(｡ಠ‿ಠ｡) this chapter got sooo ooc but I love it. A big old thank you to my wonderful friend Peggy for proofreading, and one for Amira for being so encouraging about this whole fic. You two are awesome!
Also, I know BDSM isn't everyone's cup of tea so I take no responsibility for you not enjoying this chapter. This is tame compared to things I want to have them do in future chapters. Just fair warning.
"Well?" Malik was growing impatient, and he gave Seto's hair a small tug. Seto grit his teeth, opening his eyes enough to see Malik was staring at him. His eyes were hard and commanding, but his lips curled in a smug smile. Seto felt like his insides had turned to jelly.
"Yes…Master."
Malik kissed him.
God, did Malik kiss him.
It was rough and passionate, with more teeth than tongue, and nails digging into his scalp. Seto groaned into it, out of breath in no time, and he was barely managing to keep up with all the different directions Malik took the kiss. One minute he was dragging Seto close and sucking his tongue, and the next he had Seto with his back to the couch cushions, Malik straddling his lap and nipping his lips. Seto groaned again, laying his hands on Malik's hips to bring him even closer. Before he could, however, his hands were slapped away and pinned down by Malik's own, and he growled a short, non-committal protest against the other's lips.
Malik pulled back, staying close enough so Seto could feel his breath on his cheeks, but far enough away that Seto couldn't lean up and kiss him again. "You don't get to touch me unless I say so. Understood?"
Seto just frowned in reply. He knew this was part of the scene, but no touching at all?
Malik didn't appreciate Seto's silence, and he grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to tilt his head to the side. "Understood?"
Seto gasped softly, both at the unexpected action and at the pleasurable throb he felt between his legs that said action caused. He nodded as much as could with Malik holding his head back, and Malik let out a pleased noise, releasing his chin and stroking his cheek. "Good boy." He freed Seto's other wrist –the first having been freed when he grabbed his chin– to see if his new pet truly understood. The only movement he made was to press his palms against the couch cushions. Malik made another pleased sound. "Mm, you are a good boy."
Seto felt himself shiver at the praise, and he bit his lip to keep from speaking out of turn. He was impressed by how easily it came to him, the ability to submit and take commands… He hadn't had much experience being a sub, maybe one or two sexual encounters in college where he was tied up and spanked, but it was tame compared to everything he'd read about and witnessed in porn. With his stubborn personality and lust for control in the majority of aspects in his life, he hadn't been sure if he could fulfill his role, but so far so good. Then again, it was only one command. Who knew what the rest of the night could bring?
Malik brought him out of his thoughts with his lips returning to his throat. He sighed and craned his head back to give Malik easier access, the other taking what was given and kissing at this newly revealed expanse of skin. His hands wandered along Seto's sides, tickling at his ribcage and playing with the hem of his shirt. He nipped and sucked at Seto's throat, harder in some places than in others, and left a trail of bright red patches behind. He'd have to check them later to see if they formed hickies.
This continued for several minutes. With each nip and suck Malik gave him, the more wound up Seto got, and the more he wanted to touch Malik. He wanted to smooth his hands down Malik's back; rake his fingers through his hair and grab his hips. He did none of these, now gripping the fabric of the cushions, knowing he shouldn't disobey. Unless…
Seto rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself for not realizing it sooner. Malik had given him that order specifically so he could disobey it. A clever excuse to get Seto all tied up and to deal out punishment that fit well with the narrative of the scene. He wondered it Malik was improvising, or if he had actually planned this encounter out in advance. Either way, Seto was probably too easily impressed.
Seto let himself enjoy the necking and playful touches for another moment longer before slowly raising his hands and taking hold of Malik's hips. As much as he enjoyed that, he was ready to get to the real good stuff.
Seto was correct in his assumptions. Malik sat up leisurely, looking down at him with an unimpressed scowl. "I told you not to touch me," he said slowly, emphasizing each word. "It seems you're not as well behaved as I initially thought… No matter. If you can't obey simple orders, then I have no other option that to punish you for your disobedience."
Standing up, Malik pulled Seto up by his shirt collar, not giving him a chance to do it himself. Keeping a hold of him like that, he more or less dragged Seto down the hall, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. Closing the door behind them, he released Seto so he could lock it. A simple padlock he'd installed himself after Ryou had barged in on him one too many times. He showed Seto the key and laid it down on his dresser. "By the time I'm through with you, you will know not to disobey me. Strip."
The order came so suddenly Seto almost didn't notice it. He hurried to obey, eyes on Malik as he pulled his shirt off. Malik wasn't looking at him; rather, he was kneeling before his dresser, digging around in his bottom drawer, pulling out objects and laying them down every so often. Some of them Seto recognized, and it sparked renewed excitement in his loins. Others he didn't recognize, and they filled him with apprehension.
After retrieving the items he'd been looking for, Malik closed the drawer. He set some of the objects on top of the dresser, taking others with him to the bed. He sat down, crossing his legs as he watched Seto. He was down to his boxers now, and Malik couldn't help but notice the very obvious tenting of the otherwise loose material. Leaning back on his hands, he extended his top leg to brush his foot against Seto's crotch. Seto inhaled sharply, his movements stilling.
"You're incredibly turned on, aren't you?" Malik asked calmly, almost sweetly. Seto only nodded in reply. "You have permission to speak, you know," he reminded Seto, pressing his toes against the bulge in his boxers. "I haven't taken away your ability to do that just yet."
Seto bit his lips and nodded. "Yes, sir."
Malik smirked, pleased with his pet and how this scene was progressing. It really didn't take much to get Seto excited, and that bode well for future scenes. Lowering his foot he allowed Seto to return to his task, and Malik was happy to sit back and watch as each and every inch of pale skin was exposed to him. As gorgeous as the man's naked chest and thighs had been on webcam, his entire body in person was even better. Long, lithe limbs, broad shoulders, thin hips, each curve of muscle along his chest and arms being well defined. And his equipment wasn't too bad looking either.
Soon enough Seto was naked in front of him, and Malik could barely take his eyes off of him. He raked his eyes up and down his body several times, as if trying to memorize each piece of him. Seto stood still, not quite embarrassed by Malik's gaze, but still a bit flustered at the lecherous way Malik was looking at him. Standing once more Malik moved over to him, presenting the items he'd brought to the bed with him; a padded leather collar with several D rings attached to it at equal intervals, and a pair of matching wrist cuffs. He looked up at Seto with a small smile, undoing the clasps on the collar. "The safe word*is dahab. Think you can memorize that?"
Seto was eyeing the collar suspiciously, not sure if he could bring himself to wear that. It would be humiliating. And yet… He did want to wear it, if only to prove himself that he could. He lifted his chin, silently giving Malik the okay to put the collar on him. "I think I can," he responded, feeling Malik fasten the collar around his neck. He slipped two fingers between the leather and his chin, checking the tightness. Seeing it wasn't too tight, he took one of Seto's hands now, locking the cuff around his wrist.
"Simple as that." He moved on to Seto's other wrist, once again checking to make sure they weren't too tight. As each clasp was done up he felt Seto tense, and Malik studied his face. He was staring at the cuffs with an unreadable expression, and looked to be chewing the inside of his cheek. He looked uneasy, yes, but didn't seem anxious or unwilling. Then again, he wasn't used to Seto's expressions and body language. Placing two fingers under Seto's chin, he tilted his head up and made him look him in the eyes.
"You okay?" he whispered, his own expression showing his concern. Seto looked confused for a moment before realizing Malik had broken his role and that this wasn't part of the scene.
"Yes," he answered briskly. And he was, really. It was just new to him. Being dominated in real life was so different than in his fantasies. Even the little roleplay-like conversations they'd had on Skype had been easy. Submission had come naturally to him then, as it was all just a fantasy. He'd seen it as little more than elaborate oral storytelling with a masturbatory twist. Even their chats, up until this week, had been a part of that. The desire to submit had been real, of course, and the lust he felt for Malik was as well. He was sure of what he wanted and what he liked. He just…needed practice pursuing it.
"You sure?" Malik was still looking at him with that worried expression. "We can slow down if you're getting overwhelmed."
Seto frowned, shaking his head. He appreciated Malik's concern, of course, but there was no way they were stopping now. "I'm sure." Just to make his sureness abundantly clear, he grabbed Malik's shirt collar and dragged him into a deep kiss. For a moment Malik was stunned motionless, and Seto echoed his earlier actions, nipping at Malik's lips teasingly and poking at his tongue ring with the tip of his tongue. Then Malik composed himself and took control of the kiss, raking his fingers through Seto's hair and giving it a tug. Seto groaned and melted against him, and Malik smirked into the kiss. He pulled away and grinned, leaving Seto slightly winded.
"I'll take your word for it," he murmured over his lips, stepping back to resume the scene. He grabbed a leash and with a smirk, attached it to one of the D rings on Seto's collar. "Now then, my pet, I wonder how I'll punish you for your disobedience." He watched Seto's lips part, hearing a shaky inhale. "Do you have any suggestions?"
Seto's eyes widened, surprised that he was apparently being given the privilege of choosing his own punishment. On the one hand he was glad, because he could pick something he knew he'd like. On the other hand, it would still only be a suggestion that Malik might not consider. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with something he enjoyed either way. "A flogging might be in order, sir."
Malik's smirk only widened, but he didn't let Seto know if he liked that suggestion of not. Instead he just tugged on the leash, leading him to the bed. "On your knees, right here," he said, patting the edge of the mattress. Seto obliged, kneeling in the middle of the area Malik had shown him, his back to the rest of the room.
The bed was a queen sized canopy with a sturdy, black wrought iron frame. The headboard and end board were both made of iron, shaped and bent into intricate swirling designs. Each design was topped off with a heart. Seto smirked when he noticed this. It was almost too Malik. There were sheer black curtains draped over each end of the frame, and Malik pushed them back so they wouldn't be in the way. As he did this he revealed strips of leather connected with O rings attached to each corner of the frame. He glanced around at the frame again, seeing more on the head and end board. "This bed gets a lot of use, I see," he commented, not able to help himself. He was rewarded with a quick slap on the ass, and he grunted in pain. Worth it.
"It will get much more use if you keep talking like that." Seto didn't see that as much of a reason to stay silent but he kept his mouth shut anyway. Malik looped his leash over the bed frame bar, tying a quick and simple slip knot. He gave a tug to see if it was secure, then watched Seto do the same. Enough room for comfort and wiggle allowance, but he wouldn't be sitting down anytime soon.
That wasn't enough for Malik, however. Standing up on the bed so he could reach, he used a strip of leather with two large lobster claw clasps at the ends to connect the D rings on Seto's wrist cuffs to the O rings at the corner of his bed frame. This left Seto with his arms spread out and held aloft at either side, leaving him completely helpless to whatever Malik wished to do to him. Malik licked his lips at the thought.
Stepping down off the bed, Malik ran his hands over Seto's back and sides, just smoothing his hands over his skin. Seto's breathing was even, and he leaned into Malik's touch. Malik allowed him to do this and continued stroking his flesh, warming him up and letting him have time to get used to the position. He reached around him and ran his hands up and down his chest, pressing his own chest against Seto's back. He tweaked at the other man's nipples, then lightly dragged his nails over his chest. Seto shivered, biting back any noise that threatened to come out.
"Comfy?" Malik asked, genuinely curious. Seto nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Pleased with that answer Malik stepped away, trading his light, sensual touches for raking his nails down Seto's back instead. Seto gasped and flinched away at the surprise and pain, and Malik did it again. Seto flinched but didn't make a sound, so Malik did it to his chest instead, leaving bright red trails in his wake. Seto shivered and groaned in the back of his throat.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you my pet?" Malik kissed his shoulders, pinching Seto's nipples between his middle and index fingers. Seto whined and tugged at his restraints.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" Another, harder pinch that made Seto arch away from him.
"Yes, sir!"
Malik smirked and released his nipples, smoothing his hands down his chest again, feeling the raised scratch marks on his skin. He hadn't drawn blood, but he'd still need to treat those later. He wrapped his arms around Seto and pressed against his back again, loving the way the other man subconsciously leaned into him. He kissed Seto's neck and shoulders, and the other man hummed in delight. "As much as I love it when you call me 'sir', I think I prefer 'Master'."
Seto hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Malik. Master? Well, that was the name Malik had given him to use earlier. For him it was quite a large step up from "sir", and he couldn't wrap his mind around calling another man his master. And yet, he reminded himself that Malik wasn't really his master. It would just be another nickname for them when they scened, part of their little sex play. He supposed he could live with that.
Malik's lips were at his throat again, and his hands were all over Seto's body, finding the most sensitive spots on him with ease and teasing them with his fingers. He shuddered, stomach quivering as Malik smoothed his hand down it. "Yes, Master," he let out weakly, watching Malik's hand dip lower and lower towards his erection.
"Mm, good boy." He kissed Seto's shoulder once more before stepping away, smirking when Seto made a frustrated noise. He really was getting into this, wasn't he? He retrieved a flat suede paddle, gently tapping it against Seto's left asscheek. Seto jumped in surprise, trying to look back over his shoulder at what Malik held. Malik used his free hand to turn him back around. "Don't make me blindfold you." Seto huffed out a breath and Malik considered doling out more punishment for his tone. He'd see how he handled the paddle first, though.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked, smoothing the flat side of the paddle over the inside of Seto's thighs. Seto shivered at the sensation, trying to lean towards it but being stopped by his restraints. Oh, Seto knew, and his body stiffened with anticipation.
"Yes, Master."
Malik grinned, tapping gentle circles along the bottom curve of Seto's ass, then up into the meatier sections, back down to the thicker parts of his thighs. He alternated between light, barely there pats and firmer swats, but nothing too hard yet. He'd give Seto the chance to get warmed up before he got to the actual punishment. Though, judging by how he was shivering now, having to wait was punishment enough.
Taking the paddle away, Malik crouched down, coming face-to-ass with Seto. He ran his free hand over his skin, giving each cheek a squeeze one right after the other. Once more Seto jumped in surprise, and he pulled at his restraints. Malik raised an eyebrow at this, leaning in to kiss his lower back, the tops of his cheeks. Seto hummed, the sound almost desperate. Malik chuckled and bit at the skin, and Seto whined. He was opening up more, which Malik was happy about.
"Why, are you excited for your punishment?" Malik questioned teasingly, sticking his paddle between Seto's legs, grinding the edge of it against his balls. Seto jerked back instinctively, stifling a moan.
"N-no, Master."
"No? Then how do you explain this?" He reached around him and took Seto's cock in his hand, giving it a small squeeze. Seto moaned, hips bucking into the touch, wanting more.
Seto didn't respond, and Malik bit his flesh again. "Answer me, pet."
Seto groaned, not sure what to say. Obviously he was excited for his punishment, that's why he was reacting so dramatically to each little touch. But within the context of the scene, that answer didn't make sense. And besides, he'd already said 'no'. He was still debating on what to say when Malik brought the paddle down on his ass. He let out a yelp and recoiled, struggling with with restraints.
"If you're not going to answer me, I'll just have to double up your punishment."
Seto shuddered anxiously at this, feeling his heartbeat at his temples. Could he handle more? Well, only one way to find out. He stayed silent, biting at the inside of his cheek while he waited for Malik's next move.
Malik was surprised at this response, not aware Seto was a glutton for punishment. No matter, that just made his job more fun. He went back to patting his rear. "Alright, so my little masochist wants more punishment. I can give you that." Seto frowned at the phrasing, certain he wasn't truly a masochist, but he'd bring it up later at the proper time.
Running the tip of the paddle up and down Seto's spine, Malik leaned in close, voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "How many hits do you think you deserve?"
Again Seto was surprised that he was given a choice, but it didn't last long. His last choice had been shot down, and he figured this one would be the same. "As many as you want to give me, Master," he said instead, the words coming easily to him. He knew he'd just needed practice.
This answer pleased Malik, and he kissed Seto's shoulders. "What a good boy you are." The tip of the paddle caressed the small of his back. "I hate to punish you, but you disobeyed me. If I don't punish you, you'll just disobey me again."
Seto couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped him. He was so ready for his punishment, the more the thought about it the less the could think about anything except the paddle on his ass and Malik's lips at his neck. His head was foggy with endorphins and his body aching with lust. He needed stimulation, any stimulation, even pain was fine with him. "Yes, Master... Please."
Malik nodded, stepping back and readying his arm. "If you can take ten, I'll give you a reward." Seto nodded an acknowledgement to show he'd heard and understood, and Malik swung. The paddle was soft suede, so it didn't hurt as much as his leather or plastic ones. Even so, when the flat of the paddle connected with skin Seto let out a yelp, recoiling away. He wasn't used to this, and it hurt more than he thought it would, more than a hand.
Malik waited for a moment to make sure Seto wasn't in too much pain. He didn't seem to be, so Malik gave him another gentle pat to get his attention. "Count for me, pet."
Oh god. Seto could barely even think right now, let alone keep track of numbers. Even so he nodded. It was an order, after all. "One."
Malik slapped him with the paddle again, alternating between cheeks. Again Seto withdrew from the shock of pain. "T-two!" The pain accentuated his desire, making his erection far more prominent.
The flat of the paddle hit him again, the crack of suede against skin sounding throughout the room. "Three!"
Two more swats and he was shaking, pulling at his restraints and panting. Sweat beaded at the edges of his hairline, and his heartbeat throbbed in his ears and his asscheeks. His skin was already bright red where Malik had paddled him, and he knew he wouldn't be sitting for a while. This was more intense than he'd realized, and he didn't even think Malik was going easy on him.
"Halfway there," Malik whispered to him, smoothing a hand over his buttocks in an attempt to soothe the sting, at least a little bit. "Can you handle five more?"
Seto moaned through his teeth. He wasn't sure if he could, but he would at least try. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he gave up halfway through. Besides, he wanted to know what his reward would be, and he always had the safe word if he was over his head. "Yes, Master."
Malik nodded, but he could see that Seto was close to his pain threshold. He almost couldn't believe someone who got off on punishment couldn't even take five swats with a paddle. He probably wasn't as experienced with BDSM as Malik had assumed, and he frowned to himself at the thought. He'd have to ask Seto about it later and adjust his ideas and plans accordingly, maybe work in some training scenes… Resuming his paddling he eased up slightly so they were less painful. Even so Seto grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. "Six!"
Another three and Seto was a quivering, panting mess. His ass hurt, his arms and shoulders hurt, even his knees hurt from having to hold his weight for so long. But god, was it worth it. His cock was so hard that it hurt, each kiss of the paddle against his skin delivering a bolt of pleasure right to his loins, emphasising the arousal that was already present. Somewhere between the fifth and ninth swat he'd even begun dribbling precum, something that was as embarrassing as it was arousing.
"One more," Malik purred into his ear, running his free hand all along Seto's back and rear. "Can you make it?"
Seto didn't even pause to think. "Yes!" He was too horny to remember rules and respect, just shouting his answer instead.
With anyone else, Malik would have punished them for raising their voice. But Seto had been fairly well behaved up to this point, and he was close to his limit, so he let it slide. Perhaps next time, or after some training. Leveling his paddle with the meatiest part of Seto's ass, he swung one last time. The suede cracked against Seto's skin and the man howled, recoiling violently against the pain.
"Ten!" He'd done it. He'd made it to ten. Proved to himself that he could do it, and had earned a reward from his Master as well. Shuddering and panting, he glanced behind him to see what Malik was doing. Malik smiled and dropped the paddle, stepping up to embrace him again.
"Mm, such a good boy," he spoke against Seto's skin, kissing his neck and shoulders and the shell of his ear. "You made it all the way to ten. Your master is impressed. You'll be rewarded nicely."
Seto closed his eyes, a peaceful look to his face. Malik's hands were rubbing along his body again. "Thank you, Master."
Malik continued caressing his body with his fingers and lips for a moment, giving time for Seto to catch his breath. Once his breathing had evened out, he got up on the bed again, releasing the clasps that connected his cuffs to the O rings. Seto's arms dropped, sore from being held up so long, and he groaned as they tingled as the blood flowed back into his fingers. Once both were free and he was able to, he sat on his feet, wincing at the pressure against his butt as he rubbed his shoulders and wrists. Oh yeah, he wasn't sitting for at least the rest of the night. He glanced up at Malik, wondering what his next order would be. But Malik was content to wait and let Seto have a break, sitting down beside him and wrapping his arms around his waist, laying his cheek on his shoulder.
"You've made your master very happy," he hummed, closing his eyes. And he really had; it had been a long while since anyone was willing to submit to him to this extent, and he enjoyed every second of it. And no one he'd Dom'd in recent years had the same emotional connection with him as Seto had, and that just made it all the better.
Seto shared the sentiment, but he didn't voice it. Instead he leaned against Malik, laying his hand over Malik's and squeezing, and that was enough for Malik. "Thank you, Master."
"Hmm…" Malik turned his head and pecked him a quick kiss on the lips. "Are you ready for your reward?"
Did Malik even have to ask? "Yes, Master."
"Then lay down on your back." He released Seto and motioned to the middle of the bed. Seto obeyed, leaning back against large, plush pillows. Malik followed him, attaching the clasps to another, larger O ring strapped to the headboard. Seto opened his mouth to comment on this one, too, but Malik cut him off. "Another smartass comment and I'll spank you again." He grinned to show he was just kidding, then leaned down and kissed him again. It was sweeter than last time, their lips and tongues moving together and sliding over the other's without any teeth threatening to bite or nip. Seto moaned into it, Malik echoing the sound as he cupped Seto's cheeks.
When he pulled back it was reluctantly, hesitantly, lingering on Seto's lips for far longer than originally intended. When he made no move to pull further away, just hovered there and breathed, Seto craned his neck and recaptured his lips in a far more desperate, far hungrier kiss. They were both fairly out of breath at this point, and Malik breathed deep through his nose, smelling faintly the cologne Seto must have put on during the day. Seto's lips were smooth as silk, his mouth warm and tasting slightly of tea, his tongue curious as it once again probed Malik's tongue ring.
Now he pulled back for real, sticking his tongue out so the silver barbell was visible. "Ever kiss someone with a tongue ring before?" he asked playfully.
"No, Master," Seto shook his head. It was quite the experience.
Malik grinned at this, leaning back in to give him a chaste peck. "Then just you wait."
Seto looked up at him, eyes hazy with lust and lips parted and flushed pink. His eyebrows were furrowed in a silent question, not knowing what he was supposed to wait for. Malik only smiled in response, pulling a long strip of thick, black silk from his back pocket. He dangled it above Seto's chest, letting the very ends tickle and dance over his skin. Then he laid it flat and dragged it over his chest, focusing on the nipple areas and making Seto squirm. After a bit more teasing like this he laid the silk over Seto's eyes, moving slowly as he tied it behind his head, giving his pet ample time to protest if he wanted to. He didn't, and Malik tied it tight.
"You've been a very good boy," he murmured, trailing his hands over Seto's neck, across his collarbone, down his chest. "You deserve a special reward."
Seto's only response to this was an anticipatory whine, arching into Malik's touch.
Without another word Malik began crawling down Seto's body, kissing and nipping and sucking at his chest at random intervals, leaving bite marks and bright red patches all along his torso. He rubbed his tongue over Seto's nipples, pressing the ball of his tongue ring against the nubs. Seto groaned, squirming and arching up, silently begging Malik for more. He continued along the length of his body, dipping his tongue into Seto's belly button, biting his prominent hip bones, and licking the section of skin just above his pubic hair. He combed his fingers through the short, neatly trimmed patch of hair, smirking to himself as Seto whimpered.
Taking his hand away, he got up without a word and with as middle noise as possible. Seto noticed his absence and frowned, turning his head even though he couldn't see a thing. Malik tugged his clothes off and let them fall in a pile near Seto's, biting back a hiss as his erection was exposed to the air. Seto wasn't the only one who was painfully hard.
Grabbing a bottle of lubricant and a condom from his bedside drawer he returned to the bed, taking a seat beside Seto's hips. He dragged the serrated edge of the condom wrapper down the middle of his chest and stomach, across his hip bones, down his thighs. Goosebumps erupted on Seto's skin and he shivered pleasantly, the blindfold making him hyper aware of and hypersensitive to each little noise Malik made, each little touch and tickle against his flesh. He had no idea what was coming next, where it was coming from or what it would feel like, and the anticipation alone made him shiver again, tingles going up and down his spine.
Malik smirked down at him, opening the condom and placing it in his mouth. He shifted so he was laying down, getting comfortable before lowering his head and direction Seto's shaft into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to unroll the condom onto him. Seto threw his head back with an unintelligible cry, pulling so tight at his restraints the leather strips squeaked and groaned. He hadn't been expecting that at all, and the sudden assault of simulation startled him.
Taking as much of Seto's cock in his mouth as he could, Malik slowly moved his lips and tongue over him, stroking and massaging the section he couldn't fit in his mouth so the entirety of him was stimulated. He pressed his tongue firmly against him, letting him feel the ball on his tongue ring slide against him, rubbing it against all the sensitive parts of his cock like the helmet and the ridge on the underside.
Seto whined and squirmed, enjoying the sensations of Malik's tongue and lips on his most sensitive bit of flesh. His hands were balled into fists one minute, and the next he was gripping the iron designs on his headboard, needing the support. Malik sucked at the base of him and he groaned, gritting his teeth. "Master…"
Malik pulled back, kissing the tip of his cock sweetly. "Yes, my pet?"
"More, please."
Malik smirked and gently ran his fingernails up the underside of his cock, not hard enough to hurt or scratch. "More, you say?"
"Yes, Master."
Licking his lips, Malik's hand ventured across his hip bones and down the curve where his thighs met the rest of him. "I don't know. I don't think you've been good enough to deserve more."
Seto groaned in frustration. "Please, Master!"
Malik chuckled and flicked Seto's erection with his fingers, making him gasp and twitch. He didn't say anything more, simply readjusted his position so his ass was in the air, lowering his mouth back onto Seto. The other man moaned in appreciation and pleasure, and Malik bobbed his head quickly while his hands fiddled with the bottle of lube. He poured some onto his fingers, reaching behind himself to slick his entrance with the liquid. Pulling in a deep breath of his own, he tried to divide his attention evenly between preparing himself and pleasuring Seto, but every now and then his attention defaulted to one or the other. Especially when he added a second finger to himself, thrusting it in and out and stretching himself. He groaned around Seto's cock, the vibrations from the sound making the other moan.
Once he felt that he was ready he pulled back, not missing the quiet, half-stifled whine of protest Seto gave him. Malik smirked and straddled Seto's lap, dousing Seto's lap with a good amount of lube as well. "You've made your master very happy, and very horny," he purred, running his hands down Seto's chest again. "I'm going to use your body to please me. Are you ready?"
Seto had to bite back a shout of impatience. Under different circumstances he might have been tempted to grab Malik, switch roles, and fuck the little minx into the mattress. As it was he was tied, helpless, at Malik's -at his Master's mercy. "Yes, Master! Please, use me!"
Malik smirked, grabbing Seto in his hand and directing him to his entrance. He pushed his cock in as he moved his hips down, and Seto easily slipped inside. They both moaned, Seto's much more guttural and desperate than Malik's. Sliding down the length of him it wasn't long before Seto was deep inside him, and he had to take a moment to get used to the sensation of being penetrated again. It didn't hurt, but Seto was thick so there was a bit of discomfort.
"Oh, you feel so good," Malik purred out, planting his hands on Seto's chest and leaning his weight on them, using that as leverage to roll his hips.
Seto groaned through gritted teeth, trying to resist the urge to buck his hips up. "Y-you do too, Master."
Malik smiled at the compliment, slowly raising himself up, then quickly slamming himself back down. Seto gasped and Malik groaned. He did it again, and again, slowly building up a quick and steady rhythm. His head fell back with a moan, his fingernails digging into Seto's skin. Hearing Seto making his own pleased noises he smirked, happy they were both enjoying this.
He continued to ride his pet, building up a rhythm until he could do it without even thinking. Pull up, slam down, again and again until he could feel tingles and prickles going up his spine. Biting his lip, he took himself in his hand, squeezing and stroking himself in time with his thrusts.
"Tell your master how much he gets you off," he demanded suddenly, voice raspy with pleasure. Seto gave him a noise in reply, his mouth open wide as he moaned and panted.
"S-so much," he answered after finding his voice. "I can't think of anything else. Master is so skilled, and -ahh!" His sentence was cut off when Malik gave his cock a squeeze with his internal muscles, and he threw his head back. "Master, ahh, please make me cum!"
If Malik hadn't had so much self control, that sentence would have made him up himself. As it was, he was fairly close, and he could tell by Seto's shivering and twitching and gasping that he was nearing orgasm as well. He closed his eyes, moving his hips faster, slamming himself down harder. "You- mm, you can cum, pet."
"Thank you, Master!"
It took another minute or so until Seto actually came, but when he did his body arched off the bed, head thrown back with his strangled cry of bliss. Malik grit his teeth, forcing himself to stop his movements -continuing to ride Seto would just be painful after all that. He sat on his lap and stroked himself to completion, squeezing his eyes shut and growling low in his throat, his cum dribbling over his hand and onto Seto's lower stomach. Making a soft, satisfied noise he pulled off of Seto before ungracefully dropping on top of him. He felt boneless, all his muscles were jelly, and it was such a good feeling. He didn't even have enough energy to reach up and undo Seto's restraints. Seto was too busy coming down from his post orgasm high to notice or care.
"Wow," he muttered, out of breath. It was the only thing he could think to say. This entire scene had been overwhelmingly arousing in all the best ways, and he could hardly register that it was over. The entire world seemed to melt away, leaving just him, Malik, and the endorphins still coursing through his bloodstream.
Malik giggled softly at his statement. It was such a cliche thing to say, and yet, it perfectly summed up how he felt about the scene as well. He licked Seto's throat, then kissed him there. He trailed kisses up to Seto's chin, then sat up and kissed his lips.
"Agreed. Wow."
*Safe word: A code word that a bottom/sub uses to completely halt any and all BDSM activity (though not limited to just BDSM, I personally support the use of safe words in any sexual situation). Especially useful when said activities involve any kind of binding or consensual force. If a sub says the safe word during a scene, the Dom must respect that and the scene is to end immediately. Not if's, and's, or but's.
D ring/O ring/Lobster claw clasps: I figured I'd mention them since not everyone knows what they look like. Better to just google image these. SFW, I promise! Some of the other things like cuffs and paddles are fairly self-explanatory.
"Pet" is a very common nickname that Doms give their subs during and outside of scenes. I was gonna go with "slave" at first, but their relationship isn't really a Master/slave dynamic, despite Malik using 'Master' during scenes. So I settled on pet.
Also, their safe word means "gold" in Arabic. Thank Amira for that one ;D