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“You said it yourself, didn’t you? ‘What’s so wrong with submission’? Those were your exact words, right?”
Floch nodded frantically, mouth open in want. His tongue nearly lolled out of his mouth and you had to stifle a laugh. He looked just like a puppy - an obedient, wonderful puppy happy to serve its owner.
You were that owner.
“You like being at my mercy, don’t you?” You teased.
He nodded again, hair flopping into his face and sticking to his sweat-covered forehead. You ground down on the bulge in his pants, the action making him whine pathetically. You snickered and traced a hand up his side, fingers tickling the bare skin of his chest. You’d taken his shirt off earlier so you could mark him up. Now, however, it was his perked nipples that caught your attention.
You rubbed one tenderly with your thumb. “I always take good care of you, don’t I?”
“Fuck- yeah, you do,” he moaned, eyes trained on your face. He knew better than to look away.
You hummed. “Sometimes I think I treat you a little too well.”
You took the bud between your thumb and forefinger and twisted hard . He winced and bit his lip, grateful and yet disappointed when you withdrew your hand.
“Don’t go getting too big for your britches, now. I saw the way some of those guys were looking at you today. They wanted to kill you,” you told him honestly.
He clicked his tongue. “I’d like to see them try!”
“I wouldn’t.”
He gulped and scanned your face again. The cute pout you were sporting had his pants feeling impossibly tighter. God, he loved you. Truly, he did. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint you by getting killed.
That thought kept him alive even more so than his own fear of death.
“It’s funny, really,” you said, bringing him back to reality, “how you act so tough out there. But here, in my room, you’re so weak it’s almost pathetic.”
Floch whined again, the demeaning words falling from your lips turning him on more than he wanted to admit. You were the only person in the whole world that he would let speak to him this way. Maybe that’s why it had such an effect on him. Maybe that’s why it turned his brain to jelly whenever you’d degrade him like there was no tomorrow.
Maybe it was the intimacy of being vulnerable that made his heart beat faster when he was with you.
You rolled your hips against his, eliciting quiet moans from you both. He brought his hands to your hips, placing them there but not grabbing on. He knew better than to try and take control, he just wanted to touch you. Sometimes you’d tell him to stop it and take his hands away since he hadn’t been given permission to touch you. Now, however, you let his hands stay on your hips, let his thumbs caress your sides as you rocked slowly back and forth.
Your own hands trailed up his stomach, palming the pale and soft skin. His chest was firm, stomach tight with abs you hadn’t expected to find when you’d first undressed him. Now, though, you were used to the definition, unsurprised by its presence. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t marvel at it every time, fingers tracing the curves and dips of his frame.
“So handsome,” you praised. “And this is all mine.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. It was yours, he was yours.
“Yes,” Floch breathed, “all yours.”
You chuckled. “So cute.”
You leaned down to kiss him, tongues meeting without a second of delay. It was urgent, fervent. His fingers twitched on your waist and you could tell he was fighting the urge to grab you tight. You liked to tease him, so you deepened the kiss. There was no longer want, only need . A need for his lips on yours, a need for his tongue in your mouth, a need for his teeth clacking against your own.
All the while, you still rolled your hips back and forth. Each press of his hardened cock against you made you whine into his mouth. Floch did the same, quiet moans slipping past his lips and between your own. You swallowed them whole, grateful for the gift of his pleasure.
“Please,” he begged beneath your onslaught, “please, please, please.”
You didn’t have to ask what he was begging for. It was quite obvious. In all honesty, if you weren’t the one in control, you might have been begging for it, too. Hell, your body certainly was. It was practically screaming at you to take off your clothes and get down to business. Still, part of the fun was the chase, and you’d only just gotten started.
“I’m certain I don’t know what you’re asking for,” you teased, your words a quiet whisper against his lips.
“Please, I- I wanna feel-”
“Feel what? Hmm? Use your words, baby. You know I love your voice.”
Floch gulped. “I wanna feel you.”
“But you are feeling me, aren’t you?” To prove your point, you placed your hands overtop of his own, emphasizing the way they still rested on your hips.
He shook his head. His lower lip jutted out and his brows turned upwards. He pouted - like a puppy, you thought again.
“Wanna feel you… inside,” he admitted.
The last word was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But you did. You heard it in all of its whiny, adorable glory. It sent a bolt of lightning between your legs, one that would have been impossible to ignore.
“Then take off my clothes, Floch. Take off my clothes and feel me the way you want.”
Your permission was all he needed to fly into a frenzy, frantic hands unbuttoning your shirt with haste. In no time, he had it off of you and on the floor. Your pants followed suit, though there was some delay as his rapid movements made undoing your belt a difficult task. You had laughed and offered to help, but he was eager to please, so he composed himself and went back to work, finally getting you down to your underwear. He went to remove that, too, but you stopped his hands before they could reach you.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” you pointed out.
Though your definition of “too many” was only a pair of pants, Floch was entirely understanding and removed them in a hurry. Along with the pants, he pulled down his underwear, and now he was laid bare before you on the bed.
Oh, he was a sight to behold. Light freckles dotted his skin in several places: his shoulders, chest, thighs… but your favorite patch of freckles rested on his navel. A line of dark red hair cut through those freckles and connected his belly button to his cock, now proudly hard and standing at attention. It was already leaking pre and you wondered if you had really teased him all that much.
You hadn’t, honestly. He was just so responsive to your every touch that even the slightest contact set him on fire.
“My my, I never tire of this view,” you told him, kneeling between his spread legs.
Your hands traced from his calves up to his thighs, fingernails slowly across against the muscles of his legs. It made his skin ripple with goosebumps and you watched the delightful shiver send his spine into a momentary frenzy. The quick writhe of his body on the mattress had you keening. You wanted more of that.
You would get more of that very soon.
But, for now, you teased him by bringing a hand to his cock and wrapping it around the base. He hissed at the sudden contact, eyes focused on the way your fingers curled around the member. The slow drag of your hand from the base up to the leaking tip was agony to watch, even worse agony to endure. But Floch did anyway, because he would always endure when it came to you.
He knew the reward at the end of all this teasing would be the sweetest one known to man.
Your thumb, the same one you’d used to toy with his nipple, now dragged across his slit. You smeared the precum across the head, marveling at the tiny whimpers you heard escape his lips. You wished you were swallowing those sounds, but you also wanted to toy with his cock some more. It was always fun watching how flushed and red it would get, watching the beads of precum slowly trickle out and down the sides.
Ah, decisions. decisions. Why couldn't you have both? You supposed it was because life was unfair like that.
After all, what’s more unfair than being a subordinate of the man you currently had eating out of the palm of your hand?
You shook those thoughts from your head, not caring to dwell on them for long. Instead, you simply settled back and watched your hand slide up and down, up and down. Floch watched, too. Both pairs of eyes mimicked the actions of your hand - up and down, always up and down.
After a moment, you removed your hand and brought it up to his face. He understood what you wanted, he always understood. And so, he spit into your open palm. You smiled as you brought it back down to his dick and wrapped your now-wet hand around him once more.
With the spit acting as lubricant, you were able to glide your hand along his shaft much easier than before. It helped you move quicker, too, and in no time, Floch was panting and moaning as you reduced him to mush.
“So good,” he moaned. “So good- ah!”
You pinched his head between your fingers, easing up on the pressure a moment later. He whimpered again and you almost caved right then, almost tore off your underwear and sank down onto his cock immediately. But you were stronger than that, so you resisted the urge, instead quickening the pace to distract you from your own desires.
The labored breaths Floch was heaving had you smirking as you knew he was getting close. It was so easy to make him cum now that you knew his body like the back of your hand. You weighed your options: you could edge him like you’d done before, or you could give him what he wanted.
You eyed the bandage still wrapped around his head. He’d had a bad day, why not let him enjoy himself?
“Where do you wanna cum, huh? Tell me, puppy,” you cooed.
Your words were sweet, sickeningly so. They made his stomach churn as the heat in his core threatened to boil over. He held it in, if only so he could answer.
“Inside,” he begged. “Wanna cum inside.”
“In my mouth, huh?” You asked, opening your lips and baring your tongue.
But Floch shook his head, instead uttering a soft, “N-no, inside .”
At that, you faltered, slowing your hand down to a full stop. You’d never had sex without a condom before, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to try it. You knew you were both clean, and you trusted him beyond belief.
So, fuck it, why not?
“Yeah? You wanna fill me up with your cum?”
Floch nodded, whines and moans filling the air. His dick involuntarily twitched at your words and he watched as you stood up from the bed.
“I’ll let you do it, puppy. I’ll let you cum inside me.”
He swallowed thickly as you leaned in close to his ear.
“But you have to be prepared for the consequences.”
The words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what you were implying, he knew that, after this, it would be you and him for the long haul. He knew that marking you that way, filling you with his cum, meant no going back.
But he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t, even if he could.
“I am. I’m so prepared,” he promised.
You giggled as you stood back up and slipped off your remaining underwear. You were both naked now, both prepared for what would come next.
You grabbed the lubricant from the bedside table and allowed a generous glob to pool on your palm. Floch watched with bated breath, fingers flexing in anticipation. You returned to the bed a moment later and knelt between his legs once more.
You stroked his length again, this time covering it with copious amounts of lube. You lathered him up, doing your best to ignore the quiet moans he was releasing as you did so. When you finished with his preparation, you smeared the remaining lube around your entrance before moving to straddle his lap.
You were ready for him, more than ready, and you had been for a while. And so, holding your breath, you sank down onto his length and allowed him to fill you to the very brim.
The harmonized moans you both released sounded like a heavenly choir performing for the two of you - performing for this very moment. When you stilled on his lap, his cock rested snugly inside you, it felt completely right. There was nothing but love and adoration in both of your eyes as you began to rise and fall on his cock. This went beyond any heat-of-the-moment frivolous sex you’d had before. It went far beyond because this…
This was making love.
His hands twitched, raised off of the mattress, then fell to his sides again. You watched the action with curious eyes before registering what it meant.
“It’s okay. You can touch me. Anywhere you want.”
That was something you rarely gave him permission to do, and he was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. His hands flew to your waist before sliding up your sides to bring around front to your chest. He began to toy with your nipples, tweaking and twisting them in the way he knew you liked. You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth, all sinful and loud. If anyone were nearby, you were sure they heard you crying out his name.
“I like when you say my name,” he confessed, a bright blush on his speckled cheeks.
You giggled, the sound interrupted by a quiet moan. “I like when you say mine, too.”
Almost as a test, he moaned your name. The action immediately made you clench around him, something Floch was greatly appreciative of. He continued saying your name, to which you responded by saying his. It was a quiet repetition of your names that filled the room as you lowered your face down to his once more. You rested your forehead against his, noses just barely bumping one another each time you lifted your hips. You continued whispering overlapping names until your lips met in a heated kiss, one that swallowed up the very definition of your identities.
Your names were long forgotten, your separate selves forgotten, too. All that existed now was oneness, a single connection between the two of you.
Floch, who had been close before you began, felt his impending orgasm creep up on him again. It was the first time he’d been inside you with no barrier separating him from your warmth, and he couldn’t help but think it felt heavenly. These factors combined into a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach, one that was dying to burst. He warned you with a squeeze of his hands on your shoulders, but you paid him no mind. You wanted him to feel good. You knew no greater pleasure than pleasing him.
And suddenly, you felt it. Warm and filling, his cum flooded your insides. It was a mark, a claim, a seal he put on you that told everyone else you were his. It felt nice, like something you’d always wanted without even knowing. The loud moan that Floch would have released was captured by your mouth. You let it flood your system, let him flood your system from both ends. It was all you could manage as his orgasm brought you close to yours.
“Floch, baby,” you whined, “help me. I’m almost there.”
So, he did. He touched you, teased you, kissed you, licked you, nipped you. His mouth and hands were all over your body, playing with you to his heart’s content. And finally, you felt release. It had you shuttering against him and making a mess of you both. All the while, Floch worked you through it, thrusting his hips up into yours when you couldn’t find the energy to do it any longer. With one more gentle kiss, the remains of your orgasm washed away, leaving you content and spent on top of him.
He laid your head against his chest, not pulling out quite yet. For a moment, just a moment, he wanted to savor this feeling - this love he’d never felt before. He stroked your back and toyed with your hair, relishing in the quiet hums you released into his neck.
After a few minutes, you grew uncomfortable in your position; you were sticky and gross, now was not the time for cuddling. So, the logical course of action you took was biting down on his shoulder. Floch yelped, cursing when you withdrew your teeth from his now smarting skin.
“What was that for?” He complained.
“I need to get up. I’m gross.”
“Tch. You could’ve just said so.”
He let you up after that without protest. As you stood up, you felt his cum slowly seep out of you. You blushed heavily at the feeling, even more so at the sight of Floch gawking at the way the white substance trickled down your legs.
“You’re making me feel embarrassed,” you whined, pushing him by his shoulders.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m just… nothing, never mind. I’m sorry.” He stood up and placed a kiss on top of your head. “Come on. I’ll run us a bath.”
With that, he dragged you to the bathroom with his hand in yours. And you couldn’t help but think his excitement was adorable - kind of like a puppy.