Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Gift ( Chapter 8 )

 

 

“Damn it, Schuldig, untie me this instant,” Crawford demanded.

 

“I think . . . not. At least not for a while. Besides, you need to relax.”

 

“This is far from relaxing, I can assure you,” he growled, testing the strength of the bonds.

 

“Who knew something so soft could hold a hundred and eighty pound man.”

 

“Hundred and seventy,” Crawford corrected.

 

“Vanity from you, Brad? There's a scary thought.” Schuldig smirked and brought one more tie to cover Crawford's eyes.

 

“Goddamn it, Schuldig. Take this thing off of me, I can't see.”

 

“But that's the whole point, Herr Crawford. When one of the senses is muted, the other sharpen. So, for once, you'll have to just *feel* instead of *see*. And this fulfils a little fantasy of mine. After all, who wouldn't want their boss bound and at their mercy.”

 

Crawford felt Schuldig's hair brush across his chest then felt a long lick from the edge of his collarbone to his ear.

 

“Mmmm,” Schuldig chuckled. “Even more delicious than I'd imagined. You almost taste sweet, Herr Crawford.”

 

Schuldig couldn't suppress the grin as he began to slowly work his way down Crawford's body. Placing kisses and light bites along the way. Teasing every hot spot mercilessly with brushes of his fingertips and hair.

 

Crawford's teeth clamped down hard on his bottom lip, trying to hold back any sounds of pleasure. That would only encourage Schuldig and make things worse. But damn, it the man wasn't good at what he was doing. He rapidly lost the battle not to make any noise when Schuldig started to nibble on the expanse of skin just below his navel, causing him to moan and squirm trying to get more contact.

 

“Knew you'd like that,” Schuldig said evilly as he ran his hands lightly up Crawford's thighs.

 

“Schuldig, stop this now before things get out of hand.”

 

“Oh, I think I can get things well *in* hand,” Schuldig said, wrapping his fingers around Crawford's hard length. This caused the other man to gasp and arch his hips up off of the desk. Schuldig squeezed lightly and licked his lips in anticipation.

 

“Are you sure you weren't a porn star in your younger years?”

 

“Schuldig, damn it, untie me,” Crawford said, sounding breathless.

 

“Nein,” Schuldig said, leaning forward to breathe hotly over the erection in his hand.

 

Crawford squirmed, trying to get away from the oh so pleasant sensations. Damn it, this should not be happening with one of his subordinates, he argued with himself. While his mind was busy denying what was happening his body had a completely different set of ideas. If he hadn't been tied down he probably would have shot straight off of the desk as Schuldig's lips closed around the head. The evil little chuckle Schuldig uttered seemed to vibrate through his entire body. He managed to hold back the needy little whimper as the other man's tongue played with the sensitive underside of his shaft. He didn't quite manage to hold his silence when Schuldig's mouth closed around him completely and sank all the way down to the base. The suction increased on every up stroke and Schuldig took his time running his tongue around the head before sinking back down again.

 

“Are . . . you sure . . . you don't have . . . the . . . oh gods! Vacuum hose . . . on me?”

 

The laugh from Schuldig while his lips were still wrapped around a rather sensitive part of his anatomy sent Crawford over the edge. His entire body was shaking by the time he'd finished empting himself into Schuldig's mouth. He didn't think he'd cum like that since his teenage years.

 

He felt Schuldig's tongue start tracing along the flat lines of his stomach. The sensation was suddenly gone but his skin now felt sticky where Schuldig's tongue had been.

 

“Schuldig, what the hell did you just do?”

 

“Gave you one of the best blow gifts you've ever had in your life.”

 

“Don't you mean blow “job”?”

 

“Oh, I can assure you, it was *not* a chore. You'll see soon enough, Herr Crawford.”

 

Crawford heard the door to his office open then close again. After a few minutes, he managed to work one wrist free from the restraint. An Eagle Scout Schuldig was not. He pulled the tie from over his eyes and looked down at himself in horror. Spelled out on his stomach in now dried semen was S.C.H.U.S.

 

It was amazing how many revenge plots could spawn in the space of an instant, Crawford mused.