Out the Box, Outta Line
Title: Out the Box, Outta Line.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dalex (Danny Kurily/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: hard NC-17
Summary: Danny bites back the fuck that's on his lips: one of their rules are when he speaks it's game over. This position is making his lower back ache. He makes a whining noise, and Alex smooths his hand across his back, hand resting over the handmark he'd put on his ass earlier. "Shhh, good pets get rewarded," he murmurs, voice low and lilting, thumb rubbing across his tailbone.
Disclaimer: i own this do not steal etc. etc. etc. title and cut belong to Rihanna's song S&M.
A/N: this is absolutely 100% dedicated to encsibe because she likes butt plugs with cat tails on them. yup. as a warning there are d/s and bdsm themes and sex toys and stuff. woohoo
Danny is past the point of feeling self-conscious when they do this. He preens at the way Alex treats him, pets him, curves his hand around the back of his neck and scratches lightly. Good boy, is what Alex murmurs, his voice low and almost singing, the way it always is when they play.
He purrs, rolls his shoulders and closes his eyes, his head tipping back. His knees don't hurt in here, he's used to the feeling of the hard wood floor digging into his knees. "Such a good boy," Alex hums, knees hooked over the arms of the armchair he's sitting on, Danny kneeling in front of him. "Such a good pet."
The black leather collar rests at the base of his neck. The small gold plate with the initials AG engraved into it glint where the light hits it. It's a promise between them; an almost wedding vow in their world, the games they play. It says I am his sub, he is my master. It's a pact of trust; Danny trusting Alex to stop when things go too far.
"Pet," Alex says, shifting his gaze down to him, and Danny tips his head up at Alex, opens his eyes to show that he's listening because he isn't allowed to speak. "Come here."
It's an order. Danny waits a few moments, still not entirely sure of the situation. He wants to know how far Alex wants to go, how much he's playing into his part. "I said, come here." Alex repeats, his eyes narrowing a little, and Danny slinks over to him, hands and knees pressing into the wooden floor. The soft fur tail brushes against the back of his thighs as he crawls to Alex; the plug shifts and he bites back the moan, a small noise dying in his throat.
Alex shifts in the armchair, reveals the black leather whip that they have. "I don't like repeating myself," he says, and the whip lashes out, bites at the skin on his lower back and Danny hisses, pain and pleasure coursing hot through him.
The whip bites at his skin again, and then Alex smirks, eyes glittering dark and dangerous. “Up,” he says, moving his legs so his feet are planted flat on the ground. Danny watches him carefully, hands resting on his knees as he kneels in front of him, trying to figure out what he wants. “Up,” Alex repeats, something flickering in his eyes and oh, okay, now Danny gets it. He manages to climb onto Alex’s lap, lets him manhandle him until he’s lying across his lap, knees digging into the space between Alex’s leg and the armrests of the chair. Alex’s hand curves around his ass, palming and squeezing lightly.
“There’s an extra five for every noise you make.”
Danny looks at him with a question in his eyes. He can't say anything. He's not allowed to say anything, but he knows Alex knows what he wants to ask. "We'll start with twenty," he says evenly, hand smoothing up the bare skin of his back and then back down again to the bend of his knee.
The first one is slightly unexpected. Danny took a short breath, waited with his eyes closed for the first smack but Alex is never clear about when or where for the first ten. His hand curves over the round of his ass, the sound of skin on skin resounding throughout the silent room. The muscles in his back tighten, but otherwise Danny is silent and still. He knows how to obey orders.
By the fifth and sixth smacks, his skin is a dull red color, stinging a little more every time Alex's hand comes down. "Ten," Alex breathes, and even though he's not looking at him, Danny can hear it in his voice that he's getting off on this just as much as he is.
The next smack comes harder than the others, makes Danny jolt in his lap and under his touch. He almost bites through his tongue with the effort of not making any noise, can taste the bitter, metallic tang of copper afterwards. Number fifteen comes hard too; he can tell without looking that by twenty there will be a deep red handprint on in his ass.
At number twenty Danny lets out a small moan, a mewl. He doesn't mean to, and he turns his head back to look at Alex. "Five more, baby doll." the dom purrs, a pleased smirk on his face. Danny shakes his head minutely, tucks his face into his arms and then bites down so that he can't make any more noises while Alex dishes out the next five.
When he's done, Alex pushes Danny out of his lap, eyes him lying on the floor. The handprint on his ass is scarlet, he won't be able to sit properly for a couple days at least. When they're in public and he's shifting uncomfortably, they'll share a look and they'll know, and that makes it worth it, the knowledge they share, secrets about the other that no-one else gets to know.
"Bedroom. Now," Alex says, authority ringing through his voice, and it's not the tone of voice he usually uses. The reckless part of Danny wants to disobey him, just to see what his punishment would be. He doesn't though, the other part of him says he is my master, I do what he says. He crawls to the bedroom on hands and knees, pausing in the doorway to throw a look back at Alex. Alex is watching him from the chair, eyes dark and a pleased smile placed on his lips. His legs are outstretched, ankles cross, elbows resting on the armrests on either side of him, fingertips pressed together.
When Alex joins Danny in their bedroom, he's turning a small grey remote over in his hands, a thoughtful look on his face. Curled in the middle of their bed is Danny, his back to the door. He smirks, looking at him, the tail peeking out and laying on the bed from between his legs. Alex came in silently, Danny didn't hear him.
He presses a button on the remote in his hands, watches the man on the bed. He hears a low yelp, sees the shudder that goes through his spine. He only moves when Danny turns over and looks at him, eyes lidded and mouth parted just a little, desperate and needy. "I'm going to leave the remote here," he says, moving forward and putting it down on the table to the right of the bed - his side of the bed. "And it's going to be on," he says, pressing the same switch he had earlier, and the plug starts vibrating again. It doesn't stop this time. "If you come its game over. We stop and that's it," he turns to leave the room, stopping in the doorway and turning around again. "Are we understood?"
Danny's tongue flicks out over his lips, giving him the tiniest of nods. He isn't handcuffed. Alex didn't put him in a cockring, and he didn't say how long he was going to leave him there. His hips shift restlessly, moaning quietly when the toy shifts in deeper.
The first ten minutes are survivable - almost easy. He keeps his wrists crossed above his head, fingers curled loosely into the slats of the headboard so there's less temptation to touch himself. The next ten minutes are harder. He keeps shifting, making the plug go deeper and press in different places, noises bubbling softly out of his mouth. He keeps his hands curled in the headboard, determined to wait Alex out.
He can do this.
At forty minutes the house is silent. He doesn't know what Alex is doing, he didn't hear any doors slam and the TV is off. His cock is hard against his stomach, slowly leaking precome. He's slowly driving himself crazy by the fact that he could touch himself but won't; by the fact that he could come if he was that desperate. At fifty minutes his knees are bent, feet planted against the bed as his hips work down against the toy, gripping hard to the headboard. He stops as soon as he's about to go over the edge, forcing himself to wait until the feeling's passed. He has almost no control of his body right now, he will come just from this if Alex doesn't come back soon.
Alex returns seventy-five minutes after he left, a pleased looking smile on his face at Danny on the bed, hips grinding down against the plug and harsh, desperate pants echoing from his mouth. "Well done, Pet." he murmurs, the bed dipping under his weight as he crawls on, leaning over and fingertips trailing up the tail connected to the buttplug. He presses it in deeper, watches Danny's expression shift through toomuchnotenough before he twists it out, the dull vibrating sound filling the room.
A high pitched whine emits from Danny's throat. The black leather collar sticks to the skin on his throat, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
Alex rolls him over onto his front, holds his hips down so he can't roll them against the mattress for friction. There's a thwip sound resonating through the air, and Danny bites his tongue hard as he feels the sharp sting of the whip coming down onto his already-sore ass. "Ten." Alex says, and Danny nods into his arms. Alex counts steadily with each bite of the whip (Two. Three. Four. Five.) He's precise when he uses it, always in the same place. There'll be welts when he's done.
He wants to beg. He is so fucking close, his cock has been leaking for at least half an hour. Alex doesn't want to give it to him yet. The dom gets up, goes over to the closet and kneels next to a box for a few moments, humming something tuneless to himself. "Pet likes to play with pretty toys, don't you?" he purrs, and Danny's eyes rake over Alex's figure to see which toy he took.
It's a deep red gag ball. He starts to shake his head, he doesn't know how much more of this he can take, the safeword on the tip of his tongue.
Alex changes his mind right as he presses the ball between Danny's lips. "Actually, I quite like the sounds you make," he says, leaning down so his lips are moving against his ear. "Such pretty, pretty sounds."
He can't help but purr at the compliment, the noise rumbling up from his chest. Alex laughs, not the same way he does during sex when they aren't playing, but almost cold and humorless.
"I want you on your front," Alex orders, watching as Danny rolls over. He kneels behind him, pushing his legs apart with his knees, his hands bracketing his hips and pulling them up so his ass is in the air.
Danny bites back the fuck that's on his lips: one of their rules are when he speaks it's game over. This position is making his lower back ache. He makes a whining noise, and Alex smooths his hand across his back, hand resting over the handmark he'd put on his ass earlier. "Shhh, good pets get rewarded," he murmurs, voice low and lilting, thumb rubbing across his tailbone.
Alex twists two fingers into him quickly, finding that spot expertly and rubbing his fingers over it. Danny keens, back arching almost painfully as his dom assaults his senses, pleasure shooting through every single fucking nerve ending in his body.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," Alex promises, chest pressed along Danny's back, his lips working over the shell of his ear. Danny doesn't know when Alex took his clothes off, but he's sure as hell naked now, angles and planes presses up against his body, hard on digging into his hip.
His fingers twist again, a third going into the mix. It's unnecessary: he's already stretched from the plug, but Alex is going to push him to his breaking point. He wants to beg, he's prepared to beg.
He's not allowed to beg.
Alex hooks his fingers into the collar, pulling lightly, just enough to slightly restrict his breathing. His fingers disappear, and Danny makes a whining noise at the loss, hips rolling back desperately for something.
"Such a pretty little slutty kitty, hmm?" Alex hums, biting at his shoulder. Danny moans softly. His lower back aches from how Alex is keeping him, his shoulders ache from leaning on his arms. It's the best kind of ache, the kind that settles deep in his bones and makes him want to beg for more more more.
There's a dull press, and then Alex's hips snap forward and it's a longhotslow slide, and he's in, he's finally being fucked, fuck. Danny takes in a shuddering breath, arms giving out and falling forward. He lands on his forearms, forehead pressed against the skin, tacky with a light layer of sweat. He whines when Alex doesn't move, just settles inside him and keeps his hands curled low around his hips. When Alex still doesn't move, he whines again, tightening around Alex's cock to try and make him do something.
The first thrust is hard and fast, hips pressing into the soft flesh of his ass. He sets a rough pace, hands gripping hard enough to bruise his hips. He's marking Danny as his. Danny is his property, and if anyone gets to see the marks on his skin they should know that he belongs to someone. Pleas die on his lips. He's not allowed to speak, or beg, or curse. Game over if he does. He wants to beg Alex, harder faster more please, but the words don't make it out of his throat, coming out instead as vowels and moans and ah ah ah's.
Alex growls low in his throat, fucking into him harder. His hands shift forward from his hips, scratching lightly as they trail down each of his arms to his wrists. He pulls them back, twisting his arms behind his back. Danny cries out, his muscles protesting against the angle Alex is holding his arms at. He turns his face to the side, cheek resting against the mattress. His breath comes out in harsh pants.
Alex crosses his wrists behind Danny's back, one hand holding them together. The other goes back to his hip, fingers digging into the bruising flesh.
"You're going to come just from this," Alex says, leaning over him again. "I'm not going to touch you at all." He thrusts hard, just to prove his point. "And you can't come until I say so."
Danny shakes underneath him. He's so close, so goddam fucking close. He bites his tongue hard to stop the pleas and begging that's bubbling up in his throat.
Alex keeps up the pace he sets, hard and rough. He angles his hips so that he just grazes his prostate, barely brushing against the nerves, just enough to shove pleasure through him but not enough to push him over the brink.
Danny's cock is flushed and hard up against his stomach. He is so fucking close to coming, but he can't not until Alex gives him the okay. He pushes back the feeling as much as possible. Alex would be so disappointed in him if he doesn't last.
His thumb pushes hard into his wrist, another bruise pressing into pale skin. The ache is already settling into the bone. Danny's moans get needier and more desperate. It's been hours since Alex ordered him to put the butt plug in and crawl across the floor, hours that he's been waiting.
He cries out when Alex angles his hips differently, pressing directly right onto his prostate and leans forward, lips grazing his ear. "Come." he orders - and that's what it is, an order. Danny's whole body surges forward, desperate ah's tearing from his throat. He swears that he sees angels and devils and God as he comes, stars flashing in front of his eyes.
His vision whites out and there's a dull rushing sound in his ears. He doesn't realize until he feels the hot splashes on his lower back and hands that Alex pulled out, finishing off on him. Danny moans softly, his shoulders cracking when Alex finally let's go and he can move his arms again. He brings his lips to his wrists, licking them clean of Alex's cum. There are still white streaks up and down his back.
Alex kneels between his legs, hands rubbing slowly at his back, even though it's stained with his cum. He rubs the knots out his shoulders and upper back, slowly making his way back down. Danny is going to be sore for a while. "You did so well," he whispers, pressing his lips to his hair.
They aren't playing anymore.
Danny makes a happy purring noise, eyes closed as his shoulder push back into the pressure of Alex's fingers, breathing easily. He doesn't care that his cum is being rubbed into his skin as Alex massages his back. It's just another way of being marked as Alex's. He needs the contact afterwards, Alex's touch, soft and slow and warm. It's an always, a constant, Alex's fingers making some of the ache melt away; a ritual for Afterwards.
Alex's hands move down to his lower back, pressing and working slowly until the muscles loosen, soft sleepy pleasure coursing through Danny, different to the pleasure of earlier. "'m sore," he mumbles, half asleep on the pillows.
Alex nods. "I know baby," he murmurs soothingly, wiping his fingers on the sheets. He gets off the bed, disappears for less than a minute and then returns with a pink washcloth, damp with hot water. He uses it to wipe what's left of the cum off of his back, the hot off of it melting into Danny's bones like liquid gold. He disappears again, throwing the washcloth into the laundry room. When he gets back to the bedroom, he's almost sure that Danny's asleep.
He maneuvers him around, getting the duvet up from off the floor and then curls up behind him, the blanket settling around their bodies. Alex plays with the blonde stripe in his hair for a second before his fingers move down to his neck, going for the clasp at the side of the collar.
"Don't," Danny mumbles, mouth opening wide in a jaw cracking yawn. Alex thought he was sleeping. "I like having it on."
Alex hesitates and then nods, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. "Mine," he whispers, breathing out through his nose.
"Yours," Danny agrees, twisting around (somewhat painfully) in Alex's arms. He presses a light kiss to his lips, smiles at him, and then closes his eyes.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dalex (Danny Kurily/Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: hard NC-17
Summary: Danny bites back the fuck that's on his lips: one of their rules are when he speaks it's game over. This position is making his lower back ache. He makes a whining noise, and Alex smooths his hand across his back, hand resting over the handmark he'd put on his ass earlier. "Shhh, good pets get rewarded," he murmurs, voice low and lilting, thumb rubbing across his tailbone.
Disclaimer: i own this do not steal etc. etc. etc. title and cut belong to Rihanna's song S&M.
A/N: this is absolutely 100% dedicated to encsibe because she likes butt plugs with cat tails on them. yup. as a warning there are d/s and bdsm themes and sex toys and stuff. woohoo
Danny is past the point of feeling self-conscious when they do this. He preens at the way Alex treats him, pets him, curves his hand around the back of his neck and scratches lightly. Good boy, is what Alex murmurs, his voice low and almost singing, the way it always is when they play.
He purrs, rolls his shoulders and closes his eyes, his head tipping back. His knees don't hurt in here, he's used to the feeling of the hard wood floor digging into his knees. "Such a good boy," Alex hums, knees hooked over the arms of the armchair he's sitting on, Danny kneeling in front of him. "Such a good pet."
The black leather collar rests at the base of his neck. The small gold plate with the initials AG engraved into it glint where the light hits it. It's a promise between them; an almost wedding vow in their world, the games they play. It says I am his sub, he is my master. It's a pact of trust; Danny trusting Alex to stop when things go too far.
"Pet," Alex says, shifting his gaze down to him, and Danny tips his head up at Alex, opens his eyes to show that he's listening because he isn't allowed to speak. "Come here."
It's an order. Danny waits a few moments, still not entirely sure of the situation. He wants to know how far Alex wants to go, how much he's playing into his part. "I said, come here." Alex repeats, his eyes narrowing a little, and Danny slinks over to him, hands and knees pressing into the wooden floor. The soft fur tail brushes against the back of his thighs as he crawls to Alex; the plug shifts and he bites back the moan, a small noise dying in his throat.
Alex shifts in the armchair, reveals the black leather whip that they have. "I don't like repeating myself," he says, and the whip lashes out, bites at the skin on his lower back and Danny hisses, pain and pleasure coursing hot through him.
The whip bites at his skin again, and then Alex smirks, eyes glittering dark and dangerous. “Up,” he says, moving his legs so his feet are planted flat on the ground. Danny watches him carefully, hands resting on his knees as he kneels in front of him, trying to figure out what he wants. “Up,” Alex repeats, something flickering in his eyes and oh, okay, now Danny gets it. He manages to climb onto Alex’s lap, lets him manhandle him until he’s lying across his lap, knees digging into the space between Alex’s leg and the armrests of the chair. Alex’s hand curves around his ass, palming and squeezing lightly.
“There’s an extra five for every noise you make.”
Danny looks at him with a question in his eyes. He can't say anything. He's not allowed to say anything, but he knows Alex knows what he wants to ask. "We'll start with twenty," he says evenly, hand smoothing up the bare skin of his back and then back down again to the bend of his knee.
The first one is slightly unexpected. Danny took a short breath, waited with his eyes closed for the first smack but Alex is never clear about when or where for the first ten. His hand curves over the round of his ass, the sound of skin on skin resounding throughout the silent room. The muscles in his back tighten, but otherwise Danny is silent and still. He knows how to obey orders.
By the fifth and sixth smacks, his skin is a dull red color, stinging a little more every time Alex's hand comes down. "Ten," Alex breathes, and even though he's not looking at him, Danny can hear it in his voice that he's getting off on this just as much as he is.
The next smack comes harder than the others, makes Danny jolt in his lap and under his touch. He almost bites through his tongue with the effort of not making any noise, can taste the bitter, metallic tang of copper afterwards. Number fifteen comes hard too; he can tell without looking that by twenty there will be a deep red handprint on in his ass.
At number twenty Danny lets out a small moan, a mewl. He doesn't mean to, and he turns his head back to look at Alex. "Five more, baby doll." the dom purrs, a pleased smirk on his face. Danny shakes his head minutely, tucks his face into his arms and then bites down so that he can't make any more noises while Alex dishes out the next five.
When he's done, Alex pushes Danny out of his lap, eyes him lying on the floor. The handprint on his ass is scarlet, he won't be able to sit properly for a couple days at least. When they're in public and he's shifting uncomfortably, they'll share a look and they'll know, and that makes it worth it, the knowledge they share, secrets about the other that no-one else gets to know.
"Bedroom. Now," Alex says, authority ringing through his voice, and it's not the tone of voice he usually uses. The reckless part of Danny wants to disobey him, just to see what his punishment would be. He doesn't though, the other part of him says he is my master, I do what he says. He crawls to the bedroom on hands and knees, pausing in the doorway to throw a look back at Alex. Alex is watching him from the chair, eyes dark and a pleased smile placed on his lips. His legs are outstretched, ankles cross, elbows resting on the armrests on either side of him, fingertips pressed together.
When Alex joins Danny in their bedroom, he's turning a small grey remote over in his hands, a thoughtful look on his face. Curled in the middle of their bed is Danny, his back to the door. He smirks, looking at him, the tail peeking out and laying on the bed from between his legs. Alex came in silently, Danny didn't hear him.
He presses a button on the remote in his hands, watches the man on the bed. He hears a low yelp, sees the shudder that goes through his spine. He only moves when Danny turns over and looks at him, eyes lidded and mouth parted just a little, desperate and needy. "I'm going to leave the remote here," he says, moving forward and putting it down on the table to the right of the bed - his side of the bed. "And it's going to be on," he says, pressing the same switch he had earlier, and the plug starts vibrating again. It doesn't stop this time. "If you come its game over. We stop and that's it," he turns to leave the room, stopping in the doorway and turning around again. "Are we understood?"
Danny's tongue flicks out over his lips, giving him the tiniest of nods. He isn't handcuffed. Alex didn't put him in a cockring, and he didn't say how long he was going to leave him there. His hips shift restlessly, moaning quietly when the toy shifts in deeper.
The first ten minutes are survivable - almost easy. He keeps his wrists crossed above his head, fingers curled loosely into the slats of the headboard so there's less temptation to touch himself. The next ten minutes are harder. He keeps shifting, making the plug go deeper and press in different places, noises bubbling softly out of his mouth. He keeps his hands curled in the headboard, determined to wait Alex out.
He can do this.
At forty minutes the house is silent. He doesn't know what Alex is doing, he didn't hear any doors slam and the TV is off. His cock is hard against his stomach, slowly leaking precome. He's slowly driving himself crazy by the fact that he could touch himself but won't; by the fact that he could come if he was that desperate. At fifty minutes his knees are bent, feet planted against the bed as his hips work down against the toy, gripping hard to the headboard. He stops as soon as he's about to go over the edge, forcing himself to wait until the feeling's passed. He has almost no control of his body right now, he will come just from this if Alex doesn't come back soon.
Alex returns seventy-five minutes after he left, a pleased looking smile on his face at Danny on the bed, hips grinding down against the plug and harsh, desperate pants echoing from his mouth. "Well done, Pet." he murmurs, the bed dipping under his weight as he crawls on, leaning over and fingertips trailing up the tail connected to the buttplug. He presses it in deeper, watches Danny's expression shift through toomuchnotenough before he twists it out, the dull vibrating sound filling the room.
A high pitched whine emits from Danny's throat. The black leather collar sticks to the skin on his throat, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
Alex rolls him over onto his front, holds his hips down so he can't roll them against the mattress for friction. There's a thwip sound resonating through the air, and Danny bites his tongue hard as he feels the sharp sting of the whip coming down onto his already-sore ass. "Ten." Alex says, and Danny nods into his arms. Alex counts steadily with each bite of the whip (Two. Three. Four. Five.) He's precise when he uses it, always in the same place. There'll be welts when he's done.
He wants to beg. He is so fucking close, his cock has been leaking for at least half an hour. Alex doesn't want to give it to him yet. The dom gets up, goes over to the closet and kneels next to a box for a few moments, humming something tuneless to himself. "Pet likes to play with pretty toys, don't you?" he purrs, and Danny's eyes rake over Alex's figure to see which toy he took.
It's a deep red gag ball. He starts to shake his head, he doesn't know how much more of this he can take, the safeword on the tip of his tongue.
Alex changes his mind right as he presses the ball between Danny's lips. "Actually, I quite like the sounds you make," he says, leaning down so his lips are moving against his ear. "Such pretty, pretty sounds."
He can't help but purr at the compliment, the noise rumbling up from his chest. Alex laughs, not the same way he does during sex when they aren't playing, but almost cold and humorless.
"I want you on your front," Alex orders, watching as Danny rolls over. He kneels behind him, pushing his legs apart with his knees, his hands bracketing his hips and pulling them up so his ass is in the air.
Danny bites back the fuck that's on his lips: one of their rules are when he speaks it's game over. This position is making his lower back ache. He makes a whining noise, and Alex smooths his hand across his back, hand resting over the handmark he'd put on his ass earlier. "Shhh, good pets get rewarded," he murmurs, voice low and lilting, thumb rubbing across his tailbone.
Alex twists two fingers into him quickly, finding that spot expertly and rubbing his fingers over it. Danny keens, back arching almost painfully as his dom assaults his senses, pleasure shooting through every single fucking nerve ending in his body.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," Alex promises, chest pressed along Danny's back, his lips working over the shell of his ear. Danny doesn't know when Alex took his clothes off, but he's sure as hell naked now, angles and planes presses up against his body, hard on digging into his hip.
His fingers twist again, a third going into the mix. It's unnecessary: he's already stretched from the plug, but Alex is going to push him to his breaking point. He wants to beg, he's prepared to beg.
He's not allowed to beg.
Alex hooks his fingers into the collar, pulling lightly, just enough to slightly restrict his breathing. His fingers disappear, and Danny makes a whining noise at the loss, hips rolling back desperately for something.
"Such a pretty little slutty kitty, hmm?" Alex hums, biting at his shoulder. Danny moans softly. His lower back aches from how Alex is keeping him, his shoulders ache from leaning on his arms. It's the best kind of ache, the kind that settles deep in his bones and makes him want to beg for more more more.
There's a dull press, and then Alex's hips snap forward and it's a longhotslow slide, and he's in, he's finally being fucked, fuck. Danny takes in a shuddering breath, arms giving out and falling forward. He lands on his forearms, forehead pressed against the skin, tacky with a light layer of sweat. He whines when Alex doesn't move, just settles inside him and keeps his hands curled low around his hips. When Alex still doesn't move, he whines again, tightening around Alex's cock to try and make him do something.
The first thrust is hard and fast, hips pressing into the soft flesh of his ass. He sets a rough pace, hands gripping hard enough to bruise his hips. He's marking Danny as his. Danny is his property, and if anyone gets to see the marks on his skin they should know that he belongs to someone. Pleas die on his lips. He's not allowed to speak, or beg, or curse. Game over if he does. He wants to beg Alex, harder faster more please, but the words don't make it out of his throat, coming out instead as vowels and moans and ah ah ah's.
Alex growls low in his throat, fucking into him harder. His hands shift forward from his hips, scratching lightly as they trail down each of his arms to his wrists. He pulls them back, twisting his arms behind his back. Danny cries out, his muscles protesting against the angle Alex is holding his arms at. He turns his face to the side, cheek resting against the mattress. His breath comes out in harsh pants.
Alex crosses his wrists behind Danny's back, one hand holding them together. The other goes back to his hip, fingers digging into the bruising flesh.
"You're going to come just from this," Alex says, leaning over him again. "I'm not going to touch you at all." He thrusts hard, just to prove his point. "And you can't come until I say so."
Danny shakes underneath him. He's so close, so goddam fucking close. He bites his tongue hard to stop the pleas and begging that's bubbling up in his throat.
Alex keeps up the pace he sets, hard and rough. He angles his hips so that he just grazes his prostate, barely brushing against the nerves, just enough to shove pleasure through him but not enough to push him over the brink.
Danny's cock is flushed and hard up against his stomach. He is so fucking close to coming, but he can't not until Alex gives him the okay. He pushes back the feeling as much as possible. Alex would be so disappointed in him if he doesn't last.
His thumb pushes hard into his wrist, another bruise pressing into pale skin. The ache is already settling into the bone. Danny's moans get needier and more desperate. It's been hours since Alex ordered him to put the butt plug in and crawl across the floor, hours that he's been waiting.
He cries out when Alex angles his hips differently, pressing directly right onto his prostate and leans forward, lips grazing his ear. "Come." he orders - and that's what it is, an order. Danny's whole body surges forward, desperate ah's tearing from his throat. He swears that he sees angels and devils and God as he comes, stars flashing in front of his eyes.
His vision whites out and there's a dull rushing sound in his ears. He doesn't realize until he feels the hot splashes on his lower back and hands that Alex pulled out, finishing off on him. Danny moans softly, his shoulders cracking when Alex finally let's go and he can move his arms again. He brings his lips to his wrists, licking them clean of Alex's cum. There are still white streaks up and down his back.
Alex kneels between his legs, hands rubbing slowly at his back, even though it's stained with his cum. He rubs the knots out his shoulders and upper back, slowly making his way back down. Danny is going to be sore for a while. "You did so well," he whispers, pressing his lips to his hair.
They aren't playing anymore.
Danny makes a happy purring noise, eyes closed as his shoulder push back into the pressure of Alex's fingers, breathing easily. He doesn't care that his cum is being rubbed into his skin as Alex massages his back. It's just another way of being marked as Alex's. He needs the contact afterwards, Alex's touch, soft and slow and warm. It's an always, a constant, Alex's fingers making some of the ache melt away; a ritual for Afterwards.
Alex's hands move down to his lower back, pressing and working slowly until the muscles loosen, soft sleepy pleasure coursing through Danny, different to the pleasure of earlier. "'m sore," he mumbles, half asleep on the pillows.
Alex nods. "I know baby," he murmurs soothingly, wiping his fingers on the sheets. He gets off the bed, disappears for less than a minute and then returns with a pink washcloth, damp with hot water. He uses it to wipe what's left of the cum off of his back, the hot off of it melting into Danny's bones like liquid gold. He disappears again, throwing the washcloth into the laundry room. When he gets back to the bedroom, he's almost sure that Danny's asleep.
He maneuvers him around, getting the duvet up from off the floor and then curls up behind him, the blanket settling around their bodies. Alex plays with the blonde stripe in his hair for a second before his fingers move down to his neck, going for the clasp at the side of the collar.
"Don't," Danny mumbles, mouth opening wide in a jaw cracking yawn. Alex thought he was sleeping. "I like having it on."
Alex hesitates and then nods, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. "Mine," he whispers, breathing out through his nose.
"Yours," Danny agrees, twisting around (somewhat painfully) in Alex's arms. He presses a light kiss to his lips, smiles at him, and then closes his eyes.