The last part, finally, still unbeta'd and still one of my first tries to translate a smut scene into English. Hope it's readable enough, but please, let me know if it isn't.
He circles him, tempted by the idea of lightning another cigar, but he needs both his hands free and he can always have a smoke after he fucks him. When he stops behind his back, he can see Ozy's tensing, his whole body stiff, ready to react like he's expecting an attack. Eddie doesn't want to disappoint his instinct, so a moment later he's on him, grabbing his wrists again.
He uses Adrian's own tie to trap his hands behind his back, tight enough to leave a mark, before slamming his face forward against the desk.
"Is that what you wanted, pansy-boy?" he murmurs against his ear, while keeping his head still so that he doesn't risk to be headbutted.
He's slowly feeling the first sparkles of arousal and there's nothing better than the brat in a defenseless, furious condition to make him hard again.
"Not on my desk, where there's my work." Adrian hisses.
Without letting him go, Eddie grabs one of his buttocks, hard.
A bitch until the end, but he knows how to make him yield.
"Would you rather being fucked against the glass wall? So that everyone could see the great Adrian Veidt taking it up his ass?"
Before the brat can reply, he lets his buttock go to brush his fingers against Ozy's erection, and he feels him shivering.
"No," Adrian finally says, even if, given his expression, it's clear he would have gladly given him a more offensive and exhaustive answer.
Eddie goes immediately to grab his balls, more as a threat than a stimulation.
"'No' what?"
Adrian closes his lips in a tight line and for a moment Eddie wonders if he would have risked a punch had he not tied him up.
"No, Master."
"Then don't complain."
He releases his hair and runs his hand on the blonde's back and tied arms in a sort of rough caress, savoring the feeling of having Ozymandias in his power, so vulnerable and defenseless. He's half hard again, so he doesn't wait for long before lowering his pants and boxers.
Still bent on the desks, Adrian is breathing faster than usual, his body taut and tense, but still unmoving, with his ass exposed, and Eddie has to fight the sudden urge to mark him, to brand him with one of his cigar, a red circle as the brat's only scar that ruins the perfection of an otherwise flawless skin.
However, he knows that doing this would end their arrangement and he's not ready to renounce to his toy, yet, even considering how tempting the idea of marking Ozy would be.
He returns upon him, smiling when he sees him tensing even more. Then, he presses two fingers against his lips.
"Suck them. You know it's for your own good."
Once he had fucked him without any preparations, trapping him on the couch and thrusting into his tight ass with the desire of hurting him and owning him at the same time. The way Adrian screamed that time is still a treasured memory of his, that makes him hard even after entire weeks has passed.
It's not today the day he wants to risk going too far, though.
As soon as the brat obeys, he thrusts his fingers deeply inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, allowing Adrian to make them wet, before pulling his hand back and reaching for his ass.
He doesn't waste time and immediately thrust one fingers into his hole, eager for the moment when he'll be able to bury his cock in that pleasant heat. Even after all the times he has been fucked – and not only by him, Eddie knows it too well that Ozy stopped being a virgin years before they met – Adrian is still damn tight.
He soon adds a second finger, then a third, looking for the spot that has always made Ozy squirm, because he wants to hear him moan, but even as powerless as he is, the brat fights him at every breath, keeping his lips sealed and not making a sound, despite his body shivering slightly in arousal and need and him already pressing back against his hand in the sign that he wants more.
He's lucky that, after all, Eddie has never been the patient kind of guy.
Without a warning, he replaces his fingers with his cock, thrusting all the way in, and finally he can hears the brat moaning. He doesn't give him the time to get used to the intrusion, instead he begins moving immediately, caring only about his own pleasure, while one hand is on Adrian's head, to keep him still against the desk, and the other is exploring his body, leaving red stripes where he uses his nails.
He has always liked rough sex and it seems that Ozy likes it too, since he soon feels him follow his rhythm, meeting his body at every thrust.
Eddie doesn't need to grab his erection to know that it has to be so hard it hurts, by now.
He lowers his face to bite his neck, before brushing against his ear with his lips.
"Beg me to make you come."
The brat can't suppress a pant, but then his expression hardens.
"No."
Eddie grab one of his buttock and squeezes it almost to the point of breaking the skin with his nails.
"Beg me, Ozy, or I'll leave you like this until tomorrow."
He makes a violent thrust and he manages to force a moan out of him that is like a small victory. Then, he slows down, fucking him with long, gentle thrusts, careful not to touch his erection, or to stimulate his prostate.
Under him, Adrian squirms and tries to angle himself better, so that his cock can bring him to orgasm, but Eddie will have none of that. He grabs his hips, forcing him to remain still.
"Beg me", he growls, brushing Ozy's erection with the tip of his finger. It's leaking and it is so hard that the brat would probably come if only he gave it one stroke. "You know you won't come until you do."
The furious glance Adrian shoots him from beneath is almost enough for Eddie to reach his climax.
It's not a battle that he always wins, since the brat is stubborn and has a self control that could rival a fucking ascetic. However, this day Ozymandias is going to lose, Eddie realizes it as soon as he feels Adrian relaxing under himself, submitting to him.
"Please, let me come, Master."
Eddie hides the shiver that his words give to him by biting his neck.
"Next time I want you to say 'I'm begging you'," he warns the brat, but then he can't hold in anymore and begins fucking him like he wanted to break him, moaning at every thrust.
Adrian is panting, still hot and tight and perfect, and today Eddie feels generous enough to grant him what he wants. He grabs his erection, tightening his grip to the point of discomfort, and then he gives a couple of strokes and it's enough, Ozy tenses under his body and comes with a strangled moan, trembling, not even breathing anymore.
A few moments later, Adrian closes his eyes and remains motionless and panting against the desk, like a switch had been turned off and he lost all of his energy and his will to fight.
Eddie follows him soon after, basking in the sight of a defeated Ozymandias, and when he comes he bites his neck hard enough to leave the mark of his teeth on his skin.
He then needs a couple of minute to pull out and take a step back without stumbling. Still panting, he cleans his cock with the first cloth he can find and redresses himself like nothing had happened. Only when he's in control again, does he go to Adrian and frees his wrists with an expert movement of his knife, smiling when an irritated shadow crosses Ozy's face at the sound of his precious tie being cut in half.
It takes a couple of seconds for Adrian to get up and find his balance again.
When Eddie forces the brat to turn around so that he can see his face, he couldn't have a better sight: Ozy's expression is calm, almost defenseless, and it clashes with his usual cold self as much as his messy hair, his red cheeks and the half-opened lips that still allows the too fast breath to pass through.
But then, the moment ends, the defenselessness disappears inside Ozymandias' mask and the cracks on his omnipresent self-control fade away in the blink of an eye. When Adrian massages his sore wrists, he's composed and perfectly in control of the situation again, and Eddie feels the urge to assault him, to punish him for not bearing the signs of the humiliation he has just suffered, for not having any traces of being Eddie's whore.
On his pale, perfect skin, the marks of Eddie's teeth and nails stand out like open wounds, but Adrian's expression is one of utter detachment and impassibility.
He watches while Ozy cleans himself with a handkerchief taken from a drawer – like the brat knew that Eddie would come, like he has waited for him, like he has wanted him – and then redresses himself without even a glimpse of shame.
To suppress the bad mood, he lights up a new cigar. He hasn't been able to get under the brat's skin, not yet, but he'll try until he'll be successful. And in the meanwhile, he's going to have some good fucks, so he shouldn't complain too much.
"I believe you know the way out."
"That's it, Ozy? After only one taste of my cock you can't take it any more?"
It's not that Eddie would be able to get it up for a third time, that night, but he couldn't avoid provoking him.
The emotionless glance that the brat sends to him makes his fingers tingle.
"Goodnight, Blake."
For one vivid moment, he really has the impulse to pull out his gun and shoot him, drawing a bloody hole in the golden hair Adrian has already tidy up.
He snorts, overstepping him with a hard push of his shoulder.
"See you next time, pansy-boy."
And next time he'll make Ozy atone for this indifference of his too.
He leaves the silent tower and exits into the night where he belongs, tired and satisfied, but he can't avoid the annoying impression that, this night, the joke is on him.