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Erik is late.
By the time Charles finally hears the bathroom door open and catches the sound of bare feet padding over the hardwood floor, he’s already been lounging naked on the bed for a whole fifteen minutes. Not that he minds particularly, since it’s always a thrill, to lie waiting in the dim, golden glow of the bedside lamp, with his back propped up against half a dozen pillows and his arms crossed behind his head. It gives him time to admire his own body – his shoulders strong and broad, his skin fair as cream, and, last but not least, the strap-on Erik has requested that night standing stiff and proud and slightly curved over his stomach.
But still, it’s a case of tardiness – and tardiness, as Charles knows Erik knows full well, requires punishment.
So, when Erik finally steps into the room, closes the door behind themselves and then goes on to take off their bathrobe, their gaze doesn’t meet Charles’. Instead, they kneel on the bedspread – deliciously long and lean limbs folding gracefully in the half-gloom of the room – and stare at the artificial cock nestled in the fork of Charles’ numb legs. Even in the dim light, Charles notices the shy blush that’s started to bloom high up on their cheekbones.
Slowly, savouring the motion and how it makes Erik’s eyes flicker up to his face for just a split second, Charles takes a hand from behind his head and trails it down over his clavicles, his ribcage – where his fingers snag on a pair of familiar scars – and then his belly.
“Like what you see?” he murmurs as Erik’s gaze follows his movements, before he reaches to stroke the length of the strap-on, making its head bob slightly. It’s a magenta-coloured monstrosity, double-ended and inflatable on one end so that Charles can wear it shoved up his cunt without a harness. It also vibrates there, though that does nothing for Charles – but the look on Erik’s face whenever he gets it out more than makes up for that.
Now, Erik swallows audibly. Their blush, Charles sees, has deepened and travelled down their neck almost to their collarbones.
“Well?”
“Yes.” Erik’s voice when they speak sounds coarse as gravel. “Yes, I like it very much.”
Charles gives a content hum. “I trust you’ve prepared yourself then?” He receives Erik’s answering nod graciously. “Wonderful. Now prepare me.”
Erik doesn’t have to be told twice. Licking their lips eagerly, they lower themselves on their belly between Charles’ slightly spread legs and take the dildo in their mouth.
Even though he feels nothing, Charles can’t help but gasp at the sight, wishing he could buck his hips and make Erik choke. As it is, their lovely slate-grey eyes are already starting to water, virtually gleaming in the lamplight as they suck on the plastic, and when Charles tangles his fingers in their ash-white hair and pushes them down to take the whole length of the strap-on into their mouth, they keen quietly at the back of their throat. It makes Charles’ blood roil, and a familiar pleasure build in his chest.
When he feels that Erik thinks it’s enough, he lets his grip slacken. Knowing the silent command for what it is, Erik pulls their mouth off the brightly coloured cock with a slight popping sound and sits back on their haunches. Their hands lie obediently folded in front of their own half-hard arousal as they gaze evenly at Charles, awaiting his instructions. The strap-on gleams wetly with their spit.
Charles has to clear his throat before he can speak. His cheeks suddenly feel all hot and feverish. “Lovely,” he croaks, and then louder, “Come here and let me look at you, will you?”
A grin flashes over Erik’s face as they knee-walk over to him and do as they’re told, straddling Charles’ lap but not yet sitting back onto his artificial cock. “Like what you see?” they parrot his words back at him, all planes of gorgeous tan flesh and wiry muscle, hands gripping the wooden headboard on either side of Charles’ neck.
“Very much so,” Charles answers, and delights in a hitch in their breath when he smooths both hands down their side, one coming back up to tweak Erik’s nipple, the other resting on the curve of their bum. The golden gleam of their wedding ring catches his eye. “And all mine. You’ll be a good dear for me, today, won’t you, Erik?”
“I will,” Erik promises with an easy smile that crinkles the corners of their eyes, “the very best, only for you,” before they lean forward and put their sweet, soft lips gently against his.
Charles kisses back eagerly, plunders Erik’s mouth and raises a hand to bury in their hair, tilting their head back for better access – and even as he does, he grips Erik’s deliciously trim waist with the other and slowly, carefully, lowers them onto the strap-on.
Erik shudders as its tip breaches their entrance, and gasps into Charles’ mouth and bucks when he doesn’t pause but pushes them back until the girthy magenta length is fully sheathed inside of them. A light sheen of sweat has sprung up on their quivering thighs, and their impossibly narrow hips are bruised at the side where Charles has grasped them. Beautiful, beautiful red marks, sure to turn into lilac welts come morning so that Charles will be obliged to paw the blanket off Erik’s drowsy form and kiss them better.
Now, though, he draws back and breathes in deeply, enjoying the view of Erik impaled on the strap-on. He grins.
“You look gorgeous on my cock, love.”
And if Erik hadn’t been blushing before, they sure are now. Their eyelashes fan out admirably over their scarlet cheekbones as they lower their eyes and experimentally rock back on the strap-on, moaning when it hits a spot inside them that makes their mind light up. Charles has to grip Erik’s waist again to keep them from squirming away, then, and silently puts down a mental note to have them the other way around next time, so he can see them being stretched open by the girth of the dildo as they fuck themselves on it.
“Faster?” asks Erik, their voice all breathy and thick with the need to move.
Charles hums and tilts his head first this, then that way, like he’s still undecided. Then, “Take it slow for me first, darling. Let me see you come apart at the seams.”
And oh, if looks could kill. But Erik obeys, lifting and lowering their hips slowly, biting back a whine every time Charles’ cock drags against that sweet spot inside of them. When Charles puts a hand on their waist to guide their shaky movements, he feels sweat pooling in the small of their back. Their cock is standing rock-hard off their belly, leaking with precome.
Grinning, Charles leans forward as far as he can and puts his lips against Erik’s ear, sliding in alongside Erik’s lust-addled thoughts to make his presence known.
“You know that I could keep you in this state for hours, days even,” he whispers, his breath clashing hotly against the nape of Erik’s neck and making the short hairs there stand on end. “Writhing wantonly between my sheets, in my bed, right where you belong. Begging me to let you touch yourself, or even just hump a pillow. You’d be so beautiful, painfully hard as you are – I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you, ever.”
Erik moans and hides their head at Charles’ shoulder, arms trembling where they’re still grabbing the headboard so tightly their knuckles have turned white. The muscles in their back are slick with sweat, and strung with tension as they groan, “You’re killing me, Charles.”
Their words tickle the skin of Charles’ neck. He chuckles and turns to buss a kiss against Erik’s temple.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Oh, and you may go faster.”
Relief lighting up every corner of Erik’s mind, they speed up their movements, riding Charles’ cock in earnest now. He chucks them under the chin until they’ve straightened up and he can lean back and watch, hands on their thighs so he can feel them strain.
A beautiful expression of abandon, of heedless bliss on their face, they’re pushing a quiet, broken “Aah” every time they rock back onto the strap-on.
Erik is approaching the tipping point quickly now – too quickly for Charles’ liking. Keeping track of Erik’s pleasure, he follows its ebb and flow to the knot of nerve cells that make it tick.
“Charles, I’m- aahhn- I’m so close-” Another hit to their sweet spot, and Erik keens, clenching helplessly around Charles’ artificial cock. “Please, may I-?”
“No.” And without blinking an eye, Charles switches off Erik’s ability to come.
“Du Bastard-” Erik gasps, their frantic movements stuttering to a halt, but Charles urges them ever on.
“Sticks and stones, love,” he purrs, unable to help a smile as tears of overstimulation start to gather in the corners of Erik’s eyes. “Just a little longer, for me – you can do that, yes?”
“No, no, Charles, please,” Erik is whining now, pleading almost, their eyes wide and beseeching as they gaze at Charles. “It’s too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” Charles wraps a reassuring hand around the nape of Erik’s neck, pulls them forward to he can shush them with his lips against their ear. It’s almost mesmerizing, to see Erik fuck themselves back onto his cock even as tears of overstimulation pearl down their cheeks. “I was able to wait for you today, so now you’ll just have to wait for me. This is what they call patience, darling.”
“Ngh,” Erik breathes, but says nothing more as they continue to ride the strap-on with their brows drawn together in a dogged, almost pained expression. Charles knows it’s just their supreme acting – they’re enjoying themselves tremendously, with their pleasure teetering on the edge of the uncomfortable but never crossing it, and their control so utterly surrendered to Charles.
He watches and watches, sometimes reaching out to give Erik’s cock a rough tug, which never fails to make them sob and utter out a needy “Please, Charles, pleasepleaseplease.” They’re gorgeous like this, their thighs quivering with overstimulation, their muscles flexing every time they rock back onto Charles’ strap-on, their gaze hooded and pleading when it crosses Charles’. From time to time, they lean forward and kiss him, like they’re trying to soften his resolve – mouthing at his lips and jaw, and the faded dual scars on his chest.
At last, Charles relents. Quietly, he draws back from Erik’s pleasure centre, and when they notice, they give a keening sound so loud he’s scared that it might be audible in the whole mansion.
Come for me, darling, he commands, and Erik obeys.
Hips stuttering, they cry out and splatter Charles’ belly with their come. All heaving breaths and trembling limbs and wet cheeks, they slump into his embrace as the aftershocks of pleasure run through their body and sweep Charles right with them. It’s glorious, an explosion of light and sensation and warmth.
When it’s over, Charles turns his head and busses a kiss against Erik’s matted hair.
They stir, wincing as Charles’ artificial cock slips out of them. “I love…” they murmur into the sweat- and tear-streaked skin of Charles’ neck, “I...” Their front is feverish where it presses up against his jaw, but their words ring true.
Charles doesn’t need them to complete their sentence.
“You’re a wonder, Erik,” he murmurs, and means it.