Louis felt tongue-tied but his curiosity won, "And what do you want?" When he spoke, he found that he sounded a bit breathless, Dio’s hand slowly inching higher on his bare skin as he pushed up his shirt was the cause of that.

"A kiss..."

Louis chuckled nervously, "You don’t have to hold me down for that." He pointed out. At any other time, he would have been perfectly comfortable with this but not right now when he felt like he was about to combust. He was too conservative for how he felt at the moment, it was just as scary as it was exhilarating.

"... right here," His voice dropped as he lowered his head.

Louis cried out in shock when he felt Dio’s lips enclose his nipple, the sharp streaks of pleasure that caused made him arch slightly and throw his head back.

"W-Wait- Di- ahh..." Another cry when Dio parted his lips and took him in his heated mouth. Louis thrashed lightly, he would have probably tried harder to break away but the pleasure was like a drug, pulling him down under.

Not that he would have been able to break free of Dio’s hold even if he was lucid enough to try, he knew just how strong the other was, strong enough to hold him down effortlessly with a single hand.

Although they had been together for a while now, all they had ever shared were chaste kisses and occasional neck kisses. The fact that Dio had wanted this for months but had been holding back made Louis give in right away, not that he would have refused his boyfriend... it was just embarrassing.

His fists clenched helplessly where it was pinned above his head, his face a bright red to match the rest of his exposed torso. He bit his down on his lower lip to muffle the mortifying sounds he was making only to choke when Dio gently bit his sensitive nipple.

"D-Dio," He gasped, trying to break away again, it was a little too much.

Dio’s face was inches from his in the next moment, tousled black hair partially hiding his face as he leaned over, his mismatched eyes heavy-lidded.

Louis momentarily forgot all of his inhibitions at the sight of Dio’s face, he really loved him... His sentimental thoughts were roughly cut off when Dio pinched his spit-slicked nipple a little cruelly, taking his lips to drink down his shaky moans.

Right then, Louis thought that it was good that Dio was holding him down because he wanted to run from the wave of pleasure that he was drowning in.

Dio broke off the kiss to look around briefly, looking unsatisfied while Louis was struggling to catch his breath beneath him. Before he could recover, Dio had already taken his own shirt off to bind his wrist so that he could use both of his hands to break the tawny-haired Alpha apart.

"W-What are you-" Louis started to ask when he could speak again, Dio was using his shirt to bind his wrists together.

"Are you comfortable?" Dio asked considerately, concern peeking through the dark hunger in his black and green eyes.

Louis blinked a few times, his answer slipping out before he could properly process the question. "Yes..." Well not exactly yes - he frantically thought but Dio had already moved on, making quick work of the buttons of his shirt so that he could completely expose his torso.

He expected Dio to go back to the pleasurable torture of licking his nipples, anticipation building under his skin that he didn’t even remember to be shy under his boyfriend’s heated gaze. He didn’t expect Dio to go for his pants.

Louis felt his face heat up dangerously; even before Dio pounced on him, he was already half hard from heat pheromones so he didn’t need to look down to know that he was painfully hard in his underwear.

He groaned and hid his face with the makeshift ties around his wrist, wishing that the ceiling would cave in. Sure, he had taken several showers with Dio before so being naked around each other was no longer a novelty, but it was far different this time.

"Lou," Dio’s voice stopped him from curling up in a bid to hide away.

"I’m fine," He said in a pinched voice, forcing himself to put his hands back up. "It’s fine, you don’t have to stop." He said in a rush and he meant it but he had no control over the shame burning under his skin.

He jolted with a small plaintive sound when Dio put his weight on him, he could feel Dio on every sensitive spot, bare skin touching, and he was made painfully aware that the only thing between his lower half and Dio was a flimsy piece of underwear.

Dio tipped up Louis’ jaw with a small smile dusting his lips, "I wasn’t about to, you’re too cute when you’re flustered." He said languidly, pushing his hair back from his face.

Louis was about to hide away again from how Dio saying that made him feel. Where did his sweet and obedient boyfriend go? It couldn’t possibly be the same person who had tied him up and was currently driving him to the brink of insanity.

Dio slowly joined their lips together like he wanted to catch every nuance of the expression Louis made, he deepened the kiss, tongue dipping in to taste every inch of him.

Louis was about to find out how much he had been spared because Dio was restricted to using a single hand earlier. He threw his head back when Dio broke off their kiss to litter kisses down the column of his neck, trying to catch his breath.

It wasn’t fair, Dio was calm and not a bit breathless after kissing all of the oxygen out of Louis’ lungs, while Louis was gasping, tears filling his eyes.

He moaned when Dio’s teeth lightly graze a sensitive spot on his neck, a sound that shocked him so much that he went motionless, glassy blue eyes wide. Had that come from him?