"It's just a cock ring. I want you to beg for your release." marace requested by anon
warnings/tags: overstimulation, orgasm denial
ships: marace
"It's just a cock ring," Marco says flippantly, as though Ace isn't already close to sobbing, and he holds it up to the light, innocent circle framed by gold.
"Don't, Marco, please-" he begs, voice hitching, "no, no, please don't make me wait longer-"
Marco slips it on regardless of his pleas, fingers stroking Ace's pulsing cock as he fits the ring around the base of Ace's erection, and Ace jolts into his touch, muscles jumping. "Marco-" he whines lowly, sides heaving, and his voice almost caves to a sob. "Marco, no-"
"Should have figured out how to beg before," Marco says, but he's gentle in how he kisses Ace's spit-slick lips and wipes tears off his cheeks. Are you okay? he seems to ask, eyes concerned, but Ace returns his kiss with desperate fevour, pushing into his touch.
"Just let me come," he begs, just as Marco wants him to, "let me come, Marco, Marco, Marco, please-"
"Where's that please when you ask me for favours?" Marco says with a laugh, stroking Ace's achingly hard cock, and he keens, shoulders braced against the bed as he arches upwards. His body burns, cock pulsing hard and insistent between his legs, and he's so tense he's sure that someone could flick one of his taut muscles and it wouldn't move.
"I can say it," he says breathlessly, "please. Please please please please please-"
"Isn't that a nice word to say?" Marco says, sounding almost delighted, and he strokes his finger over the tip of Ace's cock, wiping off the precum that beads the top. "You should practice it more. Please, and maybe respect to your superiors too, hm?"
"Marco," Ace whines, but Marco's very pointedly not looking at him now, his fingers stroking up and down and up and down and so soft that Ace knows he'll never get release. "Commander!" he pleads, "Please, I'm fucking- I'm begging, please-"
"What do you need, Ace?" Marco asks, so purposefully obtuse that Ace almost howls in desperate frustration.
"Please! Let me come! Commander, commander, please- please, let me come, let me come, let me come-"
"Poor kitten," Marco croons. "So desperate."
You would be too, Ace almost snaps, but the steady stroke of Marco's hand is ruining his ability to make words, and the only thing he can get out now strangled versions of Marco's name and the word 'please'.
"Just keep begging," Marco says, his grin vicious and bright, and his next words make Ace sob, his lips pressed together hard, "and maybe I'll think about letting you come. After all, you're just to pretty like this."
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