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Back arched, muscles taut, Colby trembled, forcing his eyes open to look up at his Sir. The look in his eyes, low, dark and burning, sent a smoldering tremor through him, twisting tighter the hot coil low in his belly, “Please, Sir.”
Prep had taken ages, hours it felt like, though he knew rationally it wasn’t that long. But he could feel the thick haze of his submission obscuring any rationale. He'd waited for the option, for the choice, but finally remembered 'words' and begged for it, begged for his Sir to fuck him open, to fill him. So he’d agreed, slipped in nice and slow and easy, and given him just enough to make him crave more.
Brennen leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, so caring and tender against the relentlessly slow thrusts “Please, what?”
“Please, please, I need it, on that spot, Sir, please.” The look in his eyes was bright, desperate, wearing thin Brennen’s self-control.
“Fuck, you beg so pretty for me, baby. Such a gorgeous, needy little slut.” He reached down with one hand, balancing on his knees and forearm with a hand stroking his hair, gripping the base of Colby’s red, weeping cock with his free hand, and squeezed. He broke no rhythm, each stroke dragging nastily across his prostate, lapping up the broken moans and stuttered swears Colby let loose.
Words like that always got to him. As if Brennen was amazed, enthralled by him. As if Sir couldn't help himself. As if Colby wasn't an anxious wreck fumbling through his own sexuality. He felt his chest bloom with the affirmation, edged him further to indulge the way he craved Brennen's control.
“F-fuck, Sir, please, I - I n - please!” Brennen picked up the pace, barely harder, direct, light bursting behind his eyes at the sensation. “I need it, please, fuck” He quivered, clenching against Brennen, his body demanding more, eyes rolling shut. He could feel each slow spark of pleasure shatter up his spine. Just enough time between each pump to let it fade, to keep him from coming to that edge. To make his beg for it.
“I know, baby.” Brennen cooed, his free hand dragging nails across his scalp. “I know what you need, and you’re gonna take it when I give it to you.” He struggled in Brennen’s grasp, the lips on his neck, the hand in his hair, the cock stretching him deep, the timber of his voice coaxing him to madness; each sensation driving him infinitely closer. It was so much, too much, but he still wanted more, needed more.
He couldn’t help the sobbing groans, as he tried to buck his hips, to fuck himself back onto Brennen’s cock, to get more, but he couldn't get any further with his hands tied. Brennen’s hand left his hair, pinning his hips to the bed. His thrusts slowed again to the maddening rolling strokes, “Why do you need it, baby? Tell me.”
Colby bit his lip, “Fu-uck, I need - I need to cum, please, fuck, please, Sir.”
Brennen didn’t budge, didn’t pick up the pace. Kept fucking his needy hole open, dragging slowly, precisely, across his prostate, holding him in place and driving him mad. “Tell me. Beg pretty for me.”
He sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s so good sir - you feel so fucking - feel so fucking good,” and then he couldn’t stop the rambling that poured out “and, I need - I need - it’s so much, sir, it’s so much - I - please, fuck, please.” Because the need really was so much, and he couldn't think straight, couldn't gt the words out right. But he knew his Sir understood, his Sir knew exactly what he needed, and that's why he played with him. Because Colby just couldn't help it, the way he loved to be played with.
He couldn’t help himself, either. He couldn’t resist the quivering heat of Colby’s needy, tight hole, the furious desperation in his words, pale skin flushed bright, chest in hiccuping heaves. Brennen felt another precious inch of control slip, stroking faster as Colby begged, pressing into him as deep as he could, the desperation negging on some deep part of Brennen that he couldn’t govern, “...please,”
Colby’s rambling was severed by a sharp thrust, Brennen sat up on his knees, one hand gently against his throat, holding him so carefully, and the other squeezing the base of his cock, holding him together as he threatened to shatter and dissolve. “You take it. You take this fucking cock, take what I give you like the gorgeous fucking slut you are, just for me.” He dropped the sensual strokes, fucking into Colby like a punctuated statement. “Take what you know you need.”
“Color?”
“Green, Sir, so - so fucking green, Sir, please.”
Brennen drew his hips back and stroked in again, shoving into his prostate on each entry, dragging past it back out. “Jesus, f-fuck, Sir, please, fuck”. Colby’s back arched, he yanked at the silk around his wrists. “Green - fuck, no, don’t stop, don’t stop.” It was so good, so perfect, he could feel it rolling, swelling, from deep down up into his chest. Each of thrust rattling him loose, each wave lapping over the next until he couldn't tell it apart. And he needed, needed to grab, and scratch, and pull, and hold, before he was yanked up and away.
He leaned down, dropping his weight into Colby's quivering hole, rolling his hips to wrench out those moans that made his balls pull tight. Colby’s teeth found his neck, muttering his thanks frantically, hands groping, nails digging in against every raw nerve. “P-please, fuck, please, it’s s-so, fuck, please don’t stop.” He could feel a wetness drip down the back of his neck.
He pulled back just slightly to look at Colby - eyes watering, bright pink, hazy, so soft, so taut. “What do you need, baby?” He hooked an arm under his waist to hold him there, keep that angle just right.
Colby tossed his head, groaned. “I th- I think-” His eyes darted down, hips rolling, twisting. Brennen snapped his hips harder.
“That? That good, baby?”
Colby’s lip caught between his teeth, he nodded, gritting out the mantra of profanities.
How could he say no to that? How could he not give him exactly what he needs when he was being such a good boy, begging so pretty, so immaculately wrecked for his Sir?
“That’s right, baby,” Colby clenched around him and the final tenuous strand of Brennen’s control snapped, rutting into him, “So fucking good for me.” He crumbled into the craving, toppling over onto his forearm and fucking into Colby like he would suffocate without it. He nuzzled into the crook of Colby’s neck, biting, sucking, lapping marks into the pale skin, his grip firm in his hair. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to, needed to give him what he needs, to claim him, to make him know he’s claimed, accounted for, taken care of.
Colby’s breath came as gasps and sobbing moans, thrusting his hips back, taking gratefully every bruising thrust Brennen gave. His arms above his head struggled against the scarf, the creak of the wood frame joining the lude slapping of skin and desperate groans from both of them. “C-Colby” Brennen groaned into his ear.
Colby’s eyes shot open, blown and heated; he opened his mouth to respond, but just looked into Brennen’s eyes, wordless, wrecked. Brennen shuddered at the look, almost as if he were about to ask for help. He looked painfully close, like he could shatter from Brennen's cock alone. He hadn't before but the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine, that curled to rut deeper into his perfect little whore. He reached up, with one move, yanking the loose end of the slip-knot around Colby’s wrist, and going back to his cock. He wrapped his hand around the head, pulling back his foreskin to expose his sensitivity and dragging his thumb in circles; Colby’s eyes watered, the insistent, agonising pressure low and deep, white hot. He shook his head, desperately.
Brennen drew his hand away from Colby’s cock, giving him a curious look. “M-my, fuck, it’s - just like that, fuck, please”. His what? His prostate? He hadn’t been able to cum from that alone; he took in Colby's form - strung tight, trembling, grinding back against it. His eyes watered, hands almost as tight as his ass like he might float away any second - yeah, Colby was gonna cum. And so was he.
He was panting, enthralled, desperate, could hear it in his own voice “You gonna cum, from inside?”
Colby blinked out tears and nodded, “I th-think, fuck, fuck, Brennen, it’s too much, please” he sobbed, the tingling pleasure turned to scraping sparks, intense, threatening to burn him alive, consume him, if he didn’t find that release right fucking now.
Colby clenched tight, his back arching up, hands scrambling for anything to anchor him; He’d dropped the title, and it sent a trill down Brennen’s spine, because he was just that gone, and it was just that good. Getting what he needed driving him just as mad as being teased and denied. And Brennen was doing it to him, doing it for him.
He worked him mercilessly, relentlessly indulging his most sensitive spots. “Colby, cum for me, baby, I got you". He leaned further down, to cradle Colby’s head against the crook of his neck, his other arm keeping that perfect angle true, and worked into him, dug out that knot of nerves to shake him loose, make him fall apart. He tried to keep consistent through the stuttering of his own hips. Because it could be intense for Colby, could be scary almost, but there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to take perfect care of his baby, show him what he needed even if he hadn't know it before. “It’s a lot, I know, I - fuck, you’re tight - I got you, let go, baby, let go, I got you.”
He took in a shivering gasp, eyes rolling back, and shattered. He shouted, swore, struggling in sobbing moans against the blinding pleasure that shuddered through him, lit up every nerve fiber with electric bliss. Brennen cradled him, stroked him, worked him through his orgasm, pounding each tremble, spurt, clench and cry out of him, encouraging him along, “So good, baby, just like that. Cum on that fucking cock, so perfect.” It came in waves that blinded him, rattled him.
He floated back down just enough to feel Brennen’s own tension, strung tight, babbling sweet perversions. His hips stuttered with something like a shout and a groan, through clenched teeth, he tipped over the edge, shuddering through his orgasm, while Colby moaned and shivered, pulling him close.
They laid there, hissing and moaning through it until both grounded down enough to feel the other. Brennen brushed Colby's hair from his face, and wiped off the tear streaks. "Did it scare you, babe? I'm sorry."
Colby dragged his fingers across Brennen's back, and rolled his hips, as if to shake out any unreleased orgasm left inside of him. "No, it was good, just - intense. I wasn't expecting it and then it just came up and I didn't know what it was."
Brennen hummed, kissed him. "Feel good?"
Colby nodded, and nuzzled closer to him. "Felt amazing. You didn't hurt me or scare me, okay? It was just a lot, but a very good lot."
"You sure?"
"I promise, babe." He pulled Brennen in for another kiss, to reassure him. It was always needed, after intense scenes, to let him know he wanted him still, that he hadn't gone too far or taken too much control; reassurance being his own form of after-care. "You can check for tears if it helps you feel more secure, but I don't think there are any."
Brennen just sighed, kissing around Colby's cheek and jaw. "Can I stay inside for a minute?"
"Of course." Colby wrapped his arms around Brennen and pulled him flush, let him rest his weight into his arms and stay burrowed inside until he softened and slipped out.
"I brought goldfish if you need a snack."
"God, fuck, babe, you're perfect."