A/N: Hey all! So, I've had the idea for this oneshot for a while, but I couldn't figure out exactly how I wanted to write it. I feel as if parts of it didn't exactly come out how I wanted it, but I usually always feel like that, so nothing new. Anyway, I already have an idea for another Zanstan oneshot, thanks to a few reviews from my last oneshot, so can't wait to get started on that so you guys can read it. Enjoy!
"Zander, hurry up. We're meeting everyone at the restaurant in twenty minutes!" Zander heard his dad's voice call from the bottom of the stairs and he groaned, straightening his black skinny tie.
"Coming!" He called back, slipping his Droid into his dress pants before jogging down the stairs. His parents were at the bottom of it, both dressed up as well. His mom had her dark brown hair down, curling down her back in large spirals. Her long, sparkly purple dress stopped at her ankles and she held her black heels in her hand. His dad was wearing a suit, his favorite turquoise handkerchief tucked into the jacket pocket.
"You guys look great." Zander said with a smile, shrugging his own suit jacket on. His mom stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug, her flowery perfume filling his nose.
"My baby is graduating in two days. I can't believe it." Zander's face was awkwardly placed at his mother's chest, and he patted her back as she hugged him.
"Well, believe it mom," came his muffled voice. "And you're suffocating me." She laughed and pulled back, holding his face in her hands and kissing his forehead.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered, looking into his matching blue eyes. Zander couldn't help but blush a little.
"Me too kiddo," said his father, grinning. Even though Zander was over the legal age, his father still called him kiddo, and he wasn't sure when the habit would wear off.
"Thanks," he muttered. His mom put her hand on his lower back, her bracelets jingling, and guided him towards the door.
"Now let's go so my handsome graduate can have a wonderful celebratory dinner."
Zander snuggled into Tristan's chest and smiled—he was more than content right now, snuggled under the covers with his boyfriend. They would both be graduating high school in the coming week, and they had been so busy with respective celebratory functions that they hadn't had much time to spend with each other.
"Zan, I have a graduation gift for you," Tristan said softly, his hand rubbing up and down Zander's sides. Zander looked up at his boyfriend, who smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"Really? What is it?" Tristan held up a finger, indicating for Zander to wait, and leaned over the side of his bed, pulling out a plain, brown paper bag. Very confused, Zander watched as his boyfriend pulled something out of the bag.
"A-are those..?" Zander flushed a deep red, and he felt that familiar feeling flow south. Tristan grinned.
"Yep. Nipple clamps." Tristan moved his lips close to Zander's ear. "Since I know that's your favorite place to be teased." He held the clamps in one hand—they were silver, rubber on the ends of them, and a metal chain connecting the two clamps.
"Fuck," Zander whined, burying his face in his boyfriend's shirt. He was ashamed at how he was already getting hard. "Can we try them out now?" He whispered, desperately hoping that his boyfriend wouldn't reject him.
Unexpectedly, Tristan flipped them, making Zander yelp. "I was waiting for you to ask," he murmured, kissing Zander. Both young men smiled into the kiss, Zander's hands weaving into his boyfriend's hair. Tristan was still holding the nipple clamps, and the chain rattled as he pushed Zander's shirt up.
Zander shivered. The metal was cold against his skin.
"Close your eyes babe," Tristan whispered, lifting Zander's shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Zander stared at his boyfriend through lust darkened eyes for a moment before closing them, trusting Tristan to bring an insane amount of pleasure to his body.
Zander's fingers curled into the sheets and his heart slammed inside of his chest as he waited for the use of the nipple clamps. His nipples were already standing at attention from the mere thought, and he knew that Tristan could clearly see his erection though his sweatpants.
"Please hurry," Zander murmured, his back arching. He was more than ready for this.
"Patience Zan, patience." He kept his eyes closed as he felt his boyfriend grab his wrists and bring them above his head. His knuckles were barely touching the barred headboard and he was about to ask what Tristan was doing until he heard the click of metal.
"Handcuffs too?" Zander groaned—he was painfully hard now and he wasn't even wearing tight pants.
"We have to do this the right way, right?"
"Tristan, can you just—" The sentence died when he gasped, feeling the rubber of the clamps tightening around his nipple. Zander moaned, his wrists twisting in the constraints of the handcuffs. "Fuck," he whispered, writhing.
"Wow. I've only put one on and I've already got you squirming." With the chain rattling, he flicked the other clamp over Zander's nipple before putting it on.
Tristan was pleasantly surprised—he knew that his boyfriend's nipples were his weak spot, but he didn't think that it would affect him this much. Zander's face was twisted up in pleasure, his hands curled into fists.
Smiling, Tristan pulled Zander's sweatpants off his body and took note of the pre-cum stain on his boxer briefs. "I haven't even touched you and you've already almost blown your load." He outlined Zander's erection and his boyfriend's hips jerked.
"Touch me. Please."
"Hmm, I don't know…" Tristan hummed, gripping his boyfriend's erection through his boxers and making his hips jerk again.
"Please." The word left Zander's mouth in a strained voice, almost gravely. With a laugh, Tristan decided to stop torturing his lover and finally pulled off his boxers, exposing his erect penis to the cool air.
Tristan leaned down and dragged his tongue from the base to the tip of Zander's penis before taking it into his mouth, making a deep moan rip from his boyfriend's throat. Zander's eyes were squeezed shut, his chest heaving and struggling to keep his hips still as his boyfriend sucked him off. He could barely hear himself think because of the pleasure clouding his mind.
His boyfriend pulled his lips away from his throbbing penis and wrapped his hand around the shaft, beginning to stroke. He pumped; one, two, three, four…
And Zander came.
A low cry tumbled from his lips as he came hard, and Tristan barely had time to close one eye before come landed on his face, coating his hand as well.
"Oh god," Zander whined after catching his breath.
"What?" Tristan watched his boyfriend's flushed face as he licked the come off of his hand.
"I'm such a nipple bitch…I came in four strokes." He expelled a breath. "Who does that?" Tristan let out a chuckle and moved back up Zander's body, kissing his nose.
"Open your eyes, my sexy nipple bitch." Zander shivered when he heard the words that left Tristan's mouth and opened his eyes, blushing even harder when he saw that Tristan's face had his come on it.
"Yeah?" Zander whispered, eying his boyfriend, though he was almost sure he knew what his boyfriend was going to ask him to do.
"I'm pretty sure you know what I'm going to ask." Tristan smirked knowingly and slowly, Zander leaned up, his tongue poking from his mouth, and licked his come from his boyfriend's face. Tristan moaned. "You're so fucking sexy."
"Tristan, I need you to do something for me now." Tristan kissed him.
"What's up babe?"
"I need you to fuck me. Hard." Tristan pressed his lips together and tapped his chin, as if thinking for a reasonable answer.
"Nah." Zander's eyes widened and he whined, rolling his hips up and rubbing himself against his boyfriend's jeans.
"Because. The insanely hard and mind-blowing fucking is saved for graduation night. This was just a preview. Now if you excuse me, I have to go get myself off."
Zander's boyfriend clambered off of hi m and headed towards the bathroom, shedding clothes along the way.
"I'll be back."
"Tristan!" The bathroom door slammed shut and Zander slumped back into the bed, groaning.
He was getting blue balls and couldn't even jack himself off—his boyfriend had left him handcuffed to the headboard.
Fuck his kinky ways.
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