Fanfic - SG-1: The Gift (Jack/Daniel)
Title: The Gift [Jackdom Universe]
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Prompt: For finding_jay at phantisma's Christmas Kink!Athon (due Dec. 31) who requested - Jack/Daniel, spanking, neck!kink, bondage, flannel pajamas, trust, and a Christmas theme.
Word Count: ~8200 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Kink/BDSM. D/s. Bondage. Spanking. Impact play. Service!kink. Food!kink. Orgasm control/denial. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. Schmoop. Established relationship. Character study. Holiday theme. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: For Daniel, the best Christmas gift is being a gift for Jack … complete with leather accessories … and rope in lieu of wrapping paper.
Author's Notes: To finding_jay, I do hope you like it, dear. To everyone else, dude, this is my first SG-1 fic so don't shoot me or anything. Not even with a Zat. P.S. You could totally enjoy the smut and kink of this even if you don't know this fandom. Seriously! // My whole Jackdom Universe is available chronologically and in the order it was written.
"Daniel!"
"What, Jack?"
"What did I tell you about those pajamas?"
"Hmm, something I probably ignored because it was kind of pigheaded?"
"I highly doubt that."
"I don't!"
"C'mere you."
Daniel came into the living room from Jack's kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot cocoa, one with marshmallows and extra milk, the other dark with extra chocolate. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, he slipped in beside Jack on the couch, then swiveled, stretching out with his feet in Jack's lap.
"What's the fun of hot chocolate if you don't put marshmallows in it?"
"I just don't really like marshmallows." Daniel pushed his glasses up on his nose. "No sin in not liking marshmallows, Jack."
"Oh, I beg to differ."
"Well, we are watching A Christmas Story on ABC at your request, Jack, instead of the vastly more intellectually stimulating Christmas through the Ages on The History Channel. So … I'd say you should shut up about both the pajamas and the marshmallows … unless you want me to steal the remote back."
Jack grumbled, as Jack was wont to do, and gobbled down his mallow-mush-covered-cocoa. Daniel commented, often unconsciously, on cultural elements showcased in cheesy Christmas movies, and wiggled his toes in Jack's lap until Jack relented and gave one of his blissful foot massages. There may have even been some cuddling on the couch and mumble-muttering as they snuggled into the bed. But the quiet companionship of Christmas Eve wouldn't be what Daniel remembered most about this holiday.
No, he'd be like clichéd Christmas practitioners worldwide - sort of - and most fondly recall the gift he received - and gave - on Christmas Day.
When Daniel awoke late in the morning, he was the only one in the bed, which wasn't all that unusual, even on holidays, when Jack really didn't need to get up at the crack of dawn to do … whatever it was that Jack did when he got up at the crack of dawn. This morning was different, though, because Jack had left him a note on the nightstand, a gesture they could only use on rare occasions with the busyness of their lives nowadays. He reached for his glasses, slipping them on as he read over the words, once quickly, once slowly, then once again just for good measure.
Daniel,
Shower, prepare yourself and the room, then come and kneel beside me.
Your Sir
A thrill ran through him and he reverently traced the outlines of the thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs that had been set out for him alongside the letter.
This was sure to be an amazing Christmas.
He slid out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, where he took a long shower and made sure to get squeaky clean, from his head to his feet. Then he toweled down, finger-combing his hair, shaving his chin all up smooth, and brushing his teeth to a sparkling minty white, before returning to the bedroom to really prepare.
Daniel closed his eyes after he entered the room and focused on his breathing, slowly in, and slowly out. Then he went to the nightstand and slipped the cuffs into place, one by one by one by one. It was a ritual unto itself, preparing himself for a kink session with Jack. He had to allow himself to fall gracefully into the mindset of a dutiful submissive. He loved it, in the moment, and he loved the thought of it, even outside the moment, but it wasn't something he could just snap on or off with the flick of some internal switch. Jack knew that.
Jack gave him time to become the boy to his Sir.
As Daniel went about stripping the comforter off of the bed, he tried to find that stillness inside him, that place where he could find peace through service, through kneeling, and he also sought out the passion and enthusiasm inside that let him be the wanton, eager bottom to his lover's very in-control top. He felt the rise of dual emotions, calm and desire, when he covered the sheets with the soft well-worn blanket that had seen so many screaming orgasms, but somehow still managed to come out of the dryer stain-free. They had learned a long while ago that power-exchange play left them too exhausted to truly strip down the bedding and that it was hard to enjoy waking up sticky, so this kind of preparation meant easy clean up after the joys of their more strenuous activities.
And, of course, it added another layer of service to help ground Daniel in the moment before he went to kneel by his Sir.
When the room was ready for play, Daniel surveyed his handiwork and his cock rose slowly, remembering all the ways his Sir had used him in this room, imagining all the ways his Sir might use him today. The speed of his breaths increased and he closed his eyes one more time, letting anticipation for his complete submission wash over him, before heading down the stairs.
When he got to the living room, Daniel frowned only slightly, noting that Jack was continuing his cheesy movie marathon, but he forgot all about the television when he saw what Jack was wearing. Daniel had always thought Jack looked sexy in leather, but aside from the occasional way too sexy leather jacket, it just wasn't really Jack's thing. They'd compromised, though, when Daniel had found Jack a wide fitted leather armband that matched the cuff and collar set that Jack had bought for him. Even Jack could see how hot he looked with the strip of leather accentuating the definition of his bicep, especially when his toned chest was showing, but he only wore it when he was in full dominant mode, as a symbol of his role.
Approaching the back of the couch, Daniel could see the grey of Jack's loose-fitting Air Force sweatpants and the side of Jack's left arm, bare but for that leather band, and Daniel breathed deep again before going to his knees beside his Sir.
There was a time before Jack touched him, before Jack acknowledged his presence, but then Jack's fingers were stroking through his hair and Daniel relaxed into the feel of that contact, losing himself in the quiet of kneeling, in the peace of submission to his Sir.
Then Jack's hand in his hair stilled and Jack's voice flowed over him, deep and commanding. "Present yourself, boy."
Daniel sighed, breathy. "Yes, Sir."
He stood and went to face Jack, feet shoulder width apart, back straight, hands clasped behind him, head held high, and eyes downcast.
Jack rose from the couch, liquid muscle. Then Jack circled him slowly, the heat of Jack's body radiating out to meet Daniel's skin. Daniel felt a tremor of want run through him as Jack reached out to sweep the pads of his fingers lightly over the angles and planes of Daniel's chest, abs, thighs, back, cock, and ass. And Daniel held his position, even knowing that he was thoroughly on display, stripped down to his bare essentials, exposed for Jack's inspection and evaluation.
"Good." Jack breathed the words hot over the nape of Daniel's neck. "You're fit to be my boy."
Daniel released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, exhaling in a rush. "Thank you, Sir."
Jack walked around him to retrieve the item that would complete Daniel's leather play set. Turning to face Daniel, collar in his left hand, Jack let the fingers of his right hand trace the contours of Daniel's face, lingering on his lips, before grazing over the expanse of skin at his neck that would soon be covered by the symbol of Jack's dominance and Daniel's willing submission. Then he lifted the collar, sliding it into place around Daniel's neck and securing the buckle so that it was just tight enough but not too tight.
There wasn't any audible click like could be expected if he had been wearing a metal collar, but Daniel shuddered anyway when it closed and Jack's hands fell away. He knew that he was wholly Jack's boy now, that Jack was his Sir, and that this would be the case until Jack decided to remove his collar. If he decided to do so.
Deep in his head, Daniel knew that Jack would release him from this submission tonight, but part of him couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he didn't, if he wanted this to continue indefinitely. It always added a bit of extra anxiety and longing to the tangle of emotions Daniel felt during a scene, but he always rode out whatever emotional waves came over him as honestly as possible, always made himself as much an open book as he could for his Sir. Jack expected that level of sincerity and trust, because it was necessary for this to work as beautifully as it did, but he also treasured how completely Daniel could give himself over to him in this way.
Jack brought a hand to Daniel's cheek and his thumb brushed back and forth over Daniel's lips as he spoke about his plans for the day.
"We'll eat first. Everything's prepared, so all you have to do is serve it. Then we'll head upstairs. I'm going to bind you today, Daniel. Your arms and your legs. Then I'm going take my pleasure from your mouth. Then we'll play some. And then I'll take my pleasure from your ass. Do you understand?"
Daniel nodded, breathing deep. At this point in the scene, he could, conceivably, call out his caution safeword, "yellow," if he felt like there was something on the agenda that pushed his boundaries too far and they needed to talk about it. But he'd never had to use either of his safewords with Jack and he didn't imagine that he ever would.
"Words, Daniel. I need to hear them."
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Then go arrange the meal and come get me when it's ready."
Daniel nodded, demure, and turned, heading towards the kitchen.
When Jack said everything was prepared, he really meant precisely what he said. Daniel was basically just moving items from their various holding places - oven, microwave, refrigerator, pantry, whatever - and setting the table. Then, when everything was setup he'd bring Jack in and serve him … as in wait on him in the manner of a devoted household servantboy … until his Sir was satisfied with the meal.
Neither of them were spectacular in the kitchen, both preferring the ease of ordering in, or eating out, or eating on base, or, in Daniel's case, too often not really eating at all. Jack actually could cook, though. If he wanted to, if he felt like it, if he had the time, and if he had someone to share it with. Daniel, sadly, or perhaps happily, depending on how you looked at it, would have more luck deciphering that some unknown set of alien scrolls were just recipes for ritual feasts, than he'd have putting an actual recipe from his home planet into use in a way that resulted in any kind of edible food.
Hence, the Christmas lunch-supper-feast-meal-thing-creation by Jack.
Salads, followed by steaks, baked potatoes, mixed vegetables, and double-fudge cake, didn't exactly make for a traditional Christmas dinner, but Jack liked them and Daniel liked Jack. So, really, it didn't matter in the least that their holiday provisions were outside the norm.
Daniel snorted, holding back a laugh.
Actually, the whole day was poised to be rather outside the norm. He was setting everything up for supper totally naked but for a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, for goodness' sake! He snorted again, and he was trying, really trying, not to laugh, but it suddenly felt like there was a triple dose of caffeine-laced sugar-coated uppers medicating his muscles.
He was anxious and giggly and just plain thinking too hard. He had to get a grip or he'd be sure to ruin everything.
Daniel peeked out at Jack before returning to a spot out of his view and took a deep breath, calming his inner flutters. He was more excited than he'd been on Christmas since … well … since he'd had a real Christmas, like with family and everything.
And that was a long time ago.
So much had happened since then, to him, to others around him, but somehow, somehow he'd ended up falling in with Jack, and somehow they'd found a balance between them, a way to give each other what they needed. Daniel knew he needed this, wanted this. He knew that Jack needed and wanted it too. And he really wanted to make everything as right and good as he could today.
So … deep … breath.
His heartbeat slowed, jumbled thoughts quieting. He wanted to give himself to his Sir completely, wanted to be the boy he craved. He knew he wasn't much, but … Jack always seemed to be able to see, in him, things that he desired, cared about, admired, worried over … and maybe kinda sorta even loved. So he would give Jack this, all of him, because he knew that somehow, for Jack, that would be enough.
He nodded once, to himself, then quickly, but meticulously, finished the meal preparations, and went to call his Sir to dinner.
Daniel walked into the living room and went to his knees in front of Jack, head bowed. Then, he waited. This was Jack's time. He was the man in charge, he was running the show, so if he didn't choose to acknowledge Daniel until all the food was cold, that was his right. But Daniel only had to wait a few moments before Jack reached out to ruffle his hair and spoke.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Your meal is ready, Sir."
"Well, alright then." He stood. "Walk with me."
"Yes, Sir." And he rose to follow, just behind and to the right.
At the table, Jack slid into his usual seat and Daniel waited on him, filling his plate, pouring his drink. Then he paused, watching Jack taste a bit of everything.
Some people would just think that Jack was lazy, and he could be, at least about insignificant things. But Daniel's service wasn't really about Jack. It was about Daniel and what he needed, how submission worked for him. He liked to serve, to be useful, to feel appreciated and cared for, whenever he was pleasing to his Sir, be it through something intimate or exotic, or something wholly mundane.
He could submerge all the neuroses of his typically overactive mind in trusting obedience, hide his mile-a-minute thoughts from view under the blanket of Jack's will, because he knew that Jack would never require him to do things beyond the few boundaries he still had in place.
This was the gifted submission of his mind.
And Daniel dutifully began to serve himself only when Jack motioned for him to do so, smirking his satisfaction at the meal he had put together, though Daniel was the one dishing it out. Before Daniel took his seat across the table, though, Jack brushed his hand over the outside of Daniel's right thigh, making his pulse race and his cock jump. But Jack didn't want anything, not like that, not right now. He was just running his hands over what was his, because he could and because that was what he felt like doing right then.
Sitting across from Jack, then, it was quiet as they ate. It wasn't that it was awkward, it wasn't. They were just enjoying good food and the nearness of each other, not to mention all their imaginings of pleasures yet to come. Jack finished first, but instead of getting up, Jack just sat and watched him. Daniel had been eating slowly but somewhat carelessly. Now that Jack's gaze was so intent on him, though, Daniel couldn't help wanting even this moment to be one where his Sir could find pleasure in his boy.
He lifted his fork and a square of soft cake to his lips, opening wide only to close those lips back around the fork as the taste of moist chocolate layers and creamy chocolate icing settled on his tongue. And he kept raising bits of cake and slipping them between his lips and over his tongue. Sometimes he even closed his eyes because the sweet of the flavor really was just that good. He wasn't trying to tease or trying to make a show of things, but savoring the last half of his piece of cake became a sensual experience. And even though he'd been eating slowly, he eventually ran out of things to eat, the last corner of his once substantial piece of chocolate cake brushing over his lips and into his eager mouth.
But then Jack was there, pulling the fork from his hand and tossing it on the table as he kissed his mouth open, forceful, a hand in his hair, and stole away the last of his cake before pulling Daniel's head back with a tug of his hand. Daniel didn't mind, though. As he licked his lips he tasted chocolate and Jack, which was clearly a flavor combination that his whole body enjoyed.
"Clear the table, then take some personal time. I'll be out in the living room. Be quick." Jack was in full authority mode as he spoke hot and harsh over Daniel's lips, but his orders were laced with desire and a little impatience held in check.
"Yes, Sir." Daniel couldn't imagine being anything less than quick right now. He wanted all this so much, the strength of his Sir bending him to his needs, the taste of Jack on his tongue. He needed this. Then Jack was kissing him again, lips hard on his, tongue rough and demanding, asserting his right to be here, to have this, to make Daniel into an instrument of pleasure.
The moment was done, then, and Jack was releasing his hair and his lips, giving him one long look again before walking off towards the living room. But Daniel had seen the tent at the top of Jack's pants and knew his Sir was aching to use him much more thoroughly.
His breath poured out of him with a rush as he rose and began to clear the table.
When he had put the food away and rinsed the dishes in the sink enough so the rest of the clean-up could be done in the morning, he went to relieve himself and wash the smell of food from his hands. Then he steadied himself for deep submission, with a deep breath and a conscious calming of his heart. In both mind and body he turned away from the true service part of his submission, toward what he knew to be the pleasure part of that submission. And he went to kneel beside his Sir.
On his knees, Jack petting over his hair, Daniel knew this was just a moment of waiting before the start of the real festivities, but despite his earlier impatience, Jack didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry. And, really, that suited Daniel just fine. He was still seeking that place of deep submission after the fiery kiss and the clearing of plates.
They were in tune like this a lot, especially when they were in formal dominant and submissive roles. They were almost of one mind when it came to caring for each other, even though they disagreed on nearly everything else.
Before Daniel knew it, his agitation was slipping away, a kind of tranquility filling him as he kneeled at the feet of his Sir, and he breathed deep, silently recommitting himself to the task of being a good boy for his Sir. He would wait for as long as Jack desired and he would do so without complaint. He just leaned into the brush of Jack's hand, content to just … be … with his Sir. And he held that conviction close to his heart as Jack sat and he knelt at his feet.
Then Jack stood, his fingers sliding from Daniel's hair and Daniel kept his eyes downcast until he felt Jack's fingers grazing over the skin of his cheek.
"Daniel, look at me."
He raised his eyes to meet Jack's and he shuddered when he saw the promise of passion and ownership in those eyes.
"Follow."
Daniel's breath caught as he nodded. "Yes, Sir."
They were only just starting, but Daniel's cock was already swelling as Jack straightened up and turned toward the stairs, putting his hand down in a gesture that said just how he wanted Daniel to follow. Crawling to heel, just behind and to the right.
A tremor of some unidentifiable emotion ran down his spine, but he bent, his hands and knees pulling him to his Sir, then up the stairs and into the bedroom as Jack moved through those spaces. When Jack stopped a few feet from the bottom of the bed, Daniel shifted back onto only his knees, his breathing labored from the walk and from the anticipation.
"Stay."
Daniel only nodded, but nothing more was expected of him just then. Jack leaned down to remove his glasses, placing them safely on the nightstand before he walked around behind him. Jack seemed to go about retrieving items, setting things up, and Daniel squinted a little, bringing the room into focus momentarily before giving up. He knew Jack wouldn't have taken off his glasses if he wanted him do anything that required perfect sight. Daniel knew he was safe with Jack. He could hear the clink-thud of metal hitting the floor and the rub of cotton rope being divided up and he shivered, his pulse beginning a steady increase in tempo.
Then he could feel the warmth of Jack's breath and body behind him.
"Kneel up with your legs spread wide."
Daniel complied, rising so that his knees were bent at ninety degrees and were spread as far apart as he could go without straining or losing his balance. Then he felt the cool metal of a spreader bar set low on his calves and his breath sped up. When Jack had said his legs would be bound, he'd imagined that they would be bound together or possibly bound up to his arms in some position of humility, but a spreader bar meant that Jack was going to bind him open, ensure that Daniel stayed spread wide for him to play with in whatever way he desired.
Daniel heard the rustle and slide of Jack preparing a length of rope behind him and he wondered how strictly he would be bound today and for how long.
Despite Jack's natural mastery of the rope, honed for Boy Scout badges and Special Ops training, they had only recently started exploring bondage in their play. It had kind of been on Daniel's list of soft limits when they started all this. He was willing to try a little here and there, if absolutely necessary, but he'd been bound and immobilized by so many different enemies, human and otherwise, that it honestly took him a long time to see the appeal.
Jack was patient with him, though, and Daniel knew Jack would take care of him. So, when Jack finally got him to set aside his anxieties for a play session, it had surprised them both how quickly he became caught up by the headiness of being helpless and wholly in the hands of someone who would be strict with him, but loving. Now, Daniel had nearly no problem with Jack doing sexy things with rope in any of their scenes.
He felt Jack adjust the spreader bar and lift one foot, then the other, to wind the rope over and under his calves and around the bar, pressing the metal into his skin and securing it there. Jack's fingers were skating over his skin, then, ankles to knees, knees to hips, and it felt like every brush of Jack's hand on him, made his body pulse with anticipation.
There was a gentle tug on his wrist as Jack pulled his arms up and behind his back, bending them at the elbow into a right angle and crossing one arm over the other. Then he encouraged his hands to each wrap around the opposite forearm, as if he was reaching for his elbows but didn't quite make it.
"Hold your arms crossed just like that. Don't grip too hard, though. I'm going to bind them just like that."
And Jack did, wrapping the rope around and around Daniel's crossed forearms, then up and around his biceps, sliding some lengths of rope through others, seeming to tie knots and shift things, tightening everything up, then letting his hands fall away. The wind of the rope tugged at Daniel's shoulders somewhat, but he breathed through the ache, trusting that Jack wouldn't push his body to breaking. Then he felt Jack move away and heard the hushed rustle and thump of Jack's sweats dropping down to the carpet.
Then Jack was walking back around in front of him, nude but for the band of leather that said he held the power here, that there was a reason Daniel was rope-bound, spread wide, and on his knees. Daniel blinked, his eyes deciding to bring him clarity for long enough to see that … damn … Jack was a handsome man. So much strength and confidence built up under his skin, but somehow not bulky, just … fuck.
Jack's cock was standing proud and wide, sloping upward, rigid and flushed with arousal. And Daniel's mouth watered to taste Jack, to make Jack moan from the feel of his mouth on him. He looked up at Jack, wanting to be closer, wanting to swallow Jack down and feel Jack shudder and come because of him. But Jack kept his dick just out of reach.
"What do you want, boy?"
"I want to suck your cock, Sir."
Jack approached, cock in hand, and Daniel wet his lips, parting them. Jack only brushed his cock over those lips, though, and Daniel wanted more, so he snaked out his tongue to taste Jack with a slow lick. But Jack pulled away.
"Not yet, boy. You haven't begged for the privilege."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I just …" I want to taste you so bad. "Please, Sir. May I please … service your cock … with my mouth?"
"Well, since you put it like that …"
Jack moved back in, his cock rubbing over Daniels lips again and Daniel opened wide, taking Jack's dick into his mouth. He loved the sound of Jack's slow exhale as he brought more and more of his cock down into the heat of his throat. And Daniel's own cock twitched every time Jack whispered "oh fuck" when he pulled back to roll his tongue over and around the head of his cock.
He was sucking Jack slowly, pulling the pleasure out of him, with every up and down slide of his lips over Jack's shaft and every stroke of his tongue against underside of Jack's dick.
It wasn't long before Jack was breathing hard, needing more, needing faster, and his fingers slid into Daniel's hair, holding tight as his hips began to piston, driving his dick in and out of Daniel's mouth. If Daniel had free use of his hands, they would be on Jack's hips, steadying his thrusts, but being so thoroughly bound meant he was powerless to do anything more than take it as Jack fucked his mouth none-too-gently. And damn did that make his dick throb.
Jack stilled with a noise, part-growl, part-groan. "Mmhhh. Take it all the way down, boy."
Daniel knew what Jack wanted and struggled to obey, relaxing his throat and sliding all the way down Jack's cock until his lips were wrapped around the base and he worked Jack's dick with his tongue and his throat. Then Jack growled again, his finger's slipping to the nape of Daniel's neck as he pumped his cock deep into Daniel's throat, his thrusts quick and harsh enough to make Daniel ache, but his own cock was so fucking hard from it all, from Jack using his mouth like this, making him a tool for his pleasure. And as Jack grunted, thrusting twice more before spilling his seed, hot, onto Daniel's tongue and down his throat, Daniel's own body shuddered, and it was like swallowing Jack's come fed the buzz of desire humming through his veins.
Fuck, he hoped that Jack would let him come soon, even though he knew his release would only be allowed after Jack had his fill of him.
Jack slipped his softening cock from between Daniel's lips with a sigh, letting the rise and fall of his chest slow for a moment.
"Clean me up."
Daniel nodded, slightly, before tilting his head forward and running his tongue over Jack's cock until it was clean of come and already beginning to twitch for the start of another round. Then Jack pulled back and walked around behind him.
"Lean back, into me."
Daniel didn't even have to think about it. He just leaned back, his bound form pressing into the front of Jack's body. It was like Jack was catching him from a fall, leveraging Daniel's bound arms and his own body strength to pull Daniel to standing, despite the way his legs were hobbled by the spreader bar. And Jack held him there, just like that, cradled in his arms and spoke low over his ear.
"I want you to walk to the bed, not right to the edge, but close. I'll tell you when to stop. It might feel a little awkward, but I'm right behind you. I won't let you fall."
Daniel knew that. He always had.
This thing with Jack was really about leaning on each other, like they were doing now. It was about interdependence, each knowing they could always find what they needed in the other. It was about care and trust and affection. It was about being understood so deeply that dark parts of them saw light. It was about being loved anyway. That was the deeper truth, even when he had surrendered like this, even when Jack was riding out the remnants of bliss and his own body was pulsating with desire.
Today may have been Christmas, but Daniel knew the truth of what they shared was a gift they carried with them every day.
So, when Jack released him and stepped away, it really wasn't a big production. Daniel walked slowly to the bed, his balance thrown off a little by the way his legs were spread, but he could feel the heat of Jack only a step behind him and he knew he would be just fine. Things would probably look a bit odd to anyone looking in from the outside, but they were alone and if they hadn't been, he probably wouldn't have noticed. He was focused on getting his legs to move in a coordinated manner, and he was focused on Jack. And he stopped, then, relieved, when Jack said "stop."
Jack came around to his side, then, arranging pillows on the bed, likely to prop him up and act as a barrier between his skin and the blanket. Then Jack was at his back again, pushing Daniel's face into the pillows, the wrap of the bindings and the angle of the position forcing his ass up into the air as Jack ran his hands over his body.
"Don't speak. The only things I want to hear coming out of your mouth are moans and grunts while I'm using you. If you're brash enough to speak when you haven't been asked a direct question, then I will punish you and your own pleasure won't be allowed any time soon. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Daniel flushed, breathing the words out. He knew he would try, but he knew that there was no way he'd get through this without being disciplined. Jack was adept at driving him out of his mind with need and he was totally exposed and powerless, an easy mark for all of Jack's methods of erotic torment. Even with strict silence orders in place, Daniel always begged for it to end while it was happening and Jack always kept working him over anyway. It was rough in the moment, but the ending was always damn amazing.
Then Daniel lost his place in his musings as Jack's hand stroked over his ass and down between his thighs, close but never close enough to Daniel's straining cock.
Jack's fingers were rough from his work over the years, but so warm and so perfectly Jack. They glided over Daniel's skin, everything that wasn't bound at least, and even with the parts that were, Jack made his presence known by tracing lightly over the surrounding rope.
Jack was mapping his territory, some of it bound because he desired it so, all of it marked by the heat of his touch.
The slender square of Daniel's shoulders and the curve of his bent and rope-wrapped arms belonged to his Sir. His bare back and all the muscles underneath, bunched from the measured pull of the knotted cotton around his arms, belonged to his Sir. And Jack had free reign over his ass … his thighs … his cock … and oh god did Jack remind him of that fact over and over with touches that made his dick throb but offered him no release and no promise of release anytime soon.
He could hear his own needy gasps every time Jack touched him, every time Jack ran his fingers down the cleft of his ass, and more than anything, he wanted to feel Jack in him, even just to feel Jack's fingers moving inside him would be a relief right now. His body was so strung tight with need, tighter than the bindings holding him in this position, holding him open for Jack's use. It made him tremble, hoping and wishing that Jack would stop teasing him, and just use him.
There wasn't technically any pain involved just yet, but this was definitely torture.
He felt Jack's hand slide down to cup his sac and he nearly cried out from the brush of Jack's palm over him. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak, but he couldn't … couldn't function anymore. He needed … needed Jack to use him, even if he was going to use him hard today. The play of Jack's fingers over his body was maddening.
"Please-" The words caught in his throat as he felt a stinging smack on his ass. But the heat and the sting of Jack's hand only made him want this, need this more, and he couldn't keep himself from begging for it. "Please- … please Sir- … oh god- … please- … need- … please- … anything- … please just- … please- … fuck me- … please-" The slap of Jack's hand on his skin continued as he gasped out pleas, begging to be used, to be fucked by his Sir.
"Daniel …" Jack's voice was smooth and patient, but expectant.
"Yes, Sir?"
"I'll use you when I'm ready … and not a moment before then. Do you understand?"
Oh god, how much longer? "I know, Sir- … I just- … oh god- … please- … going crazy- … Sir, please-" Jack spanked him once more, hard, and Daniel cried out, straining upwards and against his bonds, then he quieted, swallowing.
"When I'm ready."
Daniel shuddered, his voice a breathy whisper. "Yes, Sir."
He heard Jack moving behind him, then, and a soft whoosh sounded before a stinging warmth spreading just above his knee, on the inside of his thigh. Daniel inhaled sharply, a tremor of desire and dread running through him.
Fuck. Jack must have gotten out the riding crop.
Daniel remembered how the flat head at the end of the long handle was so small, but still so good at leaving little patches of stinging pink that Jack could build up to a burn that would make his eyes water while rushing blood down to his cock until it was thick and red with need.
And Jack was doing just that now, pulling ragged breaths from his throat with the rapid fall of the crop, striking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, one side then the other, alternating and inching upwards. Then Jack was laying into the curve of his ass, the flick and snap of the crop making Daniel's exhale into stuttered air until his ass must have been just as pink as the inside of his thighs.
Daniel moaned and gasped, half into the pillow under his head and half into the air, already heavy with the sound of leather hitting skin as Jack punished him for speaking out of turn. He struggled instinctively, his body wanting this but still trying to get away, and he was ever more aware of the bondage he was in. The restraint took the choice from him, allowing him to do nothing but be the obedient boy his Sir wanted to use like this, the boy his Sir wanted to bring pain and pleasure to like this. And he pressed out against those bonds, the coarse and unyielding cords just reinforcing the totality of his surrender.
This was the gifted submission of his body.
Jack's hand went to grip the left globe of his ass, pulling gently until every part of him was even more exposed. Then, oh god the tip of the crop was tapping slowly up and down the crease of his ass.
Daniel knew that these flicks of the crop were less forceful than when Jack was striking heartier parts of his skin, but fuck he was so sensitive there. His body shook from the intensity of sensation and the noises tumbling from his mouth were like "oh" on the exhale, but something clipped and half-swallowed on the inhale as the crop fell again and again.
But then the crop was only skimming over his skin there and Daniel struggled to find his breath. Jack stepped away, then, both his hand and his preferred instrument of discipline leaving Daniel's skin. He hardly had time to register that lack of contact, though, before he heard a bottle cap pop and felt Jack's hand slide back over his ass, opening him until he was gaping wide for his view. Then he felt the cool drip and pour of what was probably lube flowing down between the cheeks of his ass and over the ring of muscle Jack was preparing to breach with the thick of his cock.
Daniel heard the soft click as the bottle closed and Jack set it aside, but then Jack's fingers were following the slick trail of the lube and Daniel could do nothing but just … feel. He bit his lip with an "mmmm" punctuated with a rise in tone at the end that might have meant "please." But Jack took his time, sliding up and down the cleft of his ass before he finally, finally, pressed one finger into him. He felt Jack pumping that finger in and out only a few times before pulling out to slide over the crease again, then pressing two fingers into him, guiding them in and out of him, then scissoring them inside. Jack added a third finger, then, and it was tight, but fuck so good, even as Daniel adjusted to the girth of all the invading fingers.
Jack fucked him with the trio of those long, thick fingers until Daniel was riding back onto them, breathing rapid.
Jack pulled back then, his fingers sliding out of him, body shifting, and Daniel felt the blunt head of Jack's dick pressing at his entrance. He exhaled slowly as that slick cock pushed into him inch by inch by inch. Then he could feel the soft rub of Jack's sac against his ass and knew that he was full of cock, full of Jack, and his breathing became more labored, even though Jack wasn't moving much at all right now.
Sunk deep in his ass, Jack seemed to pause, running his hands over Daniel's bound arms, and down his sides, to sweep over his hips, and fuck Daniel wanted, needed, movement.
But Jack stayed just like that, thrumming fingers over Daniel's back until Daniel felt his body begin to tremble with mounting need. Every throb of Jack's cock felt almost like movement now, but, at the same time, it made him crave so much more. He rocked his hips as much as the restraints and the position would permit, gaining little and only earning himself a harsh smack on the ass that made him yelp.
"I'll fuck you when I want to, boy."
He swallowed the pleas on the tip of his tongue and tried to take a calming breath. "Yes, Sir." Jack was so in-control, so not giving in to him at all. And Daniel was reminded once again just how completely Jack was his Sir and that he would get only what Jack allowed him to have and only when he allowed him to have it. His Sir could use him however he liked and in whatever time would please him most.
Daniel knew he would be good, but he also knew that his cock would erupt like a fucking volcano whenever Jack finally did let him come.
Then Jack pulled his cock all the way out of him and the emptiness, after being so full for so long, had the same effect that the fullness had. Daniel moaned low when Jack's cock left him, only to make that moan double in length and loudness as Jack drove his cock back into him. Jack set a steady rhythm, then, sliding smoothly out and pushing roughly back in. He felt the flat of Jack's palms pressing against his hips as Jack's fingers curled into the bend at the top of his thighs. Jack was fucking him slow and hard and fuck it was so good. Each thrust of Jack's dick deep into his ass seemed to push more and more pleasure out into every cell of his body. It was like he was somehow extra sensitive because of the way Jack had made him ache for this.
The heat and sting of his well-spanked ass and thighs zinged pleasurepain to his cock with every rub of Jack's body against his. If he had been allowed to beg, Daniel knew he would be begging, desperately, shamelessly, for his Sir to slip a hand around his body and remind his aching and neglected cock what it felt like to have something more than indirect stimulation.
Then Jack shifted, his long, slow strokes in and out of his ass becoming more rapid and more powerful, pounding into him. Daniel grunted in time with Jack's thrusts, Jack's voice echoing his own. The pull of the rope was rough against his skin, but he was flying with his arms bound helpless, his legs spread wide, and his Sir fucking him so damn deep. It was all so good, god, so good. Jack was fucking him hard and fast and it seemed like Daniel couldn't pull in air fast enough, his groans and hitched breaths wordlessly communicating all the oh fuck, fuck me, fuck yes that his hardly functioning brain kept repeating over and over again as Jack rammed into his ass.
Jack's hand was creeping down from his hip, then, and as Daniel felt it close around his cock he bucked up, pulling Jack's dick impossibly deeper into him.
"Come for me."
It only took two strokes of Jack's fist on his cock for Daniel to lose himself, the heat of a long-delayed orgasm tightening every part of him before his pleasure peaked with a shouted moan. Bliss unfolded throughout his body as his cock pumped hot come onto the blanket and the floor below. And he felt the gush and heat of Jack's pleasure inside him as Jack groaned his own release behind and above him, thrusting into him one last time.
Then they were both still for a moment, breathing hard, and then Jack pulled slowly out of him with a long exhale.
Daniel was fully sated, but when he felt Jack's cock slip from his body, a bit of longing settled in anyway. But then Jack's hips were pressed back against his and he felt Jack fiddling with the ropes around his arms. The ache in his shoulders had grown since Jack first bound him, but he didn't remember when exactly he had strained against the ropes enough to feel their texture so deep in his skin. His thoughts had probably been elsewhere or, if it was toward the end there, he probably hadn't been thinking much at all. He wasn't really thinking much now, though, just breathing, floating down from some high inside him, trusting his Sir to bring him down and out of everything without damage.
When he felt the last length of rope slide away from his upper body, he shifted, knowing Jack expected him to stretch his arms, even if only for a second or two before they fell heavily to the bed, fatigued. Then Jack was down undoing the ropes twining over his calves and the spreader bar, and Daniel lifted his legs mindlessly and mechanically when Jack said to do so until his legs were free from bondage too. He heard Jack putting the bindings out of the way, but Daniel stayed there, bent and spread, even after the ropes had gone, because he was exhausted and because Jack hadn't told him he could move yet.
Then Jack was at his back again, rubbing soothing circles over his lower back. "Get up on the bed, Daniel, and lay out flat on your stomach for me."
"Yes, Sir." His voice was weak, sounding like it was coming from far away, as he climbed up onto the bed, taking the pillows with him to the headboard, and laid down on his stomach.
He felt Jack follow him up onto the bed and straddle his ass, kneeling. Then Jack's hands were pressing gently but firmly into the muscles of his back and arms until Daniel could feel the blood flowing normally again and the tension had seeped out of him. Jack moved to lay down next to him, then, telling Daniel to turn his way. When he did, his eyes stayed downcast, watching Jack lick his lips as Jack brought a hand up to rub over his arm before winding around his back and pulling him close. Daniel felt his body warm to Jack's heat and he relaxed into Jack's embrace as they came down together, both of them cared for, secure, and content.
It was a long time before either of them spoke, but eventually Daniel knew it was time to let this go, at least for now, even if a part of him never wanted this to end.
He spoke quietly, but his voice was steady and sure. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to serve you and pleasure you today."
And Jack sighed, rubbing once again up and down his back, lightly, a comforting sign of agreement and affection. "Thank you, boy, for the gift of your submission."
Then Jack slid down the bed to remove Daniel's ankle cuffs. Then he moved back up to undo the cuffs at his wrists. Then, finally, reverently, Jack unbuckled the clasp of Daniel's collar. He leaned in to claim Daniel's lips for a crushing kiss, then, as if to say you're still mine, all mine, collar or no, then he pulled back, giving a head nod in the direction of the bathroom.
"Why don't you go clean up?" A question now and not an order.
Daniel nodded, his tone soft. "Yeah … okay." A choice again and a respect known but not formally voiced.
And he rolled off of the bed and stood, retrieving his glasses from the nightstand, as he went to shower again, giving Jack time to clean up the aftermath of their play.
Later, as he was leaving the bathroom after his shower, Jack was headed his way, and they smiled secret smiles as Jack slipped past him to grab a shower of his own.
When he got back to the bedroom, Daniel looked all around for anything more he could do, but Jack had returned the room so perfectly back to its usual state that no one but them would ever know what a fantastic playroom it had been for the day. Then Daniel put on his favorite flannel pajamas, the ones Jack pretended to hate, and nestled under sheets still warm from the vigor of their afternoon fun.
He was just nodding off to sleep as Jack burrowed into the bed behind him and Jack gathered him up in his arms. His words tumbled out, then, a happy sleep-sigh. "Merry Christmas, Jack."
And Jack nuzzled his neck with a chuckle, wearing a smirk he couldn't see. But Daniel felt Jack's contentment in the good-natured rumble that followed him into his dreams. "Yeah, Daniel … very merry."
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Prompt: For finding_jay at phantisma's Christmas Kink!Athon (due Dec. 31) who requested - Jack/Daniel, spanking, neck!kink, bondage, flannel pajamas, trust, and a Christmas theme.
Word Count: ~8200 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash. Kink/BDSM. D/s. Bondage. Spanking. Impact play. Service!kink. Food!kink. Orgasm control/denial. Graphic m/m sex. Smut. Schmoop. Established relationship. Character study. Holiday theme. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: For Daniel, the best Christmas gift is being a gift for Jack … complete with leather accessories … and rope in lieu of wrapping paper.
Author's Notes: To finding_jay, I do hope you like it, dear. To everyone else, dude, this is my first SG-1 fic so don't shoot me or anything. Not even with a Zat. P.S. You could totally enjoy the smut and kink of this even if you don't know this fandom. Seriously! // My whole Jackdom Universe is available chronologically and in the order it was written.
"Daniel!"
"What, Jack?"
"What did I tell you about those pajamas?"
"Hmm, something I probably ignored because it was kind of pigheaded?"
"I highly doubt that."
"I don't!"
"C'mere you."
Daniel came into the living room from Jack's kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot cocoa, one with marshmallows and extra milk, the other dark with extra chocolate. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, he slipped in beside Jack on the couch, then swiveled, stretching out with his feet in Jack's lap.
"What's the fun of hot chocolate if you don't put marshmallows in it?"
"I just don't really like marshmallows." Daniel pushed his glasses up on his nose. "No sin in not liking marshmallows, Jack."
"Oh, I beg to differ."
"Well, we are watching A Christmas Story on ABC at your request, Jack, instead of the vastly more intellectually stimulating Christmas through the Ages on The History Channel. So … I'd say you should shut up about both the pajamas and the marshmallows … unless you want me to steal the remote back."
Jack grumbled, as Jack was wont to do, and gobbled down his mallow-mush-covered-cocoa. Daniel commented, often unconsciously, on cultural elements showcased in cheesy Christmas movies, and wiggled his toes in Jack's lap until Jack relented and gave one of his blissful foot massages. There may have even been some cuddling on the couch and mumble-muttering as they snuggled into the bed. But the quiet companionship of Christmas Eve wouldn't be what Daniel remembered most about this holiday.
No, he'd be like clichéd Christmas practitioners worldwide - sort of - and most fondly recall the gift he received - and gave - on Christmas Day.
When Daniel awoke late in the morning, he was the only one in the bed, which wasn't all that unusual, even on holidays, when Jack really didn't need to get up at the crack of dawn to do … whatever it was that Jack did when he got up at the crack of dawn. This morning was different, though, because Jack had left him a note on the nightstand, a gesture they could only use on rare occasions with the busyness of their lives nowadays. He reached for his glasses, slipping them on as he read over the words, once quickly, once slowly, then once again just for good measure.
Daniel,
Shower, prepare yourself and the room, then come and kneel beside me.
Your Sir
A thrill ran through him and he reverently traced the outlines of the thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs that had been set out for him alongside the letter.
This was sure to be an amazing Christmas.
He slid out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, where he took a long shower and made sure to get squeaky clean, from his head to his feet. Then he toweled down, finger-combing his hair, shaving his chin all up smooth, and brushing his teeth to a sparkling minty white, before returning to the bedroom to really prepare.
Daniel closed his eyes after he entered the room and focused on his breathing, slowly in, and slowly out. Then he went to the nightstand and slipped the cuffs into place, one by one by one by one. It was a ritual unto itself, preparing himself for a kink session with Jack. He had to allow himself to fall gracefully into the mindset of a dutiful submissive. He loved it, in the moment, and he loved the thought of it, even outside the moment, but it wasn't something he could just snap on or off with the flick of some internal switch. Jack knew that.
Jack gave him time to become the boy to his Sir.
As Daniel went about stripping the comforter off of the bed, he tried to find that stillness inside him, that place where he could find peace through service, through kneeling, and he also sought out the passion and enthusiasm inside that let him be the wanton, eager bottom to his lover's very in-control top. He felt the rise of dual emotions, calm and desire, when he covered the sheets with the soft well-worn blanket that had seen so many screaming orgasms, but somehow still managed to come out of the dryer stain-free. They had learned a long while ago that power-exchange play left them too exhausted to truly strip down the bedding and that it was hard to enjoy waking up sticky, so this kind of preparation meant easy clean up after the joys of their more strenuous activities.
And, of course, it added another layer of service to help ground Daniel in the moment before he went to kneel by his Sir.
When the room was ready for play, Daniel surveyed his handiwork and his cock rose slowly, remembering all the ways his Sir had used him in this room, imagining all the ways his Sir might use him today. The speed of his breaths increased and he closed his eyes one more time, letting anticipation for his complete submission wash over him, before heading down the stairs.
When he got to the living room, Daniel frowned only slightly, noting that Jack was continuing his cheesy movie marathon, but he forgot all about the television when he saw what Jack was wearing. Daniel had always thought Jack looked sexy in leather, but aside from the occasional way too sexy leather jacket, it just wasn't really Jack's thing. They'd compromised, though, when Daniel had found Jack a wide fitted leather armband that matched the cuff and collar set that Jack had bought for him. Even Jack could see how hot he looked with the strip of leather accentuating the definition of his bicep, especially when his toned chest was showing, but he only wore it when he was in full dominant mode, as a symbol of his role.
Approaching the back of the couch, Daniel could see the grey of Jack's loose-fitting Air Force sweatpants and the side of Jack's left arm, bare but for that leather band, and Daniel breathed deep again before going to his knees beside his Sir.
There was a time before Jack touched him, before Jack acknowledged his presence, but then Jack's fingers were stroking through his hair and Daniel relaxed into the feel of that contact, losing himself in the quiet of kneeling, in the peace of submission to his Sir.
Then Jack's hand in his hair stilled and Jack's voice flowed over him, deep and commanding. "Present yourself, boy."
Daniel sighed, breathy. "Yes, Sir."
He stood and went to face Jack, feet shoulder width apart, back straight, hands clasped behind him, head held high, and eyes downcast.
Jack rose from the couch, liquid muscle. Then Jack circled him slowly, the heat of Jack's body radiating out to meet Daniel's skin. Daniel felt a tremor of want run through him as Jack reached out to sweep the pads of his fingers lightly over the angles and planes of Daniel's chest, abs, thighs, back, cock, and ass. And Daniel held his position, even knowing that he was thoroughly on display, stripped down to his bare essentials, exposed for Jack's inspection and evaluation.
"Good." Jack breathed the words hot over the nape of Daniel's neck. "You're fit to be my boy."
Daniel released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, exhaling in a rush. "Thank you, Sir."
Jack walked around him to retrieve the item that would complete Daniel's leather play set. Turning to face Daniel, collar in his left hand, Jack let the fingers of his right hand trace the contours of Daniel's face, lingering on his lips, before grazing over the expanse of skin at his neck that would soon be covered by the symbol of Jack's dominance and Daniel's willing submission. Then he lifted the collar, sliding it into place around Daniel's neck and securing the buckle so that it was just tight enough but not too tight.
There wasn't any audible click like could be expected if he had been wearing a metal collar, but Daniel shuddered anyway when it closed and Jack's hands fell away. He knew that he was wholly Jack's boy now, that Jack was his Sir, and that this would be the case until Jack decided to remove his collar. If he decided to do so.
Deep in his head, Daniel knew that Jack would release him from this submission tonight, but part of him couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he didn't, if he wanted this to continue indefinitely. It always added a bit of extra anxiety and longing to the tangle of emotions Daniel felt during a scene, but he always rode out whatever emotional waves came over him as honestly as possible, always made himself as much an open book as he could for his Sir. Jack expected that level of sincerity and trust, because it was necessary for this to work as beautifully as it did, but he also treasured how completely Daniel could give himself over to him in this way.
Jack brought a hand to Daniel's cheek and his thumb brushed back and forth over Daniel's lips as he spoke about his plans for the day.
"We'll eat first. Everything's prepared, so all you have to do is serve it. Then we'll head upstairs. I'm going to bind you today, Daniel. Your arms and your legs. Then I'm going take my pleasure from your mouth. Then we'll play some. And then I'll take my pleasure from your ass. Do you understand?"
Daniel nodded, breathing deep. At this point in the scene, he could, conceivably, call out his caution safeword, "yellow," if he felt like there was something on the agenda that pushed his boundaries too far and they needed to talk about it. But he'd never had to use either of his safewords with Jack and he didn't imagine that he ever would.
"Words, Daniel. I need to hear them."
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Then go arrange the meal and come get me when it's ready."
Daniel nodded, demure, and turned, heading towards the kitchen.
When Jack said everything was prepared, he really meant precisely what he said. Daniel was basically just moving items from their various holding places - oven, microwave, refrigerator, pantry, whatever - and setting the table. Then, when everything was setup he'd bring Jack in and serve him … as in wait on him in the manner of a devoted household servantboy … until his Sir was satisfied with the meal.
Neither of them were spectacular in the kitchen, both preferring the ease of ordering in, or eating out, or eating on base, or, in Daniel's case, too often not really eating at all. Jack actually could cook, though. If he wanted to, if he felt like it, if he had the time, and if he had someone to share it with. Daniel, sadly, or perhaps happily, depending on how you looked at it, would have more luck deciphering that some unknown set of alien scrolls were just recipes for ritual feasts, than he'd have putting an actual recipe from his home planet into use in a way that resulted in any kind of edible food.
Hence, the Christmas lunch-supper-feast-meal-thing-creation by Jack.
Salads, followed by steaks, baked potatoes, mixed vegetables, and double-fudge cake, didn't exactly make for a traditional Christmas dinner, but Jack liked them and Daniel liked Jack. So, really, it didn't matter in the least that their holiday provisions were outside the norm.
Daniel snorted, holding back a laugh.
Actually, the whole day was poised to be rather outside the norm. He was setting everything up for supper totally naked but for a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, for goodness' sake! He snorted again, and he was trying, really trying, not to laugh, but it suddenly felt like there was a triple dose of caffeine-laced sugar-coated uppers medicating his muscles.
He was anxious and giggly and just plain thinking too hard. He had to get a grip or he'd be sure to ruin everything.
Daniel peeked out at Jack before returning to a spot out of his view and took a deep breath, calming his inner flutters. He was more excited than he'd been on Christmas since … well … since he'd had a real Christmas, like with family and everything.
And that was a long time ago.
So much had happened since then, to him, to others around him, but somehow, somehow he'd ended up falling in with Jack, and somehow they'd found a balance between them, a way to give each other what they needed. Daniel knew he needed this, wanted this. He knew that Jack needed and wanted it too. And he really wanted to make everything as right and good as he could today.
So … deep … breath.
His heartbeat slowed, jumbled thoughts quieting. He wanted to give himself to his Sir completely, wanted to be the boy he craved. He knew he wasn't much, but … Jack always seemed to be able to see, in him, things that he desired, cared about, admired, worried over … and maybe kinda sorta even loved. So he would give Jack this, all of him, because he knew that somehow, for Jack, that would be enough.
He nodded once, to himself, then quickly, but meticulously, finished the meal preparations, and went to call his Sir to dinner.
Daniel walked into the living room and went to his knees in front of Jack, head bowed. Then, he waited. This was Jack's time. He was the man in charge, he was running the show, so if he didn't choose to acknowledge Daniel until all the food was cold, that was his right. But Daniel only had to wait a few moments before Jack reached out to ruffle his hair and spoke.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Your meal is ready, Sir."
"Well, alright then." He stood. "Walk with me."
"Yes, Sir." And he rose to follow, just behind and to the right.
At the table, Jack slid into his usual seat and Daniel waited on him, filling his plate, pouring his drink. Then he paused, watching Jack taste a bit of everything.
Some people would just think that Jack was lazy, and he could be, at least about insignificant things. But Daniel's service wasn't really about Jack. It was about Daniel and what he needed, how submission worked for him. He liked to serve, to be useful, to feel appreciated and cared for, whenever he was pleasing to his Sir, be it through something intimate or exotic, or something wholly mundane.
He could submerge all the neuroses of his typically overactive mind in trusting obedience, hide his mile-a-minute thoughts from view under the blanket of Jack's will, because he knew that Jack would never require him to do things beyond the few boundaries he still had in place.
This was the gifted submission of his mind.
And Daniel dutifully began to serve himself only when Jack motioned for him to do so, smirking his satisfaction at the meal he had put together, though Daniel was the one dishing it out. Before Daniel took his seat across the table, though, Jack brushed his hand over the outside of Daniel's right thigh, making his pulse race and his cock jump. But Jack didn't want anything, not like that, not right now. He was just running his hands over what was his, because he could and because that was what he felt like doing right then.
Sitting across from Jack, then, it was quiet as they ate. It wasn't that it was awkward, it wasn't. They were just enjoying good food and the nearness of each other, not to mention all their imaginings of pleasures yet to come. Jack finished first, but instead of getting up, Jack just sat and watched him. Daniel had been eating slowly but somewhat carelessly. Now that Jack's gaze was so intent on him, though, Daniel couldn't help wanting even this moment to be one where his Sir could find pleasure in his boy.
He lifted his fork and a square of soft cake to his lips, opening wide only to close those lips back around the fork as the taste of moist chocolate layers and creamy chocolate icing settled on his tongue. And he kept raising bits of cake and slipping them between his lips and over his tongue. Sometimes he even closed his eyes because the sweet of the flavor really was just that good. He wasn't trying to tease or trying to make a show of things, but savoring the last half of his piece of cake became a sensual experience. And even though he'd been eating slowly, he eventually ran out of things to eat, the last corner of his once substantial piece of chocolate cake brushing over his lips and into his eager mouth.
But then Jack was there, pulling the fork from his hand and tossing it on the table as he kissed his mouth open, forceful, a hand in his hair, and stole away the last of his cake before pulling Daniel's head back with a tug of his hand. Daniel didn't mind, though. As he licked his lips he tasted chocolate and Jack, which was clearly a flavor combination that his whole body enjoyed.
"Clear the table, then take some personal time. I'll be out in the living room. Be quick." Jack was in full authority mode as he spoke hot and harsh over Daniel's lips, but his orders were laced with desire and a little impatience held in check.
"Yes, Sir." Daniel couldn't imagine being anything less than quick right now. He wanted all this so much, the strength of his Sir bending him to his needs, the taste of Jack on his tongue. He needed this. Then Jack was kissing him again, lips hard on his, tongue rough and demanding, asserting his right to be here, to have this, to make Daniel into an instrument of pleasure.
The moment was done, then, and Jack was releasing his hair and his lips, giving him one long look again before walking off towards the living room. But Daniel had seen the tent at the top of Jack's pants and knew his Sir was aching to use him much more thoroughly.
His breath poured out of him with a rush as he rose and began to clear the table.
When he had put the food away and rinsed the dishes in the sink enough so the rest of the clean-up could be done in the morning, he went to relieve himself and wash the smell of food from his hands. Then he steadied himself for deep submission, with a deep breath and a conscious calming of his heart. In both mind and body he turned away from the true service part of his submission, toward what he knew to be the pleasure part of that submission. And he went to kneel beside his Sir.
On his knees, Jack petting over his hair, Daniel knew this was just a moment of waiting before the start of the real festivities, but despite his earlier impatience, Jack didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry. And, really, that suited Daniel just fine. He was still seeking that place of deep submission after the fiery kiss and the clearing of plates.
They were in tune like this a lot, especially when they were in formal dominant and submissive roles. They were almost of one mind when it came to caring for each other, even though they disagreed on nearly everything else.
Before Daniel knew it, his agitation was slipping away, a kind of tranquility filling him as he kneeled at the feet of his Sir, and he breathed deep, silently recommitting himself to the task of being a good boy for his Sir. He would wait for as long as Jack desired and he would do so without complaint. He just leaned into the brush of Jack's hand, content to just … be … with his Sir. And he held that conviction close to his heart as Jack sat and he knelt at his feet.
Then Jack stood, his fingers sliding from Daniel's hair and Daniel kept his eyes downcast until he felt Jack's fingers grazing over the skin of his cheek.
"Daniel, look at me."
He raised his eyes to meet Jack's and he shuddered when he saw the promise of passion and ownership in those eyes.
"Follow."
Daniel's breath caught as he nodded. "Yes, Sir."
They were only just starting, but Daniel's cock was already swelling as Jack straightened up and turned toward the stairs, putting his hand down in a gesture that said just how he wanted Daniel to follow. Crawling to heel, just behind and to the right.
A tremor of some unidentifiable emotion ran down his spine, but he bent, his hands and knees pulling him to his Sir, then up the stairs and into the bedroom as Jack moved through those spaces. When Jack stopped a few feet from the bottom of the bed, Daniel shifted back onto only his knees, his breathing labored from the walk and from the anticipation.
"Stay."
Daniel only nodded, but nothing more was expected of him just then. Jack leaned down to remove his glasses, placing them safely on the nightstand before he walked around behind him. Jack seemed to go about retrieving items, setting things up, and Daniel squinted a little, bringing the room into focus momentarily before giving up. He knew Jack wouldn't have taken off his glasses if he wanted him do anything that required perfect sight. Daniel knew he was safe with Jack. He could hear the clink-thud of metal hitting the floor and the rub of cotton rope being divided up and he shivered, his pulse beginning a steady increase in tempo.
Then he could feel the warmth of Jack's breath and body behind him.
"Kneel up with your legs spread wide."
Daniel complied, rising so that his knees were bent at ninety degrees and were spread as far apart as he could go without straining or losing his balance. Then he felt the cool metal of a spreader bar set low on his calves and his breath sped up. When Jack had said his legs would be bound, he'd imagined that they would be bound together or possibly bound up to his arms in some position of humility, but a spreader bar meant that Jack was going to bind him open, ensure that Daniel stayed spread wide for him to play with in whatever way he desired.
Daniel heard the rustle and slide of Jack preparing a length of rope behind him and he wondered how strictly he would be bound today and for how long.
Despite Jack's natural mastery of the rope, honed for Boy Scout badges and Special Ops training, they had only recently started exploring bondage in their play. It had kind of been on Daniel's list of soft limits when they started all this. He was willing to try a little here and there, if absolutely necessary, but he'd been bound and immobilized by so many different enemies, human and otherwise, that it honestly took him a long time to see the appeal.
Jack was patient with him, though, and Daniel knew Jack would take care of him. So, when Jack finally got him to set aside his anxieties for a play session, it had surprised them both how quickly he became caught up by the headiness of being helpless and wholly in the hands of someone who would be strict with him, but loving. Now, Daniel had nearly no problem with Jack doing sexy things with rope in any of their scenes.
He felt Jack adjust the spreader bar and lift one foot, then the other, to wind the rope over and under his calves and around the bar, pressing the metal into his skin and securing it there. Jack's fingers were skating over his skin, then, ankles to knees, knees to hips, and it felt like every brush of Jack's hand on him, made his body pulse with anticipation.
There was a gentle tug on his wrist as Jack pulled his arms up and behind his back, bending them at the elbow into a right angle and crossing one arm over the other. Then he encouraged his hands to each wrap around the opposite forearm, as if he was reaching for his elbows but didn't quite make it.
"Hold your arms crossed just like that. Don't grip too hard, though. I'm going to bind them just like that."
And Jack did, wrapping the rope around and around Daniel's crossed forearms, then up and around his biceps, sliding some lengths of rope through others, seeming to tie knots and shift things, tightening everything up, then letting his hands fall away. The wind of the rope tugged at Daniel's shoulders somewhat, but he breathed through the ache, trusting that Jack wouldn't push his body to breaking. Then he felt Jack move away and heard the hushed rustle and thump of Jack's sweats dropping down to the carpet.
Then Jack was walking back around in front of him, nude but for the band of leather that said he held the power here, that there was a reason Daniel was rope-bound, spread wide, and on his knees. Daniel blinked, his eyes deciding to bring him clarity for long enough to see that … damn … Jack was a handsome man. So much strength and confidence built up under his skin, but somehow not bulky, just … fuck.
Jack's cock was standing proud and wide, sloping upward, rigid and flushed with arousal. And Daniel's mouth watered to taste Jack, to make Jack moan from the feel of his mouth on him. He looked up at Jack, wanting to be closer, wanting to swallow Jack down and feel Jack shudder and come because of him. But Jack kept his dick just out of reach.
"What do you want, boy?"
"I want to suck your cock, Sir."
Jack approached, cock in hand, and Daniel wet his lips, parting them. Jack only brushed his cock over those lips, though, and Daniel wanted more, so he snaked out his tongue to taste Jack with a slow lick. But Jack pulled away.
"Not yet, boy. You haven't begged for the privilege."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I just …" I want to taste you so bad. "Please, Sir. May I please … service your cock … with my mouth?"
"Well, since you put it like that …"
Jack moved back in, his cock rubbing over Daniels lips again and Daniel opened wide, taking Jack's dick into his mouth. He loved the sound of Jack's slow exhale as he brought more and more of his cock down into the heat of his throat. And Daniel's own cock twitched every time Jack whispered "oh fuck" when he pulled back to roll his tongue over and around the head of his cock.
He was sucking Jack slowly, pulling the pleasure out of him, with every up and down slide of his lips over Jack's shaft and every stroke of his tongue against underside of Jack's dick.
It wasn't long before Jack was breathing hard, needing more, needing faster, and his fingers slid into Daniel's hair, holding tight as his hips began to piston, driving his dick in and out of Daniel's mouth. If Daniel had free use of his hands, they would be on Jack's hips, steadying his thrusts, but being so thoroughly bound meant he was powerless to do anything more than take it as Jack fucked his mouth none-too-gently. And damn did that make his dick throb.
Jack stilled with a noise, part-growl, part-groan. "Mmhhh. Take it all the way down, boy."
Daniel knew what Jack wanted and struggled to obey, relaxing his throat and sliding all the way down Jack's cock until his lips were wrapped around the base and he worked Jack's dick with his tongue and his throat. Then Jack growled again, his finger's slipping to the nape of Daniel's neck as he pumped his cock deep into Daniel's throat, his thrusts quick and harsh enough to make Daniel ache, but his own cock was so fucking hard from it all, from Jack using his mouth like this, making him a tool for his pleasure. And as Jack grunted, thrusting twice more before spilling his seed, hot, onto Daniel's tongue and down his throat, Daniel's own body shuddered, and it was like swallowing Jack's come fed the buzz of desire humming through his veins.
Fuck, he hoped that Jack would let him come soon, even though he knew his release would only be allowed after Jack had his fill of him.
Jack slipped his softening cock from between Daniel's lips with a sigh, letting the rise and fall of his chest slow for a moment.
"Clean me up."
Daniel nodded, slightly, before tilting his head forward and running his tongue over Jack's cock until it was clean of come and already beginning to twitch for the start of another round. Then Jack pulled back and walked around behind him.
"Lean back, into me."
Daniel didn't even have to think about it. He just leaned back, his bound form pressing into the front of Jack's body. It was like Jack was catching him from a fall, leveraging Daniel's bound arms and his own body strength to pull Daniel to standing, despite the way his legs were hobbled by the spreader bar. And Jack held him there, just like that, cradled in his arms and spoke low over his ear.
"I want you to walk to the bed, not right to the edge, but close. I'll tell you when to stop. It might feel a little awkward, but I'm right behind you. I won't let you fall."
Daniel knew that. He always had.
This thing with Jack was really about leaning on each other, like they were doing now. It was about interdependence, each knowing they could always find what they needed in the other. It was about care and trust and affection. It was about being understood so deeply that dark parts of them saw light. It was about being loved anyway. That was the deeper truth, even when he had surrendered like this, even when Jack was riding out the remnants of bliss and his own body was pulsating with desire.
Today may have been Christmas, but Daniel knew the truth of what they shared was a gift they carried with them every day.
So, when Jack released him and stepped away, it really wasn't a big production. Daniel walked slowly to the bed, his balance thrown off a little by the way his legs were spread, but he could feel the heat of Jack only a step behind him and he knew he would be just fine. Things would probably look a bit odd to anyone looking in from the outside, but they were alone and if they hadn't been, he probably wouldn't have noticed. He was focused on getting his legs to move in a coordinated manner, and he was focused on Jack. And he stopped, then, relieved, when Jack said "stop."
Jack came around to his side, then, arranging pillows on the bed, likely to prop him up and act as a barrier between his skin and the blanket. Then Jack was at his back again, pushing Daniel's face into the pillows, the wrap of the bindings and the angle of the position forcing his ass up into the air as Jack ran his hands over his body.
"Don't speak. The only things I want to hear coming out of your mouth are moans and grunts while I'm using you. If you're brash enough to speak when you haven't been asked a direct question, then I will punish you and your own pleasure won't be allowed any time soon. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Daniel flushed, breathing the words out. He knew he would try, but he knew that there was no way he'd get through this without being disciplined. Jack was adept at driving him out of his mind with need and he was totally exposed and powerless, an easy mark for all of Jack's methods of erotic torment. Even with strict silence orders in place, Daniel always begged for it to end while it was happening and Jack always kept working him over anyway. It was rough in the moment, but the ending was always damn amazing.
Then Daniel lost his place in his musings as Jack's hand stroked over his ass and down between his thighs, close but never close enough to Daniel's straining cock.
Jack's fingers were rough from his work over the years, but so warm and so perfectly Jack. They glided over Daniel's skin, everything that wasn't bound at least, and even with the parts that were, Jack made his presence known by tracing lightly over the surrounding rope.
Jack was mapping his territory, some of it bound because he desired it so, all of it marked by the heat of his touch.
The slender square of Daniel's shoulders and the curve of his bent and rope-wrapped arms belonged to his Sir. His bare back and all the muscles underneath, bunched from the measured pull of the knotted cotton around his arms, belonged to his Sir. And Jack had free reign over his ass … his thighs … his cock … and oh god did Jack remind him of that fact over and over with touches that made his dick throb but offered him no release and no promise of release anytime soon.
He could hear his own needy gasps every time Jack touched him, every time Jack ran his fingers down the cleft of his ass, and more than anything, he wanted to feel Jack in him, even just to feel Jack's fingers moving inside him would be a relief right now. His body was so strung tight with need, tighter than the bindings holding him in this position, holding him open for Jack's use. It made him tremble, hoping and wishing that Jack would stop teasing him, and just use him.
There wasn't technically any pain involved just yet, but this was definitely torture.
He felt Jack's hand slide down to cup his sac and he nearly cried out from the brush of Jack's palm over him. He knew he wasn't supposed to speak, but he couldn't … couldn't function anymore. He needed … needed Jack to use him, even if he was going to use him hard today. The play of Jack's fingers over his body was maddening.
"Please-" The words caught in his throat as he felt a stinging smack on his ass. But the heat and the sting of Jack's hand only made him want this, need this more, and he couldn't keep himself from begging for it. "Please- … please Sir- … oh god- … please- … need- … please- … anything- … please just- … please- … fuck me- … please-" The slap of Jack's hand on his skin continued as he gasped out pleas, begging to be used, to be fucked by his Sir.
"Daniel …" Jack's voice was smooth and patient, but expectant.
"Yes, Sir?"
"I'll use you when I'm ready … and not a moment before then. Do you understand?"
Oh god, how much longer? "I know, Sir- … I just- … oh god- … please- … going crazy- … Sir, please-" Jack spanked him once more, hard, and Daniel cried out, straining upwards and against his bonds, then he quieted, swallowing.
"When I'm ready."
Daniel shuddered, his voice a breathy whisper. "Yes, Sir."
He heard Jack moving behind him, then, and a soft whoosh sounded before a stinging warmth spreading just above his knee, on the inside of his thigh. Daniel inhaled sharply, a tremor of desire and dread running through him.
Fuck. Jack must have gotten out the riding crop.
Daniel remembered how the flat head at the end of the long handle was so small, but still so good at leaving little patches of stinging pink that Jack could build up to a burn that would make his eyes water while rushing blood down to his cock until it was thick and red with need.
And Jack was doing just that now, pulling ragged breaths from his throat with the rapid fall of the crop, striking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, one side then the other, alternating and inching upwards. Then Jack was laying into the curve of his ass, the flick and snap of the crop making Daniel's exhale into stuttered air until his ass must have been just as pink as the inside of his thighs.
Daniel moaned and gasped, half into the pillow under his head and half into the air, already heavy with the sound of leather hitting skin as Jack punished him for speaking out of turn. He struggled instinctively, his body wanting this but still trying to get away, and he was ever more aware of the bondage he was in. The restraint took the choice from him, allowing him to do nothing but be the obedient boy his Sir wanted to use like this, the boy his Sir wanted to bring pain and pleasure to like this. And he pressed out against those bonds, the coarse and unyielding cords just reinforcing the totality of his surrender.
This was the gifted submission of his body.
Jack's hand went to grip the left globe of his ass, pulling gently until every part of him was even more exposed. Then, oh god the tip of the crop was tapping slowly up and down the crease of his ass.
Daniel knew that these flicks of the crop were less forceful than when Jack was striking heartier parts of his skin, but fuck he was so sensitive there. His body shook from the intensity of sensation and the noises tumbling from his mouth were like "oh" on the exhale, but something clipped and half-swallowed on the inhale as the crop fell again and again.
But then the crop was only skimming over his skin there and Daniel struggled to find his breath. Jack stepped away, then, both his hand and his preferred instrument of discipline leaving Daniel's skin. He hardly had time to register that lack of contact, though, before he heard a bottle cap pop and felt Jack's hand slide back over his ass, opening him until he was gaping wide for his view. Then he felt the cool drip and pour of what was probably lube flowing down between the cheeks of his ass and over the ring of muscle Jack was preparing to breach with the thick of his cock.
Daniel heard the soft click as the bottle closed and Jack set it aside, but then Jack's fingers were following the slick trail of the lube and Daniel could do nothing but just … feel. He bit his lip with an "mmmm" punctuated with a rise in tone at the end that might have meant "please." But Jack took his time, sliding up and down the cleft of his ass before he finally, finally, pressed one finger into him. He felt Jack pumping that finger in and out only a few times before pulling out to slide over the crease again, then pressing two fingers into him, guiding them in and out of him, then scissoring them inside. Jack added a third finger, then, and it was tight, but fuck so good, even as Daniel adjusted to the girth of all the invading fingers.
Jack fucked him with the trio of those long, thick fingers until Daniel was riding back onto them, breathing rapid.
Jack pulled back then, his fingers sliding out of him, body shifting, and Daniel felt the blunt head of Jack's dick pressing at his entrance. He exhaled slowly as that slick cock pushed into him inch by inch by inch. Then he could feel the soft rub of Jack's sac against his ass and knew that he was full of cock, full of Jack, and his breathing became more labored, even though Jack wasn't moving much at all right now.
Sunk deep in his ass, Jack seemed to pause, running his hands over Daniel's bound arms, and down his sides, to sweep over his hips, and fuck Daniel wanted, needed, movement.
But Jack stayed just like that, thrumming fingers over Daniel's back until Daniel felt his body begin to tremble with mounting need. Every throb of Jack's cock felt almost like movement now, but, at the same time, it made him crave so much more. He rocked his hips as much as the restraints and the position would permit, gaining little and only earning himself a harsh smack on the ass that made him yelp.
"I'll fuck you when I want to, boy."
He swallowed the pleas on the tip of his tongue and tried to take a calming breath. "Yes, Sir." Jack was so in-control, so not giving in to him at all. And Daniel was reminded once again just how completely Jack was his Sir and that he would get only what Jack allowed him to have and only when he allowed him to have it. His Sir could use him however he liked and in whatever time would please him most.
Daniel knew he would be good, but he also knew that his cock would erupt like a fucking volcano whenever Jack finally did let him come.
Then Jack pulled his cock all the way out of him and the emptiness, after being so full for so long, had the same effect that the fullness had. Daniel moaned low when Jack's cock left him, only to make that moan double in length and loudness as Jack drove his cock back into him. Jack set a steady rhythm, then, sliding smoothly out and pushing roughly back in. He felt the flat of Jack's palms pressing against his hips as Jack's fingers curled into the bend at the top of his thighs. Jack was fucking him slow and hard and fuck it was so good. Each thrust of Jack's dick deep into his ass seemed to push more and more pleasure out into every cell of his body. It was like he was somehow extra sensitive because of the way Jack had made him ache for this.
The heat and sting of his well-spanked ass and thighs zinged pleasurepain to his cock with every rub of Jack's body against his. If he had been allowed to beg, Daniel knew he would be begging, desperately, shamelessly, for his Sir to slip a hand around his body and remind his aching and neglected cock what it felt like to have something more than indirect stimulation.
Then Jack shifted, his long, slow strokes in and out of his ass becoming more rapid and more powerful, pounding into him. Daniel grunted in time with Jack's thrusts, Jack's voice echoing his own. The pull of the rope was rough against his skin, but he was flying with his arms bound helpless, his legs spread wide, and his Sir fucking him so damn deep. It was all so good, god, so good. Jack was fucking him hard and fast and it seemed like Daniel couldn't pull in air fast enough, his groans and hitched breaths wordlessly communicating all the oh fuck, fuck me, fuck yes that his hardly functioning brain kept repeating over and over again as Jack rammed into his ass.
Jack's hand was creeping down from his hip, then, and as Daniel felt it close around his cock he bucked up, pulling Jack's dick impossibly deeper into him.
"Come for me."
It only took two strokes of Jack's fist on his cock for Daniel to lose himself, the heat of a long-delayed orgasm tightening every part of him before his pleasure peaked with a shouted moan. Bliss unfolded throughout his body as his cock pumped hot come onto the blanket and the floor below. And he felt the gush and heat of Jack's pleasure inside him as Jack groaned his own release behind and above him, thrusting into him one last time.
Then they were both still for a moment, breathing hard, and then Jack pulled slowly out of him with a long exhale.
Daniel was fully sated, but when he felt Jack's cock slip from his body, a bit of longing settled in anyway. But then Jack's hips were pressed back against his and he felt Jack fiddling with the ropes around his arms. The ache in his shoulders had grown since Jack first bound him, but he didn't remember when exactly he had strained against the ropes enough to feel their texture so deep in his skin. His thoughts had probably been elsewhere or, if it was toward the end there, he probably hadn't been thinking much at all. He wasn't really thinking much now, though, just breathing, floating down from some high inside him, trusting his Sir to bring him down and out of everything without damage.
When he felt the last length of rope slide away from his upper body, he shifted, knowing Jack expected him to stretch his arms, even if only for a second or two before they fell heavily to the bed, fatigued. Then Jack was down undoing the ropes twining over his calves and the spreader bar, and Daniel lifted his legs mindlessly and mechanically when Jack said to do so until his legs were free from bondage too. He heard Jack putting the bindings out of the way, but Daniel stayed there, bent and spread, even after the ropes had gone, because he was exhausted and because Jack hadn't told him he could move yet.
Then Jack was at his back again, rubbing soothing circles over his lower back. "Get up on the bed, Daniel, and lay out flat on your stomach for me."
"Yes, Sir." His voice was weak, sounding like it was coming from far away, as he climbed up onto the bed, taking the pillows with him to the headboard, and laid down on his stomach.
He felt Jack follow him up onto the bed and straddle his ass, kneeling. Then Jack's hands were pressing gently but firmly into the muscles of his back and arms until Daniel could feel the blood flowing normally again and the tension had seeped out of him. Jack moved to lay down next to him, then, telling Daniel to turn his way. When he did, his eyes stayed downcast, watching Jack lick his lips as Jack brought a hand up to rub over his arm before winding around his back and pulling him close. Daniel felt his body warm to Jack's heat and he relaxed into Jack's embrace as they came down together, both of them cared for, secure, and content.
It was a long time before either of them spoke, but eventually Daniel knew it was time to let this go, at least for now, even if a part of him never wanted this to end.
He spoke quietly, but his voice was steady and sure. "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to serve you and pleasure you today."
And Jack sighed, rubbing once again up and down his back, lightly, a comforting sign of agreement and affection. "Thank you, boy, for the gift of your submission."
Then Jack slid down the bed to remove Daniel's ankle cuffs. Then he moved back up to undo the cuffs at his wrists. Then, finally, reverently, Jack unbuckled the clasp of Daniel's collar. He leaned in to claim Daniel's lips for a crushing kiss, then, as if to say you're still mine, all mine, collar or no, then he pulled back, giving a head nod in the direction of the bathroom.
"Why don't you go clean up?" A question now and not an order.
Daniel nodded, his tone soft. "Yeah … okay." A choice again and a respect known but not formally voiced.
And he rolled off of the bed and stood, retrieving his glasses from the nightstand, as he went to shower again, giving Jack time to clean up the aftermath of their play.
Later, as he was leaving the bathroom after his shower, Jack was headed his way, and they smiled secret smiles as Jack slipped past him to grab a shower of his own.
When he got back to the bedroom, Daniel looked all around for anything more he could do, but Jack had returned the room so perfectly back to its usual state that no one but them would ever know what a fantastic playroom it had been for the day. Then Daniel put on his favorite flannel pajamas, the ones Jack pretended to hate, and nestled under sheets still warm from the vigor of their afternoon fun.
He was just nodding off to sleep as Jack burrowed into the bed behind him and Jack gathered him up in his arms. His words tumbled out, then, a happy sleep-sigh. "Merry Christmas, Jack."
And Jack nuzzled his neck with a chuckle, wearing a smirk he couldn't see. But Daniel felt Jack's contentment in the good-natured rumble that followed him into his dreams. "Yeah, Daniel … very merry."