Warden almost felt the urge to cry, but he figured that just doing what his future self wanted was the better idea. He had nightmares before of having to do something like this - he just never thought it would be with, well, himself. Warden didn't know how to do it properly at all and leaned forward hesitantly, worried about his older self's fingers in his hair. He wouldn't put it beyond the future warden to pull some of it out. He closed his eyes tightly when he felt the other's member press against his lips. He barely opened his mouth, despite the pressure he was under.
Oh, but as it turned out, the future warden had no intention of pulling his hair out. Quite the contrary, he tightened is grip and hissed, "If you insist on behaving like a stubborn animal, you'll be treated like one, you twat! Lead a damned horse to water and MAKE him drink!" Cruel hands wrenched at Warden's jaw, something long, stiff and hot penetrating the cavity. It was forced almost all the way back into his throat. "Suck it!"
Warden honestly felt like dying, tears stinging his eyes as the future warden forced himself in his mouth. He wanted to gag and pull back, but the older, stronger warden had a good enough grip on him to stop the sad attempt. Warden whimpered against it, still not knowing the first thing to do in the situation he was in. If he wasn't so scared out of his mind right then he would bite the damned thing off. For now, though, Warden made himself do something more acceptable. Inexperienced or not, it wasn't that hard to suck on something...right?
The warden lifted his hands to better balance himself as he used them to hold on to his future self's hips. He kept his eyes down cast, brushing his tongue along the hot flesh as he began to suck. He wanted to gag again badly at first, but he slowly grew used to it and it wasn't long before his body reacted positively. If Warden didn't want to get hurt, he had to enjoy it and go along with it.
The warden's compliance seemed to be the key to the operation, for as soon as he had begun to obey, the tenseness left his future self's grip, and he began to relax into the movements. From the groans that rumbled deep in his throat, the croons of "Yes", "Deeper", "Harder" and "Bitch" coming more frequently, the future warden fell more in rhythm with the movements.
The fingers no longer clenched tightly to his hair, but rather began stroking it back almost tenderly. "Yes, yes, my little toy…" he moaned out, head tilted back at an angle as he faced his closed eyes towards the ceiling, his tone even more humid than the breath streaming from his throat, "My compliant little device…"
Warden kept his eyes to the floor, but he was extremely tempted to glare up at his future self. He did not like being referred to as an object, but there wasn't really a lot he could do about it at this point. At least he was doing it right from the sounds the future warden was making. Warden kept it up, gaining a bit more confidence as he took him more in his mouth. He was no longer wanting to gag, slowly becoming used to it.
He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he actually liked this. Warden could live without the name calling, but having the other somewhat at his mercy was an exciting feeling. He brushed his tongue over his future self's hardened member after pulling back for a moment. Warden knew it was risky, but he didn't care at that point. He looked up at his future self finally, still trailing his tongue over the flesh.
And his future self did little to complain, but instead threw back his head and let loose an animalistic groan of lust as he twined his fingers into Warden's hair, locked each wisp into his grasp. There were so few feelings in life like this, feelings that gave such immense satisfaction and filled him to bursting with this unholy want. It made him clench harder just to think about it.
"That's a good boy..." he nearly sang to him in a low voice, thrusting his hips mouthward and hissing in delight. "You take it all." Such a willing little receptical. He wondered if Warden was even aware that he was enjoying himself - the future self could tell by the increased zeal by which his younger operated. "God, yes..." The sweat poured from his hairline as his body picked itself up for a more intense stretch. "Just you wait...you'll have yours soon enough."
Warden felt all the more flustered, almost choking when his future self pushed himself all the way into his mouth. His grip on the other's hips tightened while he attempted to adjust to the size. His sucking was still amateur at best, but he was soon lost in the act. Warden's body was hot and bothered, knowing what was to come.
In the midst of the gutteral grunts and groans coming from his future self, there came the essence of touch again, this time trailing far past the length of his hair and onto the nape of his neck, fingers tracing invisible knots and paths down the muscles as he continued to punish his subordinate with his lower extremities.
"There's a good boy..." he moaned again. "Get it nice and hard."
Warden shuddered from the ghosting touches. He made a small sound in his throat without really noticing, his tongue pressing against the hard flesh again. His teeth faintly grazed over it while his sucking was growing more persistant.
Sucking the air between his teeth, the dominant grunted. "Fuck, I'm gonna..." And there he cut himself off, suddenly indecisive. Did he want to finish the job here or in a more...special location? With a growl of sudden decision, he pushed the other away, pulling out and regaining his footing. "Bend over the bed. Now."
Warden caught his breath, wiping at his mouth while he stared at his older self as if he heard wrong. "W-what?" Nervous again, he crawled backwards, back bumping into the bed.
His face became an ugly scowl. "You heard what I said. Do it." His words hung in the air, as though he expected the Warden to know exactly what he'd do if he didn't. He advanced toward him by seve steps, decreasing the space between them almost ominously, and his subordinate was in a good position to get poked by something ungodly.
"R-right...okay...!" Warden scrambled to his feet. He knew things would only get worse if he stalled any longer. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, the younger turned around. He hesitated in bending over, hating being in a position where he couldn't see what was going on. Warden bit down on his lip and gripped the edge of the bed, waiting.
There was strength in those weathered hands as they gripped him, uncaring of the hurt and force that they relayed. Beneath his fingerprints, the bruises began to form as he thrust him once again into submission, pressing his aroused form against the Warden's back. "The thing about devices..." The cruelty in his hands as he stiffened the Warden's form against him, explored his next venue with impatient fingers. "They do what they're told!"
And just like that, he was in. All of him. From head to base, he was in. There had been no stretch, no preparation, the only wet between them what was left over from the Warden's culinary delight. And now he was rocking his hips against him. "Plan on disobeying again?"
Warden's eyes watered from the pain, his grip on the bed so tight his knuckles turned white. He tried to be quiet, muffling a cry against the bed as he shook his head to answer his future self's question. Warden didn't know a worse pain right now, but he did his best to keep himself from tensing up too much. It would only make things worse.