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Blake's eyes close as the other strokes his jaw, relishing that attention but hearing his voice he opens his eyes again lips parting for Butch.

So good. So obedient. Butch feeds the silk in, enough to quiet, not so much as to cause pain. He ties a careful bow behind the man's head and then strokes his hair.

"You look like a present dear. But an underwrapped one."

Blake accepts the silk, looking up at him and leaning into the other's hand. His body is alive with sensation, anticipation and desire. Butch knew just how to play him and he always did it so expertly and Blake loves to submit to him completely. It's a release all on it's own to had it over to his Daddy and to just be his boy.

"Mm," He mewls, not trying to actually form words with the silk now.

Good, and god he's beautiful. Florida reaches out to stroke his jaw before sighing and taking up the ropes again. Time to start with all the knots.

"When I'm done tying you up, I'm going to make you come, my sweet boy. Is that what you want?"

Blake moans around the silk feeling it already wet with his saliva as he enjoys the process of the other starting with the knots. His eyes are on the other as he listens carefully to every word.

His answer is a moan and a nod, unable to speak clearly with the gag. It would be amazing to be able to come.

"Well, we'll see if you can earn it, my sweet boy," Butch muses as he finishes a knot at the back of the man's wrists and then raises the rope to curl around Blake's chest in just the right way for the rope to move over nipples.

Blake makes a quiet sound of affirmation. He will do his best to earn it. Even better than an orgasm is pleasing the other man in many ways. A soft whimper comes around the silk as the rope is adjusted and now is right there to stimulate sensitive nipples. He takes in a deeper breath through his nose as his eyes follow Butch still.

Oh so lovely. So attentive. Butch LOVES it. A lot. Licks his lips as he ties the rope off behind Blake. It's not over yet. He's got to deal with his legs. But right now the man needs some praise.

"You're so beautiful like this, my dear."

Blake soaks up the praise, keeping his breathing steady as he focuses on Butch's voice, his words. He knows there is more to do and the pause for this helps him focus, to get ready for more. The process is always slow but steady and required patience from the both of them. But the way the bonds pressed into his skin, rubbing against sensitive areas at the barest movement is tantalizing. He hums softly in acknowledgement, his eyes showing that he's proud at that the other's words.

Proud of him? Oh, how sweet. Butch grins at his lover and leans forward to kiss his hair. So precious, so lovely.

"You are a piece of art," he let the other know before he moved to start back with the ropes, this time down to start wrapping his legs.

Blake hums softly, pleased. He vaguely recalls this is supposed to be a punishment but it feels so good. Butch knows just how to do it. He savors each part of the other working with the ropes, feeling the friction of it on his skin and he's compliant to any thing that the other needs him to do to get the right design.

Was it punishment? Or just pleasure for them both? Both. Absolutely both.

Butch makes sure that his hands drag over Blake's thighs each time he passes the ropes around, and it's fun. So lovely to feel him. So lovely to feel it all, and he is happy to feel the softness of his skin.

Blake does his best not to move at all, to keep his muscles steady, to not shiver or tremble as the other works— as he touches him and his hands, the ropes all a myriad of erotic sensation. But he does allow the soft sounds of pleasure of need.

Most of all he focuses on being good for him.

"Do you love this, my good boy? Nod if you do," Butch instructs as he kisses the other man's thigh briefly.

The rope keeps going, creating knots between the man's ankles.

Blake nods without hesitation. He does love this. He whimpers a little as his eyes lower, his skin tingling at the press of the others lips, the movement of the rope.

He loves the detail in it, how much time it takes and how patient Butch is to do it as well as he does.

Patience was just the way Butch was. He wanted what he wanted and he would take the time to get what he desired. And that time would do him good. Really good.

"Are you enjoying yourself, are you eager for my touch?"

Because he wanted to hear that his lover was aroused. Sure, he coudl see it, but he wanted to 'hear' it.

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