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It had started whenever Charlie had taken his first break of the day.
Charlie’s job had moved online, which was part of the reason the couple had been able to move into their own apartment, prioritising being closer to Nick’s job since it wasn’t necessary for the brunette to go into the office for his that often.
So, Charlie used a spare room tucked between their bedroom and the living room as his home office, typing away on his computer doing whatever it was publishing house assistants did; It seemed to be a lot of emails, honestly- emails and calls and reading and then all of those things again and again until he hit a quota for the day.
He had decided to pick up extra hours, too, taking over part of the workload of someone else who was on some sort of medical leave. And this meant that he worked in shorts bursts on the weekends, now, which meant that Nick was left to his own devices on the days they usually saved for each other.
“You can come sit in my office, you know. As long as you don’t distract me too much from work.” Charlie offered gently, watching as Nick poured him a cup of tea and prepared it in the exact way he preferred it. The brunette was perfectly content to do it himself because that’s what he always did, but when Nick had perked up from his spot not-exactly-watching television on the couch and offered to, he had no reason to say no.
They found themselves in the same position they tended to before dissolving into something a bit less formal, with Charlie sat atop a stool while watching Nick do whatever it was he could for his boyfriend. Doing whatever it was he could to serve his boyfriend.
It’s the exact position they had been in whenever they discovered that they liked this- the kinkier elements and handcrafted dynamics and praise and ordering about, back when they had first moved in a few months ago.
“I wouldn’t want to impose.” Nick responded, putting the kettle onto a cooled burner on the stove, but his words sound careful. Like all he wanted to do was impose. “How much longer until you’re done for the day?”
“I’m not sure about times, baby.” Charlie admitted, wrapping his hands around the mug that was slid across the counter towards him, “I just have a list of stuff to get done. It won’t be as long as my normal work days.”
Nick came around the counter to take his usual spot next to him, “It’ll still be longer than your usual Saturdays.” and he’s pouting.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Charlie sounded sarcastic and teasing, “Is my darling sad I can’t give him all my attention today?”
And even though it’s a joke, Nick just looks up at him with these pathetically sad, wide eyes.
“Oh. I see.” Charlie hummed, lifting the cup of tea to his lips. Nick tilted his head as he watched his boyfriend consider him, “We’ve made quite the habit of this on Saturdays, haven’t we?”
Nick shrugged softly, clearly trying to refocus, “Yeah. Sorta of. But I’ll be alright. I’m just pouting.”
“You’re okay, baby.” Charlie mused, threading his next words together carefully, “I should take care of my good boy, hm?”
The ginger-blonde’s eyes widened when he realized that he was the good boy Charlie was referring to. He perked up, straightening his back. He nodded, too quick and clumsy. This caused the brunette to chuckle.
Charlie stood up, picking up his cup of tea with one hand and using the other to rebalance himself as he stood. Nick watched cluelessly as Charlie started to walk towards the hallway. When Charlie noticed that his boyfriend wasn’t following him, he looked back.
“Come on, now.” Charlie ordered simply, patting his thigh with his free hand and snapping as if calling a dog. Nick stood up near-immediately and stumbled after him, letting out a strand of giggles.
The puppy play thing wasn’t as defined as some of the other elements they were trying- not like the praise, or the dominant and submissive dynamic. They hadn’t talked about it at as much length, instead injecting certain ideas into the things they were already doing.
That’s to say that Nick didn’t think of himself as a pet player, but he didn’t mind it when Charlie treated him like or compared him to a dog.
“Stay.” Charlie told him, ushering him into the home office and placing the mug on a coaster that eternally remained on opposite side of his keyboard to his mouse. Nick wanted to know where his boyfriend was going when he left the room again, but he kept his feet firmly planted where he was told to in a spot awkwardly positioned in the middle of the room.
He fidgeted with his hands for a few beats until Charlie reappeared, pillows and blankets from the couch tucked under this arm.
“Good boy.” Charlie complimented with a wide smile when he saw that Nick had followed orders. Nick suppressed a smile in favour of curiosity,
“What’re the blankets for?” he questioned.
“Well, I still need to work, honey.” the brunette explained, making his way back over to the desk. He pulled out the chair and then crouched down, dropping all of the stuff under the desk. He set to work creating a spot for his love, layering a few blankets over a mostly-flat pillow so that he’d have a place to sit. “And you want to be close to me- so you can sit here.”
“I could get a chair from the dining room table. Or a stool from the kitchen.” Nick pointed out, tilting his head. He sounded a bit unfocused, staring at the spot created for him under the desk like he was curious about it. He tilted his head, too, like he tended to do when he got like this.
“Or you could kneel here, like I’m telling you to.” Charlie countered, and Nick’s eyes widened because there was something so specific about kneeling under his boyfriend that made him melt.
“Yes, sir.” he nodded shortly, before stepping forward. Charlie watched as he climbed under the desk, taking a kneeling position that was starting to become familiar. It was a bit of a tight fit, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable for Nick. The brunette had “splurged” on a desk that could be adjusted to a standing one, and for the time being, it sat at a height shorter than a standing desk but taller than the average one.
“There we are. Good boy.” Charlie hummed, leaving him there for a moment to go shut the door to the office before coming back to sit in the rolling office-style chair. He looked down at his boyfriend with a smile, “You always look so pretty like that.”
Nick flushed, looking down at where he was fidgeting with his hands in his lap. “Thank you, Charlie.” he glanced up, his chest feeling all warm at the attention, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Charlie told him, reaching down to ruffle his ginger-blonde hair and scratch at his scalp- again, like he was a dog. Nick lifted his head into the motion, and frowned when his boyfriend pulled his hand back. “Sorry, darling, I have to work.”
And Nick wanted to whine about it, but he decided to be good and just nodded. He let his pout remain perfectly visible, though.
Charlie pulled himself forward so that part of the chair and his legs slotted under the desk just in front of Nick, and the ginger-blonde could hear him fiddling about with the computer mouse and typing things on the keyboard just above him. It got significantly darker under the desk, and then Nick was left to wait.
Being there with Charlie was a lot easier than laying by himself on the couch, but the well of attention drying up was still disappointing.
Nick doesn’t know how much time passes before he reaches out to touch Charlie’s knee to grab his attention, intending to ask if he could rest his head on his thigh or leg or something because he was pretty sure that would make this easier. Charlie rolled back and looked down at him with a stern, curious sort of look.
It was the same one he had just before saying-
“Did I say you could touch me, baby?”
The ginger-blonde’s eyes widened, and he sat back a bit. “No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“No s-word. You just have to remember not to do anything without my permission, honey.” Charlie reminded, and it’s gentle and chastising and it makes Nick feel some mixed of embarrassed and hot all over and anxious but not in the bad, scary way he got sometimes.
“May I touch you?” Nick tried, and he had a feeling he knew what the answer would be.
“No, you may not. Sit there and be patient, darling.” Charlie told him, and there’s a small smile at the corner of his lips that meant that he knew exactly what he was doing.
Nick whimpered but nodded clumsily, straightening his back so that he was in the specific kneeling position he was meant to be. The brunette considered him for a moment, “What’s your colour, baby?”
Nick furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before realising what Charlie was asking him.
“Green.” he assured, flushing at the admission that he loved everything about what was happening, “Green, green, green.”
“Alright then. I’m gonna go back to work, now.” Charlie told him, and he has effortlessly slipped back into the stern but gentle role that he played when they got like this. The office chair is rolled back under the desk, this time a bit further in so that Nick is directly faced with every inch of his boyfriend’s lower boy.
And it’s not even necessarily sex or anything that he needs but rather just some form of touch . Charlie knew this because he always knew this- and Nick knew that he’d withhold it because that’s what they always did. The scolding and ordering and waiting and everything was just a part of it.
That didn’t mean it wasn’t hard, though.
And usually, Nick distracted himself with something until Charlie decided to give in, but it was kind of hard to do that when the only distractions were his own hands and the blankets he was sitting on and the clicking of Charlie’s mouse. There was nothing that he could actually do , and the one thing he could would probably result in just as much trouble as if he reached out for the brunette again.
It couldn’t have been that much longer before Nick pushed past his better judgement and lifted his hand up again, just wanting to rest his hand on his thigh.
Maybe Nick wanted to know what happened if he didn’t listen.
Maybe he was just that desperate.
He didn’t really know what was going through his head, but when Charlie rolled the chair back, he pulled his hand to his chest with a whimper.
“ Nick .” there’s no pet name or anything endeared peppered into his voice anymore, but it’s still just as gentle as it is stern, somehow. Nick rocked forward slightly, whining,
“Charlie.” Nick echoed, and maybe it’s playful. “Are you almost done?”
“Am I almost done?” Charlie repeated, and Nick nodded. “Nearly, honey. I told you to be patient, though, and you’re clearly not, so maybe I’ll start on tomorrow’s tasks too.”
The ginger-blonde pouted, “Please don’t. I didn’t mean to- to disobey , I just-”
“You’re just desperate and impatient.” the brunette told him, causing him to flush, “All desperate for me, so much so that you’re breaking the only rule I’ve set.”
He tsked, and the sound makes Nick curious because he had no idea what it meant. He would beg for Charlie to change his mind when he set a rule that got in the way of something he wanted, but he didn’t usually break them.
And he was anxious about it, sure, but it was also exciting. Charlie seemed to be thinking.
After a beat he spoke up again, words carefully lined up, one after another:
“Well, if you keep pushing the rules, I’m gonna have to do something about it.” he told him, and it’s meant to be a statement but Nick knows that it’s a bit of a question. He nodded, and Charlie continued on, “Bad boys get punished, you know.”
And being called a bad boy sends a different but just as all-consuming, enticing feeling as being called a good boy does through his body. It’s a curious, colder one that appeals to his interests in embarrassment in a different way than the praise does.
Praise was a warmer, gentler thing- and Nick liked that for different reasons. This, though, was it’s own drug entirely.
Nick tilted his head, “And what happens to bad boys?”
“In this case?” Charlie hummed, and he smiled lightly like he was daring Nick to find out, “For the crime of touching and taking when you shouldn’t, I’d take your ability to do that away. I’ll just have to tie up those hands of yours.”
And there’s a few images and millions of thoughts that go through Nick’s head- of his hands being bound at the wrists and him being unable to do anything about it and all the feelings that come with that. He thinks of how begging for Charlie would feel when he’s all tied up and just all that more desperate.
He thinks of making up for his sins and being let free and finally being able to take in every inch of his love.
And he thinks of reaching forward, just one more time, so that he could find out what some of these things feel like in reality.
And then, he does it.
And even though he knew what he was doing and it was on purpose, he still whimpers and whines and begs Charlie not to punish him as he stood up and walked out of the room without another word.
The door cracks open a minute later, and Nick hasn’t dared to move from under the desk.
“I didn’t mean to, sir. I can- I can be good, I promise.” The ginger-blonde went ahead with his begging even though he wanted nothing more than for Charlie to tie him up with the slick, black ribbon he now held in his hands.
The brunette moved the chair out of the way and kneeled down in front of him to mirror his position. “Oh, you just couldn’t help yourself?” Charlie teased, and Nick nodded pathetically. “Well, you’re gonna have to learn how. Hold out your arms and press the insides of your wrists together.”
And the order is so, so simple and so, so easy to follow.
Charlie wrapped the ribbon around the two of his wrists once, then twice, forcing them together tightly but not in a way that was uncomfortable. Before he started tying any knots, though, his facial expression softened and he whispered, “Can you give me a colour, baby?”
Nick whimpered impatiently, “Green, sir- Charlie . Green.”
Charlie hummed, and set to work knotting the ends of the ribbon together in ways Nick couldn’t understand even if he were thinking more clearly. It was nice, though, to have Charlie being so close and gentle with him. He soaked in every brush of his fingers against his wrists and the feeling of the bounds weighing on him.
Nick’s begging fell quiet while the brunette did this, because he was getting the attention he had been begging for even if it was just for a moment.
If the ginger-blonde wasn’t so deep in his submissive headspace, he would’ve wondered when Charlie learned how to do this. Bondage was something they had talked about trying at some point or another, but not at length. He would have needed to do his own research and have, at some point, found time to practise.
Instead, Nick just watched in amazement and adoration.
The brunette guided his now-bound hands above his head and them used the remaining ribbon to tie him to a bar that helped to hold up the desk. This would effectively stop him from touching Charlie in any way, or even getting too close. When the brunette pulled his hands back and admired his work, Nick tried to pull his arms down and was excited to find out that he couldn’t.
All the motion did was remind him how trapped he was.
Charlie’s voice fell to a whisper again, like it had to be a secret that he was breaking from his role. “You know the safeword, but if you get anxious and need out, you can pull on this and it’ll undo the knot tying you to the desk.”
He lightly grabbed one of the ends sticking out from the knot and placed it in one of Nick’s hands. “And then you could climb out from under the desk and I’ll undo the rest for you. Just if you need it, okay?”
Nick nodded to show that he understood, but he didn’t have any intention of following those steps. Still, just in case, he let the strand sit loosely in his palm.
Charlie hummed, standing up properly and pulling his seat back over. “Alright then. You sit there and think about what you’ve done. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”
He says the last few words like he’s daring Nick to continue on with his begging and whimpering and whining and pleading and find out what would happen next.
Nick all but immediately started whimpering as Charlie went back to work because if he was already in trouble, he might as well. And he knows that he’s not being very good or patient at all, as he tugs lightly at his bounds and repeats nonsense about how he could be so, so good and so, so obedient if Charlie just gave him another chance or some attention.
Any time he starts to fall quiet, the brunette feeds him a response like “didn’t I tell you to be quiet, darling?” or “just how badly do you need my attention, baby?” and starts him up all over again. For someone that was ordering him not to beg, he was pushing his begging along rather effortlessly.
Eventually, Charlie reached down to the side of his desk to turn his computer off, and Nick perked up because that had to mean that he was done for the day. Still, he moved through the rest of his steps slowly, taking his mug to the kitchen and washing it and tidying up his office before even acknowledging the boy under the desk.
“You’re all done?” Nick asked when the brunette joined him on the floor again, reaching forward to pull on the strand that lets his arms fall from their position hung over his head. Charlie then set to work undoing the ties around his wrists, too,
“Yes, I am, sweetheart.” he hummed, “You must be relieved, with all that begging you did.”
“Yes. Yes, I am relieved. I want you, Charlie.” Nick nodded, and it’s clumsy and desperate.
“I don’t know if I should let you have me, honey.” Charlie sounded disappointed himself, tsking like he had done earlier. The ginger-blonde’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head, “You’ve been very, very bad today, Nick. Breaking the rules, not even following the orders of your punishment. It’s unlike you, baby.”
Nick started up his whimpering again, pulling on the bounds that Charlie was working through. The brunette tightened his hold on his hands and pulled them towards himself, “See? You still can’t be patient, love.”
“I can make it up to you.” Nick tried, “Please let me make it up to you. I can be good. I can prove it.”
“Oh, yeah?” Charlie hummed, unwrapping the ribbon the final two times.
Before Nick could get used to the feeling of being unbound, he’s being pulled out of his spot under the desk and into a standing position. He almost trips over his own legs, but the brunette is careful to help him rebalance before spinning him around and pressing him up against the edge of the desk.
“Yes, I can. I’m all yours, sir.” he insisted, not fighting any when Charlie started to redo the ties behind his back. “You can- you can have whatever you want from me. I’ll do anything.”
And Charlie knows where the limits of ‘anything’ lie, so Nick really does trust him to order him about and make him do whatever it was.
“That’s a sweet offer, baby.” Charlie mused, admiring the sight of Nick pressed up against the desk with his hands tied behind his back The ginger-blonde looked back momentarily, and Charlie gave him his next order. “Go to the bedroom and sit on the bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”
As Nick leaves, he sees Charlie start to scoop up the pillows and blankets he had stolen from the living room from under the desk. The ginger-blonde hopes it doesn’t take him too long to put the couch back in order.
Thankfully, the door to the bedroom was left open, so he was able to take a seat on the edge of the mattress facing the door.
It feels weird not to be kneeling anymore, really.
Nick’s nervous but in a way that’s fun and adrenaline inducing. He had been impatient all day, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been forced to wait.
Even if it was a punishment, technically speaking, he wanted to touch and serve his boyfriend in whatever way he could and the tension that had been building up to this weighed heavy on him. Anticipation made his skin feel like an electric current, and he knew that every touch Charlie let him indulge in would feel like a spark.
“And you’re right where I told you to be.” Charlie mused from the doorway, causing Nick’s head to shoot up. “You want me to call you a good boy for following one order out of many from the last few hours?”
His voice is sarcastic and stern and it sends hot shivers through Nick’s entire body like it was an electric spark all on it’s own. Or a fire, maybe. The ginger-blonde nodded, just slightly, and Charlie tsked because he seemed to notice that Nick liked it when he did that.
He shut the door behind him before coming forward towards the bed, standing just in front of his boyfriend in such a teasing matter, “I don’t think you deserve that. Do you?”
Nick’s face fell into a pout, and he shook his head. He managed words, “No, sir. I don’t deserve your praise.”
“You could deserve it, though. If you made it up to me- rebalanced the scales, so to speak.” Charlie mused, and he gently messes with strands of Nick’s hair without making contact with his scalp or any other part of his body. Nick wanted to lean into the touch, but he knew better.
“I can. Make it up to you, I mean.” And Nick is all but begging to, “Let me make it up to you, Charlie.”
And the use of his name instead of any sort of title feels purposeful. Charlie hummed, “And how are you going to do that, baby?”
Nick pauses. He hadn’t expected for things to be turned on him like that. He shifted in his spot uneasily, looking up at his boyfriend. “However you want me to.” he answered instead of coming up with something.
“No. I want you to use that pretty head of yours to figure this out.” Charlie ordered, and it makes Nick feel clueless and desperate. He whimpered, and the brunette just continued on, “Isn’t this what you wanted, honey? To take whatever it is you want impatiently? Or do you want to follow my orders now?”
“I wanna follow your orders. Please.” Nick insisted, adjusting himself once again because the sweatpants he never changed out of weren’t doing much to hide his now very-apparent arousal. Charlie teasingly pouted,
“Oh, isn’t that ironic?”
Nick tilted his head in that puppy-like way he always did, his face all flushed and entirely embarrassed in the most enjoyable way. Charlie’s teasing fussing over him was enjoyable, too, but Nick needed to do something.
“I can- May I kneel, again, sir?” the ginger-blonde figured out where he wanted to start. He like kneeling just as much as Charlie enjoyed seeing him in that position, so it felt natural enough. The brunette hummed, leaving him for a moment to go grab a pillow to drop on the floor just in front of where he was positioned.
“Sit.” Charlie ordered, and like he was a dog, Nick found himself moving down to the floor. It’s a bit of a clumsy motion, with his hands tied behind his back, but he manages. He watches with nothing less than adoration as Charlie takes his previous spot on the mattress above him, leaving his legs open in a ‘V’ shape to make room for Nick.
It’s mimicking their spots in the home office, but it’s so much more comfortable here.
It’s easy for Nick to see that his boyfriend is just as aroused as he is, now, when he’s this close. The ginger-blonde is careful with his next words, “May I suck you off, sir?”
And Charlie’s breath hitched at those words- at the sight of Nick kneeling beneath him and asking him a question like that . “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes, yes- please, please, please let me be good for you.” he let his voice raise up into that beggy, desperate tone again, “I just want to be good for you.”
“You are so good for me, aren’t you? Such a pretty, gorgeous thing, just for me.” Charlie mused, and he’s working on getting his pants off because Nick couldn’t help like he liked to, not when he was all tangled up.
He lets them fall to his ankles and them throws them off somewhere behind the ginger-blonde, who shuffled forward slightly and leans closer to him without touch him.
“I am just for you, Char.” Nick confirmed, “Let me be everything for you, sir.”
And he looks up at him through his eyelashes and with the same expression of absolute desperation that he had been clinging to all day. The brunette realized that he never gave his go ahead, chuckling lightly, “Okay, sweetheart. You may.”
And that’s all he needs.
Nick leaves kisses on the insides of his thighs in the same way Charlie always did for him, suckling and nipping him and soaking in every sound Charlie made. When he hissed at one of the bites, the ginger-blonde lifted his head with a look of concern.
The brunette only smiled and shook his head, reaching forward and placing one hand on the top of his head and tangling his fingers in the locks, there, pushing him back in. He moaned at the force, shifting from kneeling to standing on his knees so that he could dive further into his motions.
Usually, Nick’s hands would be all over his body or steadying themselves on Charlie’s thighs, but the restriction this offered was amazing in an entirely different way.
“Oh, you’re so good for me. So, so needy.” Charlie seemed to let out every built up praise from the last couple hours over the next few minutes, the type he’d usually give Nick every other moment because it wasn’t normal for him to break the rules. “So pretty, down there.”
Nick pulled back after a bit, looking up with a silent question. Charlie lifted momentarily and pulled his boxers down with the hand that wasn’t steadying itself on his boyfriend’s head. Nick didn’t seem to have any problem with this, and he’s taking his love into his mouth as soon as there’s nothing stopping him from doing it.
The brief pause in their rhythm is gone, then, and they’re back to praise and whines and whimpers and in-sync motions until Charlie’s grip in Nick’s hair tightens and pulls, just gently. “I’m almost there, baby.” the brunette says, and it’s the ginger-blonde’s chance to pull off of him if he wants to.
He doesn’t, though, just nodding and continuing on like he hadn’t said anything at all.
When Charlie finished, Nick swallows up all his cum like he was a thirsty dog drinking from a fountain at a park. The ginger-blonde pulled off as the brunette drew in fast, deep, panting breaths.
When Charlie’s vision came into focus again, Nick was staring up at him with that white liquid coating and glossing his lips and dripping out of the corner of his mouth.
He chuckled softly, untangling his hand from his hair and letting his hand fall to cup the side of his face. He wiped the bead of liquid from the corner of his mouth before it ran down his chin and ruined his shirt because he realized Nick couldn’t do it himself. The boy leaned into his hand, and Charlie let him enjoy the affection.
“You’re such a good boy. You know that?” Charlie only let them exist in this brief moment of catching their breaths for a few beats before pulling Nick up, again. He spun him around and once again, set to work undoing his bounds, “You’re such a good boy and you’re everything to me, darling. Everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ll ever need, even when you’re being impatient and needy.”
He threw the ribbon off in the same direction at his pants and then pulled his boxers back up, standing up and stepping around his boyfriend so that he was facing him again before pushing him down onto the bed. Nick’s eyes were all wide, like he thought they were done.
“I think you deserve something for that, yeah?” Charlie straddled his lap like he always did, and Nick gasped, not knowing what to do with the hands he had just regained control of. The brunette leaned in close enough to kiss him but didn’t, whispering in a quiet breath, “You may touch me wherever, baby.”
And once again, that’s all Nick needs to dive in head first, hands moving up and down from hips to chest to face to neck and lips covering most of these places, too, tracking the excess cum and marking him up everywhere as if he could enjoy the touch more if he chewed on it like an animal.
It’s just a hot makeout session, really, with Nick taking the lead in a way he hopes Charlie liked. And Charlie- he let him finally take and take and take whatever it is he wanted, praising him in phrases that only sort of make sense between kisses and sensations and all of Nick’s beautiful, wonderful noises.
Eventually, he pushed Nick away so that he was laying on his back, pressing his hands down on his chest. “How do you want me, baby?” Charlie asked, “I’ve gotta- I should do something for you. Get you off.”
Nick flushed, whimpering quietly. He shook his head, “No, no, you don’t have to. I’m good like this.”
Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, “I want to do something for you, though.”
His boyfriend whined under him, and the brunette didn’t understand. He moved his hands away from Charlie’s hips to instead cover up his face, which is more of a fuss than he has ever put up for his boyfriend offering to make him orgasm.
“Why are we being so shy now, hm?” Charlie mused, sounding concerned. He went to move himself out of his position straddling his lap to instead lay next to him, and then Nick’s hands are back at his hips and holding him, just there.
He pulls him down further, and the brunette gasped. Usually, he’d get chastised for such an action, but Nick is shaking his head so fast, and so desperately, now. Charlie shifted, and he realized that the bigger man wasn’t hard anymore.
“Oh.” he tsked, “You already came, didn’t you? Just from kissing and touching me?”
Nick whimpered at the teasing, moving to cover his face once again. At the window of opportunity, Charlie jumped up and rolled over, smiling at the sight of Nick’s soiled sweatpants. He clicked his tongue again,
“You don’t have to hide from me, honey.” Charlie’s voice is still entirely teasing, but it’s lighthearted. He grabs at Nick’s hands and pulls him into a sitting position, and once he’s looking him in the eyes, he continued, “You can’t hide how pathetic and sweet you are for me.”
And the ginger-blonde is embarrassed, but it’s not in a bad way. “Can we just kiss for a while longer?” he asked instead of responding to his dominant’s teasing, “Please?”
“We should probably get you cleaned up, baby.” Charlie pointed out. Nick pouted, and he knew that after the events of the day, it would get him what he wanted,
“Just a little longer, Char?” he begged, and the brunette really couldn’t say no to that.
Not when his lips were so sweet and still tasted of sex.
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Charlie ends up deciding to run them a bath instead of having them hop in a shower. He figured that after so long of holding a kneeling position, Nick’s legs would probably be too tired to stand. He shifted into something so gentle and so sweet as he scrubbed down the ginger-blonde’s body and then his own.
Their apartment had a bigger bathtub, but it was one they didn’t use all that often because they both preferred showers, typically speaking. This wasn’t a typical day, though.
Charlie had sorted out towels and their clothes and now, it was just the two of them in the warm water, the brunette leaving gentle kisses down the freshly scrubbed skin. Nick didn’t speak all that much during this period- the cool down from a day of playing their roles, but Charlie didn’t mind.
“You did such a good job today, baby.” Charlie always gave him a lot of praise during this period, because it eased the transition out of the deep, submissive headspace he usually ended up in.
“Mm.” Nick hummed as Charlie discarded the washcloth on the side of the tub, “Char?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” the brunette faced him again immediately, “Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?”
And Charlie always got like this during aftercare, fussing over his boyfriend and letting their roles switch, becoming the one serving his lover.
“No- just, I have a question.” his voice sounded even again, the whininess and begging gone from the layers in his tone. Charlie gave him his full attention. “We’re you actually cross at me? Before the…the punishment?”
Charlie’s eyes widened, and he drew in a breath, reaching out for his hands, “No, honey. Not at all. That was all just me playing a role. We’re you worried about that the whole time?”
“Not in a bad way.” Nick shook his head, letting his boyfriend grasp his hands in a gentle hold, “It was- it was hot, but after everything was done, I guess everything else faded out and I just kind of felt anxious. I know logically that you weren’t actually mad, but I just wanted to…check, I guess. I’m sorry.”
“No s-word, baby.” Charlie told him, and it’s gentle but firm. He dropped one hand to instead place it on the side of his face, “I was never actually mad. You did such a good job and I’m so proud of you. You were so, so lovely today.”
Nick nodded, “Okay. Okay, thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Charlie responded immediately, but he still looked concerned. He threaded his next words together carefully, “Was what we did today too much? Should I have checked in more? Should we have- have talked about everything a bit more?”
It was Nick’s turn to jump to reassure him, “No- today was perfect. I loved it so much.” he insisted, “I just- I don’t know. I feel all sensitive now.”
Charlie hummed letting out a sigh of relief. “I think that’s normal. I think it just means that I have to be very, very gentle with you and give you lots and lots of reassurance and affection and attention after we do stuff like that.”
“Yeah?” Nick perked up, tilting his head gently.
“Yeah.” Charlie echoed, smiling. “I’ll make you your favourite dinner and we can watch a film on the couch and-”
“Cuddle?” Nick offered, and Charlie chuckled.
“Yes, sweetheart. We can cuddle. As much as you want.” he told him, and he knows that he’s signing himself up for a night of doing not much else while Nick lays on top of him and all but traps him on the couch or on their bed.
He didn’t mind, though. He shifted in the water, and briefly thinks about how they needed to get out of the water soon so that they weren’t cold. He opted to tease his boyfriend, instead,
“You really are like a puppy, you know. When you get like that but also in general, with all your cuddles and head tilts and-”
“Oh, shut up.” Nick splashed him with water and effectively cut off his teasing, which caused the both of them to erupt into sweet giggles and a sort of playfight that resulted in water all over the bathroom floor.
Eventually, Charlie pulls them both out of the bath and dries them off and gets them dressed, guiding Nick through everything with gentle hands. The ginger-blonde contributed to the aftercare by giving Charlie the gentlest kisses on top of the bruises he had left on his torso and thighs before rubbing the cream they liked to use on top of each one.
Charlie did the same on his wrists, and then they’re stumbling into the kitchen to make food and then to the living room to watch something sappy and sweet on the tv.
Charlie lays against the same pillow Nick had been kneeling on earlier, and they drift to sleep teasing each other about whether or not any actual work got done that morning or how noisy they were now that they didn’t have to worry about being quiet or how Charlie had to have been practising bondage in secret to know what he was doing so, so well.
It was sweet and gentle in the same way they always were.
It was sweet and gentle in the same way they’d always be.