"You do have an incredible back, you know," Miles purred as he moved to step behind him. He nuzzled the back of Darren's neck as he began to brush honey dust over his skin. "Such strong, broad shoulders... all these cute little freckles.... Could spend all night playing connect the dots with my tongue."
Darren wanted to whine at the thought, his cock still desperately hard and aching for sensation. "All for you, Sir," he breathed, hoping to encourage more, and Miles hummed, pleased, as he kissed down his spine.
"All for me," he agreed, nuzzling the back of one thigh as he sank to his knees. "And these long fucking legs, god... just wanna have them wrapped around me. Put them over my shoulders and rail your hot ass."
Darren bit his bottom lip on a whimper, cock jerking, leaking arousal at the thought. "My body is yours, Sir."
"I'm glad you recognize that." Miles's breath was hot on the small of his back as he caressed and squeezed his ass. Even though Darren was fairly sure where things were going, he still shivered in anticipation when Miles pulled his ass cheeks apart and buried his face between them, licking over his hole with a hungry moan.
As hard as he was, getting his ass eaten was exquisite torture, and Miles knew how to push all his buttons. Licking, teasing, pulling back to caress his puckered bud with his thumbs. Grazing his skin with his teeth to make Darren shiver and whimper, then slowly licking him open. Fucking into him with his tongue in slow, wet thrusts, he groaned like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever done, then pressed both thumbs into him again.
He continued alternating the tease of tongue and fingers until Darren was begging, sobbing, and trembling. Leaning into the chains that bound him just to have an anchor in the maelstrom of pleasure. "Fuck - Sir, please - god, I need your cock so bad, please fuck me - !"
Miles bit one ass cheek briefly, then gave it a smack and stood. "Spread these long legs wide then, my love," he purred as he grabbed the lube.
Darren did so eagerly, breathless and wanting. He had a couple inches on Miles, but the chain he was bound with gave him enough slack to spread his thighs as directed. He sobbed in relief as Miles lined himself up with his hole, finally starting to rock inside him.
"Cheeky little sub," Miles growled, starting to move in him. "You just - mmm - can't stand to not be in control, can you? Well, I'm in charge now."
The push of Miles's cock was perfect, so big, filling him so tight despite how well he'd been worked open. Ramming against his sweet spot with each eager thrust. It was the escalation he'd craved, and Darren cried out unrestrainedly, thanking every god of pleasure that Miles had clearly given up on edging him.
He still had to hold off, though. He'd been given an order, and this one he intended to keep despite the orgasm racing towards him like a freight - no, a bullet train.
Darren bit his lip hard, shuddering as pleasure built. He forced himself to breathe, slow and even. Focused on the burn and stretch of his muscles as he let his weight hang from his bound wrists. On the delicious points of pain from how tightly Miles gripped his hips as he railed him, hard and relentless.
He focused on his husband's pleasure even as his own body screamed for release, relishing in Miles's groans, his thrusts growing ragged and desperate.
"Gonna use you and - fill you up - " Miles gasped, stuttering deep with a throaty cry. It was more than Darren could take. He knew his husband's pleasure, knew his climax was imminent, and his body gave in. Sobbing helplessly, Darren tumbled over the edge, powerful waves of pleasure overwhelming him. Orgasm burst bright behind his eyes, whiting out the world for him as he clenched and shuddered around the exquisite girth of his husband's thick cock.
Had he managed to last? He knew Miles was spilling inside him from the added ecstasy of his stuttered thrusts, grinding deep and filling him with heat.
If not, he certainly wouldn't complain about being punished again.
Breathless and trembling in the aftermath of a powerful climax, Darren let Miles fuss over him, freeing him from the chain that bound him from the ceiling and taking him to bed. "Just lemme do a quick cleanup, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss of promise to his lips. Soon, he was curling around Miles, the lights off apart from his bedside lamp, nuzzling soft kisses to his husband's skin.
"That was really, really fun," Darren breathed, pulse slowly returning to normal. "Thank you, my love."
"Worth enduring your lessons?" Miles teased, smiling against his mouth as he pulled him close for a kiss.
"More than," Darren promised, feeling giddy and stupid with happiness as he smiled back, holding Miles's gaze. "I love you so fucking much, you know that?"
Miles gave a pleased hum, stroking his cheek. "Even when I torture you so terribly?"
"Especially then," Darren agreed. He ran a hand over Miles's flanks with a pleased hum. "Never thought I'd be a bratty sub. But I like giving you the opportunity to discipline me."
"With my cock?" Miles smirked.
"However you choose," Darren replied, grinning. "But I do like making you lose control with me. Fuck, that was so good."
"I should hope so. You sound fucking terrible, though. You sure you're okay?"
Darren swallowed a couple of times and rubbed his throat. "Mm. Yeah, I'm good. Should be fine tomorrow. If not, I'll just tell people I was snoring."
Miles chuckled and nodded. He cuddled closer, gaze warm and fond. "I really like playing with you like this sometimes. I know it's not really being dominant, so... if you ever want me to really be strict...."
"I'll tell you," Darren assured him. "And if you ever want me to really behave. But don't think this isn't real domination. You know what I need, how I like to submit, and you give it to me in a way that fulfils both of us. That's what matters, love."
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