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One day, after a long shift and not too long after adding his new title to their play, Delton shot a brief text to Gale, wanting more than anything to not make another decision for a while.
I just want to get out of my head - not think about anything and definitely not make any decisions.
Three little dots popped up almost immediately.
Like, we get smashed and watch terrible reality tv?
A brief pause.
Or, like, in a sexy way?
Delton blinked. Honestly, when he sent that text, he was veering more toward ‘sleep until he felt like a person again.’ But the idea of complete submission, getting entirely out of his head for a bit? That sounded divine.
Now that you mention it, I could go for a little ragdolling right about now.
The three dots popped up then paused approximately three times–just enough time to make Delton start to squirm in the front seat of his sedan. Then, a response that made a shiver run down his spine and arousal pool in his groin.
You will shower then meet me in the bedroom. Be very thorough.
Yes, Sir.
Such a perfect princess for me.
The few short texts sent Delton reeling, his cheeks flushing and blood roaring in his ears. He sat there for a few minutes, trying to control his raging hard-on. It wouldn’t do to crash before Gale could put him in his place.
After he stepped out of the bathroom, skin still steaming and slightly red from the shower’s heat and wrapped in a towel, he saw one of their favorite plugs and what looked like two circles of plastic connected by a thin but sturdy rope perched on the professor’s desk. Gale was still fully dressed in his work clothes, standing next to his desk. The only indication that he was at home was the lack of reading glasses and his hair being down, left to curl slightly in the day’s humidity.
Delton’s gawking was stopped by a stern command. Gale’s voice was in a lower register than usual, sending a zing up his spine. “Drop the towel.”
Without hesitation, he dropped it. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Gale casted Command on him with how quickly he complied. But it wasn’t mind control that made him do it, but pure, unadulterated desire.
Gale gazed up and down his body almost disinterestedly, making Delton squirm slightly in embarrassment. His blush had run down his neck into his chest, making it impossible to use the shower as an excuse anymore. Gale sat on his desk chair and patted his lap, a silent command.
Delton scrambled to obey, straddling his Sir’s lap and using Gale’s shoulders for balance. Gale’s hands lifted him so he was kneeling above him, eliminating any hope Delton had for friction. His half-hard cock twitched with interest. Gale jerked him down for a kiss and pulled his knees as wide as they could go, considering his position on the chair.
“That’s my good princess.” Delton couldn’t suppress his shiver. “What’s your safeword, baby?”
“Sussar, Sir.” He was rewarded with a kiss on the nose and a long, relishing pet down his thighs.
“I’m going to prepare you and plug you up so you’re nice and ready for me. And you are going to put your perfect lips to good use until I decide to fuck you, okay princess?” It wasn’t a question, not really, but Delton nodded anyway. Another kiss on the nose. “Good boy.”
Gale snaked his hand down Delton’s front, taking a hold of his cock and whispering a few words. Delton knew the new tension around his dick was essentially a cage, something that gave him a little thrill. He loved when Gale decided when and where and how he came.
“Be a good princess and wait for permission, yes?” Gale picked up the strange silicone circles, bending them between his fingers. “These, princess, are for your nipples. I know your tits–” Delton shivered a little at the slightly degrading term– “are so sensitive and I know these will be an absolutely delightful addition.”
Gale paused and, in that moment, Delton knew he could say no. His Sir was making sure he knew that he could say no at any time, even though the whole point of this was Delton doing as he was told. His thighs were already aching and he was completely naked and vulnerable, but his cock still twitched at the prospect.
At Delton’s silence, Gale reached forward to attach the pieces of plastic, laying flat like the pasties he often saw at Pride parades. However, once Gale uttered a few words, the silicone squeezed him, sucking his nipples like a mouth would. A few moments later, Gale uttered a few words and the intensity went up, drawing a choked-off scream from his mouth. He was panting, blood rushing in his ears.
“A little too much for what we’re doing, yes?” With a few magic words, the sucking decreased ever so slightly. It went from the only thing Delton could think about to the main thing he could think about. In other words, it was still terribly distracting.
Gale caught his lips in a kiss and he heard the snap of a bottle lid. “Spread yourself, baby.”
Delton laid his head on Gale's shoulder to keep his balance, reaching back and spreading his cheeks. Slick and warm fingers prodded at his hole, not quite breaching the muscle. It was all Delton could do to not fall over at the barest hint of pressure.
Gale soon took pity on him, quickly working in one finger and massaging his inner walls. His cock, now fully hard and leaking, ached with the desire for release. His heart stuttered happily at the knowledge that he wasn't getting what he wanted, but what he needed .
Once his finger glided in smoothly, Gale slid in another. Delton couldn't help but whimper at the sensation, something that changed to an outright moan when the brunet crooked his fingers. Gale kept massaging his prostate to the chorus of his moans and whines, making the vice around Delton’s cock clamp firmly down. He had no hope of cumming like this, so he didn’t even bother begging. Eventually, Gale let up, scissoring his fingers instead.
“You're so sweet and pliant like this princess, taking it so well.” The words made Delton keen, happy to make his Sir happy. His mind was riding the dopamine rush he got from that when Gale slipped in a third finger, causing him to keen even louder, trying to fuck himself on Gale’s hand.
A firm hand held onto his hips, Gale tutting his disapproval. “Not yet, baby. I decide when you get fucked, remember?”
Delton’s eyes went wide as he jerked his head back, nodding rapidly. Gale kissed him on his forehead, punctuating the gesture with a hard thrust forward. “No harm done, pretty baby. But I guess we can get you plugged and ready now.”
Gale withdrew his fingers and Delton was unable to suppress his whimper from the loss, Gale kissing his forehead again to soothe him. Delton heard another click and then Gale was slicking up the plug behind Delton's back. A dull pressure prodded at his hole, teasing him with pressure. Then, Gale slowly pressed in and out, in and out with the plug, fucking him open. It wasn’t one of their biggest toys–and it wasn’t close to the size of Gale’s cock–but Delton loved the shape, how it pressed against his prostate whenever he moved.
Though, in this state, it was a poor replacement for what he really wanted, but it reduced him to a mess anyway, burying his face into Gale’s shoulder to muffle his whines. Gale jerked him back by the hair and rested their foreheads together. He tsked and said, “I want to hear you princess. You never should muffle your perfect little sounds, baby. So you have to stay right where I want you, yes?”
Delton wetted his mouth, mumbling a quiet, “Yes, Sir.”
Gale hummed, “My lovely, good princess,” and punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, making Delton moan.
Once the plug was fully in, Gale reached up to pull Delton down for a deep kiss–mapping out the inside of his mouth–and letting him rest his thighs for the first time this session. The wizard’s hard-on pressed into the plug, making him whine. Only the ever-present desire to be good stopped him from grinding down into his lap.
Once Gale pulled back, he rested their foreheads together, letting them catch their breath. He started to trail kisses down his neck, sucking a large bruise onto his collarbone. Then, he looked into Delton’s eyes and said, “Kneel on the floor, princess.”
The speed at which Delton landed in the nest of blankets would be embarrassing if his head wasn't in the floaty space where he didn't have to think of anything. He sat, straight-backed, at groin level with Gale. The wizard unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. Delton looked up at Gale through his lashes, waiting for the go ahead.
Gale smirked down at him, reaching forward, grasping the thin rope that connected the silicone testing over his nipples, and tugging him forward, face-first into Gale’s lap. Delton let out a choked-out sob, the sound slightly muffled from where his face was buried in the crease of Gale's thigh. His Sir gently petted his hair and whispered praise as he let out a few more whimpers, the sensation leaving a lasting aftereffect. It was so much, pleasure and pain barreling down on him in full force. It took a few minutes for him to regain his composure.
A firm hand lifted his head, brushing away stray tears and making him look his Sir in the eye. When Gale was seemingly satisfied with what he found, the hand that was petting Delton's hair cupped the back of the half-elf’s head while his other hand reached for his cock.
Gale traced the seam of Delton's lips with his cock and singsonged, “Be a good princess and use those beautiful lips of yours.” The wizard flashed him a wicked grin. “And remember waste not, want not, so be sure to swallow every drop, baby.”
In any other situation, he likely would have laughed. He loved this ridiculous man and his ridiculous words and his penchant for making sex so fun and silly. But his mind was a little too blank for that, so he simply nodded his agreement, letting his mouth fall open and whining softly.
Gale gently placed his cock on Delton’s tongue, using his thumb to open up the redhead’s mouth as wide as possible. Delton just sat there, desperately wanting to please his Sir–the desire to be good and to make Gale feel good warring against each other. After a few moments, Gale held out his hand for Delton to grab in case the redhead needed to tap out–which Delton quickly did–and started gently thrusting into the half-elf’s throat.
Taking the signal as the go ahead it was, Delton closed his lips around the thick length, ever mindful of his teeth. In this state, he had none of his usual finesse but he could hollow his cheeks and provide suction. This, plus Gale’s thrusts, quickly created a familiar rhythm that allowed Delton to focus on little else.
The vice around his cock and the suction on his nipples even slipped his mind, he was so lost in the desire to make his Sir cum.
The slide was slick and, every so often, Gale would thrust a little deeper. Never enough to make him gag, but enough that he could feel the length of him in his throat. He couldn’t help the little moans and whines he was letting out, so lost in the pleasurable fog that made his world just him and Gale.
Soon, Gale used the hand that cupped the back of Delton’s head–fingers tangling in his short hair–to gently pull him up and down his cock, groaning loudly at the new friction. All Delton had to do was keep his cheeks hollowed and his throat relaxed. The utter control Gale had–Delton didn’t have to think of anything besides obeying and their mutual pleasure–made the redhead hum contentedly. Gale groaned, Delton's hums vibrating through his cock and making it pulse. Delton could feel his Sir’s cock throbbing in his mouth, making him hollow his cheeks even more and focus on being a good little toy for a bit.
Even though the noises Gale let out had become louder and less controlled, his thrusts were not affected. Somewhere in the back of Delton’s mind, he knew that Gale refused to lose control for fear of choking him, something he was usually grateful for. Now, he didn’t have the presence of mind to realize what was happening, just happily taking what Gale willingly gave.
Gale carefully dragged Delton further down on his cock–Delton’s nose touching his pubic bone–and came down Delton’s throat with a high-pitched shout. The redhead swallowed over and over, his throat leaping up and down with effort. Once Gale pulled back slightly, he leaned forward, giving kitten licks to his Sir’s cock to clean him up, causing Gale to hiss quietly.
Then, Gale laughed softly. His voice was low and gravelly, making Delton shiver at the thought that he did that. “You can be so messy, princess,” Gale reached out and cupped Delton’s face, wiping up the cum that had escaped the side of his mouth and dripped down. Delton opened his mouth obediently, letting Gale feed him the little bit he missed and sucking on his thumb until the wizard pulled away. He couldn’t help his little huff.
Gale chuckled again and Delton’s heart fluttered at the sound. “But you were so good for me. Such a good, obedient princess.”
He felt so happy, leaning forward and nuzzling into Gale’s thigh like a cat. They sat there for a few moments, Gale’s hand petting his hair as the wizard got his breathing under control. His other hand was still wrapped around Delton’s, ready to stop everything if their signal–two squeezes–was delivered.
But Delton felt phenomenal, wanting to continue to make his Sir feel good. And he knew, even like this, that warming his cock would help him focus on the tons of work that his Sir always had. Deciding to let his Sir know that he was fantastic, he nuzzled into the man’s groin, rubbing his face on the now mostly-soft cock.
Gale let out another oversensitive hiss but chuckled again. “I did promise you that you could help me do some work, didn’t I? Okay, baby, we can do that for a little while–just until I can make love to you, alright?”
Delton sighed happily, closing his eyes in contentment. Gale jerked him back slightly by the hair, making him moan in a mix of confusion and arousal, before he was once again fed his Sir’s dick almost down to the root.
He made himself comfortable, suckling softly so that it was hard enough to stay in his mouth. Then, he pillowed himself on Gale’s thigh, his eyes drooping heavily. He heard the sound of books being shuffled around and the quiet scratch of a pen against paper. Delton loved to help his Sir like this–being useful while he was so thoroughly used. And he loved the praise he got even more.
Delton couldn’t tell you how much time he spent on his knees, servicing Gale and being rewarded with pets and praise. In this state, time was very fluid. But in what felt like seconds to him, he was gently dislodged from Gale’s cock. He let out a high-pitched whine of displeasure, trying to lean forward again but his Sir kept him in place with a firm hand around the back of his neck.
He started to tear up slightly, unsure of what he did wrong, but Gale shushed him and pulled him securely into his lap, lavishing him in praise.
“You were so lovely, princess. Such a good boy for me.” Delton tried to blink the wetness out of his eyes, but some spilled over. Gale brushed the stray tears away, peppering his face in kisses. “But I want to fulfill the rest of my promise to you, yes?”
Gale gently jerked the plug inside of him, pushing it in and out slightly, making him jump in response. He couldn’t help but keen, burying his face in Gale’s neck. The wizard jerked him back a bit, making sure he couldn’t muffle his sounds again. Now that he wasn’t so focused on keeping his Sir warm, he remembered his own hardness–entrapped in the vice-like grip that kept him on a razor’s edge of pleasure–and the steady suction on his nipples that just fed his arousal even further.
His Sir’s voice was stern. “Now, my beautiful princess, I need you to go over to the bed for me and lay on your hands and knees, alright? I need to get undressed.”
Delton nodded shakily, standing up on fawn’s legs. He stumbled over to the bed inelegantly, almost falling a few times in the short trek. His legs were terribly sore from all the kneeling and his focus was shot, but he managed to get on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Gale still shuffled around in the background, but he resisted the urge to look. While he wasn’t told that he couldn’t, he wasn’t told that he could either and he wanted to be good for his Sir.
Soon enough, the bed dipped under Gale’s weight and his Sir got very close behind him, Gale’s cock against his ass.
“You’re so good for me princess, but I’m gonna adjust you a bit, baby. That way you can see my little treat clearly.” The wizard gave a little humming sound. “But, first, I will remove these.”
Fingers flicked at the silicone, the vibrations pulling at his abused nipples. Gale whispered an incantation and the suction–which had become so routine that the sensation had slid into the background in the few minutes he was left waiting–stopped, making him whine pathetically. Gale shushed him, gently prying off the plastic and exposing him to the air. He rolled the puffy skin between his clever fingers, humming happily. Delton’s cock twitched and his body couldn’t help but lean into the stimulation, even if it was closer to overstimulation than anything else.
His Sir leaned down to kiss his neck and then his hair. “I’ll make you cum from just your beautiful, sensitive tits one day, but not just yet, baby.” The wizard let go of his nipples, and Delton sighed in both disappointment and relief.
Gale leaned over him, enveloping his body entirely, their heads now next to each other. He grasped Delton’s hands, slowly pushing them forward so that he could no longer balance on them, placing them high above his head. From the movement, his forehead rested against the mattress beneath him before firm hands turned him to the side, where he saw a large mirror set up and reflecting the two of them. His cheeks burned from the slight humiliation of seeing himself so exposed but his gut was rolling with arousal at seeing his Sir leaning over him, powerful.
Gale leaned back a little–trailing kisses and sucking bruises down his spine so that he could hike Delton’s hips up and spread him further.
“Stay right here, princess. I’m going to fill you up nice and good, just like this. And you’re going to watch it all, right, my love?”
Gale’s pause indicated he wanted a verbal response, so he mustered up a slurred “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, you are being so good for me. Now, you just lay there and let me do the work.”
Delton stared at his own reflection, able to see Gale open the lube and slick up his fingers. His Sir gently inserted a finger inside, making sure the area was nice and slick, before he started gently fucking the plug in and out of him. He moaned, the pleasure already intense, and wanted to bury his head in the mattress. But, he didn’t. Because his Sir wanted him to watch.
After what could have been hours–but was likely a few minutes at most–the plug slipped free, making him feel almost bereft in the emptiness. He started whimpering and Gale shushed him again. His Sir was petting Delton’s back with one hand as he slicked up his cock with the other.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I will give you what you need.”
A dull pressure prodded at his entrance and it took all of Delton’s willpower to stay still and not fuck himself on that wonderful cock. Gale pressed forward in a slow glide, stopping every time Delton made a sound to let him adjust to the thick pressure. Gale grabbed his hands again, linking their fingers on the bed.
Once Delton relaxed completely, Gale started gently thrusting in and out. Compared to the earlier face-fucking, this was slow and gentle, sweet and loving. Delton felt completely cherished. The wizard quickly found the angle that had every thrust hit his prostate and Delton’s eyes rolled back into his head, whimpering at every movement. With a few words, the clamp around his cock released and his climax started building in the base of his spine.
“You can cum anytime princess–I know you can do it just from my cock, yes?”
Gale’s thrusts turned harsher, punching the air out of him, but he still felt incredibly loved. In the mirror, Delton saw that Gale paused on every upstroke before slamming into him.
With one strong thrust to his prostate and then a quick and dirty grind, Delton was lost. He screamed in pleasure, his cock erupting and body jerking like a live wire. His vision went white and he lost a few moments, coming back to Gale’s much more erratic pace. He tried to push back against the pressure, to operate as a good counterpoint but Gale released one of his hands to rub his lower belly.
Through gritted teeth, Gale said, “Shh, it’s okay princess. You don’t have to do anything, my love.”
So Delton surrendered to the pure sensation of their love-making, staring at Gale in the mirror. His partner’s back flexed with every thrust and sweat rolled down his body. If he wasn’t so fucked out, his cock would be stirring at the sight.
With a choked-off scream, Gale came, flooding his insides with warmth. For a few moments, the only sound that filled the room was their breathing.
Gale rolled them on their sides, facing away from the mirror and not sliding out. In the aftermath of such an intense scene–or really, anytime Gale made love to him-Delton liked to stay connected for a little bit. The wizard petted his stomach and chest, carefully avoiding his puffy nipples. Soon, he wrapped him in a tight hug and rocked him slightly, peppering Delton’s shoulders with kisses all the while. Gale lavished him with praise and declarations of love, making Delton’s nervous system start to calm down.
After a few minutes just laying there, Gale uttered a few magic words and reached behind him to grab something. He carefully lifted the two of them up, he against the headboard and Delton against his chest. Gale carefully brought the water up to Delton’s lips and the redhead drank gratefully, his shaky hands unable to keep the glass upright on their own. After he drained the glass, Gale brought up some apple slices and then pieces of chocolate to his lips, which he chewed on tiredly.
Delton turned and half-buried his cheek into Gale’s broad shoulder, gently patting the man’s soft belly. “You need to eat too, babe.” He nuzzled into the supple and sweaty skin of Gale’s collarbone. “You took wonderful care of me. Now you too.”
When Gale spoke again, he sounded a little choked up, something Delton filed away for later. “Of course, my love.”