The Morning After the Night Before
Title : The Morning After the Night Before
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary : It’s going to be alright.
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note: For afra_schatz who precipitated an interesting discussion and for krazykitten46 because anyone who read that much today deserves it!
When Sean woke up the next morning, he couldn’t remember why he felt so ... well so wrong. His hand strayed to his throat. No collar.
It all came flooding back. The Ball, the row, the punishment. A punishment he deserved, a punishment that fitted the crime. But his collar? His collar, the collar he’d worn, day in and day out? He felt undressed without it, no incomplete.
Almost as if he could hear Sean’s brain cranking up for the day, Orlando opened his eyes and leaned over to kiss his love. “Hey baby…” his voice sounded hoarse. “You okay?”
“Not really,” Sean whispered before going back for a second more intense kiss.
When their lips were swollen and they were both hard, they broke apart. “Sean, I’ve had boys since I was 17 and not a one of them could come anywhere close to you and what you do.”
Orlando knew the boy in Sean was fretting. He wanted him to learn but he didn’t want him to suffer unnecessarily.
“But he,” Sean sighed. “He is such a beautiful man…”
“Yes well beautiful is as beautiful does.” Orlando shook his head. “He was nothing in comparison to you. No one comes close to you, baby. The first time I fucked you, remember? Against the wall? Well I knew then you were mine. You are mine. And when I give you your collar back, we’re going to have a bit of a do,” Orlando smiled at the spark that had just ignited in Sean’s eyes.
“We’ll invite Ian of course and Lij and Vig …” he took Sean’s nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched hard. “And you will wait on our guests, hand and foot,” Sean moaned. “Of course, Ian may want your mouth, he may want your arse and whatever he wants you will give him.”
It was funny, Orlando mused, that everyone on Rings had treated Ian like a bit of an agony auntie. Had run to him with any problem relating to their affaires de coeur. Ian dispensed great advice. Always. Thing was he always ended up fucking the guys/getting fucked by the guys and getting the girls to take him out to dinner where he flirted outrageously and got away with leather pants that many men half his age couldn’t get away with. As a result, Ian considered himself the godfather of Sean and Orlando’s relationship. Only Orlando knew how much Ian enjoyed being dominated. A secret he kept from everyone save Sean.
“Ian can do whatever he like to me, as long as you don’t mind,” Sean was more than hard now. He was aching to come.
“Do you think you deserve to come boy?” Orlando asked and Sean’s heart sank.
“No Master, your boy does not deserve it,” he did not look away, held his Master’s gaze. “Your boy deserves to suffer for his bad behaviour,” he looked so mournful that Orlando’s stomach flipped over.
“My boy doesn’t deserve it but because he knows he doesn’t he gets to all the same,” all the reverse psychology involved in dominating quite overwhelmed Orlando at times. He wrapped his fingers around Sean’s cock and squeezed hard.
“Now…” he commanded and on the word his fingers were bathed in hot sticky come which Sean licked off with great gusto.
“Good boy,” Orlando watched him smiling. “One step closer to your collar, my love,” he paused. “Now a bit more sleep and later I am going to tie you up so you can deep throat me,” Sean didn’t really like deep throating when his body was helpless, but he would do it for his Master and to earn his collar back as soon as he could.
“Your boy loves you Master,” he said quietly.
“Master loves his boy too,” Orlando’s pride and love in Sean was written clearly on his face. “Now sleep baby,” he could see the exhaustion in the dark rings under Sean’s eyes and was determined to put that right as soon as he could.
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17
Summary : It’s going to be alright.
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note: For afra_schatz who precipitated an interesting discussion and for krazykitten46 because anyone who read that much today deserves it!
When Sean woke up the next morning, he couldn’t remember why he felt so ... well so wrong. His hand strayed to his throat. No collar.
It all came flooding back. The Ball, the row, the punishment. A punishment he deserved, a punishment that fitted the crime. But his collar? His collar, the collar he’d worn, day in and day out? He felt undressed without it, no incomplete.
Almost as if he could hear Sean’s brain cranking up for the day, Orlando opened his eyes and leaned over to kiss his love. “Hey baby…” his voice sounded hoarse. “You okay?”
“Not really,” Sean whispered before going back for a second more intense kiss.
When their lips were swollen and they were both hard, they broke apart. “Sean, I’ve had boys since I was 17 and not a one of them could come anywhere close to you and what you do.”
Orlando knew the boy in Sean was fretting. He wanted him to learn but he didn’t want him to suffer unnecessarily.
“But he,” Sean sighed. “He is such a beautiful man…”
“Yes well beautiful is as beautiful does.” Orlando shook his head. “He was nothing in comparison to you. No one comes close to you, baby. The first time I fucked you, remember? Against the wall? Well I knew then you were mine. You are mine. And when I give you your collar back, we’re going to have a bit of a do,” Orlando smiled at the spark that had just ignited in Sean’s eyes.
“We’ll invite Ian of course and Lij and Vig …” he took Sean’s nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched hard. “And you will wait on our guests, hand and foot,” Sean moaned. “Of course, Ian may want your mouth, he may want your arse and whatever he wants you will give him.”
It was funny, Orlando mused, that everyone on Rings had treated Ian like a bit of an agony auntie. Had run to him with any problem relating to their affaires de coeur. Ian dispensed great advice. Always. Thing was he always ended up fucking the guys/getting fucked by the guys and getting the girls to take him out to dinner where he flirted outrageously and got away with leather pants that many men half his age couldn’t get away with. As a result, Ian considered himself the godfather of Sean and Orlando’s relationship. Only Orlando knew how much Ian enjoyed being dominated. A secret he kept from everyone save Sean.
“Ian can do whatever he like to me, as long as you don’t mind,” Sean was more than hard now. He was aching to come.
“Do you think you deserve to come boy?” Orlando asked and Sean’s heart sank.
“No Master, your boy does not deserve it,” he did not look away, held his Master’s gaze. “Your boy deserves to suffer for his bad behaviour,” he looked so mournful that Orlando’s stomach flipped over.
“My boy doesn’t deserve it but because he knows he doesn’t he gets to all the same,” all the reverse psychology involved in dominating quite overwhelmed Orlando at times. He wrapped his fingers around Sean’s cock and squeezed hard.
“Now…” he commanded and on the word his fingers were bathed in hot sticky come which Sean licked off with great gusto.
“Good boy,” Orlando watched him smiling. “One step closer to your collar, my love,” he paused. “Now a bit more sleep and later I am going to tie you up so you can deep throat me,” Sean didn’t really like deep throating when his body was helpless, but he would do it for his Master and to earn his collar back as soon as he could.
“Your boy loves you Master,” he said quietly.
“Master loves his boy too,” Orlando’s pride and love in Sean was written clearly on his face. “Now sleep baby,” he could see the exhaustion in the dark rings under Sean’s eyes and was determined to put that right as soon as he could.