I cannot stop thinking about Blade…
He wants it hard and fast, rough and bruising. Honestly, some part of it probably is a self imposed punishment. Let's be real, he probably doesn’t think he deserves anything else. But he’s an old man who's been through so much, obviously you need to prove him wrong and show him how much he really deserves.
Undress him slowly, trace over every scar with your fingers and then repeat with gentle kisses instead. All the while he's huffing, trying to goad you into hurrying up, telling you to knock it off and get to it. He won’t actually stop you, though. Really, he’s surprisingly well behaved, and when you tell him to hush, he does.
Move your attention to his chest, squeezing and massaging his rather sizable pecs. Brush your thumbs across his sensitive nipples, tease him just a bit before you really get into it. Rub nice little circles around them, grasp and pinch them between your thumb and forefinger, tug just a bit and before long, he’ll be squirming beneath you, trying to hide just how much he actually enjoys this.
And if you put your mouth on them? He’s gasping, biting his lip, arching into your touch. You could never get him to admit it, but he loves the attention on his chest. Circle your tongue over one, pull it into your mouth and suck. Bite his nipple and you’ll have him whining beneath you, thrusting his hips up to get the littlest bit of friction on his dick. Just a bit more of this and he’ll even be close to begging, but you’re supposed to be nice to him this time, aren’t you?
Before he can finally be reduced to begging, move to sit between his legs, finger him open slowly, brush your fingers against his prostate just enough to tease. Despite how much he believes he doesn't deserve your gentle touches, he can’t deny how much he secretly enjoys when you deny him what he “wants”, when you take things at your own pace and show him such pleasurable kindness.
When you’ve finally pushed your way inside him, his legs wrapped around your waist, keep the same slow, gentle pace. Lean over to whisper praises and declarations of adoration in his ear whilst fucking into him and soon enough, you’ll finally break him. He’s grasping at you, groaning and whining, begging for more. Of your touch or your words it's hard to tell which one he means, but who are you to deny him either?
When all is said and done, just hold him close. He’s a man of few words, he won’t tell you what he needs or how he feels. But, with the way he leans into your touch, the way his eyes close and he finally is able to rest, it’s obvious how much he trusts you, appreciates the way you take care of him. And for someone like him, the way you provide gentle care unprompted, allow him small reprieves from his daily torments, it means more to him than he could ever express.