okay, now I’ve been called everything.” Laughing with him, Justin slowly begins to unbutton Brian’s shirt. “I thought we were going to see the galleries?” Brian asks as he helps his lover quicken the pace with his shirt. “I never said that,” Justin replies, pulling off Brian’s shirt and working on his husband’s pants. “You might like what you see.” Pulling down Brian’s pants, Justin wonders why his husband even bothers owning any underwear since he never seems to be wearing any. “I like what I’m seeing now.” “Well, I have been told that I am a work of art.” “I’d have to agree,” Justin admits with a seductive smile before licking a trail down his lover’s shaft and circling the tip with his tongue. Leaning back on his heels, he looks up at his husband and grins. Arching his brow, Brian smirks, “What?” “I’m just imagining you in the perfect pose for a painting I might want to do later.” Brian can’t help but smile back, loving the fact that his husband’s muse was returning and that he was the inspiration. Standing back up, Justin pulls him towards the bedroom and whispers softly against Brian’s ear, “Lie on your back and wait for me.” Brian’s cock twitches at the demand and he forces himself to saunter and now skip towards the bedroom. When Justin got creative… sex was mind-blowing. Brian couldn’t fuckin’ wait to see what the blonde had in store for him. He can hear noises from the other room, but refrains from leaving the bed. Within minutes, his blonde lover returns with several long, red ropes that he remembered seeing earlier, but never asked about them; though he was curious about them because the material was softer than any ropes he had ever touched. Looking up, Justin crawls onto the bed and gently places the ropes down. “I bought these while you were in Pittsburgh. I saw them in a store and remembered seeing them used in an exhibit I had wanted to go see but missed.” Picking one of the long strands up, he slowly lets it graze against his lover’s firm chest. “They’re made from hemp.” “I like them already.” Chuckling softly, Justin studies each rope for a moment before turning his attention back to Brian, asking, “Have you ever heard of Kinbaku?” Brian tries to think. The term sounded familiar, but nothing came to mind. Justin smiles again, “You’re cute when you’re trying to remember something.” “I’m always cute.” Snickering, Justin returns to the ropes, “When I’m done with you, cute will not be the first word coming into my mind.” Looking up at the ceiling, Justin looks thoughtful. Brian looks up to where his husband is looking up, “You’re shitting me, right?” With the most innocent eyes that Justin can muster, he asks, “What do you mean?” “You’re not fuckin’ hanging me from that fuckin’ fan.” “Of course not, Brian,” Justin says with an amused smile. Brian lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I don’t know the weight bearing capacity of our fan.” “Justin…” With a grin, Justin stands on the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “I have a hook installed up there.” “What?!” “Well after the bought the ropes, I installed a hook beside the fan. It’s very strong. I made sure of it.” “I’m afraid to ask how.” “Shut up.” Standing on his tip toes, Justin begins to wrap the red strands around the hook. “Do you know what you’re doing?” Justin only grins as he continues. “You know,” Brian begins slowly, “I’ve always been supportive of the arts…but… hanging me from the ceiling---” “Trust me, Brian,” Justin says with a smirk, “You’ll like this.” Wrapping several of the ropes together; Justin smiles and gestures for Brian to come over to where he’s standing. Brian stares at him for a moment and Justin chuckles softly. “Come here,” Justin speaks softly, yet there is a slight firmness to his voice that leaves no room for questioning. Sitting on his knees, Brian crawls over to Justin and the numerous red ropes that are now hanging from the disclosed hook. “Good boy,” Justin says with an impish grin. “Brat.” Slowly, Justin begins to slide one of the soft red strands across Brian’s smooth chest, smiling softly at the surprised reaction from his husband. Relaxing under the touch of the yielding ropes, Brian can’t help but marvel at the absolute softness of the strands as more are added along the sides of his torso and carefully wrapped across his chest. Before he realizes it, his arms are suddenly pushed back from the restraints and he finds his hand interlocking with his other wrist from behind his back. Opening his mouth, Brian is about to say something about his sudden found predicament, when another rope is gently brushed against his nipples and wrapped directly under his pectorals. Looking down, he watches his lover’s serious gaze as he studies each rope before applying the next in order to make every strand asymmetrical. Feeling Brian’s eyes on him, Justin looks up slowly and smiles wickedly before sticking out his tongue and licking each taut nipple until Brian starts to moan. “It gets better,” he promises softly. Wrapping more of the strands along Brian’s waist, he walks behind his lover and gently slides another rope across the older man’s ass, lightly swatting it with the rope before wrapping it along one thigh. Leaning close, Justin’s lips kiss the awakened skin, his hands tightening the rope along Brian’s thigh before pushing his fingers underneath of the strand and massaging the flesh. Brian sighs, his entire body vibrating. He didn’t think this would feel so good but it was as if each rope was pressing on a specific erogenous zone and the varying degrees of tightness was starting to take him into a whole new level. “Justin…” he moans, feeling Justin’s tongue in his ass. Licking and probing for several moments, Justin pulls back, ignoring the groaned protest from his husband. Reaching for another strand, the blonde begins work on the other thigh, making sure that the ropes wrap entirely around Brian’s leg. Pushing him forward, Justin holds onto Brian’s hips to keep his lover from feeling too vulnerable. Tying the strand to his husband’s ankle, he quickly works the other leg and then takes a step back to admire his work. “Fuck,” Justin whispers to himself. The dark red ropes contrasting against Brian’s lightly tanned skin was enough to make the nineteen year old cum on the spot. Letting his eyes gaze at his work, he smiles. Brian was a living work of art. Each strand was wrapped perfectly: his knees bent, ankles tied to the back of his thighs. Brian’s upper arms tied back… his entire body moist from sweat. “Brian…” Justin says softly, in awe and he quickly realizes that he’s touching himself as he is watching his husband bound in front of him. Walking over to face him, Justin tweaks Brian’s nipples, watching his lover’s attempts to stifle his moans. Cupping his partner’s balls in his hand, Justin leans in close and whispers, “Feel good?” Brian’s eyes are closed and he exhales slowly. “Shall I take that as a ‘yes’?” He asks as he slowly strokes his husband’s cock. Biting his lower lip, Brian nods. As exposed as he was in this position, he couldn’t believe how fuckin’ good it felt. The soft ropes felt supportive against his skin, even though he knew that one sudden move could cause him to test the hook’s strength. Taking another soft strand, Justin starts to slide it across Brian’s cock, watching it twitch beneath the rope. Quickening his pace, he continues to slide it up and down the shaft, enjoying the moans coming out of his lover’s mouth as he tightens and loosens the rope until the brunette climaxes with a gritted “Fuck!” Leaning down, Justin licks some of the cum off his husband’s tip, smiling when Brian gasps and moans once again. Sitting up, he licks the side of his lover’s face, “You look so fuckin’ hot… and you taste so fuckin’ good… I just gotta fuck you… over and over and over again…” “Oh God…” Brian moans as he feels himself getting hard again from the thought of Justin ramming into him. “I want to hear you say it,” Justin demands softly as he reaches for a condom. Crawling behind him, he lightly kisses each ass cheek before stabbing his tongue into his lover’s opening. “Fuck!” Brian moans, wanting to move but being unable to. Wrestling with the bounds, he feels the ropes start to tighten on their own accord, pushing against the sides of his neck and causing a sudden rush of endorphins to shoot within his body. “Juuuustiiin…,” he moans again, the ropes pushing hard against the soles of his feet and causing another rush of heat to tingle throughout him. Sliding his tongue out slowly, Justin slides the condom over his dick and lets the tip tease his lover’s hole. “Yes?” “Fuck me!” Brian screams, no longer caring if he sounded as desperate as he felt. With one swift movement, Justin slams hard into his husband’s ass. “Shit!” He hisses, gasping for breath and yet trying to push back against Justin, wanting more. “Fuck me…” he moans. Sliding out, Justin grasps Brian’s hips firmly as he quickly starts to slam into his lover’s ass, driving in and out of him mercilessly. Head arched back, Brian can only moan and whimper as he feels himself being fucked senseless, his body swinging and yet being held at the same time…his mind was spinning and suddenly he was cumming for a second time. Falling against Brian, Justin holds on tight as his own orgasm takes force. “Fuck.” Brian states between gasps. Slowly sliding out, Justin disposes of the condom and kisses his husband’s back. “You were incredible.” Brian closes his eyes, feeling sleep fast approaching. He can feel Justin reach up from above him and suddenly he collapses on the bed. Opening his eyes, he looks at his husband in surprise. “The secret is using only one or two knots for the entire scene,” Justin says with a knowing smile as he holds up the suddenly unwrapped strands in his hands. Nodding his head, Brian immediately succumbs to sleep. With a smile, Justin tosses the ropes under the bed and pulls his husband close to him. Today was turning into an exceptionally good morning.