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"Have you ever been edged before, Mr. Caleb?”
When Molly first asks him that, the answer is ‘no’. He’s witnessed it happening to others- a number of times to Molly, himself- but it isn’t something he himself has experience with. He knows on a certain level that it's dirty talk, just something Molly says to tease and tantalize, preying upon Caleb’s incredibly vivid imagination, that perhaps Molly doesn’t mean it as a legitimate suggestion.
But-
Ever since, he’s had difficulty putting it out of his mind. The teasing Molly did he definitely enjoyed, and has enjoyed since when they’ve indulged again, building a little each time in terms of intensity of both the teasing itself and the bondage Molly is introducing him to. He’s enjoyed almost everything so far- while the metal restraints were impressive, they weren’t terribly comfortable- and while he can’t know for certain until he tries, he has a feeling he’ll enjoy this as well, given the chance.
Before he ever brings it up to Molly, he decides to see if he can do it himself, just so he has an idea what it will be like, to see if it’s even worth bringing up at all. He waits until Molly’s at a pre-production meeting before stripping down and settling onto their bed, wiggling until he’s nestled comfortably on the pillows. He’s had the forethought to bring a bottle of lube with him this time, since his goal isn’t primarily to tease, but to bring himself to the edge then stop, and this way he can start a little faster.
Squirting some of the lube into his hand, he gets a grip on himself, sucking in a breath. Knowing he intended to do this once Molly was out of the apartment has had him in a constant state of arousal all morning, and it doesn’t take him long at all to get hard. It feels good, which he expects it to- it usually does- and closing his eyes and imagining it’s Molly doesn’t hurt anything. Letting his hand speed up, he can feel his orgasm building, heat gathering in his gut, and after waiting another moment he makes himself stop. He doesn't bother trying to keep still, lets his hips buck up into nothing as he grips at the sheets to keep from reaching for his cock again.
A minute passes, then another, and while he’s definitely still hard- is definitely still aroused- the immediate threat of orgasm has passed, and he once again takes his cock in hand, hissing at how his sensitivity's increased. After adding more lube, he starts stroking himself again.
He manages to go two more times before he loses his battle of will with himself; he makes the mistake of thinking of Molly doing this, of Molly making him wait, Molly bringing him up to the very brink of release and then stopping, and by the time Caleb realizes he should stop it’s too late.
The resulting orgasm is incredibly intense, a deep groan ripping out of him as he bucks and arches up into his hand, and after, as he lays there, he thinks that yes, this is absolutely something he needs to talk to Molly about.
The thing is, he’s not entirely certain how to bring it up.
Caleb can admit that when he'd first started working for Sapphire Studios he was much more buttoned-up than he is now, that he’s relaxed considerably, become comfortable with a lot of things. It still feels awkward sometimes to ask for things, though, even when it’s something he’s sure Molly will be only too happy to do. It’s because of this that it takes him another week and a half to build up the nerve to mention it.
It’s the last day of their workweek, heading into a long holiday weekend, and they’re having a quiet evening in, Caleb grabbing Marquesian take-out on his way home so they don’t have to cook. They’re relaxing on the couch, picking at the last of the food; Molly’s laying draped most of the way across the sofa, legs up over Caleb’s lap while Caleb uses Molly’s shins as an impromptu table, and-
It’s nice. It’s nice, and relaxing, and peaceful, which is probably why it slips out.
“Molly-”
“Hmm?” Molly looks up from his phone, eyebrow raised in question, and Caleb knows it’s not a big deal, but he finds his words drying up on him with nerves. When he fails to say anything, Molly sets his phone aside and has Caleb lift his plate so Molly can sit up the rest of the way, moving to settle closer to Caleb.
“Is everything alright?”
“Ja, everything is fine, I just-” He looks over at Molly, who’s watching him with concern, now, a furrow between his brows, and Caleb huffs a laugh, setting his plate on the coffee table before scrubbing his hands over his face. “I am being silly. I wanted to ask you something, and then I got nervous, even though I know you will likely be okay with it, and- no, Mollymauk, nothing is wrong, I am sorry for worrying you.”
Leaning in, Molly kisses Caleb on the cheek, then again at the corner of his mouth.
“No need to apologize, love.” Sitting back, Molly scoots himself over so he’s snuggled up against Caleb’s side. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and ask me your question.”
Coughing, Caleb feels his face heat, and takes a sip of his drink to wet his suddenly-dry throat.
“So, you asked me once whether I had been edged before. I know you were, eh, doing dirty talk, and perhaps weren’t serious, but I have been thinking about it-”
“Oh have you?” Molly purrs, snuggling even closer. “And what precisely have you thought of it, Mr. Caleb?”
It’s very difficult to think clearly with Molly pressed up against him this way.
“It- I- I have thought that I would like to try that. With you.”
Molly hums in delight and in one smooth motion straddles Caleb’s legs so he’s facing him, hands resting lightly on Caleb’s chest. This in no way makes it any easier for Caleb to think clearly.
“Well, if I’m being honest, I’ve thought about it a bit as well, dear. You already make the sweetest sounds when I’m teasing you, I can only imagine how delicious you would sound begging to be allowed to come.”
“Götter oben-” His face flashes hot, both in embarrassment and because even if it’s something he’s thought about, too, hearing Molly say it in his deep lilting purr of a voice does things for him. His hips twitch unbidden and he bites back a whimper when Molly’s weight on his lap keeps him pinned.
“Yeah, I think this is something I can definitely get on-board with. Was there any specific sort of scenario you had in mind?” Molly leans forward, catching a lock of Caleb’s hair and twirling it around a finger. “Or were you going to leave the details up to me?”
Caleb lets his hands come to rest on Molly’s waist, if only to have something to do with them.
“Uh, you- if you would decide? If it is not too much trouble-”
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, love. You know I enjoy being creative.”
Caleb’s mouth goes dry again. He certainly does know about Molly’s variety of creativity.
Smiling brilliantly at him, Molly takes Caleb’s face in his hands and draws him into a searing kiss.
“I’m going to want to think about how I want to do this. I have some thoughts, but we can maybe do something with it tomorrow?”
“That- that soon?” Caleb’s eyes go wide. For some reason, he’d thought it would take longer, that Molly would need more time to decide.
“Yes, that soon.” Darting forward for another kiss, Molly doesn’t quite pull away this time, tilting his head up enough to kiss the tip of Caleb’s nose. “I don’t know if you’re aware, Caleb, but I spend a fair amount of a time each day thinking of how to utterly ruin you in new and exciting ways. You’re dreadfully attractive, and few times more so than when I have you writhing and begging for mercy. Trust me when I say this will be my absolute pleasure to accommodate.”
Caleb spends a speechless moment just staring up at Molly before letting his head fall back against the couch with a groan.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
Snorting a laugh, Molly drapes himself against Caleb’s front, nuzzling at the hollow of his throat. “Yeah, but you love me.”
“Ja, I do.”
It isn’t that he forgets about it the next day, because he doesn’t.
It’s buzzing around his head while they make coffee and have breakfast, while Molly grabs their laundry and heads to the building’s basement to get it started. He thinks about it while he washes the dishes, while he does his weekly deep clean of the bathroom, the vacuuming, and while making lunch for when Molly returns with their finished and folded laundry.
He can only blame the fact that his book is quite good for not noticing what Molly’s up to after lunch.
“Caleb.”
“Ja?” He sticks his finger between the pages and looks up to find Molly in front of him, tail low and flicking side-to-side.
“Are you busy?”
“I mean, I am reading-”
One of Molly’s impeccably maintained eyebrows rises slightly.
“Allow me to rephrase, love.” Molly’s voice drops to a low rumbling purr when he asks again, “Are you busy?”
“...oh.” He sets his book down. “No, I am not busy, Mollymauk.”
A smile curls along Molly’s lips, sending an answering twist of excited anticipation through Caleb’s stomach.
“In that case, follow me.”
Molly leads him to the bedroom, and Caleb pauses in the doorway, confused to see one of the chairs from their dining set sitting in the open space to the side of the bed.
“Here’s my plan,” Molly says, taking Caleb by the wrist, and pulling him further into the room. “You’re going to strip and sit on the chair. I’m going to tie you to it, and then we’re going to play a game.” Molly steps closer, pulling Caleb into a kiss. When they separate, Molly doesn’t go far, his next words buzzing against Caleb’s lips. “Would you like to know what the game is?”
Caleb nods enthusiastically.
“Please, Mollymauk.”
“I’m going to edge you; I want to know how long you can keep from begging to be allowed to finish. I don’t want to press you too much to start, so it will largely be up to you how long you suffer for. However long it takes you to start begging, that’s how much longer you'll have to wait to be allowed to come. Does that seem fair?”
“That-” Caleb swallows, licking his lips. “Ja, that sounds fair.”
“Alright then.” Molly darts in for one more kiss then steps back, swatting Caleb on the ass. “Get to it, then.”
In a few moments Caleb’s naked, and Molly’s arranged the chair to face the bed, putting a towel-covered cushion on the seat before telling Caleb to sit.
He has Caleb spread his legs so they’re on either side of the seat, and Molly proceeds to tether each ankle to a back leg of the chair, almost but not quite up off the ground. Caleb’s arms go over the back of the chair, his wrists each bound to the lower supports of the chair back. Once he’s done, Molly drags a fingertip up the inside of Caleb’s thigh and smiles when Caleb twitches, unable to move out of position.
“Perfect.”
Molly takes a seat on the bed opposite Caleb, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back on his hands, and looks Caleb up and down like he wants to eat him.
“Don’t you look a treat, all ready for me.”
Caleb squirms, face heating at the compliment.
Molly, undeterred by Caleb's discomfiture, picks up the massage oil that’s sitting next to him and dribbles some into his hand before snapping the bottle closed and dropping down off the bed to settle on his knees at Caleb’s feet, grinning up at him.
“Don’t forget, all you have to do to move things along is beg.”
For some reason, Caleb expects Molly to start slow, teasing as he usually does, but he doesn’t. Molly dives right in, as if he’s doing his utmost to get Caleb to come quickly as possible. It feels amazing, and overwhelming, and Caleb has almost forgotten what it is that’s happening, careening towards the precipice of orgasm when Molly suddenly stops, sitting back on his heels.
Jerking in the restraints, Caleb curses, hips still moving, but there’s nothing to rub against, no way to get friction while bound this way; he can’t even bring his legs together, his knees held apart by the seat of the chair.
Molly lets him sit with his frustration for a moment before adding more slick to his fingers and reaching for Caleb’s cock again.
Hips jolting at the contact, Caleb sucks a breath in, thighs tensing. He knows from his previous experimentation that he’ll only get more sensitive the longer this goes- that isn’t a surprise- but he isn’t expecting the additional layer the bondage adds to it, the added feeling of helplessness, of vulnerability. As Molly brings him up to the edge a second time, Caleb squirms, unable to help it, and bites his lower lip, holding his reaction back to a whine when Molly pulls his hand away again.
He shudders through it, wrists and ankles pulling at the ropes, but the bindings hold fast, keeping him in place.
The third go-round, Molly takes his time, going slower now that Caleb’s more worked up.
“You know there’s no shame in begging,” Molly says, pulling a whimper and a twitch of hips out of Caleb as he slowly rubs at the head of Caleb’s cock. “It would feel so good to give in, wouldn’t it? To not have to hold back-” He keeps the patter up as he teases, dragging Caleb slowly back to the edge until Caleb’s gasping, writhing to the extent he can. “Don’t you want to come, Caleb? I can make you feel so good. Don’t you want to feel good?”
“I- hnng- I already- feel good-” Caleb grits out, hands gripping the chair as he willfully resists the urge to beg. They’ve been at this for just over a half hour now, and while he ardently wants to come, there’s still the part of him that wonders how much he can take. He knows he’s a fan of being teased, and while this is in a similar vein, it’s a bit different. He’s finding he likes the lack of control, likes having a challenge, but nothing that will hurt or harm if he fails.
When he fails.
But that point hasn’t arrived yet, and he desperately holds onto his control by his fingertips as Molly pulls his hand away for the third time.
“You know,” Molly says conversationally, freshly-oiled fingers wrapping around the base of Caleb’s cock and squeezing before pulling up, tightening at the top only to loosen and drop back down. “If you wanted to suffer, all you had to do was say so. I’m perfectly content to just do this all night. We have nowhere to be in the morning, and I’ll have plenty of fun whether you get to come or not.” He pulls a groan out of Caleb, who’s trying valiantly to buck up into Molly’s fist. “Though I do enjoy a challenge. I wonder what it will take- how many times, how long- until I make you beg. Because you will beg. And however long it takes to happen, you’ll know that it will be that long again until I show mercy.” Molly leans up on his knees to make sure he’s got Caleb’s eyes on him when he says, “If I show mercy.”
Caleb manages to hold on through two more edges, but as he creeps up on the next, the thought of being left hanging again is just too much.
"Please-" His hips buck up, chasing sensation, knowing it won't last. "Bitte, Mollymauk please-"
"Ah, and there we are." Molly pulls his hand away and Caleb lets out a sob of frustration, shaking against the ropes as need rolls through him like a wave. "You're doing so well for me, love. Can you tell me how long it's been since we started?"
Caleb groans, chin dropping down to his chest.
"An- an hour and three minutes."
Letting out a low whistle, Molly takes a moment, firmly smoothing his hands up and down Caleb’s trembling thighs. "That's very impressive. The tough part is over, now, though. No need to fight, no need to be strong. Feel free to let it all out, dear. Let go."
Molly starts back in again, and Caleb gasps, a moan slipping out a second later when Molly takes just the head of Caleb’s cock into his mouth. He’s just as dedicated as he was before, not teasing too much, but not forcing it headlong, either, and soon Caleb is squirming uncontrollably, tugging uselessly against his bindings.
This time, when Molly pulls away, leaving Caleb’s cock spit-shiny and twitching, Caleb begs wholeheartedly, even knowing it won’t get him anywhere. He has his word if he needs it, and he trusts Molly fully to stop if he says it.
Just as he trusts Molly not to stop if he doesn’t say it.
Over the next seemingly-interminable stretch of time, he begs for all sorts of things- mercy, respite, relief. He says he can’t take it, that it’s too much, that he needs to come, but they both know none of that is true. He’s incandescent with arousal, and Caleb's convinced that if Molly were to turn out the bedroom light, he’d be visibly glowing.
Staying still is utterly out of the question, but Molly’s arranged him well, leaving Caleb open and vulnerable to his attentions. Every time Caleb squirms, every time his hips jolt and jerk, each time his thighs quiver and tense, he’s reminded of how deliciously-helpless he is, that he’s completely at Molly’s mercy; it does nothing to quell his excitement, and neither does the knowledge that he’s essentially done this to himself.
Molly brings him close over and over and over, and Caleb knows- he knows- unequivocally, that he’ll be fine, that he’ll emerge on the other side of this no worse for wear other than perhaps some sore muscles, but-
Every time he’s approaching the edge, he swears the sensation can’t possibly get stronger, that surely this time it won’t be as frustrating. Somehow, though, it is, until by the time he’s reaching the end of the next hour he’s completely given up trying to maintain any sort of control. Each time Molly pulls away, Caleb keens at the loss, body moving any way it can as a way to work out the frustration.
He’s so far gone he’s completely lost track of the time, unaware of much except for Molly’s hands and mouth, the building, maddening pleasure that continues to go unanswered. It takes him a moment to realize Molly's stopped and is on his feet again between the spread of Caleb’s knees. He places a hand on either side of Caleb’s face, grounding, and leans down to kiss him. Caleb stretches up to meet him, straining against his bindings, trying to get closer. Molly pulls away slightly, smiling down at him.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on the clock for you, love. Your time is up. Are you ready to come?”
“Bitte- Molly-” At the prospect of relief, Caleb finds himself overwhelmed, hips pressing up desperately towards any possibility of contact. “Please- please-”
“Shh, I’ve got you, love, you’ve been so good for me. You’ve taken so much, just look at you, you’re gorgeous-”
The words flow over Caleb, the tone fond and proud, and Caleb revels in it, basking like a cat in a sunbeam. Molly’s hand wraps around Caleb’s cock again, and Caleb arches into it, moaning brokenly, still half-convinced that it will be more of the same, just like the last hour and change, but as he climbs quickly up to the edge again Molly doesn’t slow, his hand instead speeding, grip tightening.
Whining, Caleb twists in place, gasping out a choked whimper as Molly coaxes him- finally- up and over the edge.
“You’ve been so good- come for me, dear.”
It only takes a few more strokes of Molly’s hand before Caleb is coming with a shout, bucking and thrashing against the ropes. It’s incredibly intense, almost more so than he was prepared for, and when it finally levels off it leaves him limp and boneless in the chair, panting like he’s just run a marathon.
He supposes, though, that he sort of did.
It’s difficult to focus on much- he’s floating, like the ropes are the only thing keeping him from just lifting up off the chair like an errant soap bubble. Then there’s a hand in his hair, petting, and he hums as Molly’s talons gently scratch against his scalp, sending a shiver through him and raising goosebumps all over his skin.
“How are you doing, Mr. Caleb?”
“Mmm.” Tilting his head towards Molly’s hand, Caleb sighs in contented bliss. “Like a wrung out dish rag, but in a good way?”
Laughing quietly, Molly bends down and presses his lips to Caleb’s forehead.
“I completely understand.” He straightens back up and gives Caleb one more pat before taking a step back. “I’m going to untie you so we can get you cleaned up and settled for a bit. Shouldn’t take but a moment.”
One of the things Caleb’s learned over the past few weeks- months, really- is that bondage always seems to come undone much faster than it goes on, almost regardless of type. Molly’s good as his word and soon is helping Caleb up off the chair, steadying him as Caleb’s knees wobble.
“Just a few steps dear, and I’ll have you sit while I grab a cloth to clean you up.”
Caleb sinks onto the edge of the bed and it’s a short but victorious battle for him as he fights to stay upright until Molly returns with a damp washcloth. He hums as Molly smooths it over Caleb’s chest and stomach, swiping it over his thighs, the cloth warm.
“Brace yourself, dear, you’re going to be sensitive.”
Caleb bites his lower lip and does his best to prepare as Molly, gently as possible, cleans off Caleb’s cock.
It is sensitive, incredibly so, and Caleb’s hands fist in the bed spread as he sucks a breath in through his teeth, hips twitching, though he’s honestly uncertain whether he’s trying to move toward or away from Molly’s ministrations. Molly works quickly enough that it isn’t an issue either way, and Molly tosses the cloth towards the bathroom to deal with later. He coaxes Caleb to stand again, but only long enough to pull the covers down.
“Lay down, love, I want to grab something, and then I’ll be right there.”
Doing as bid, Caleb sighs as he lies down. While waiting for Molly, he notices the imprints on his wrists from the rope, and wonderingly runs a light fingertip over some of them, enjoying the change in texture.
“I like that part, too,” Molly says as he climbs into bed next to Caleb, a jar of cocoa butter in his hands. “It’s nice to see the marks, even if just for a little while.”
Caleb nods in agreement as Molly unscrews the jar, the familiar smell hitting the air.
“I just want to check for any chafing from the rope- you were very squirmy, even for you- and then I think you’re due for some cuddles.”
Laying quietly as Molly checks him over, Caleb finds his eyes getting heavier, the sweet, warm lethargy overtaking him. Molly declares him hale and whole, though he does still end up using the cocoa butter to massage out some of Caleb’s muscles- his thighs, his shoulders- saying those are the ones most-likely to be sore later. By the time he’s finished, Caleb’s almost asleep, though he rouses enough to roll towards Molly once he sets the jar aside and opens his arms towards Caleb, beckoning him close.
Wriggling over until he’s pressed up against Molly’s side, Caleb hums happily, pressing his face against Molly’s chest as Molly’s arms come around him, gathering him near.
Lips press to the top of Caleb’s head, Molly’s arms giving him a gentle squeeze.
“You did so well, sweetheart. You were so good for me, did exactly as I asked. Absolutely lovely-”
Squirming, Caleb turns his head even further in to hide, and Molly lets him, though he doesn’t stop speaking, quietly murmuring praise into Caleb’s hair that Caleb can’t help but soak up like a sponge.
A little while goes by, and a thought occurs to Caleb.
“Schatz, what about you?” Caleb pulls back to be able to look up at Molly. “You haven’t-”
“Hush.” Molly boops Caleb on the nose, smiling as Caleb goes slightly cross-eyed. “There’s time for that. Like I said, we’ve nowhere to be tomorrow. I’ve been in your place before, I know scenes like that take a lot out of a person. This time, right now? This is for you, to rest, and process.” At the look Caleb gives him, Molly’s smile widens. “I have no issue with you wanting to reciprocate, love, I’m just saying give it a few minutes so that you don’t look like you’re going to pass out in the middle, hm?”
Grumbling good-naturedly, Caleb gives in and smooshes his face back against Molly’s chest, snuggling closer, breathing in Molly’s scent while he lies there, warm and sated, mind already wandering to what they might try in the future.
First and foremost, though, he thinks about Molly; he’s been incredibly accommodating, unerringly patient, and loving, all of which Caleb has learned to expect from the man.
But just because he expects it is no reason not to reward it.
Settling a bit further into Molly’s arms, the warmth of him pressed along Caleb’s side, Caleb starts to plan, and lets the thoughts carry him down for a short, restful nap.