Guest - but Hiccup and Astrid aren't in a Master/slave set up, and even so Astrid spends an awful lot of time on her knees as it is. I'm confused what you're getting at.
I dedicate this chapter to ShipMistress and hope she enjoys the fluff.
-HTTYD-
Luxuriating in the warm air within his home, aided by the wonders of central heating of course, Hiccup glanced out the window at the snow falling outside. Astrid was using it as a perfect excuse to not have to go back to her place at all - they were absolutey snowed in, didn't Hiccup know? Speaking of Astrid, Hiccup had plans for her, to ensure she was well and truly cosy, that the chill wouldn't touch her.
"So, what are the rules again?"
"The rules are you aren't allowed to do anything for yourself. At all. All day. Now, you can go to the bathroom by yourself, and obviously you can safeword although I don't think you'll want to."
"Well, before we start, remember we're visiting my parents for the holidays and that if you forget to pack for it, I won't be doing this again."
"I won't forget."
"Good."
Hiccup smiled. He couldn't believe it had taken three and a half months to get around to this, but he was oh so keen to get started. Astrid stretched, standing to excuse herself to the bathroom.
"Let me know when you're done, but don't leave. I'm going to give you a shower."
If Astrid wanted a bath later for aftercare, it made sense to save it. But he was keen to get hands on her, to watch Astrid try to do nothing because she'd underestimated how tough it would be. While he waited, he meandered around the kitchen, checking he had everything - he'd done a supply run before the snow really came down - for the day, heard the toilet flush and the sink run in the bathroom before Astrid called out to him.
Shedding his clothes, Hiccup entered the room and Astrid gave him an interested once over, pouting petulantly that he still had his underwear on.
"I'm showering you, not myself."
"Well that's less fun."
"Hush."
Astrid glared, but stayed quiet and he caught the amusement in her face, clearly expecting that the day would be a breeze. Hiccup turned the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up while he took down Astrid's hair, combing out her braid with his fingers. Just to make her roll her eyes, he shucked his boxers too and followed her into the shower. It was a snug fit, but they'd made it work before.
"Why didn't you just say you were getting in?"
"Because winding you up is fun. Now be quiet."
Staying silent wasn't strictly part of the rules, but Astrid could talk him to distraction when she wanted to - especially if she wanted Hiccup to either give her pain or get her off - and he wanted her to settle in to the whole thing properly. He started with her hair, since the scalp massage ought to relax her plenty. Initially, her hands would come up to try and help, but Hiccup gently pushed them down, told her only to let him know if she had suds in her eyes. He was careful, but he didn't want Astrid suffering quietly as a petulant way to protest him telling her to stay quiet.
By the time conditioner swirled the drain, Astrid was putty. Hiccup smiled to himself, grabbing hold of a washcloth and a gentle, moisturising soap - from Astrid's Lush haul, which meant for special submissive occasions just such as this - to work over her body. The light scent rose with the steam, relaxing Astrid further if her gentle hums were anything to go by as Hiccup focused on every inch of her, soaping and wiping and dropping kisses over her skin when the whim took him.
Her eyes were closed, simply enjoying the feelings and so Astrid didn't immediately notice when Hiccup dropped to his knees, bright blue gaze finding him when Astrid felt a kiss on her hip bone.
"Now there's something I don't see often."
Hiccup chuckled, washing each of her legs with the same measured motions as he had her upper body.
"That's because you're usually tied up when I go down on you. If you want me on my knees you only have to ask nicely."
Astrid squirmed when the soap-free cloth slid over more delicate skin, but her eyes were closed again and so it took her a minute to react when Hiccup replaced cloth with his thumb, circling over her clit until her eyes popped open again. It wouldn't be an explosive, mind-wrecking moment, but Hiccup was only just getting started as he brought her off with fingers and tongue, bodies angled so that his back took the brunt of the shower spray, letting him taste and tease Astrid as he pleased. She came with a sweet, gasping breath, legs going weak and Hiccup held her up with hands on her hips until she could straighten up.
Cleaning them both up quickly, Hiccup stood and rinsed off - he'd already showered that morning so didn't bother soaping himself. Then he got out, drying himself off quickly before bringing Astrid out. He took his time to dry her, wringing her hair out gently and leading her to the bedroom.
"Here, brush any knots out so I won't hurt you."
Astrid complied, handing the brush back and sitting surprisingly agreeably as Hiccup blow-dried her hair for her, already really quite enjoying being able to just care for her. He did so all the time in small ways, like taking her lunch or helping her relax when work fried her brain, but otherwise Astrid generally liked rough and involved scenes that sometimes almost left her limping, and then aftercare was a necessity as much as an enjoyment. Today... he got to do it just because.
When her hair was dry, silk-soft and sweet-smelling, Hiccup tied it into a loose braid so it wouldn't get in the way of food, gave his own hair a quick once over with the dryer before laying Astrid on the bed. Getting her to stay still for moisturiser-massages wasn't much of a tough sell, and nor was the second little climax he gave her, thrilling in watching her squirm on his fingers with those lovely little mewls.
There was a hint of resistance when Hiccup insisted on feeding her. He offered her restraints - offered, gave her the choice if it would make it easier for her to let him - but Astrid declined, clearly adamant she could do nothing still.
"This feels kind of infantilising."
"It's not. It is exactly about you being the strong, confident and capable adult that you are, and you being willing to let me do this anyway."
After that, Astrid was a little happier to allow him, and Hiccup couldn't stop smiling. He understood why she'd thought that, but he also knew that pleasure-slave days were not something he'd be able to get away with often. Astrid was too headstrong, too independent. So he'd milk the day for all he could.
Astrid certainly perked up after Hiccup finished feeding her, then kissed his way from syrup-sweet lips down to her chest, nuzzling at her breasts with soft, feathery brushes of his mouth. He so rarely had the time to roam her so slowly; even when he did, Astrid was usually fighting against bonds and pleading for more, but for the moment she was allowing Hiccup's leisurely exploration. By the time Hiccup reached her hips, she was panting, flushed, sharing a giggle when her stomach gurgled a little as breakfast settled. Hiccup restrained himself from tickling her; she wasn't tied up, it would be suicide.
Instead, he pressed his tongue down against the firm little nub just begging to be tasted, not bothering to chide Astrid for wrapping a leg around his neck, more focused on stoking the embers of arousal to a gentle fire. Hiccup hummed happily with her musky, sweet flavour on his lips, suckling gently at her clit, sliding a finger inside her when he wanted to work her up a little higher. It was a little more intense than before, but still softer than Astrid was probably used to, her moans sweet and low and breathy.
"Are you... mmm that was great, are you planning to do that all day?"
"Absolutely. You'll be aching by the time I'm done with you today."
Astrid shivered pleasantly, biting her lip as Hiccup got up and wiped his mouth, leant over to kiss her softly. All but purring, Astrid settled into the sofa while Hiccup headed to the kitchen, making up a heavy, rich hot chocolate for them each. Astrid took a nap after that, which Hiccup thought utterly adorable as he watched her shuffle and get comfortable under a blanket, head resting on a pillow in Hiccup's lap. He stroked her hair, freed of her braid again now she'd eaten and she dozed on and off.
When she woke, Hiccup did bring out some restraints. Gentle, really, just some soft cuffs to keep her hands bound in front of her for the time being. They seemed to help her relax into the "letting Hiccup care for her" space, on more familiar territory once she was feeling tied up. Hiccup was just glad she relaxed... until he added a little wearable vibrator, and sat quietly while Astrid squirmed and panted and pleaded next to him, bound hands keeping her from being able to reach down and deal with maddeningly slow, frustrating hum of the toy. It was on its lowest setting, but Astrid's wriggling pressed it more firmly in all the right places if her gasps and moans were any indication.
"Stay right there."
Hiccup left her on the sofa, still writhing in tormented, teasing pleasure, while he headed to the kitchen and retrieved a bowl of little cake and brownie bites he'd made last night, ready for right now. Astrid watched him come back with the bowl, boosting her up slightly so she could swallow more easily and hand-feeding her the small tastes of sweetness. Her teeth would bite down harder randomly, especially when Hiccup turned up the setting on the toy, but she'd also lick at his fingers with cute, playful smiles, nuzzle his hand if Hiccup stroked her hair or cheek.
"Did you make all my favourite things to eat?"
"Not everything. I think spoon feeding you a steak would get messy. But quite a few, yes."
Once Astrid was done eating, turning away from another bit of cake and saying she didn't want to feel sick, Hiccup brushed the crumbs from her front, placed the bowl aside calmly before flicking up the switch on her vibrator and watching Astrid pitch and buck, listening to her curse and choke out moans. He sat quietly as she writhed, smiling to himself at the way she moved with such desperation. Only when he felt she'd taken enough for the moment did he turn it off.
"Oh... gods..."
Astrid gasped out between raw, gulping breaths, slumping against the cushions under her with quivering aftershocks wracking her frame. His cock urged him to indulge himself more in her body, but today was about Astrid and Hiccup wasn't going to let his own arousal interfere. Tempting as she looked, flushed and bare and beautiful...
Scolding himself, Hiccup focused on checking Astrid wasn't overstimulated as he removed the vibe, felt her shudder but when he looked at her face, she had a breathless smile for him. She asked to get up for the bathroom, so Hiccup undid her cuffs and grinned as she went on slightly coltish, shaking legs. When she came back, she eyed Hiccup slightly warily, as though expecting him to have yet more toys or bondage planned.
She was right.
Wrists tied behind her, Astrid settled on his lap with a mild confusion; Hiccup could tell she was expecting him to make use of the erection she pushed up against experimentally. Instead, he waited for her to get comfortable before sliding his hand over her thigh and toying idly with her, enough to keep her on edge without a frantic race for climax. Hiccup did his best to appear uninterested, eyes on the TV while he felt her soaking his leg, slick and hot on his fingers, growing more and more needy each time he stopped and started again.
"If you keep trying" Hiccup pried her legs apart again, her constantly closing them to trap his fingers "I'll get a spreader and tie you up properly."
Astrid whimpered, still squirming as Hiccup curled fingers inside her, rubbing her clit with his other hand and wedging his knees between hers until she came, sobbing in relief after being teased back and forth for over an hour. Oh, he looked forward to edging her all the more after that. Hiccup could only imagine how she would be after a day... Hel, a week not being allowed to come. His cock throbbed with the thought of all those heated expressions and threats of 'doing it herself', all the sounds she'd make when he took her so close...
Her head turned, seeking him with soft little huffs until Hiccup cradled her jaw, kissed her long and deep. Hiccup stroked her back, waiting for the shivers to stop and smirking to himself as he felt the mess Astrid made of his bottoms. The satisfied moan she let out when Hiccup guided her back until he was slipping into wet, welcoming heat was divine, rocking up into her with slow, steady bucks. It wouldn't take much for him and Astrid was little better, still on edge as Hiccup fingered her clit in time with his thrusts, other hand holding her breast and occasionally playing with her nipple.
"Gods, Astrid, you're perfect."
Astrid could only moan weakly in response, doing her best to ride him until Hiccup pinned her hips as best he could, scolding her lightly for trying to take over and she whined in frustration. If he weren't so close himself, Hiccup might have dragged it out for longer. He held her tight to him as he came, felt her quiver around him again with a keening sound.
A murmured question to her had Astrid agreeing she wanted her hands back to clean herself up, but once she was done and Hiccup had changed into clean bottoms himself, they snuggled back on the sofa so Hiccup could roam her skin at his leisure.
"Are you alright?"
"Mmm. Weird but... I kinda like it."
"We can stop if you want."
Astrid shook her head, stretching up to kiss him with a sweet smile.
"You do so much for me. I think I can tolerate doing nothing all day just for you."
-HTTYD-
In case anyone forgot Hiccup can do gentle... here's a day of it!