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The collar is slightly too big for him. No wonder. It was made for you, after all – by him, when he wanted to try something new, to expand out into leather work. It was very good for a first try. He's done better since, but it still has sentimental value to you both. That's why he chose it for this.
He responds when you tug at it – an eager, impatient little whine in the back of his throat, muffled by your cock. You can't help grinning, just a little.
“I said no touching.”
He doesn't respond. Just sits there, one trembling hand on your calf, the other wrapped obediently around his own ankle, like you told him to. His jaw flexes minutely as he swallows.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY – God, fuck... that feels so good. Are you absolutely sure we can't cum?
EMPATHY – Not yet. He needs a second. He wouldn't have touched you otherwise.
Trying your best not to respond to the reflex, trying not to buck your hips, you pull harder on the leash. He protests a little, whines louder as you pull him off your dick.
PERCEPTION – There's a little trail of precum and spit hanging from his lips, connecting you. His jaw is slack, moving a little as he pants for air.
The hand on your leg grips a little tighter. Carefully, gently, like you're carrying a crystal knick-knack in your hand – something infinitely precious and unique – you cradle the back of his head. The pink, wet tip of his tongue comes out to wet his swollen lips as he's forced to look up at you. Unseeing, blind – the blindfold is still in place. You finger the knot to make sure.
“You okay?”
He's not allowed to speak. The whining was almost out of line, but you didn't actually specify no noise, just no talking. So it's fine. But if he speaks now it's an ironclad sign that you need to change tack.
All of this was things he asked for, but you haven't done it like this before, so neither of you know if it'll work. So far he seems to want to take it. The floor must be uncomfortable. You've stood long enough for your knees to start locking up and ache; you can imagine what it's like for him, sitting on the bare boards, the only point of warmth your crotch in his face. You're ready to change it all on the drop of a hat, undo the knot, help him up-
The fingers clutching your leg squeeze, just once. You relax.
“You need your hand there?”
The hand is still. The seconds pass. His chest stops heaving as deeply; his breathing returns to something resembling normal, then slows down more. You can see his shoulders droop along with it, the tendons in his neck going slack.
One squeeze. You caress his neck, push your blunt fingers into the muscles, smile as you hear him sigh. This wasn't in the specs, but that's fine. Whatever he needs.
ENDURANCE – Whatever you need, too, bröther. Your knees are about to give in.
VOLITION – He won't mind if you sit. It may even add to the feeling.
“Come here.”
With a little grunt, you collapse down onto the sofa. Make yourself comfortable, spread your legs wide and tilt your hips up, all ready for him as you watch him scoot forward awkwardly. You tug on the leash again, guide his head back with your hand, force him back onto your cock – shove it down his throat, try not to cum the second he starts gagging and whining. His fingers scrabble on your calf. His shoulders are relaxed, his breathing level.
DRAMA – Very good, sire. You can make it even better for him, however. Make a little show of it, yes? Assure him of his place, like he wants to.
“Good boy, Kim. Keeping my dick warm for me.” You pet his head, smooth down the sweat-soaked cowlicks to something resembling his normal, composed style. “I think I'll read a bit. You're not in a hurry anywhere, are you?”
There's no answering squeeze on your calf. It was a rhetorical question, part of the game, not something he's supposed to answer. Making sure to make noise, you pull the dog-eared Mullen from the cushion and turn the page. He swallows again, and you bite your lip and clutch the thin pages harder.
The clock ticks, slow, almost hypnotic, measuring out each second he sits between your legs – measuring each little drawn-out release of tension in him. At some point you'll pull him off again. Right now, he's exactly where he needs to be.