Darren groans and lifts himself up one more time. He feels like there are flames licking at his thighs and when he pushes down his legs are trembling a little. His arms hurt too, after being tied behind his back for quite a long time. His cock is flushed and leaking precome, pressed to his stomach. He feels but can't see Chris' fingers holding to his hips with clear intention to leave marks, to leave bruises.
"Okay, baby, just a little more. You are so beautiful," his Dom's voice is strangely calm and steady, like it's not him who has his cock up Darren's ass. "Don't stop," he adds, slapping him lightly, when Darren sits without moving for ten seconds.
You see, it started when Criss came home from Vegas and found Chris looking at him angrily.
"So what, did you get married there?" he asked then. Darren silently shook his head, looking down, but, obviously, it wasn't enough for Chris. "Answer me."
"No, we just went to hang out, like all friends do..." And after that Chris grabbed his shirt and kissed him, biting lips hard enough to draw blood.
"I really, really don't want you to do anything 'like friends' with Mia," he said. "Do you understand me?"
Darren nodded and fell to his knees the second Chris let him go.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I don't think you deserve punishment for that," Dom said, more to himself, "but I think you need to be reminded who you belong to."
And this is how they ended up like this, with Darren moving on Chris' cock sorely slow.
"Please," Darren sobs, pain in his legs becoming unbearable and he just needs to come... "Pleasepleaseplease, I'll let you do anything to me after, just please, let me come, Sir, I need, I have to, please," he begs, not really pushing, but grinding down.
"Sweetheart," Chris says it with stern voice. "You are a good boy, aren't you? Move. Do not stop and do not come until I say so. Or I'll punish you, even if I didn't want to."
Darren pushes up and tugs at scarf on his wrists, trying to loose it a little. Chris' eyes follow his movement and he slaps him again.
"Don't even try it."
Darren breathes shakily and goes down, sweat makes its way down his face and back, he is wet everywhere actually.
He continues babbling 'please' and 'Sir' and 'anything' but never stops his movement this time.
After what seemed like a thousand hours Darren hears Chris saying "Hey, hey, baby, you're with me?"
He nods and says "I'm always with you, I'm only yours, Sir" and wants to look at his Dom hopefully though blindfold prevents it. Chris just knows what effect these eyes on him.
"You can come anytime now, my boy, you're good, you're the best," he praises, petting his thigh.
Darren pushes down one last time and screams as he comes in white streaks on Chris' and his own stomach and chest.
He thinks he may pass out now and he vaguely registers that Chris moans and comes inside of him.
He feels that his fingers disappear from his hips and go to the scarf undoing knots. After that blindfold goes off and Darren blinks few times to adjust to the light. Then Chris' concerned face comes to focus.
"Are you okay, sweety?"
Darren nods and Chris maneuvers them so now he's lying on the back.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, I'm wonderful," Darren mumbles sleepy, and Chris laughs.
They are wonderful.