It had been a minute since Vic and Gabby hung out. Sure, they texted and talked whenever Gabby came by the place. Heck, Vic even pretended to rent out books for the boys just so he could say hi to his librarian boyfriend… But was he Vic’s boyfriend? They never said anything about that. All they did was kiss on Halloween. That could have just been a one time thing, though. Maybe after that, they’d never kiss again. Maybe Vic was just getting ahead of himself too. They had kissed… They were talking… Taking it slow? He wasn’t used to the whole love thing so it was hard to control his jitters. How did him and Gabby date in high school without Vic feeling as nervous as he did now? Maybe he took what they had for granted back then.
It was definitely a good sign that Gabby invited Vic and the boys to Thanksgiving at his sister-in-law’s place. It was so nerve-wrecking, but Vic was determined to not mess things up. He usually kept the restaurant open on Thanksgiving. Lonely guests would rely on his place on the day… But he closed it on the holiday for the first time ever. What would happen to old man Harry who loved his conversations with Micah on holidays? Micah and Daniel were always super welcoming to lonely guests that came to the place. The old folks would always gravitate toward Micah or Daniel to talk about their stories, especially because they listened and were super engaged in their conversations. Poor Harry...
Usually Vic would make a big deal about closing the restaurant, mostly because he cared for his guests, but this was one of the first times he actually thought about himself instead. He always worked to help others, but after reuniting with Gabby he began to realize that he never did anything for himself. It was finally time to do something that he wanted to do without having to worry about anyone else. When Gabby asked Vic to join, he instantly dropped everything.
As their rickety car pulled up to the house with Vic and the boys, Vic’s innards instantly collapsed. The house was one of those normal houses, but it was nice. If it was any other house, he wouldn’t give two shits, but because it was connected to Gabby somehow...Gabby’s sister-in-law’s house… an attorney’s house.. he was frightened. Did everyone look presentable? Did anyone have BO? Vic frowned, taking a look at all three boys individually. His eyes darted toward Micah. “You showered, right?” Vic asked like it was an interrogation.
“Yes, I showered, jeez,” Micah let out, throwing his hands up in frustration. Because Vic was super jittery the entire day, Micah was pretty annoyed. “You really need a chill pill.”
Micah couldn’t understand why he was being accused of smelling. Micah looked presentable too. Or so he thought. He was forced by Vic to wear a button up shirt lent to him by Gio. In his humble opinion, he looked worse than he would have if he wore a regular shirt. Gio’s shirt was kind of big on Micah. Gio had big arms! Kind of... It was like the shirt was insulting him every second saying that Micah had like zero muscle. Which wasn’t true… but also kind of true. It’s not like he played football like Gio. To make things look better, he rolled up the sleeves like some 1950s greaser… which probably looked a little silly, but whatever. They were just visiting Gabby’s family, right? They wouldn’t care.
Mich sighed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and attempted to get out of the car with a pumpkin pie in hand. As he waited outside of the car he subtly sniffed his armpits to see if he actually smelled. He didn’t… But thanks to Vic, that’s all he was going to think about.
After everyone was out of the car, Vic walked up to Micah, spritzing him with some cologne before they started walking toward the house.
Micah rolled his eyes. “I find it funny how much you think I smell, when really you’re the big stinker.”
“Aye, watch your mouth..,” Vic said as he tossed the cologne back into the car.
Micah shook his head as they all began to approach the house in business casual fashion.
So many thoughts began to race through Vic’s head as they got closer to the house. Did they all look ridiculous? Were they overdressed? Micah’s shirt looked a little weird on him. Vic felt bad that they all had to share clothes sometimes. It wouldn’t have been that expensive to get all of them decent button ups… He thought Micah had one though? He could have sworn he got him one for his high school graduation.. Did he lose it? Vic was starting to think about everyone else again… It was those kinds of thoughts that made him more nervous. But was he wrong to worry? He didn’t want anyone thinking he was a bad parent.
The butterflies in his stomach began to go crazy as he rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open up. In his mind, Gabby was going to be the one to open the door. He was prepared for it and even practiced how he would say hi to him in the mirror at home. He was more than prepared for this moment.
As the door cracked open, Vic’s smile grew. He took a deep breath and was about to let out his greeting, until he was faced with some loud curly haired kid. A look of disappointment swept over Vic’s face as this kid began to talk. He seemed to know the boys though… but he also just really wished the kid would shut up so he could see Gabby. God, how could he be so selfish though? Daniel really lit up when he saw the kid. Was this the guy he was going on about? The one he was always hanging out with? Daniel’s happiness meant a lot to Vic… to the whole family, really. Vic let out a grin as he watched them chat up a storm together.
“Okay, guys. This intro’s too long… I’m gonna go inside now,” Micah let out as he gently slid his way past Charlie and Daniel. Gio then followed behind.
When Vic was about to move past them, Daniel threw his hand onto Vic’s shoulder to introduce him to the loud kid.
“This is my dad, Vic,” Daniel revealed with a big smile on his face.
As much as Vic wanted to get past them, he couldn’t help but take in the moment in front of him. He couldn’t remember a time where any of the boys introduced him as their dad to their friends. It was always awkward when they had to introduce him cause they never knew what to call him. Was he an uncle? A guardian person? A dad? Vic’s smile grew ten times bigger after being introduced as a dad. “Hey,” Vic said as he nodded toward the curly haired kid.
Micah and Gio walked into the home together, only to run into Ryder who had just turned the corner and almost ran into them. Wasn’t this the guy that Gio had a thing for? A very rare occasion. What was he doing here though? What was Charlie doing here? Wasn’t this Gabby’s sister-in-law’s place? Embarrassing enough… everyone was dressed casually compared to them. Micah knew that they should have dressed in normal clothes.
“Uh…” Micah let out, patting Gio on the back for support as he tightly held onto the pumpkin pie.
Gio’s stomach dropped to the floor as his crush stood right in front of him. Last thing Gio knew was that he kind of messed things up. What was he gonna say? Sorry? That would feel weird because it wasn’t something to really say sorry for, but at the same time it was.
“Hi,” Gio swallowed his greeting as his eyes shifted to the floor.
Silence.
“I’m Micah,” Micah let out, trying to ease the awkwardness lingering in the situation.
Gio cleared his throat, walking away from the two. Gio wasn’t always the best at social interactions, especially with his crush… Especially when he kind of messed things up.
Micah, not knowing what to do, started to panic and began talking about random stuff. He even started sharing random facts that Daniel told him, which he was sure was probably making things a lot worse. “... And well, legend has it, the pretzel was invented by some monk in Italy a billion years ago… At least, that’s what my brother says… NOT Gio. Gio’s the best socializer out of all of us…” LIES.
“My brother, Daniel.. He likes to share those kinds of things.” As Micah spoke, he rubbed the back of his neck and blinked excessively, making it obvious how nervous he was talking to his brother’s crush. Swimming in a sea of awkwardness, Micah strengthened his grip on the pumpkin pie. “Uh… do you know where I put this?”
As Micah and Ryder spoke, Gio introduced himself to new people. After, he went to sit alone on a couch, just watching whatever was already playing on the tv. Trying his best to distract himself with the show he was watching, he didn’t realize his brunette crush approaching. The moment Ryder was close enough to him, Gio jumped, not expecting anyone--especially Ryder--to be there.
“You scared me,” Gio smiled, but forcefully made his grin disappear. “Hi…”
Micah didn’t know whose house it was or why he was even there in the first place. It could’ve been a frat party for all he knew. Honestly, he liked going to parties and having a good time. Often enough, he got to meet a lot of really cool people at these things, but sometimes these college parties were a little off-putting. Unlike high school, there were way too many people that he didn’t know, and this was a problem. Although he had extrovert tendencies, he still got overwhelming anxiety when he was overstimulated. Sometimes he truly felt like an introvert with an extrovert personality. Probably didn’t make sense, but huge groups made him exhausted.
Not to mention, gone unnoticed by many, some of these people were taking drugs. Not like weed or anything, but other drugs... Like the ones that got people addicted. Being around that was a little hard for Micah, especially because of his home life away from Vic. Partly, he was a little grateful for that experience because it made him pretty street smart. He knew pretty much the dos and don’ts of most things. But seeing groups of people secretly taking these drugs for fun, it made Micah on edge. Thank god there was a room for party-poopers who wanted to play board games instead.
Wanting to get back to the party-pooper room, he began to push his way through groups of people who were playing all kinds of games and acting nuts. Suddenly, someone from behind roughly pushed Micah to get him to join some kind of game, causing his glasses to fall off of his face. “OH... nah. I’m good,” he yelled out as loud music took over the room. When Micah bent down to the floor to look for his glasses, someone ran right in front of him, stepping on his glasses. Being tipsy and surrounded by so many people, Micah couldn’t really tell if they were broken or not, that was until he ended up with two pieces in his hand. His glasses were split in half!
Frustrated and claustrophobic, with shoddy vision, Micah was having a hard time making it out of the party scene. He attempted to find his way through the crowd, but at some point he stood in the middle of it all, trying to hide the emotions this situation produced.
Outside, there was only one other person, which was a surprise to Gio, to his knowledge, parties centered around pools. Maybe because it was a bit cold out, the pool area became the quiet zone for introverts. Gio had no idea why he agreed to go to these college parties, especially because he didn’t even go to college, nor did he like crowds. But, sometimes he just needed to do something that wasn’t at home. He could have done a lot of things, like going to the movies with Micah and Steven, and whichever friends they invited, but he figured he’d mess up their plans if he came along. In a small town, there really wasn’t that much to do; all of his friends were either his brothers, his brothers’ friends, or his table-top game friends online. So, why not go to the party?
After sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, for about 10 minutes, Gio couldn’t help but notice who the other person was, sitting at one of the tables. Awkwardly making eye contact with the brunette, Gio quickly looked away, trying to act like he wasn’t checking him out, even though he evidently was. Even though he also had been checking him out at past parties they both attended, or even at the local grocery store where they sometimes saw each other from a distance. Catching feelings like he was for this person was something really new to Gio; having a crush on anyone was something that just didn’t happen with him most of the time. He had flings in the past, but it was always something that didn’t last or he was pressured into it by acquaintances, or even his mom.
Gio’s mom always wanted the best for him, which is why she often played match-maker, but he never had the heart to tell her that being with someone just wasn’t his thing--at least at the time. If she knew he had feelings for a guy, she’d go crazy, insisting on giving him all the advice she had to offer. Vic’s only advice about love interests at home was, “Keep it PG 13, I don’t wanna see no R-rated shit.”
When Gio turned his head, once again, his eyes met the brunette’s, this time, offering a quick smile before he glanced back at his faint reflection in the pool. Gio never had the guts to talk to someone he liked, unless he was forced into it. This time, Gio genuinely couldn’t get the brunette, with the square jaw, out of his head. It was like the universe was telling him to talk to him, especially since they kept seeing each other almost everywhere they went, even outside of the parties. He knew it was a small town, but he never saw the same person almost everywhere--it wasn’t that small.
This had been going on for a few weeks, and throughout that time, Gio wondered how he’d approach the guy, or if he’d even approach him at all. He couldn’t believe he thought about these things--it all seemed so foreign. Finally gathering up the courage to talk to the brunette, he carefully tried to stand up, knowing very well that he could slip in because of his wet feet; however, the cautious steps Gio took were not effective. Once the dirty blonde stood, straightening out his body, he took one slippery step toward the brunette, leading him to fall flat on his face. Trying to get up wasn’t very easy, however, he managed to do so. Not thinking clearly, he stood up closer to the edge of the pool and lost control of his balance. Inevitably, he fell into the pool.
Near the bottom floor of the deep end, Gio began to panic, especially because he never learned how to swim, not even how to float. People always said “When in doubt, just float. Release your body. No tension.” That shit never worked with Gio. After almost a minute, a rush of water began to fill his lungs as he continuously opened his mouth, not registering that that probably wasn’t the best thing to do underwater.
Gio had no idea how much time had passed, but when he came to, he caught the brunette hovering over him as he laid on the pavement. He coughed up some more water as he tried to piece together what happened after he fell into the pool. Did the brunette save him? Did he perform CPR or some shit? Their lips touched? The thought of their lips touching allowed Gio’s cold body to grow warm, as he blinked away his half-dazed condition.
“Did you kiss me?” Gio chuckled as his cheeks grew pink.
Daniel, wanting to include himself in some of the fun, attempted to enter the living room, where everyone seemed to be congregating, however, he felt so out of place. He’d been to a few of these parties before, but mostly because Micah or Gio wanted to go. All Daniel knew was that people wanted to act crazy at parties. He didn’t really mind that though. He figured, maybe if he tried to involve himself in the party for once, he’d understand the appeal?
Regardless of his countless attempts to assimilate, Daniel couldn’t seem to do it, especially because most people weren’t looking to have conversations. The party-goers were interested in playing games and roughhousing, which again, Daniel didn’t mind, but he just wasn’t the type of person people wanted to play games with, even if he tried. Feeling like he couldn’t fit in, Daniel walked over toward the stairs to take a seat, only to find Charlie sitting there.
“Charlie!” Daniel smiled, trying to speak over the music. “You okay? You need to go somewhere where it’s not so nuts?” Daniel again, probably shouted louder than he should have, not really aware of the volume of his voice because his hearing aids were turned off. “I just-- I guess I feel out of place and I just wanna talk or something. Sorry if I’m being all awkward!”
Hoping he wasn’t scaring Charlie away, he avoided eye contact as he waited for a response. He was worried he was coming off too strong, or being too friendly. What if Charlie didn’t remember him? Or what if what he remembered reminded him that he didn’t like Daniel?
“Your dad’s muffins were really good!”
Thankfully Charlie didn’t seem to have too much booze in his system, because as much as Daniel didn’t mind helping Charlie, it would have been a little hard to walk to the local McDonald’s with someone hanging onto him.
Daniel munched down on his mcnuggets, getting a 20 piece so him and Charlie could share. He giggled as the two attempted to dip their mcnugget in the bbq container at the same time.
“Hey, I was first,” he joked, nudging Charlie’s hand away.
For a moment, taking in the mutual silence between them, Daniel gazed out the window at people driving into the parking lot of the restaurant. Unbeknownst to Daniel, his new hearing aids were visible to Charlie.
The first time he met Charlie, he hadn’t had his hearing aids turned on, due to headaches he was receiving and the discomfort of still getting used to them, so it was even harder to tell what he was saying, or even what Charlie’s dad was saying. It was always hard to tell what anyone was saying for that matter without them. Hearing aids were so expensive, but Vic managed to figure out a way where Daniel could have them--Vic was such a good parent. Unfortunately, sometimes they came with side effects that Daniel wasn’t willing to bare in certain situations, especially at parties where everything seemed too loud, especially when he was still getting used to them--he’d only had them for a few weeks.
When Daniel got out of the party setting, it was in his best interest to turn them on so he could hear Charlie better, especially because he just really wanted to get to know him. Daniel needed a friend outside of his brothers. His best friend Justine was always there for him, but Daniel was desperate to meet new people, especially because of his naturally extroverted personality, but due to the way people treated him because of his impairment, it was really hard to make friends. Daniel didn’t know why he wanted to be friends with Charlie so bad. Maybe it was because he was really nice to him and didn’t care about their imperfect communication?
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Notes: No triggers, Daniel otps for a more simple, intimate display of D/s
Daniel usually arranged ahead of time for any necessary props, and this exam was no different. A black, leather wing-back chair with brass buttons sat in the middle of the room next to a small wooden table with a stack of white hand towels on it. Behind closed doors, Daniel squeezed Sam's shoulder and gave an exaggerated wink before his face settled into something serious and more 'professional.' He opened the double doors simultaneously and waited for Sam to walk through with the large bowl of warm water before closing them again. He met the blond at the center of the room where he addressed Miss Roselle. "Because Sam and I have had an intimate relationship in the past, I'd like to demonstrate something with a little more depth. Today, Sam will be playing my Mary Magdalene and washing my feet. For the remainder of our time together, I'll be asking questions that require only yes or no, sir for an answer. I don't expect him to make any mistakes."
Sam flashed a smile, though it was more for Daniel's benefit, since he himself was nervous, nervous that all of this would be too simple and Miss Roselle wouldn't like it, but he wanted to follow Daniel's instructions, so that's what he was going to do. He moved into the room and greeted their Headmistress politely before looking toward Daniel and down at the floor while he explained, still cradling the big bowl, trying not to give into his instinct to move over to get ready while Daniel was speaking. There was plenty of time for that, after he'd been given commands.
Daniel wasn't worried about Sam's ability to submit, so he was more than relaxed as he took his seat and gestured with a twitch of his fingers for Sam to come over. "I'd like you to kneel and remove my boots." They were tall combat boots that nearly went up to his knee and Daniel was looking forward to Sam having to take his time in taking them off. (link- http://www.cmstatic1.com/30912/30912.238011.jpg) He leaned back into the chair to watch as he asked his first question. "Do you think this is a degrading task?"
Sam moved over slowly, careful not to slosh the water in the bowl, and lowered himself down to his knees before he set the bowl to one side. He straightened up his back and knelt properly looking at the shoes. They were going to be a pain in the ass. He untied one and started to unloosen the laces, going down between the loops, not wanting to try prematurely and fail so he made sure to go down past the middle before he went to the next one, going to get them the same before he'd take either off. "No, sir..." He pulled off the boots one by one and set them neatly to one side.
Daniel leaned forward to brush a few strands of hair out of Sam's eyes as he worked. "That's a good answer. It's not. I like degrading, but this is something I've always wanted to experience." He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb, considering Sam as he removed his shoes. "Do you remember when I carved my name into your back? How I used to choke you and bite you and fill you up with my cock? Roll up my pant legs neatly so that you won't get them wet."
Sam pressed his lips into a firm line when Daniel had to go and mention the sex. He'd definitely not forget that dance and what followed after. He swallowed and set his hands to rolling up Daniels pant legs in even, smooth folds, to keep them up and hopefully not wrinkle too much. "Yes, sir." I do. He glanced briefly up at Daniel's face before working on the next pant leg, setting his hands in his lap once he'd finished, awaiting further instruction.
Daniel felt smug by that response and leaned back again. His eyes went to the bowl of water and he nodded at it. "Go ahead, but I'd like you to take care. I don't want to think you aren't enjoying this. Do you know that you can use your safeword with me?" That question had Daniel twitch as it reminded him of the last time he'd tried to be especially dominant with Sam. "Do you know that I care about whether you're happy, safe, healthy? That I want you to be?"
Sam looked at the bowl and then reached for a towel off the table, submerging it in the water and bringing it back out to wring out. He then cradled Daniel by the heel, lifting his foot up. He had a look of determination on his face as he put the towel to the Dominant's skin. Don't look like he was enjoying it? He wasn't about to start smiling or whistling a tune. "Yes, sir," He responded about the safe word, though it left a sting, and the next question had him hesitating, since sometimes in Sam's more negative frames of mind he often wondered. But he didn't want the Dom to look bad in front of Miss Roselle, so he murmured, "Yes, sir," though it felt a little false.
Daniel felt slightly wounded by Sam's lack of enthusiasm (especially in his last answer), so he lifted up his foot to shove the blond's shoulder with it- not hard enough to kick him over, but not gently. "I just said that I want you to look like you're enjoying this. I don't want to think this is torture for you." A voice in his head mocked him for being immature and overreacting, but it was easier to blame the actions on being strict and enforcing his commands. "This is your warning."
Sam jerked from the shove, pulled out of his more negative thoughts when Daniel pressed his foot into his shoulder. Right. Shit. Not torture. Enjoying it. Privileged. "I'm sorry, sir," His eyes widened to make himself look more forgivable. "It's a pleasure and a privilege to get to wash your feet." He swallowed and held his hand out, an offering to have Daniel's foot back. "I will do better for you, sir." He looked at him a moment longer before lowering his eyes out of respect, and to see if the dom would let him have his foot back now.
Daniel
His feathers were significantly less-ruffled as he lowered his leg and put his heel into Sam's hand, and there was surprised amusement in his voice. "I don't know how I could have forgotten just how good you are at apologizing. It never seems false. But don't forget again that you're supposed to stick to Yes and No, Sir." Unlike anyone else, Daniel always did feel better after punishing Sam. The fear and desire to succeed in his eyes were delicious, not depressing or uncomfortably desperate.
As Sam got back to the task at hand, Daniel let his eyes drift shut for seconds at a time as he simply enjoyed the treatment. "Do you think you're a good submissive?"
Sam felt guilty for using so many words when he was supposed to stick to two at all times, but it had happened, and Daniel seemed pleased enough with them he wasn't going to punish him. "Yes, sir." Once Daniel gave him back his foot and closed his eyes, Sam returned to sponging it with the towel, rewetting it and ringing it out again before he gently scrubbed at the bottom of his foot, looking calm and focused. The question seemed like a trick and he felt like either answer would be bad, so he just went for what he felt was more accurate. "Yes, sir."
Daniel peeked down at Sam out of one eye, considering him. He looked intent, but not as tense as before. Closing his eyes again, Daniel nodded before saying, "Good. You should. You put in more effort than most people to understand why you're being criticized, instead of lashing out." When it came to these exams, Daniel did lean more toward punishment examples and he felt that he was doing well at practicing the rewarding side this time. The questions started to go that way as well as Daniel asked, "Do you still enjoy obeying?" There was a slight pause before he added curiously, "Do you think you're a good sub for Harrison, or just good enough?"
Sam was glad he didn't have a thing about feet, so that he could actually enjoy this. Daniel had nice feet, he decided while he washed them, long and kind of slender like the rest of the Dom. He rubbed the top and sides. "Yes, sir," He answered the first, before the second made him tip his head up, with a slightly questioning gaze, as if asking Daniel how he expected him to answer that with the two words. Either or questions didn't do so well with a singular answer, and he didn't want to misstep, as he thought himself more than capable of doing in this case. It was too easy to get him confused like that. "Yes, sir?"
Daniel met Sam's questioning gaze with a patient one and one corner of his mouth turned up into a half-smile as the submissive answered correctly. "A helpful part of sticking to yes or no answers is that you don't have to make any choices, really. Leave it up to me. Do you try hard to serve him, to anticipate his needs and take care of yourself? You can start drying now."
Sam exhaled quietly when he somehow managed not to screw it up. He took a dry towel down and started to gently rub and pat Daniel's foot dry, trying to pamper him. The question made him feel sad, he hated that he wasn't a better submissive to Harrison, that he was mostly his boyfriend and sometimes they did scenes. But Daniel didn't need to know that, and neither did Miss Roselle. "Yes, sir," he tried to sound confident, not show his hand.
Daniel watched steadily as Sam treated each foot with care, but he couldn't get a read on how true the answer was. He didn't know what Sam and Harrison were like behind closed doors, he only could use his own relationship with Sam for reference. With that in mind, he decided to take Sam at his word. "If that's true, then he's lucky to have you. You may use this with him, if you like. Or with any other Dom that you wish to submit to non-sexually." He nodded to his shoes and socks, "Go ahead and put them back on," before asking, "Do you think you did your best today here, with me?"
Sam exhaled and dried off Daniel's feet, feeling sad that it was coming to a close because he had missed this, being submissive in small ways. Perhaps it was time to do these things without requests ahead of time. He nodded to Daniel's permission, wanting to thank him but not thinking he'd yet left the yes or no zone. He fitted the socks on Daniel's feet easily enough by bunching them down first before pulling them up, something he remembered about putting socks and shoes on Stevie or Stacey, then went to lace the boots back up. "No, sir."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees to watch Sam's deft fingers work on the laces. In his eyes, the sub was handling everything remarkably well. He wasn't expecting that answer. "Is it because of the two errors? You can say more if your answer to that is no."
Sam inhaled and looked briefly up from the laces, "Yes, sir." It was the two errors, though he hoped Daniel didn't think there was another reason for him to be sorry that he hadn't noticed, not when he had been trying to be so keen about his actions and words after those mistakes, he'd hate it if he'd let something else slip and Daniel had just been waiting for him to pick it up himself instead of correct him on it.
Daniel took Sam's chin in his hand, holding it up as he met the blond's eyes. He didn't want what he was going to say to go ignored. "Unless you made those mistakes on purpose, you did well for me here today. You've never made a mistake twice, and I think that's as close to perfection as I need or want to get. Unless you did do it on purpose... Did you?"
Sam felt his breath still in his throat and he looked at Daniel, taking in what he was saying, wanting to make sure he didn't get tripped up by words again. "No, sir," He wanted to shake his head but also not remove any of Daniel's hold on his chin, so he kept still, looking up at him simply, wanting him to see he wasn't afraid to look in his eyes.
Daniel broke the gaze first with a nod, releasing Sam's chin as he lost the game of emotional chicken. The blond was more brave than he was, and Daniel could admit that to himself. It was hard to look at those big green eyes and face nostalgia, regret, shame. Still, he kept his poker face on, shifting his weight on the chair before answering calmly, "If you tried your best, then you've done your best. Do you understand me?"
Sam let himself swallow and breathe normally once the gaze was broken and his chin released, easing back into more comfortable kneeling as he looked back down to finish tying the laces of the Dominant's boots. He still questioned with two mistakes if he tried his best, but the Dom's reasoning was sound, so he nodded and rested back with the laces tied. "Yes, sir."
Notes: Sam crawls into bed late to talk about his feelings about the upcoming punishment, etc.
Daniel usually managed a solid 3 hours every night, sometimes 4 but never longer. He was just about halfway through his only rest for the night when he felt Sam's wet hair against the back of his neck and alarms slowly but surely got louder in his head. Struggling to wake up, Daniel sleepily turned over to face Sam and wrap an arm around his waist, frowning as he asked, "Why are you wet at..." He looked over at the glowing clock on the nightstand and saw it read 2:21. "Two-thirty in the morning?"
Sam had stayed in the bath tub for a long time, past the point of comfort, to where his skin was going a bit purple in some places, his lips blue, then he forced himself out, legs shaky to stand on. He only mildly patted himself down after pulling the drain open on the bathroom, hardly bothering with his still damp hair, so he was surely a little chilly and wet as he climbed naked into bed and carefully wound himself around Daniel. His hoping that it wouldn't wake him was all for naught and he tensed when Daniel turned over, eyes opening. He looked down at the bed in shame, mumbling. "I was in the bath.."
Daniel deflated and hugged Sam tighter, moving his hand up to cup the back of his hand and press Sam's face into his shoulder. "I thought you were okay." With a frown, he pressed a kiss against Sam's shoulder and sighed. "I'm sorry Regina did this to you. I swear, I'd give her a taste of her own medicine if I could, but then I'd be just as bad. Do you... need to see the therapist? I can take you?"
Sam 's eyes snapped up to Daniel's with a look of confusion spreading over his face. "Regina...? No.... she maybe put the idea in my head, but that's not why-..." He had no idea whether or not Daniel would even think that Sam might have been mini-drowning himself in his bath tub, so he simply said, "why I took a bath... I just... felt like I couldn't breathe... I've.. I've never had a punishment lined up for me by... my someone who actually seems to hate me... w-want to do me harm," He whispered, feeling stupid for being so freaked out. "N-no, I don't need a therapist.. please..."
Daniel couldn't figure out who to blame for hurting Sam, but he felt like it was Regina. That was the only reason he could think of why Sam was sneaking off in the middle of night to try to take baths. He knew her torture had hurt Sam, but this was just ridiculous. 'Putting the idea in his head.' He didn't put it past her. He wanted to get back at her, but that would just be letting her force him to do something she didn't want to do. Just like Daniel felt an urge to claim Sam on the spot every time she went near him, he suppressed the impulsive reaction and tried to focus on Domming his own way. He was clear and honest. "You took baths even though you hate them to deal with something that you could've just come to me to talk about." Pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead, he pulled back and looked at him with fond patience. "I think we need to get you help to teach you how to deal with things. That's the bigger problem here."
Sam closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his stomach turn over, reminding him of it's existence and the fact that it was unhappy, but he ignored it again and tightened his arms around Daniel, looking at him again with a sad expression, like there was distress poorly hidden in his eyes. "Will it ever stop..? Me... being.. taught things, always? By someone or another? Because my head hurts... and I just want everyone to leave me alone." He sucked in a breath, knowing he sounded a bit like a petulant child and that wasn't attractive. He shook his head, chin wobbling slightly. "I'm sorry. That's a lie." He raised a hand up and watched it as he carded his fingers through Daniel's hair. "I don't want you to leave me alone... I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you did."
Daniel smiled and turned to press a kiss into Sam's palm before pushing his hair back into Sam's fingers, encouraging him to continue. "I love you. I'm not going to leave you alone unless you want me to or I have to." Daniel hoped Sam would learn to believe him sooner or later, but the only way to teach him that was to continue to back up his words with actions. But if Sam wanted to stop being taught things, Daniel had to think of a way to fix this. He took a few moments to think before being sure Sam would understand him. "...You're going from having total independence to being punished if you don't depend on someone. I'm going from total independence to needing to learn how to take care of people who depend on me. That can mean anything we want it to, but there are going to be Doms who will say you're a bad submissive for not being able to figure out how to say no respectfully. I need you to learn. I need you to outsmart people and figure out ways to get out of punishments. I need you to so I can claim you one day."
Sam felt the kiss on his palm warm his insides somewhat and he took in a slow breath, trying to be calm. His eyes locked on Daniel's for a moment as he listened to him. His head still sort of felt like it was under water, everything was trickling in and he was understanding it from there. "How to say no respectfully? No to what?" His hand left Daniel's hair after a moment to rub his own temple, swallowing before he felt his stomach drop away. Why he was even surprised, he didn't know, since Daniel had no qualms talking to Maia about claiming her if she could do such and such, why should he feel any to talk about Sam about it, when he had been grooming him for it? When they spent most of their free time together? Especially since Daniel's punishment for him to rely on a dom. Sam had picked Daniel for that, continuously, and would have continued to if he hadn't leaned that they could get in trouble for how much he was here with him. "I'll try... I'll try... even if it feels like pulling teeth... I'll... be good when I have to so this.. this doesn't happen to us again... I... just want to make you proud of me."
Daniel felt useless once again when Sam pulled away and stopped touching him. His words said one thing but his actions said another and it was hard to focus on whatever they were talking about when he was feeling like Sam was taking his love back. He grabbed onto his wrist desperately, nearly pleading, "What did I do? What did I say? I love you. Don't let me fuck this up."
Daniel felt useless once again when Sam pulled away and stopped touching him. Why couldn't they talk? The talk with Mr. Warren had just made Sam latch onto him more, but nothing had really improved between them verbally. Except for the 'I love you's. Daniel had thought they were managing until Sam did that thing where he seemed to hide inside himself. His words said one thing, but not taking away the affection felt tantamount to Sam taking his love back. He felt pathetic, but he didn't want to lose this yet. He could be pathetic once for Sam. He grabbed onto his wrist desperately, nearly pleading, "What did I do? What did I say? I love you. Don't let me fuck this up."
Sam looked a little alarmed when Daniel ignored his words and instead seemed to get attached to the idea that he'd done something wrong. Yes, Sam knew he'd gone into his own head, but mostly he knew it was because being vocally sorry for himself wouldn't help either of them... or would it? Perhaps he was mistaken about the right course of action. Perhaps Daniel would rather be telling him off or suggesting things than Sam going weird and quiet. He swallowed and scooted forward, ducking his head in to bury against Daniel's throat, murmuring into his skin. "Nothing, you're... just being very practical when I'm being emotional... and there's nothing wrong with that..." He lifted his head back up again to look at him. "It's just when I try to turn practical when I feel... I don't know- what I feel... when I feel shaky, let's say, it.. it makes me go and feel numb... like.. how my brain decides to deal with it.. or..or something.." He leaned in, lips brushing against Daniel's briefly. "Sometimes all I want is for you to be able to tell me what to do... but sadly, most times like that I can't even comprehend what's good for me..."
Daniel felt a lot less sad, but still a little needy, as he wrapped his arms around Sam and wished he didn't feel so terrified that their relationship was going to end with himself being heart broken. He listened carefully to every word Sam said, his eyes moving as he put thoughts together like puzzle pieces and nodded when Sam trailed off to show that he thought he understood. "First of all, you are allowed to want me to take over your life. I think TPE's great and effective short term and long term. Or we could do partial and you could pick and choose certain decisions for me to make for you. That's one of the good parts of submission, giving up your worries to someone else. I signed up to be that for you. I want to be that for you." Hugging him tightly, Daniel tried to explain the reason for practicality, "Emotional is good because it makes you brave and it makes you care. But... people do things emotionally that they regret. They act on the spur of the moment and then, in the harsh light of day, they realize the truth. When I'm being practical with you, what I'm trying to say is... Claiming you isn't a mystery or a what if. It's not fluffy or pretty or poetic. It's a fact. Me loving you is a fact. Facts are real. Facts don't change."
Sam wound his arms tightly around Daniel's torso with a soft sigh, giving him idly kisses on the jaw as he spoke because it made him feel calm to be kissing or touching him in some way. It was something to focus on, something to pour his energy into she didn't get too angsty. He shivered a little and lifted ihs head again to stare at him. He'd heard about TPE in classes, of course, but was intimidated on many levels.. one of them, which maybe he shouldn't have fussed with so much when here was Daniel saying he wanted to be that for him, but the fear that he'd be over-burdening Daniel. "I don't-... I don't wan you to resent me," He frowned a little. "By being too much work... which leads me to try and do things myself.. which seems to often end badly and you have to end up dealing with it, so I don't- I don't know... maybe I'm not the best one to always call my own shots.." He exhaled slowly, running his hand along the length of Daniel's spine. "I.. I know... I'm...thinking I'll... I'll apologize.. at some point.. to- Remy... even if I'm not sure how honest I'll be, because he's fucking creepy when he's mad... and as for you loving me-... I don't want that to change. I'll do anything to keep that from changing."
Daniel knew he was at least partially at fault for why Sam felt like he'd be too much work. Busy with the auction and Miss Roselle, he'd barely spoken to Sam the entire night. Even with Maia, things weren't going well. With a nod to himself, Daniel was firm when he spoke. "I will never let us fall into the position where I resent you, Sam. I promise." And inwardly, he promised to figure out his life so he had the time to do so. "I've put myself up for the auction, but I'd like us to talk every night until the week's over. So that we can start right away and see if there's any improvement. It might be rough at first but..." He trailed off and then decided to change the subject. "Why do you need to apologize to him? You called him the worst switch because it was your honest answer. You don't have to feel bad for telling the truth and not knowing what it would mean."
Sam felt his stomach drop away... even after seeing the flyer, Daniel actually saying, mentioning he was doing it, to him... it made it instantly concrete, real. Putting himself up for auction. Giving himself away to someone... and becoming unavailable to him for a week. Sam had already run to Maia about maybe borrowing money, because he was scared, and didn't know how he'd last that long without really having Daniel. And if anyone should be the one to have him, it should be himself.. right? "Rough..? You mean...- no, what do you mean?" He looked a little confused. Was Daniel talking about still domming him from afar whilst he was someone else's for a week? He sighed, looking down when the Remy subject came up. "He.. he was all sarcastic and I apologized, I said I didn't know why she asked me and I tried to make light of it but he got more angry when I did that, then he got all.. self-obsessed and prick-ish and started going on like I should.. should have left him out of it. 'Anyone but me,' were his exact words... and the harsher he got- it.. it made me lash out... in any other circumstances between equals, it would have just been a fight, but he got all.. bitchy and superior- as is his right, I suppose, and started... threatening me and by that time I was in deep so I- I didn't pull back when I should have and- well- I did eventually... but he was practically foaming at the mouth at that point, threatening sorts of things like- p-piercing my-" He looked flustered and gripped tighter to Daniel. "I-I was going to ignore it... I was going to roll my eyes and forget him, then Miss Roselle named him my punisher and I-.. just... shut down... realizing I'd mouthed off to someone who now gets to choose what to do with me... he was b-being a total tool, and I'll show you if you like-... he just... is so self-obsessed. How am I required to give a shit if he's hurting right now?" He swallowed hard, eyes reluctantly lifting to Daniel's, not sure whether he'd agree with him or scold him.
Daniel sighed at Remy's reaction, wishing that Sam hadn't gotten himself involved in the lives of the people who were struggling the most at the school. He knew that having their claim rejected must have been humiliating and frustrating and to get called out like that just added to the issues, but then again Sam wasn't completely at fault. Daniel knew more than Sam about this school and the people in it and he might've chosen Remy, too. The evidence spoke for itself: Remy was a little unhinged. Nodding, Daniel sat up and gestured for Sam to hand him the computer on the nightstand. "He's emotional. Everyone's emotional here and everyone's sure their problems are the most important, because to them they are. What you have to learn is that Doms are completely allowed to punish you at will if they feel you're being disrespectful to them. If we're in a claim, they can't."
Sam sadly nodded and sat up as well, reaching over for his laptop. He opened it up and got it set up on the website, to find his messages with Remy before he shyly slid the laptop onto Daniel's lap and curled toward him, letting out a breath. "That's not entirely true, sir... I know I need to get better at holding my tongue.. because I couldn't bare it if someone went to the Headmistress while I was yours and told her you must not be doing a good job because I was being disrespectful... so I.. I know I need to get better.. I know there's only so much the claim can protect me from... though I'd rather you punish me for things I would do than anyone else... I only trust you to."
Daniel smiled, relieved, as Sam admitted that to him. It was still a little worrisome that Sam didn't have any other Doms to go to, but Daniel adored how Sam was learning so fast. He leaned in quickly, stealing a kiss before turning to the computer and reading the messages. "He's emotional. I can't even go to Sebastian with this really. I suppose we might be able to go to the Headmistress to say he's trying to intimidate you and making you in fear of your life, but... You were doing things that he could take to Miss Roselle and she'd see as a good enough reason to punish you."
Sam nodded weakly and rested his head down on Daniel's shoulder after returning the brief kiss. His eyes closed for a moment, since he felt no need to remind himself what had been said between himself and Remy. "I know... I wish I had been blameless, but if I had, he might not have given me reason to be afraid of him, so-... so I know it's mostly my fault." He exhaled slowly and shook his head. "I'll just... I'll deal with whatever's handed to me... a-and hope he'll have cooled off enough not to use anything he suggested there..." He frowned, hating himself for being scared of someone. He didn't like to be intimidated, he liked to be obnoxiously sure of himself.
Daniel turned off the laptop and put it on his own nightstand before getting back under the covers and wrapping an arm around Sam's waist. "Everything keeps getting out of control really quickly here. We have to deal with things. I don't know how. I'm struggling, too, but we just have to keep trying to fix things and not get into trouble."
Sam nodded a little, swallowing thickly. He hated feeling like a failure and this punishment coming back up just reminded him that he had been, pretty quickly after he'd gotten here. He licked his lips and nodded. "I'm going to really try... I don't like being in trouble... I like being left alone and free to spend as much time with you and my few friends... I'm going to try to keep my head down. Or.. just.. something."
Daniel sighed and brought a hand up, tangling his fingers in Sam's hair as he held him closely. "Just until you learn what to do and what not to do. Make careful decisions. It's like tip-toeing into cold water. You have to go slow and get used to it."
Sam nodded, his arms going snug around Daniel's waist, his eyes suddenly hard to keep open after staying up late, getting too much water in them, and crying combined. "I'm glad I have you to hold my hand," He mumbled. "I'm just glad I have you..."
Daniel relaxed as he felt Sam's breath start to even and fall asleep against him. He didn't say, 'me too,' but he meant it when he said, "I love you."
Sam replied in a mumble, that slurred letters in the words, having wanted to say it back to him, but he did all he could for how sleepy he was, winding up passed out against Daniel not a minute later, cheek resting on his shoulder and the pillow.
Where: Hall outside the dance briefly then trip to Daniel's room where they end up
When: Friday night, May 10th.
Notes: In the middle of the school dance
Sam fought the urge to yank his hand back and demand to know what was going on as soon as they were out of the sight of others, where he couldn't humiliate Daniel, but he didn't want to make any demands, and he didn't really fear where Daniel might be taking him, just what was at the end of the journey. He had no indication how this would end up for him. What if Daniel told him he didn't want to be his dom anymore? He needed to find someone else to obsess over? His stomach twisted but he bit back any words. He'd wait for Daniel to speak to him.
Daniel pulled at the knot of his tie as soon as he was through of the doors, desperately needing more air. It was easier to talk about this in a foreign language that he knew Sam didn't understand, and it was definitely not an option to have this conversation in such a public place. He looked around, wild-eyed, desperate to just find somewhere away from people and prying ears/eyes. He turned a corner outside of the auditorium and felt like it was good enough. He pushed Sam against the wall and placed his hand on his chest, feeling Sam's heartbeat. Taking a breath to calm himself, Daniel said his words on an exhale. "If you don't mean it, that's fine. Tell me when you figure that out. But I love you, too."
Sam thought they were headed to Daniel's room, so when he turned an unfamiliar corner, Sam furrowed his brow, nearly questioning it. Before he could, he found his back hitting against the wall, Daniel's hand firmly on his chest where his heart seemed like it was trying to beat it's way out of his rib cage. He knew it wasn't the impact that did it, because it came a few seconds later, but Sam felt winded, staring in awe before his lower lip trembled and he stiffened it to stop it doing so again. "You-...you do? What?" Why it seemed shocking to him that he might be loved back, especially after all the trouble Daniel put himself through for him, he didn't know, but he couldn't wrap his head around it. "I meant it- I did," He said in a rush, wetting his lips after, reaching up to grasp Daniel's arms. "I mean it..."
Daniel 's brain immediately flashed a red screen with white font reading, 'LIAR,' but the image was gone so fast that he barely had time to acknowledge it. He was too focused on the fact that it felt like his body was trying to shove him forward, force Daniel to collapse into Sam as if the other could take all his weight if he went limp. And his throat was trying to do something ridiculous like laugh or possibly sob. Or worse, say something to Sam. He felt like he was holding the leash on a wild animal, struggling to remain in control as he started losing his grip. He quickly closed his glassy eyes and tighted his hand into a fistful of Sam's shirt. It was like he was giving up as he almost whimpered, "I can't say it if I don't mean it. And I'm probably always going to mean it. Just don't... lie. Don't say it if you don't mean it. Ever. I believe you now, just... in the future..." he trailed off.
Sam had never seen Daniel this way and it alarmed him, made his heart squeeze painfully as his hands remained in Daniel's arms, trying to hold him upright against him. His breathing was shallow and when Daniel spoke, it made him feel like he'd been punched. "W-why are you... so convinced I just said it? I wouldn't do that, Daniel! Daniel.." He released his arms from his grasp and reached up to cup his face instead, leaning in to touch his forehead against the dominant's. "Please... holding you.. dancing with you... made me want to shout out those words... I said it because I was feeling it so intense that I couldn't- couldn't not say it..." He let his lips touch Daniel's, then he moved his head back so he could look in his eyes, so Daniel could see him say it and mean it. "I love you."
Daniel wrapped his arms around Sam's waist, pulling him closer like he could keep Sam from leaving by holding on tight enough. He sounded bitter but resigned as he scoffed lightly, "You just said it yourself. You were... caught up in some stupid moment filled with intensity and you had to say it. It's fine. I can understand that." Daniel buried his face in Sam's neck, nuzzling into him and hiding himself from the world. It was just a small amount, but Daniel hated Sam at that moment for being so... Sam. He smelled like Sam and felt like Sam and had skin like only Sam does. "I told you when I met you... People get broken when someone lies about love."
Sam heard Daniel's scoff and he felt his heart drop into his stomach, his hands dropping as well when Daniel leaned in to bury his face inn his neck. His hands were loose at Daniel's waist, so that he probably felt his heat from his hands but nothing more. "You're hurting me," He said it quietly, not meaning how he was holding him, but how he felt like Daniel was making light of everything he just said. His hands settled more firmly on Daniel's waist, but this time it was so he could try and push him back, refusing to look at him now, instead looking more near the middle of his chest. "You make it sound like what I'm feeling is so much... less or non-existent then whatever you feel... that's not fair-... it's not-" His face crumpled up and he struggled with it, getting a headache as he fought himself from tears since he knew how pathetic that was.
Daniel struggled to hold onto Sam for a second until he realized that he was doing it again. Trying to hold onto something that didn't want him. He'd made Sam uncomfortable when all he was trying to do was open up, and Daniel felt guilty and angry at the same time. "No. No, that's not fair. I was just trying to- deal. I know me, but I don't know you. You're supposed to-" Running a hand through his hair, he scoffed and looked around to make sure no one had wandered close. "I keep telling you I'm not a mind-reader, okay? People. Lie. It's not because they're evil, it's because it happens. Sometimes you love someone and they don't love you back and you grow the fuck up and deal with it."
Sam looked up at him, his eyes flashing."But that's not the case here!" He shook his head, dropping back against the wall, pain evident in his face. "I said I love you... you said you loved me too. Why-...why'd you even say it to me if you don't trust me at all? If you think some.. hormones took over my brain? Sure? I guess they did? They did enough for me to think it was okay to say it, anyway! But the words themselves- that wasn't an impulse. Feeling in love with you for the last past- whatever amount of time is not an impulse. I can't make you trust me, but- s-shit, to rub it in my face that you don't? P-practically condescend-!" He swallowed hard, looking away, sounding quiet now, defeated. "Let's just go back into the dance... You have to dance with Maia..."
Daniel ignored the attempt at derailing the conversation as he stared at Sam in shock, a tear falling fast from his eye before he wiped it away quickly. He took a breath before speaking but it did nothing to take the scratchy raw quality away from his voice. "I don't love you because you love me. I love you because you're... funny and kind and sexy and you try so hard and I keep waiting for you to finally reveal something I can hate about you but I'm starting to realize that's probably never going to happen..." Another tear fell and he was starting to get really mad at crying because it was making him look incredibly fragile. He roughly dried his cheek with the sleeve of his jacket and continued on speaking, trying to sound unemotional as possible. "I don't need anyone to love me. I'm fine. I can love you without you loving me back."
Sam didn't look at him again right away when he started speaking, but it started to make his heart ache, hearing him say ll of these things. His eyes flicked back to Daniel's face, holding his breath as he listened to him, an expression of awe creeping onto his face as he gazed at him. He let out a shaky breath when he realized he was still holding it, feeling the tear falling from Daniel's eye completely rip into him and he shook his head, his hands flying up to grab Daniel's face as he crushed their lips together, his brow furrowing as he kissed him. His words came out muffled against his lips, reluctant to move away even to speak. "You don't. 'Cause I love you..." He gasped for air and his breath came out in another quick, "I love you," before he was trying to kiss him again a little desperately, heart hurting for them both and wanting to somehow show him he meant it.
Daniel muttered, "Sam," his hands coming to rest on Sam's waist, gripping his jacket tightly to hold him close as he let himself need someone else. It was so much safer to do it without words that you couldn't take back. He could just say he was turned on and trying to get off. There was no chance Daniel Cohen-Chang was kissing someone like this- desperately gasping out 'I love you's as he battled with Sam over who cared about who more by trying to figure out who could kiss the other harder.
Sam kissed him in a needy way, for more than one reason. One reason was he'd wanted to grab him and kiss him since almost as soon as they were dancing, but had been holding himself off because he was worried it was him being an improper sub to grab and kiss the dominant at the dance... but when they were alone-? Well, he'd tried even then to be good, he had wanted to stop Daniel's words a dozen times by kissing him but had staved off, prayed Daniel would stop sounding like Sam's declaration meant less, and just kiss him already, but he never did... so damned if he was going to wait around anymore when he needed to kiss him. He muffled a noise into it, holding his face as he grazed their lips, his fingers stroking Daniel's dark hair on either side of his head as the kiss continued on, bruising.
Daniel: breathed in through his nose the scent of the man against him clouding his senses alongside the flood of adrenaline and the euphoria of it all. It felt like they'd broken down one of the walls Daniel kept butting into when he tried to dominate Sam. He couldn't handle completely blind obedience, but with Sam so willing and wanting... Daniel could feel like he could give orders without risking doing something wrong. With every ounce of willpower he had, he broke the kiss and shoved Sam back. Hard. "Stop." The way he says it sounds like a command and before Sam can register it as a rejection and retreat, Daniel keeps talking. "Not forever, just for now. We can't do this here." Despite his words, Daniel looked hungry and depraved with his hair wild from Sam's hands and the unmistakable bulge in his black pants. "I want you to calm down and walk with me back to my dorm like everything is completely fine so we can pick this up where I stopped it."
Sam gasped softly when Daniel broke away, no, shoved him away. He was in too much of a daze to think much beyond 'More.' He looked at him with a soft frown, tilting his head. He didn't know what to say so he just mutely nodded, though he wasn't sure how he would calm down... well, maybe emotionally, he could, but he knew he wouldn't want to stop being near Daniel. He didn't want to ask any questions, in case Daniel got annoyed, and he wouldn't complain about how they could have stayed there... nothing too romantic about a wall just 'round the corner from the dance. He sighed and nodded. "You're... so gorgeous, sir," He managed to say, before letting him lead him away.
Daniel was busy trying to take his own advice when Sam's compliment threw him off a little, a flush covering his neck as he looked away. There was a space in between knowing you were fuckable and considering being 'gorgeous' as something you could put on your resume and Daniel was in that space. As they walked along the sidewalk back to the dorms, he squeezed Sam's hand in his and said, "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen when you smile at me.
Sam smiled to himself when he saw the flush before hurrying along with Daniel down towards the dorms, feeling a similar squeeze in his chest when Daniel squeezed his hand. Hearing his words, he bit hard on his smiling lower lip as he tried not to just make a noise of glee. "Can we-... walk a little faster?" He let out a nervous laugh, slightly embarrassed with how much he wanted to tackle Daniel right about now, but was keeping his focus on getting to the dorms, to get up to his room. He'd been so scared for a couple minutes that things would get ruined or turn worse, but now he was trying to focus on the positive, and hoped he could better convince Daniel he meant it, once they were in private.
Daniel raised his eyebrow at Sam, unamused. "No. You love me. I'm going to walk very calmly with my boyfr- submi- with my Sam and enjoy the fresh air. I don't get to be outdoors often since I've gotten here, and I actually don't mind it when the sun's gone down. So just... let me bask and you can spend this time thinking about what you want me to do to you when we get back to my room." His words were said as usual, with a flat tone of voice and a little bit of elitism, but Daniel was glad the constant smile on his face wasn't disappearing anytime soon. No one would think he was in a bad mood right now.
Sam chuckled quietly when Daniel had to keep finding a word for him, since they'd never officially said anything about themselves. Of course, it made him all stupidly fluttery to be called those words, or at least half those words. He felt like both those things, he realized, which possibly made him more mushy than even before, but he tried to keep himself grounded, remembering not to jump over those fences when there was a gate to both just waiting to be unlocked and opened. "Well, when you put it like that... we can walk as slow as you want to." He drew up Daniel's hand in his own, kissing the back of his fingers as he felt some of his antsy need to get back to the dorms evaporating with the pleasant air.
Daniel tried to frown at Sam's so-sweet actions but he couldn't force out a complaint when it really was so sweet and he had that still-present grin. It was starting to actually hurt and Daniel lifted his free hand to rub his cheeks as he complained, "I don't know how normal people do this all the time. Honestly, being happy is so complicated. I just feel all this pressure to do it right and I don't even know how to properly be happy... How fucked up is that?" Rolling his eyes, he walked closer to Sam so their sides were almost constantly brushing up against each other.
Sam shaking his head slowly as he listened to him complain, he chuckled again. "I don't think there's a proper way to be happy, sir... I think you just feel it and let it come out the way that is instinct..? And smiles are generally instinct." He let their hands fall together between them again. "I like your smile... even if it's... making it feel complicated to you," He licked his lips, looking over at him with a soft smile of his own, since he couldn't be without one anymore, at this point. He looked over towards the dorms and tilted his head, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "You're.. going to let me pick what we do?" His eyes darted over to him again.
Daniel rolled around Sam's thought in his mind and took a deep breath in an effort to relax. Feel it and let it out the way that is instinct. When he heard the hope in Sam's voice at being allowed to have a little say in what they did, his instinct was to roll his eyes. "Excited, are we?" Opening the door to the dorms, he waited while Sam walked in and then followed after, wrapping an arm around his waist while they headed towards the 9th floor. "I don't bottom, but otherwise... yes." Again, Daniel's bad habit of talking casually while saying strange things reared its ugly head. "Pick something selfish. I'm not averse to a little Han and gender-swapped Leia."
Sam chewed on his lower lip, feeling a little shame that he might have sounded excited. "I.. I don't know- if excited was the primary feeling... maybe.. a little confused and.. a little... skeptical... considering my punishment..." He cleared his throat and stepped inside the building as they went for the elevator, his eyes flicking back over to Daniel, grinning. "What would that look like, exactly? Us yelling at each other and sharing insults and then me saying I love you again, and then making out? Or were you thinking more like chains here," He joked.
Daniel put up his hands in mock-surrender, backing into the elevators. "Hey, it's your fantasy. I'm not going to judge that you instinctively choose the part of Leia. That's your choice." Once the doors closed, he backed Sam into a corner, but kept a little breathing room between them as he ran his fingers along the lapel of Sam's jacket. "I don't mind hearing you say I love you again, though. And the point of your lesson is that you can behave like a Dominant if I'm there to watch over you. I'm still in control here. I'm allowing you the privilege to have whatever you want because you're wonderful. Don't be shocked if this is a common occurrence."
Sam blushed hard and laughed. "I guess I just wasn't picturing Han bottoming for Leia there, sorry. By the way, does that-.. uhm... does that include... riding? I m-mean.. I know that's.. still... cock up your ass material, but riding is a position of power, mostly.." He shrugged, his blush still living on in his cheeks. Swallowing hard as he was back into the corner of the elevator, his gaze locked on Daniel's face. He listened to Daniel explain, nodding softly. "That's right, you did say that... controlled atmosphere... just didn't know it might be.. with you... if that makes sense. Just us." He smiled at him and slid his hands slowly onto his hips. "Also..." He leaned forward to bite at Daniel's lip softly. "I love you."
Daniel had thought of the definition of bottoming for a while, so he had an answer ready for Sam immediately. "You can be as bossy as you want, just not in me. And that's why you can do whatever you want with me, Sam. I'm in control because I'm not going to let anything happen I don't want, so feel free to ask for or do anything." Holding Sam's chin, he forced Sam to meet his eyes as he said, "I love you too. And I won't stop loving you no matter what."
Sam smiled as he listened to him, not really that surprised that Daniel didn't have to stop and think about that one to long. He let out a slow breath, his hands grazing up from his hips to curl into Daniel's sides. "I guess it's a good thing hat I love how you feel inside me too much complain about that, then.." He gave a nod. He looked Daniel straight in the eyes as the dominant held his chin, then felt his heart beating faster at his words, swallowing thickly. "Those are some strong words," He whispered, feeling like the moment was even more exclusively for them when he was quiet, even if no on was around to hear them. "But you love me even after how I've been, I guess I can believe it," He smiled and held onto him tightly. "It feels amazing when you say it, though.." He raised one hand to cover Daniel's hand on his chin, tugging it down to press against the fast throbbing vein in his throat. "S-see..? What you do when you say it..."
Daniel groaned softly under his breath before leaning in, replacing his fingers with his lips and teeth as he kissed and sucked the pulse point. For a short moment he simply licked the skin there, tasting Sam's sweat and cologne before biting down sharply. Daniel's arms wrapped around Sam's shoulders, holding him tightly and reaching up to stroke through Sam's hair as he sucked hard at the spot in time with their heartbeats. He bit again and again, feeling the skin give a little more every time before it broke and he moaned at the sudden sharp difference in taste. The elevator door sounded for their floor and he ignored it, planned to ignore anyone who got on as he tightened his fingers in Sam's blond hair. His hips went in that same staccato beat as his mouth as he sucked at the tiny wound and rocked against Sam.
Sam 's eyelids fluttered shut when Daniel buried his face into his neck to kiss and suck on his neck. He let out a low moan, holding Daniel's hand in his own for a moment longer, squeezing onto it when he felt the teeth sharp against his skin. He hissed and jutted his hips forward, then let his lips part, mouth go agape as he just.. felt it. Each suck sent a jolt down his body, making him harder in his suit pants, like a tug on his cock every time Daniel got his nerve endings working into overdrive. Gasping quietly when he felt the bites leave a sharp sting, he knew he must have bitten into his skin the way Sam gave him permission to, and his hand flew up to the side to press into the elevator wall as he softly whimpered, his hips rocking back in time with Daniel's. "O-Oh.. God- nnnnghh." He turned his head to make this easier for Daniel, biting his own lower lip, though in no way hard enough to offset the sting of his skin where it was broken. The sucking soothe it, though, leaving him fully aroused and pulling at Daniel's shirt with his one hand, getting it up out of his pants so his hand could slide up into the shirt and claw at his lower back with his somewhat ineffectual short nails.
Daniel moaned into Sam's neck, unsure who was getting off more on Daniel's vampire tendencies. He'd been wanting to do that for so long, but now that he actually had visual and vocal proof of how much Sam liked it... Pulling back slowly with a few extra licks in between, Daniel backed a few inches away and pressed the elevator door open button and was glad no one else had come along in that time. In fact, he hoped no one was in the hall because Sam barely looked wounded but he definitely looked turned on and desperate. Daniel tucked a finger inside the waist band of Sam's pants and tugged him out. "I want to ask you something, but if you don't like it, we never have to do it... But since you liked that... What do you think about knives?"
Sam was in a daze when Daniel pulled away from him, his neck throbbing and stinging but feeling fucking good to him right now, but he knew they needed to leave the elevator, get into real privacy, because his cock was straining in his boxer briefs and he wanted nothing more than to be naked with Daniel right now, fucked into oblivion. Or something of the sort. His eyes locked on Daniel's when he asked him that question, unable to even blush because he was sure all the spare blood was down in his cock. "I.. uhmm.. I think that would be sexy, sir.. very sexy... I know you wouldn't hurt me too badly... I'd- like to be under your control that way, though...."
Daniel bit his lip and grinned, feeling better than he had since he got here. "Don't trust everyone. I'm a professional." He decided not to ruin the moment by explaining that anymore as he got his dorm room opened and tumbled in, laughing a little as he refused to go a few inches away from Sam. "I should have said this before, but... walking into the dance with you..." He pushed at Sam's jacket and gave up quickly, moving onto undoing the knot of Sam's tie. "I felt so... high." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Sam's again, softly and sighing and a little giddily happy. "Say it again. I'll say it too. I love you."
Sam felt his butterflies in his stomach from Daniel's grin, even whilst on the subject of knifeplay, shaking his head. "I don't trust everyone. Just you most of all," He murmured, close to his ear so he practically fell in the room after him, regaining his balance by closing the door behind them with his ass, leaning against the closed door while Daniel reached up to undo his tie. He had to smile at his words, since they made him feel so elated. Daniel... feelnig that good, just walking in somewhere with him. He nodded eagerly, only mildly disrupting the kiss before he gave into it, leaning into him as his hands went to the front of Daniel's shirt, working open the buttons as he kissed him. "I love you." He tugged him closer by his shirt, giving himself very little room to continue undoing it. "I love you." He smiled against his lips. "I love you, Daniel. A nearly ridiculous amount."
Daniel 's face kept flushing a little more every time Sam said it and he could actually feel himself starting to get used to hearing that phrase without inwardly flinching. Sam loved him. He leaned backwards, laughing as he struggled to pull Sam's shirt ouf his pants and get him naked already. "A ridiculous amount? We're saying like... a blimp's worth of love? 7.2 underwater golf courses worth of love?" It was strange, but he and his sisters had discussed it before. The Cohen-Changs thrived in strife and chaos and Daniel was practically bouncy when he knew they were on the way to something he wanted to do. Once to the point of being down to his pants, Daniel untangled himself from Sam and toed off his shoes. "Go to the bedroom and start stretching yourself. I want to watch while I get some things together." He leaned in for another kiss before heading off to the 'fun' closet in his bedroom.
Sam grinning at his examples, he shook his head. "I did say nearly, right? I could have sworn I said nearly," He smirked playfully over at Daniel as he hurried to undo his shirt, pulling of his tie which Daniel had already conveniently loosened for him earlier in the hall, tossing it aside so he could finish the last two buttons and push the shirt and jacket off his body in one fluid motion. He sighed as he admired the beauty underneath, all the flawless, smooth skin that he had the urge to kiss all over. Now wasn't the time, though, he had no patience for that. The only thing he could be bothered with right now was hot, messy, imprecise kisses. So kissing all over could wait. He felt flushed as he was told what to do, nodding and practically stumbling over his own feet to do it. He went into the bedroom after the last kiss and removed his socks and shoes, then his pants until he was in nothing but his black boxer briefs. He was not exactly sure how Daniel meant it, so he just started stretching as if he might go for a run, turning his torso this way and that, stretching his arms and then bracing his feet, one by one, against the bed to stretch his legs.
Daniel yelled out of the closet, "Blue or black?" before he came out with two bundles of soft nylon bondage rope in either hand and saw Sam getting ready for a marathon. Laughing, he tilted his head and watched for a moment with his arms crossed and his hands still full as he admired the view. "Are we getting gymnastic tonight?" Sam wasn't like anyone Daniel had ever been with. He'd never been one for muscles, but he could definitely see the appeal as Sam stretched and flexed. He laughed again and nodded to his nightstand. "The lube's in there, angel. Not that I don't mind the show. Now..." He held up the bundles again. "Blue or black? I'm leaning towards black, but blue... You look so good in blue."
Sam managed to blush this time, ducking his head down. "Oh... you meant.. that kind of.. stretching myself? I... well- if you're binding me anyway it's best if my muscles are relaxed!" He cleared his throat, trying to put a positive spin on his looking ridiculous. He climbed onto the bed after peeling off his boxer briefs, grabbing out the lube and getting some on his fingers, his eyes flicking to the rope. "I.. uhmm... blue, I think... I was in black enough tonight.." He smiled softly, laying himself on the bed and raising his legs up, knees pointed to the ceiling as his feet were planted on the mattress. "Is this what you wanted, Daniel?" He asked just loud enough to be heard, pushing one of his thick fingers in past the tight ring of muscle, slowly pumping his own finger in and out of himself, his eyes half closed in bliss and his cock impossibly hard.
Daniel found it hard to focus when Sam turned from cute to sexy like that and he was wondered off-handedly if he was the one doing the training in their relationship. Tossing one of the bundles of rope over his shoulder, Daniel was halfway across the room before he groaned and headed back to grab a a small black bag and get back to Sam. Dropping off the objects on the mattress, he made quick work of his pants and boxers before crawling between Sam's legs and knelt down. His Sam looked so hot like this, spread out and fucking himself. It looked like he was doing it for his own pleasure instead of Daniel's and that was the hottest thing he could think of. Sam in his element, making himself happy. With one hand hugging Sam's leg, Daniel groaned and pressed his cheek into the blond's knee. His other hand dropped to his cock, jerking himself roughly as he watched Sam finger his tight ass. "Yeah, just like that."
Sam watched idly as Daniel moved about, but he didn't stress himself on making sure he knew where he was. He knew Daniel wouldn't stay away from him long, especially since Sam was getting started without him, and he liked to think Daniel would either not want to miss it, or want to help. And by want, he meant need. He sucked in a breath as he twisted his finger just right, rubbing it up against himself with a low moan before carefully pushing a second finger in, his eyes locked on Daniel now that he was getting naked and crawling between his legs. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he smiled slightly, arching his hips slightly as he scissored himself with another groan, eyes dropping from Daniel's face to where he was touching himself. "Oooh, mmmm.. so hot..."
Daniel watched, stared at Sam, whining when he added another finger. It was like his own personal up close porn, dirty and upclose, but better because he could look up and see just past Sam's bobbing cock to his face staring back at him and he wanted to just confess his love again and grab Sam and kiss him and never stop, but instead he pulled his hand off his cock like it'd been hurting him and pulled Sam's hand away from himself as well. His voice was raw and needy when he urgently told Sam, "Turn over, on your knees, baby." He helped Sam, a little rough as he tried to get him into position quickly onto all fours. As soon as it was done, he muttered, "Hands behind your back again, baby," and pushed a pillow up for Sam's head to lean into. He gave him a playful smack on the ass as he looked over the blond before tying him up. "Ass up, presented for me. Arms behind your back and helples to do anything but take my cock for me."
Sam sucked in a breath at Daniel's urgency, letting out a little noise as his fingers were pulled out from inside of him. He quickly licked his lips and shifted to help Daniel's manhandling him the most effective possible. He adjusted his weight on his knees and bent down over himself, resting his cheek into the pillow as he drew his hands up and behind his back, presenting them to Daniel with his wrists close together, eyes unfocused as he was paying most attention to things he couldn't see. Like the smack on his ass, the new and affectionate pet name that had him smiling. He made sure to stick his ass out especially, biting his lip. "Like that...?"
Daniel walked on his knees to get behind Sam and get a better view and he moaned before smacking Sam's ass with both hands and kneading the cheeks together. "Perfect Sam." He said it like it was a title, like blue chair. His perfect Sam. He pressed his thumb against the hole for a second, rubbing it in circles and just pushing in a little. "We're going to tie your arms up, but we only have about 15 minute once it's done. So once I get started, this is going to go quickly." He leaned down and pressed a kiss against Sam's ass and another smack before grabbing the rope and unspooling it.
Sam hissed out in pleasure when Daniel smacked his ass with both hands, though the kneading soothed it, made him push back into Daniel's hands with a wanton groan. "W-want to be perfect for you." He nodded as eagerly as having his face smooshed into the pillow allowed, then twitched a little with a moan when he felt the thumb suddenly at his hole. "Ooohh-" He bit down a curse word, closing his eyes. Daniel had never minded that he was vulgar when he moaned, but he was self conscious, wondering if Daniel liked it or not, or perhaps never even noticed it. "Fifteen- minutes? What's done?" It was hard to focus when Daniel's thumb was in his ass, but he was saying peculiar enough things to arouse Sam's interest.
Daniel dropped his smile for a second when he hit a brick wall. He'd been so caught up in making Sam happy that he'd forgotten to make sure Sam was safe. He brought his lust back a little, using his hands to move Sam's arms down and let him relax for a second. "I want to tie your arms up from wrist to elbow. It clamps down on your circulation a little and makes the blood flow more prominent when I do a series of small, shallow, slightly painful cuts to your back and shoulder blades. I may do shapes and letters, but the scars will heal within about a week with maintenance." Daniel was rubbing Sam's back soothingly, helping him stay comfortable in this position as he made sure Sam knew everything that was about to happen. "If you say your safe word, it will take me a few seconds to untie you, but I'll stop immediately."
Sam tried his hardest to listen to Daniel, to focus, so he knew exactly what he was being put through, though it was hard when his body was just echoing 'want, want, want' to the rapid beat of his heart. He bit his lower lip, wondering what this 'maintenance' consisted of, but considering it was going to be on his back, he imagined it would be yet another thing that would require him asking for help. He drew in a breath, calmed by the touch on his back. His eyes closed and he nodded. "Thank you, sir... I'm ready whenever you are.." He smiled lazily, oddly comfortable like this, despite his throbbing cock which was begging for attention. He felt alive and excited, and merely wished he could see it happening, but he would deny no pleasure of Daniel's, not when he wanted it too.
Daniel melted a little at Sam's words and he slid his hands down and to Sam's hips, holding him in place as he bent forward and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. Leaning his forehead against Sam's back, he whispered against the heated skin, "You have no idea what you do to me. Everyone throws around that phrase, 'Good Boy,' but you're just so willing and happy and good for me." Slowly he undraped himself from Sam's back and pulled his arms back up, wrapping his fingers around the cuffs and feeling his blood pound with the familiar feelings of possession. They were so similar to a collar; everyone could see them and know Sam belonged to Daniel. Snatching up the rope with a quiet growl in his chest, he started wrapping Sam's wrists. "Try to make your elbows touch for me, angel. Keep showing me how good you are."
Sam was able to feel content and still like his heart was swelling in his chest kind of happy even as he was folded over himself. The kiss and then the feel of Daniel's breath on his skin let warm tingles where they landed, unable to keep from smiling as he felt happy, happy and proud that Daniel was pleased with him. He let out a soft breath and did as he was told, even though it was making him more uncomfortable to do so, he knew it was only the beginning. And he could handle it. He got his forearms until they were touching each other completely, his heart thumping loudly in his ears as he thought about Daniel's next steps, trying to visualize them.
Daniel moved quick with the ropes, making them tightest around the cuffs and then moving up Sam's arms, coiling the rope around his skin tightly. "You were right about the blue," he murmured and continued upward. Sam's biceps were flexing to hold position and the tan skin of his back was taut and beautifully smooth and Daniel sighed, remembering why he thought of Sam as angelic. It was like the Sistene Chapel. Still, he focused on his work and knew just the point when Sam was actually being held together by ropes and not his own choice. When the blond relaxed that little amount, Daniel smirked and finished up quickly, leaving a tight knot just under his elbows. Without warning, he grabbed the lube, slicked his cock with one quick runover of his hand, and was pushing into Sam, not fast but not slowing down until he bottomed out with a groan.
Sam remembered to breathe and focus on that while Daniel was binding his arms, feeling how tight it was. It wasn't... horribly uncomfortable, but he could sort of able to tell that it probably would be? He closed his eyes briefly and let his arms relax once the binding seemed finished. He'd let the rope keep them together for him. Sighing softly, he had almost forgotten at this point that this was going to be sexual... perhaps he had been thinking of Daniel getting his kink on first, then sex afterwards, so when he heard the familiar noise of the lube bottle, he lifted his head and ended up crying out as Daniel pushed into him, throwing his shoulders back a little. "Unngh-! Daniel, G-god..." He panted and moaned a little, eyes rolling into his head.
Daniel ran his hands up the rope, feeling the ridges of the coil and humming contentedly as he slid his fingers over the strangely soft/rough material and got to Sam's elbows. He hooked his hand in at the top of the rope and held on like it was a handle, lifting Sam up and back onto his cock. "Yesss, that's it." Daniel let Sam's face hover a few inches from the bed as he held onto the bindings and fucked him hard and fast. "Swear for me, angel." He dropped a hand to Sam's ass and smacked it once as he dropped his speed and started fucking Sam more forcefully than anything. "Let. Me. Hear. Your. Dirty. Mouth."
Sam gasped outright from the position change, from the leverage actually lifting him from the bed as Daniel held his bindings. He shuddered the way Daniel was fucking into him, mouth agape as he jerked from the pleasure and had to whimper. He had been grinding his teeth trying to keep the things he wanted to moan to a minimum... but Daniel giving him permission? Calling him angel? He whimpered again, saying, "God, I love you," as he shivered, thinking it was a rather strange thing to say in the middle of it all, but Daniel being able to give him butterflies while fucking him forcefully was rather weird, as well. "F-fucking!- Christ! Mmnn, li-like that, please! Fuuuck." He gasped again, head hanging down.
Daniel grinned ferally as some twisted part deep down inside of him jumped at Sam's words. The needy tone, the begging, and religious references always worked on him. At that moment, he felt actually comfortable in his own skin. He was a little dark, a little angry and desperate for power, but despite all of that Sam was still here, even getting off on it and loving him. Instead of that moment where his heart was supposed to grow three sizes, Daniel expressed his feelings differently as he grabbed the small leather bag and unzipped it one-handed, bringing out a medium-sized pocket knife that he flicked open with practiced ease. Still holding Sam up, Daniel slowed his hips. He kept his cock buried deep, grinding to a calm rhythm that kept him on edge but focused as he dragged the dragged the blunt side of the knife against Sam's bicep from shoulder to elbow. "I'm going to use this on you, baby..." He repeated the action on the other arm, watching how Sam reacted to every tiny little touch. He was so responsive. "Do you want me to cut your ropes... or do you want to wear my name?"
Sam took in deep breaths, his fingers curling since they couldn't really grip anything like he was getting the urge for, moaning out as his knees dug into the bed. He vaguely noticed the sound of the zipper but it was Daniel slowing his hips that had him focusing. He nearly whined for him not to stop, since he felt like if he kept going that way, he might even be able to come without contact. But then he felt the cool metal drag against his skin and he hissed softly, even though it was obviously only the dull side and wouldn't do anything to him. He bit down at the question, slightly intimidated, but definitely not about wearing Daniel's name. "Please... p-put your name on me, sir..."
Daniel nearly purred at Sam's answer and tugged Sam's arms, his cock holding his ass in place as he bent Sam back like a bow. Spinning the knife in his fingers, the tip of Daniel's tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he studied his canvas. He held the knife like a paint brush and traced the spacing with the dull side again, leaving behind white scratches. It wasn't big enough and he went over it again, making sure every letter was three inches tall. Once he was satisfied, Daniel finally made the first cut. It was shallow, more for pain than damage, but the a large droplet of blood welled up and Daniel leaned forward to take a long lick at the cut.
Sam wasn't sure what all to expect... if Daniel would get right into it or not. He tried not to squirm at all, instead be so focused he was making all of his breaths only push out his stomach, so as no to move his back and disrupt what was obviously a careful art Daniel had going on. He almost thought the dull side was the real thing when it scratched into his skin, but knew his skin wasn't hurting enough to have been sliced, so he guessed Daniel was doing something... working out what he wanted first. He hissed, feeling his toes and fingers curl when he felt the proper sting of the metal slicing his skin, making it feel raw, hot, and sensitive. He practically shuddered underneath Daniel when he felt his tongue on his skin, whining softly. "Oooooohhh..."
Daniel cut in the next few letters quickly, enjoying how he would be working on the fourth letter and the A would be welled up just enough to let a drop of blood fall down Sam's back. By the time he was at the L, Daniel was rushing slightly and rocking deeper and faster into Sam, getting closer to pumping. He threw the knife across the room, hearing it hit the wall and fall to the floor before Daniel switched hands and rode Sam harder, pushing him forward into into the bed. He felt wild, desperate to grope and grab as he smeared his hand through the blood and smacked Sam's ass again, leaving a red hand print behind. "Fuck!"
Sam bit down on his lip as he felt the sting spread, moving into the obvious letter shapes and leaving him whimpering a little, though he wouldn't ask him to stop, he knew it must look amazing, plus going along with the way Daniel's hips were moving into his was somewhat intoxicating. How he could feel the difference between the suddenly-there sheen and drops of sweat to the thick blood rolling down his skin, tickling and making it itch all at once. He nearly jumped when he heard the knife clatter against he wall and floor somewhere, but was almost instantly distracted away from it by Daniel's renew fervency in fucking him. He gasped and cried out, bucking a little as he felt the familiar coil in his balls, not sure how it was happening that he was so close without being touched, though he tried to discretely catch his cock between his thighs and let it rub in between them as he was fucked. The hand over the cuts stung, but that sting was overtaken by the slap against his ass and he groaned out, "G-God, yes!" as he started coming.
Daniel felt Sam's muscles clenching down on him and he shouted a growl as he slapped his hand own on Sam's shoulder, the other holding onto the rope as he literally rode Sam through his orgasm. As the last few jets were ripped from him, Daniel fell forward and clung to Sam's back, mouthing the letters on his back as he demanded breathlessly, "Mine. Love you, Sam. You're mine." He finished pumping slowly, relaxing before it got too uncomfortable and he pulled out hesitantly. He could see Sam's biceps pulsing with blood and his fingers turning redder and he made quick work to get Sam unknotted and free again, helping Sam onto his side before he gently started rubbing his lower arms.
Sam jerked underneath Daniel as his body reached it's own orgasm, bucking a bit like the wild animal Daniel had caught and was riding, though honestly not nearly enough to do anything to interfere with the fucking. In fact, his hips were pushing back into him, forcing Daniel's hips to slap into his own as he let out a hungry noise, coming hard against the mattress between his legs as he shook underneath Daniel. He moaned out from the way his mouth stung and simultaneously soothed the sting of the cuts. He felt like his heart and stomach were both trying to be acrobats after Daniel said both those those separate thoughts. Had he ever so pronounced him his before? Did it really feel that good? Sam sighed with relief when the ropes were unbound, able to feel the blood creep back into them and start them up tingling hard, which Daniel's rubbing began to sooth, Sam flopping onto his back. "Thank you... god... I do love you..."
Daniel was a little over-protective as he grabbed Sam's arm before he hit the mattress and struggled to hold his dead weight. "Your back-" He laughed and leaned in to kiss Sam, unable to keep from doing it every so often. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Still weary from what they just did, Daniel groaned as he rolled over, grabbing the first aid kit from under the bed before he turned back. He sat indian-style on the bed, kit in his lap as he picked out a few large rectangle bandages and spoke casually. "I know this is kind of a mood killer, but it was sort of worth it to fuck you bloody."
Sam went "Oh!" when Daniel caught him by the arm and made him remember. He pushed himself up a little wobbly, barely able to push himself onto his elbow because his arm wasn't yet quite obeying commands. It was it's own dead weight, gaining back it's use like he'd been under anesthesia and was only now regaining it's use. He sort of wobbled until he managed to sit up, watching Daniel reach over for something. His smile quirked up onto his lip and he shook his head. "It's okay... I don't really want to bleed all over your sheets. Though I guess it'd be just another bodily fluid of mine mingling with the others.." He licked his lips and carefully tried to turn to make it easier for Daniel to get his back, still a bit blissed out, smiling to himself. "Does it look good, sir..?"
Daniel bit his lip through a grin as Sam showed him his back. He wanted to say it was beautiful, but that familiar prickling behind his eyes and lump in his throat made him stop. It was stupid that this was what made him react emotionally, but, at that moment, Sam was perfect: sexy, sweet, submissive. He laughed at his own 'feelings' in an attempt to keep from crying from happiness and nodded behind Sam's back before he realized he needed to say something. His voice came out rough as he said, "You look beautiful," and dropped a kiss to the N before he focused on cleaning Sam's wounds and applying the bandages. "And I love you bleeding on my sheets. Believe it or not, I was more worried about my Sam than my sheets. He's important to me and I didn't want him getting infected or hurting himself."
Sam heard his laugh and it made his hear soar, tears prick at his eyes though he tipped his head up a little to encourage them to sink back into the ducts where they came from. He bit his lip when Daniel's answer to 'Does it look good' was 'You look beautiful,' something that really made him want to turn and just tackle Daniel down and kiss his breathless. He hissed softly at the kiss over the cut, wondering which letter it was, if it was specific. He bent down carefully to expose his back better for Daniel, let him work with it as he let out his own breathless laugh. "You take very good care of me... or should I have said that in third person?" He grinned wryly and lifted up a little to look at him over his shoulders. "Kiss me again?" He briefly lifted one of his arms, tapping his lower lip. "Here this time..?" He looked hopeful, throwing in, "Your Sam would very much like that.."
Daniel rolled his eyes at Sam's request, but gave in easily despite seeming put out by it. He leaned in and sighed against Sam's lips, "Smart ass," before kissing him softly.
