As cute as Arthur was, and as comfortable as cuddling like this was turning out to be, Alfred decided to give his pet only a couple more minutes of relaxing. It wouldn't be much of a punishment if he let the punk regain his strength after every little thing, and if he was going to do anything tonight, he was going to punish Arthur. That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? To show the green-eyed blond who was boss.

But for those few moments he had left, he let one hand trail idly down the Brit's back, and he traced the ripskin with gentle fingers. Arthur was completely relaxed against him, his breathing slow and even, betraying the fact that he was dozing. Heh, he was kind of adorable, for an annoying, arrogant, infuriating little fuck of a tease, anyway.

Alfred let out a content hum and began stroking Arthur's hair, once again marveling at the silky texture. Seriously, how did he get his hair this soft? Angel tears and pixie dust? Didn't matter, he supposed. His hair was soft enough. Not as soft as Arthur's, but soft regardless and he was fine with it. Besides, how very not cool would it be if he asked the punk lying on him what sort of shampoo he used? Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

Had it been those couple of minutes yet? Probably. But he was so comfortable and Arthur was a fantastic blanket and he really didn't feel like moving.

You're his Master. Punish the little asshole.

Yeah, yeah, he would. In a minute. He just wanted to enjoy this for a little bit longer. It wasn't like he was the only one who wanted to stay like this, anyway. Arthur had never been much of a cuddler but all these tanned muscles were surprisingly comfortable to nestle into, and Alfred gave off an incredible amount of body heat. Maybe it was just because the athlete's pulse was raised, but still, even practically naked the way he was, Arthur wasn't cold.

He could have stayed like this for hours. All night, even. But Alfred was starting to play with the chain attached to his collar, which meant he was about to be dislodged from the larger teen's body.

"Arthur." The hand that had been so nicely petting his hair stilled on the back of his head.

"Mm?" he hummed, almost but not quiet opening one eye to look up at his Master.

Instead of replying, Alfred merely set his hands on the punk's shoulders and, as quickly and smoothly as he could, rolled them so that Arthur was on his back and Alfred was hovering over him. The look on the bespectacled teen's face made Arthur's heart stutter then take off in a thundering sprint. Those blue eyes were darkened by lust and hunger and triumph and he was smirking so widely that a peek of white teeth showed. It was his canine, and it looked like Alfred was about to bite him, devour him. Just the sight made Arthur nervous and excited and—

The smaller male lifted his chin to meet the downward movement of Alfred's head, their mouths coming together in a heated kiss. Only when he tried to wrap his arms around the other teen's neck did he realize Alfred was holding his wrists down, and he let out a protesting whine as he struggled. It was a useless thing to do considering how much bigger the other blond was, but he still tried, and his efforts earned a chuckle from his Master.

"You did a good job sucking me off, Arthur," Alfred whispered, drawing away far enough that their eyes could meet but staying so close that his lips brushed against Arthur's lip rings as he talked, "but that doesn't mean I'm not going to punish you."

Another whine sounded in Arthur's throat but he didn't argue or fight the blue-eyed male's hold. This was what he'd been waiting for all evening and he still wasn't quite over how quickly Alfred was adjusting to his role of Master. God he was bloody sexy when he was being dominant.

Slowly, the Brit licked his lower lip—and Alfred's in the process—then nodded obediently. "Yes, Master,"

"Good boy." Alfred smiled and sat up, lifting Arthur's wrists as he did, and casually looped the loose end of the handcuffs around one of the bars of the headboard. Convenient that the punk had this style of bed, but Alfred would have been willing to bet money that the golden blond did that on purpose.

The cuff was soon occupied by Arthur's other wrist, and then the punk was helpless to escape as Alfred's gaze trailed down his body. With his arms up over his head like that, it made the green-eyed teen's body look even slimmer than normal. And damn, how did anyone stay this pale? Didn't Arthur ever go outside? Even his nipples were the lightest shade of pink Alfred had ever…

Blue eyes widened for a split second before a grin took over the athlete's features. "You didn't tell me about this, Artemis." With one finger, Alfred gently teased the silver ring pierced through the punk's left nipple. It was small, so he wasn't surprised that he hadn't noticed it before, but with Arthur laid out like this for him to touch and taste and examine, it was hard to miss.

When the smaller teen remained silent, Alfred lifted his gaze to Arthur's face and smirked at the embarrassed pink tinge in the musician's cheeks. "What is it, my pet? Were you trying to keep secrets from your Master?"

Arthur shook his head fervently, teeth digging into the inside of his lower lip. Hooooly shit Alfred was starting to roll the ring around and hnnnng fuck! Nipples were a sensitive bit of anatomy anyway but piercings only made them that much easier to tease and the little spikes of pleasure Alfred was sending through his body made Arthur want to whimper. Did the athlete even realize what he was doing? Did he understand how sensitive piercings could be? Obviously not.

Even though Arthur didn't make a sound, he couldn't help his body's reactions. He felt warm and tingly and having nothing touched but that one spot was going to drive him mad. In moments, his breathing was uneven and he knew he was flushing redder by the second, knew he wasn't keeping his expression smooth anymore.

"You're trembling, Arthur. Does it really feel that good?" Alfred traced a lazy circle around his prisoner's nipple, watching the shiver that ran through Arthur's body. Damn that was sexy. "Don't keep it to yourself if I'm making you feel good. You know I like to hear that pretty voice of yours."

"It f-feels good." Arthur was breathless in an obviously needy way that made Alfred grin.

"Good." Taking his hand away, the athlete leaned over his pet again and held his mouth just above the pierced nub. He let out a slow, hot breath that had Arthur arching away from the mattress and whimpering so softly that Alfred almost didn't hear it. But he did, and it was all the encouragement he needed to slip his tongue out and ever so gently brush it against the ring and connected flesh.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Arthur shifted against the blankets and fisted his hands over his head. Fucking git. He hated being teased so much and yet here he was, teasing as if he'd been born to do it! The insufferable wanker.

"Hnn…" He couldn't help the sound that left him when Alfred's mouth latched onto his chest. It was all heat and wetness and ooohhhhh hell he was sucking on it! "Sh-shit…Alfred…hah…"

Teeth caught the sensitive flesh, making Arthur's breath stop in his throat. Slowly, Alfred lifted his head so that his teeth dragged and snagged on the ring to make Arthur gasp. Only when the metal slipped from his mouth did he look up at Arthur's flushed face. He was panting lightly and his eyes were closed—it was a sexy expression, but Alfred put that thought aside. There was something more important for him to address.

"Arthur." His tone was firm and decidedly displeased.

Slowly, the Brit stilled, and he seemed to realize that he was in trouble because he tried to sink into the pillows as if that would hide him. When he opened his eyes, he kept them lowered in submission. "Yes?" he answered softly, timid.

"What did you call me?"

Shit. Fuck. He was such an arse. How could he make such a stupid mistake?

"Alfred." He was even quieter now, mentally berating himself as Alfred looked down at him with surprisingly cold eyes.

"Yeah." The athlete reached out and firmly gripped Arthur's chin, forcing the green-eyed blond to meet his gaze. "But what are you supposed to call me?"

His heart was in his throat and Arthur had never been so nervous in his life. The plan had already been to punish him, but now he wasn't sure what Alfred was going to do to him. "Master…"

"Exactly. So, what should we do about this, Arthur?"

Arthur wanted to look away from those eyes but he couldn't bring himself to break the eye contact. What if it just made Alfred mad? He didn't think he'd survive any worse punishment than he'd already been expecting. "I…I don't know…"

"No?" There was patronizing curiosity in the larger male's tone, and Arthur shook his head as much as he could with Alfred still holding his chin. Alfred sighed then, and used his thumb to caress the rings in his pet's lip. "Well, I do."

The way Alfred was looking at him made Arthur want to curl up and protect his sensitive bits. This was not going to be good. It was probably going to be fantastic and sexy as hell and leave him twitching, but it was not going to be good.

Suspicious and hesitant and nervous, he watched the athlete stand and fix his jeans so they were hanging loose around his hips again—damn it, why didn't he just take the bloody things off?—then move to stand in front of the desk. It was silent in the bedroom as Arthur watched Alfred look at the toys he'd set out so neatly. Which ones would the bespectacled teen choose? How would he make the punishment worse? Just the anticipation was killing him. Somehow, Arthur was handcuffed to his bed and horny as all hell and, for some reason, no one was fucking him! If he hadn't known better, he'd have started begging Alfred to hurry up, he'd have keened and whined and simpered about how needy he was, but he had a feeling that wouldn't get him anywhere. This was a punishment. If he begged now, it would only convince Alfred to take his sweet time, and that was not at all what Arthur wanted. So he waited, and tried to guess which toys the athlete was looking at even though he couldn't see all that much from here. He could hear things being moved, could see Alfred picking things up and looking at them but couldn't tell what was being looked at.

Hurry the fuck up.

God, his dick was starting to hurt. He'd been hard far too long to be left like this. And hadn't he earned a little indulgence? Hadn't he been so nice and sweet about sucking Alfred's cock like a good pet should? So why, on top of everything else that was going to happen to him tonight, was he being made to wait for a bloody eternity while Alfred apparently read the entire user's manual for every toy on the desk?!

The sense of frustration in the room was mounting and Alfred was glad his back was to the other teen. At least this way, Arthur couldn't see that he was smirking. Before he'd even gotten off the bed, he'd known which toys he wanted in order to punish Arthur for calling him by name instead of referring to him as Master. This waiting was just to torment the pierced teen, to make him learn some patience, to know what it was like to have the thing he wanted so badly to be so close and yet not be able to do anything about it. He was going to know, in some small way, how awful it had been for Alfred all those months of teasing.

So he waited another thirty seconds or so before picking up a silky piece of black fabric and turning back towards the bed. Arthur was looking at him, brow furrowed in obvious impatience. The flush had left his face and his breathing had returned to normal, though Alfred knew it wasn't going to stay that way for long. Not with what he had planned for that perfect pierced body.

But his expression was cold and controlled as he crossed the few feet between the desk and the bed, and he leaned over Arthur to meet the Brit's gaze.

"Are you ready to being, Artemis?" He could tell from the way those green eyes almost glared back at him that Arthur wanted to say no, but there was no way the punk would actually refuse. Not with the tent he was pitching in that thong of his. One of his eyebrows lifted in an expectant way. "Well?"

Holding back an annoyed huff, Arthur lowered his gaze and nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Good boy." Gently but firmly, Alfred tied the fabric he'd chosen around Arthur's head, covering his eyes so that the punk wouldn't be able to see. "Can't have you knowing what's coming, can we?" he teased, moving onto the bed again and positioning himself over his pet.

"…no, Master…"

"Hm." Alfred smiled and began dropping kisses on the pale skin of Arthur's throat. They were soft, for now, little more than his lips brushing against flesh, but they were enough to make the smaller teen shift on the bed and tilt his head to expose more of that beautiful neck. His pet was so well-behaved. Still, it was only another few seconds before he shifted up and bit the spot at the corner of the Brit's jaw, catching the pale skin between his teeth and sucking on it to make sure it would leave a dark bruise.

The bite made Arthur gasp softly and he arched off the bed, fingers curled into loose fists. Not being able to see anything was all very exciting, but he hadn't quite made up his mind about it just yet. Usually, his partners were blindfolded, not him. This was…exhilarating, to have to rely on his other senses to even begin to guess at what his Master might do next. His only clues were the heat of Alfred's body so close to his own but not quite touching, the way the mattress dipped where the larger teen's knees and hands were braced, and that mouth on his neck, the heat of Alfred's breath and tongue focused on that one spot. It was going to leave a fantastic hickey.

"Master," he sighed, letting his mouth hang open as his breathing began to quicken.

Alfred didn't reply, merely licked the mark he'd made then moved down to kiss along Arthur's collarbone. It was after he'd gone back and forth along the smooth curve of it a few times that he decided he wanted to place his next mark at the hollow of the green-eyed blond's throat. While his mouth was busy with that, he stroked a hand down Arthur's front until he encountered the soft fabric of his thong. Arthur's hips lifted eagerly, making the American smirk, and he gently cupped the smaller teen's groin. That was all he did, though, and Arthur made a frustrated sound as he pushed his hips up in search of pressure or friction.

What the hell was he doing?! The blindfold and the hickeys were enough to get him all hot and bothered but now with the hand? Just sitting there! Maddeningly! The only reason Arthur hadn't snapped at the larger blond to get a fucking move on was because he was biting his lip so hard just to keep his sounds back. This was obviously part of his punishment and just because he was a pet didn't mean he was going to make it easy. So he held back the voice he knew Alfred wanted to hear, and he did his best not to tremble, but the jock had moved down to lick and suck at his ringless nipple and he was having trouble not arching. It was so much heat to have in one spot, and Alfred's hand was warm even though it still hadn't moved. But…mmm…if he rolled his hips just right, he could get a little bit of friction.

The sound of Alfred's breathy chuckle reached his ears and he paused to listen, but the bespectacled teen didn't say anything, so he set his jaw and lifted his hips to continue his semi-pathetic humping of his Master's motionless hand. He could feel breath against the skin of his stomach and knew that Alfred was hovering there, just waiting, though he had no idea what for. Slowly, his hips stilled and he let go of his lip. His curiosity was getting the better of him.

"Master? What're you—ah!" A sharp pain laced with pleasure shot through him when teeth dug into his abdomen, just below his rib cage, and he arched before he could stop himself. "Master!" He could feel Alfred sucking on the spot and realized too late that he'd been played. Alfred had purposefully waited for him to drop his guard.

Bastard.

Nnng but he couldn't keep quiet now that he'd let out one sound. Not that he was very loud. This wasn't enough to get much out of him, just little gasps and breathy moans. Still, though, Alfred's hand was on him, just resting against his trapped erection as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

Another hickey was created on the sharp edge of his hip bone and he shifted against the mattress, twisting slightly in what could only have looked like encouragement. It sort of was, but it was an instinctive reaction more than anything. Arthur was still too determined to be stubborn to deliberately get Alfred to continue. That was a simple matter of pride—he'd have been pissed if the American decided to stop.

The git probably looked so sexy right now. His hair was mussed from before, and Arthur wished he could look down and see those blue eyes looking back at him as Alfred licked and sucked at his hip. God, he wanted to see that. But all he had was the blackness of the blindfold, and that was frustrating enough that when Alfred finished the hickey and licked it, Arthur lifted his hips as a soft whine left his throat.

Alfred chuckled. "Impatient?"

With a small nod, Arthur shifted against the mattress again and spread his legs a little. "Please, Master," he whispered, "I want you."

The hand on his groin gave a nearly imperceptible squeeze and Arthur stiffened with a quiet moan.

"I know."

Then the hand was gone, and the mattress dipped as Alfred moved backwards until he was comfortable settled between the punk's legs, spread open for him in welcome. Arthur's thighs were beautifully pale, and he wasted no time in worshipping them. He caressed, let his fingers trail over them and squeezed at the more sensitive flesh on the insides, and kissed until Arthur was trembling. But the Brit hadn't made a sound, so Alfred lifted one of his legs and gently bit Arthur's inner thigh—a whimper was his reward. He sucked lightly to leave just a small mark high up near the green-eyed musician's groin. A small mark, but a definite claim on his pet's body.

Mine.

After licking the spot, he lowered Arthur's leg again and focused on the one part of his soon-to-be-lover's body that he hadn't seen yet. He wanted to see, and taste and touch and tease, but he wasn't ready to remove that thong yet. Not just yet. Not when he could still drive Arthur mad with it on.

Glancing up, the athlete was pleased to find that Arthur's face was a dark shade of red, and his chest was moving rapidly as he breathed. The hickeys he'd left on his journey southward stood out so well against the punk's paleness that Alfred couldn't help but smirk. This might be a one-time thing, but Arthur wasn't going to forget about him in a hurry. Those hickeys would last for days.

More than a little satisfied with his work so far, Alfred turned his attention to Arthur's groin again and slowly ran a hand up each smooth thigh. Arthur shivered at his touch, an encouraging reaction, and it was all Alfred needed to duck down and begin the first real stage of this punishment.