Blaine feels utter excitement thrum up his spine and into his rib-cage as the plane lands in Vancouver. He looks out the window, his eyes soaking everything up because God, he’s never been anywhere. Despite the last notice, Sam was pretty understanding about him leaving. Not that he trusts Sebastian in the slightest but he can’t say no to the money either.
They’re saving as much of it as they can to get a better apartment in a different neighborhood. They’ll probably still work the corner and the bar but--one step at a time right? He’s supposed to text his friend ever night, just in case and really--in a town where no one is who they say they are, Blaine’s lucky he’s met someone real. Sam’s that person.
“This is already beautiful,” He grins at Sebastian as they move off the plane and wait for baggage claim. Sebastian has on a hat and sunglasses, doing his best to pull off incognito so he’s not recognized by paparazzi or over eager fans, “The plane ride was so smooth-- I thought for sure I’d be terrified.”
It’s a wild Wednesday night for Sebastian--flash cards and Taco, the cat picking up everything he puts down with his teeth.
“Hey, knock it off.” He snatches the note card quickly and puts it back down where he had it but Taco picks up another one. He taps her head with his pen and looks back down at the long list of words he has to have a test on on Friday. He knows it’ll be a little easier, because it’s not like a fill in the bubble quiz or anything.
The doctor he’s been working with is going to run through the list of procedures, diseases, and terminology while Sebastian uses the terms applicably. Which means, by hand--either with a cadaver, a real-life pet or something on the computer. It’ll be a bit easier, but not too easy, he’s still got like...fifty terms that he hasn’t memorized yet.
He lets out a slow breath. He’s in for a long night.
“Try not to destroy anything.” He tells Taco even though he knows that’s a long-shot, moving towards the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
Sebastian enjoys Tuesdays for two reasons: they only have two morning classes and therefore he and Jeff can have lunch at the Brew Lab, their favourite coffee place in all Cambridge. Unfortunately, it’s situated too far away from the campus, so they can’t visit that often.
He is discussing their weekend plans with Jeff at their usual table. when he sees a familiar looking person entering the cafe. Blaine? What the hell is he doing here?
Cristian opened the door anxiously when he heard the knock, having waited all evening for Leo’s arrival. He hadn’t had a Dominant over to his house for a scene in... well... years he realized, the last being Cosimo Medici two years prior. Any time he’s submitted to another outside of a brothel, it had been in the Dominant’s residence— Cristian rarely invited individuals over, let alone to scene. And so there he stood, anxious and eager, remembering their meeting covering expectations for an eventual scene together. He had been almost smug when he’s called Tru’s two days prior, notifying them that he would be cancelling his upcoming appointment— and all further, for the time being. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but prayed things worked out between Leo and himself, and perhaps if so, that it might become something regular.
“Glad to see you haven’t changed your mind about this,” he teased as he greeted Leo, eyeing his bag with interest. “Did you want to take this upstairs, or down to the bedroom?”
After the discussion they’d had, Leo felt an unusual nervousness over the upcoming scene with Cristian. This would be very different from past scenes with others. Where the previous submissives he had been with were hardly looked at again, Cristian would inevitably be different. He wanted the scene to go well, and he merely reminded himself that that the other had asked him to be himself. Seeing his face the moment he arrived brought a smile to his face, the teasing comment nearly causing him to laugh, “I’m afraid once you agreed to this, there was no turning back for you. I’ve wanted this.” His hand lifted to touch Cristian’s face before looking towards the stairs. “I think down to the bedroom would be easiest.” He nodded in the direction, “Should I take it down now?”
Leo’s words made Cristian’s stomach flutter, finding himself once again affected by the other’s casual admittance of interest. “Yeah. That sounds good,” he agreed, shuttling the door being Leo and gesturing for him to go ahead before he followed.
With a nod, Leo made his way down the stairs and into the bedroom. His eyes fell on the bed for a moment before he turned around to face Cristian. “Is there a particular place you would prefer that I put the bag?” After all, it wasn’t his home and he wanted to respect the submissive’s space.
"Not at all-- so long as the bottom of it isn't dirty, put it wherever you'd like, Sir," Cristian replied. "Is there anything you need you didn't bring?"
Leo took a moment to think over everything he'd brought with him as he set the bag down. He shook his head as he turned his attention back on Cristian. "No, I think I have everything. At least, I certainly hope that I do."
Cristian chuckled, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "Well I certainly hope you do as well." He paused a moment before adding, "So... How would you like me?"
The question flipped a switch in Leo. His eyes ran over the submissive for a moment before a smirk crossed his features. He would like him a good many ways, but Leo had to remember to slow his thoughts down. "For starters, not there on the bed. Not yet. Come stand before me."
Cristian stilled for a moment before slowly slipping back off his bed and approaching Leo. He could feel the slight shift in dynamic, feeding off of the Dominant's tone and request. "Yes?" He asked, stopping just in front of Leo.
Leo smiled slightly when Cristian stopped in front of him with a question. He swallowed, his eyes meeting the blue of Cristian's. With one hand curling around the nape of the submissive's neck, he leaned in, his lips finding the submissive's before pulling back. Maybe someday he would tell Cris that he didn't kiss his subs during a scene, but right now that didn't matter. "I want you to undress. You can leave your underwear on if you want. Once you're done, kneel in front of me." He took a step back to watch the male, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited.
The kiss instantly calmed any nerves Cristian had, gaze lingering on Leo's for a moment before he began to strip. Should he strip the whole way? Now that was a question... Leo had left it up to him-- and had it been anyone else, Cristian would have never considered stripping entirely. His gaze flickered bashfully to Leo once again as he finished taking off everything but his boxer briefs, and he did his best to remain calm. He liked Leo.. A lot. And the part of him that itched to submit wanted to do so fully-- caving to every one of the Dominant's whims. Odds were-- if Leo was truly interested in him-- he'd be seeing Cristian naked sooner than later, he rationalized as his thumbs hooked under the waistband of what remained of his modesty. Slipping his underwear to the ground, Cristian sank to his knees and glanced up at Leo longingly, despite his nerves, through half-lidded eyes. "I'd rather give you what you want, Sir."(edited)
There was hesitation in Cristian's movements, and at first Leo thought that the submissive wouldn't fully undress. However, in the next moment he was there, naked, and Leo felt desire rush through him. Hearing Cristian's words left Leo floored for a moment as he stared back into the submissive's eyes. Stepping forward Leo's fingers slid into the submissive's hair, in a rare gentle gesture. "You're so good," he murmured. Perfect. He thought. Leo moved around him. his hand leaving Cristian's hair to brush over the top Cristian's left shoulder. His hand remained on the submissive's shoulder as he admired his form from behind. He let his fingers leave a trail across the back of Cristian's shoulders and coming to a stop in front of him. HIs fingers moved to run along the submissive's jawline before stepping back to admire the sight of him for a moment before pulling his shirt off and setting it aside, only to return his gaze to Cristian who remained kneeling before him.
Cristian leaned into the touch, the praise melting over him with a fine warmth. "Thank you, Sir," he answered back shyly. His eyelashes fluttered closed as he spoke, finding it easier to ignore how vulnerable he felt under the other's watch. He just barely noticed the sound of Leo discarding his own clothing then, eyes flickering back open to curiously catch a glimpse of the Dominant. He hadn't seen the other shirtless since the day they'd been caught in a storm while out running, and Cristian had been too nervous then about what Leo thought of him to really let his eyes linger. Now, it was hard not to look.
It was clear that Cristian was taking in Leo's appearance. "Do you see something you like?" He asked, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he undid the belt he wore, and then unfastened his pants, pulling them off and setting them along with his shirt. There was a moment where Leo considered keeping his own underwear on, but he'd asked Cristian to strip, and he wasn't ever a shy man. With a final movement he found himself standing in front of the submissive completely naked for a moment before he nodded to the bed. "Climb up on the bed for me, Cris."
“I figure it’s only fair,” he replied cautious, yet playfully. He almost wanted to eat his words a moment later though when Leo fully stripped as well— not at all expecting the action. His gaze immediately avoided the overs, not trusting himself, and the command to move to the bed was very much a welcome one. “Yes, Sir,” He squeaked, moving to stand and make his way over to the bed, climbing on top and sitting with his gaze locked on the safety of his lap.
Leo noticed how Cristian avoided looking at him, and the change in his voice as he moved to follow Leo’s instruction. He didn’t move for a moment, but finally he slowly walked toward the submissive. “Look at me, Cris.” The command was nearly pleading. He wanted to see Cristian’s eyes on him. It was greedy, but that didn’t stop him... “Do I make you nervous?” He asked as he stopped in front of Cris and reached his hand out to run his fingers through the submissive’s hair.
Cristian glanced up, gaze drifting over Leo’s body before it locked with the other’s eyes. “A bit,” he admitted, letting his eyelashes flutter closed again as he leaned into the touch. “A good nervous,” he added softly.
Watching Cristian’s physical reaction to his touch, Leo smiled, although the submissive couldn’t see it. His fingers gripped Cristian’s hair a little firmer as he leaned in to kiss him again, taking his time as his free hand slid up the submissive’s thigh to his hip. When he broke the kiss it was only to place a line of kisses from his jaw down his neck.
He could feel his body relaxing more and more with each touch, his nerves quieting for the moment as he focused on the feeling of Leo’s palms against his hip and the other tugging at his hair. Following Leo’s lead, he eagerly returned the kiss until the attention gravitated elsewhere, arching his neck encouragingly. Cristian couldn’t remember the last time a Dominant had gone to such length’s at the start of a scene with him, feeling a mix of warmth and satisfaction at the mere thought.
Leo could feel Cristian relaxing in his touch, responding to each thing he did. Changing his attention to the other side, his lips moving slowly along his skin, Leo wrapped his other arm around Cristian to pull him into his body. He wanted to feel the submissive’s body against his, the heat of his skin against his own. His lips ghosted up along Cristian’s neck as he said, “Lay back on the bed for me.”
"Yes, Sir," Cristian replied without hesitation, feeling weak in the knees as he moved, laying back against the bed. He wasn't fully sure what Leo had planned for the scene, but found himself sinking into an easy submission, willing to follow the other's lead.
Once Cristian was laying back, Leo went to the bag he had brought with him. Pulling out some rope, and a blindfold. Moving back to the bed, he crawled up the bed, straddling the submissive for a moment to run his free hand along the lines of his stomach and over his chest. God, he was gorgeous. Moving up his body, he got the rope in his hands, straddling Cristian's stomach now as he looped the rope around a section of the headboard. His eyes fell to the submissive below him. "Give me your hands, Cris."
The Dominant’s weight across his midsection was comforting, though the fact Leo’s cock was as a result so damn close... was rather... distracting. Cristian could feel his own twitch again with interest. He had little doubt in his mind, considering both of their states of undress, the scene would be sexual— and he was looking forward to it. He raised both hands up towards Leo when requested, eyes following his movements curiously. Though he’d never admit it, he’d bought his bed for the very headboard Leo was making use of, loving the possibilities it provides for scenes with the large cut out design in the wood.
As Leo began to bind Cristian’s wrists he said, “Let me know if this hurts at all, or if it’s too tight, and I can fix it.” It took him a moment until he had Cristian’s arms over his head, and tied up to the headboard. Before moving away he glanced down at Cristian. “How does that feel?” He asked as he reached for the blindfold.
Giving his arms a good tug— noting he could move his arms, but just barely, Cristian nodded. “Comfortable, Sir.” He didn’t fear his arms going numb by any means, but also knew he would have very limited movement, at the mercy of Leo’s plans. It was thrilling, not able to keep a nervous, but eager smile off his face as he his gaze swung from trying to observe the binding and back to the Dominant.
“Good,” Leo replied as he took the blindfold and met Cristian’s eyes a moment before repositioning himself so that he could kiss the submissive again. When he pulled back he held the blindfold for Cristian to see. “If at any point you need me to take this off, you’ll let me know.” He leaned forward to carefully tie a blindfold over the submissive’s eyes. Once done, he climbed off of Cristian, kneeling on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of Cristian laying there completely at his mercy. A smile overtook his features as his hands ran up Cristian’s thighs until he had one hand on either side of the submissive, he leaned in close to his ear and said, “You look so good tied up for me.”
Cristian nodded, smiling as the kiss broke and he felt Leo slip the blindfold over his eyes. The first few seconds were always a bit disorienting for him, but simply knowing Leo was watching him was enough to keep him focused and alert. The gentle touch against his thigh felt heightened with the loss of sight, causing him to tense for a split second, only to feel his cheeks warm and cock twitch again from the feel of the Dominant’s hot breath against his ear. “By all means— keep whispering in my ear like that, and you can keep me like this all night,” he responded back with a bashful smile, biting his lip.
Leo have a low chuckle, lifting his brow in amusement at Cristian’s comment. “Mm, careful, or I might be tempted to just do that.” He enjoyed the playful comment from the submissive, but now that he had him in this position it was time to do whatever he wanted. Pulling back, Leo’s eyes ran down the length of the submissive’s body, smiling to himself again before his fingers ran down the center of Cristian’s chest, then along his ribs, down to his hips. His eyes followed the path his fingers chose to take before he let his palm lie flat against the other male’s hip, his thumb brushing along the skin there as Leo’s lips lowered to place kisses along Cristian’s jaw.
"And here I thought the Dominants were suppose to not cave to a sub's every want during a scene," he teased back, shivering from the other's touch.
The teasing comment brought Leo's head up and he stared at Cristian with amusement. "Is that right?" Moving down Cristian's body he paused over the submissive's tattoo. A mischievous smirk on his face as he dipped his head down, running his tongue along the pattern and then biting at his hip. "What if that's one of my wants?"
"Then by all means, continue on, Sir," Cristian responded back, biting his lip again to hold back another moan.
When Cristian caught his lip with his teeth Leo reached up, and with his thumb he gently released his lip. "No. I want to hear you. I want to know how I'm making you feel." Leo pulled his hand back, letting it run down Cristian's body until he braced himself on one side of the submissive. Leo placed a kiss on each part of the tattoo before leaving a trail of kisses across the submissive's abdomen to his other hip, letting his teeth graze the other's hip there as well.
Cristian nodded softly from behind the blindfold, relaxing his lip. His abdomen tensed as Leo made his way down, muscles tensing in his midsection. "Tickles," he murmured, chuckling softly.
Leo noted the sensitivity with a smirk against Cristian's skin before gently biting along the indent of his hip. This time when Leo pulled back he shifted himself lower. There was another moment where he looked up at Cristian stretched out for him and he felt a flutter in his stomach before lowering his mouth to one of the submissive's thighs. He kissed just above his knee, moving higher up, and as he did, he spread Cristian's legs enough to accommodate for his body. The kisses continued upward before Leo paused to place a kiss near the juncture of his hip and thigh. He leaned in and sucked gently at a spot there.
The last thing Cristian had expected after his tickle comment was the nip at his skin, sharply inhaling as his body tensed again for a moment, hips jerking as he felt himself growing more aroused. Despite the blindfold, he still felt bashful as he felt Leo’s hands spread his legs, knowing he was in the most intimate of ways on full display for the older individual to do with as he pleased. Each gentle yet pronounced action felt heightened, and Cristian couldn’t help but wonder if Leo was always like this during scenes— no wonder submissive’s threw themselves at him, if so. To have a practical god’s attention yet feel like you were the one worshipped. Each touch was sensual and made him feel desired, soft enough to be relaxing yet forceful enough to stir a hunger in him.
As Leo kiss, nipped, or sucked the areas around Cristian’s cock, his hand moved up one of the younger male’s thighs getting teasingly close. In truth, Leo wanted to take him in his mouth, but he wanted to make him crave that touch. Really, he wanted to get the submissive to the point that he begged for Leo to touch him.
Cristian’s lower back arched, cock aching for the ghost like touches that seemed to always just miss it. They hadn’t discussed this— or rather, what was off the table, but if there was any doubt in Leo’s mind, Cristian wanted it gone immediately. “Green,” he practically choked out. “Please, Sir— something,” he begged, unable to keep his hips from trying to wiggle closer to some semblance of real friction. “Anything— Green.”
Leo watched as Cristian’s body responded with need. This was exactly what Leo wanted, for the submissive to beg for a touch. Leo took his time, inching closer, but before giving him what he wanted, he pulled back for a moment. Then finally, Leo lowered his head down running his tongue along the bottom, full length of his cock before reaching the tip to slowly run his tongue, teasingly over the tip. Leo’s hands firmly held Cristian’s hips down, preventing him from pressing up to seek more from the attention he was providing.
“F-fuck,” he stuttered breathlessly, hips testing Leo’s grip on him. Cristian could feel his cock hardening more and more under the other’s taunting, teasing touch. If he was honest, just the knowledge of who it was alone made him quiver with want— the scene already moving in a direction he hadn’t pictured. “Please, Sir,” he reiterated, toes curling from the targeted sensations of the Dominant’s tongue.
Swirling his tongue around the tip, Leo firmly pressed down on Cristian’s hips as he tested the hold. His lips wrapped around the head, and he slowly took Cristian’s length into his mouth, humming gently as his eyes watched the submissive’s reactions with interest, sucking gently in intervals.
Cristian chuckled in relief as he felt Leo’s lips slide over his cock, moaning in delight. “Sweet Jesus— you feel amazing.” Back arched, he continued fruitlessly to try rolling his hips, reveling in the pleasure the other was giving him.
The way that Cristian's back arched, after his comment was a beautiful sight to Leo. Finding a slow rhythm, Leo continued his attention to Cristian. It was one of the things he enjoyed doing most, pleasing a submissive. The more breathless, and desperate that he left them, the better. He watched carefully for Cristian's reactions to make sure that whenever he got close to an orgasm he could stop. He wasn't ready for him to finish, and he planned on denying him a few times until he was begging yet again, except this time for a release.
With each second that passed Cristian could feel himself getting closer— but he knew with any scene, it was very rare he would get to come so soon and without permission. Perhaps if it had been purely sex, but that was secondary to their intentions at the moment. His arms tugged repeatedly on the bindings moaning as he weakly warned, “Stop— too much. I-I’m—“ he knew he wasn’t about to come just yet— but any further, and he wasn’t sure how much he trusted his control.
Listening to Cristian’s warnings, Leo pulled back, albeit slowly. He gave him the beat of a moment before his mouth was soon replaced by his hand, as he stroked him slowly, looking him over through hooded eyes. “What a good boy for warning me,” he murmured. Then, as his hand continued its work, Leo’s mouth wrapped around the tip, as he teased the submissive with his tongue to see how long it would be before Cristian was begging again.
The moment he felt Leo pull back and switch to a less aggressive form of teasing, he knew he’d been right— he wasn’t suppose to actually get off for now. Edging perhaps— and making sure Leo knew how much he enjoyed it, but nothing else. Cristian held off as long as he could when Leo started up again, small whimpers and moans escaping his lips, but all too soon he found himself begging the Dominant to stop again, cock painfully hard and straining.
Taking his cues from Cristian he stopped again as soon as the submissive begged again. Surprised that Cristian was so willing to be denied. It allowed him more time to tease him, however. He wondered how long he could keep this up, what sort of endurance Cristian might have and how far he would be willing to push. He wanted to get Cristian to the point where he was begging for release. Switching back to using his mouth primarily, Leo’s hands released their hold on Cristian’s hips to move over the submissive’s body.
Cristian’s hips reflexively thrust forward the moment he felt Leo take him in his mouth again and the pressure of his hands ease, choking back a gasp. “Fuck- sorry. I’m sorry, Sir,” he forced out panting. It had been far, far too long since he’d had oral sex, embarrassed by his poor control. “You feel too good,” he added with a whine, willing his resolve to hold out longer.
Leo enjoyed the reactions he was receiving, enjoying the way he gasped, and whined, feeling his own cock twitch in response to every sound. He glanced up at the submissive, knowing he couldn’t see him, he moved up his body, making sure to reach down and replace his mouth with his hand again. Leo bit at Cristian’s shoulder before stopping his his teasing to pull the blindfold off. His eyes met the submissive’s. “You don’t need to apologize to me. You have nothing to apologize for. If I need an apology, I will ask for it.” He kissed the submissive’s jaw. “Now... do you want me to make you come?”
It took a moment for Cristian’s gaze to adjust as the blindfold was slipped off, and another to formulate a reply. Leo’s words were touching and duly noted, though his hand made it hard to complete focus and appreciate the words, fighting off his body’s need for release.. “I do... but only if you think I’ve earned it, Sir,” he answered back, figuring he might disclose a bit more about himself in return for Leo’s details on the apology.
The response from Cristian was a perfect submissive response to the question asked. He could only grin at the answer. He wanted to say that he had earned it, that he didn't need to work anymore for it, but he enjoyed teasing. "Hmm... perhaps not yet. But for now..." His lips fell to Cristian's neck as his teeth grazed the skin there before his lips made a path down his body, stopping to flick his tongue over one nipple, and then the other before continuing down. This time he didn't even tease, he took Cristian's cock in his mouth, his eyes looking up to the submissive to see if he would make eye contact as his tongue swiped at him and he began to find a rhythm again.
The sensation of Leo’s lips sliding over his cock and taking him entirely in his mouth suddenly was overwhelming enough, but without the blindfold, Cristian found himself daring to chance a look as well. “Oh, fuck,” he cursed under his break as he did so, shocked to see Leo looking directly back at him, in addition to the already lewd image of the Dominant going down on him. It was a sight he had no doubts he’d catalog for future material on nights spent alone— not that he’d be telling the other. His arms tensed, pulling on the rope, and hips pushed off the bed eagerly, gaze flickering down again. “Please, Sir— Oh God. Please let me soon.”
The moment that Cristian begged to come, Leo considered a moment that he might have him wait, to deny him some more. Except, he was feeling greedy. He wanted to watch Cristian fall apart in front of him. He wanted to see the other male completely at his mercy and with no control over it. Leo focused his attention on making the submissive come, not allowing him to come down from the build-up. His eyes never left Cristian, as his hand joined his mouth to help bring on the submissive's release.
“Praying that’s a yes,” he groaned, hips thrusting eagerly to move in sync with the Dominant’s lips and hand. Cristian could feel the last of his resolve slipping away quicker and quicker, pleasure building rapidly. When Leo failed to back off the moment Cristian started warning him again, the submissive felt the last of his resolve snap, moaning wantonly as his eyelashes fluttered shut and his hips snapped forward, coming.
Cristian’s reaction was everything that Leo had hoped for. However, now his need for the submissive was nearly blinding, and he hardly gave the other time to process what was going on. Leo moved up Cristian’s body his hands working to release the binding of rope that held the submissive’s wrists to the headboard. Once they were freed, Leo made note to take care of that later, but first he had his own needs to concern himself with. “On your hands and knees,” he demanded, before slipping from the bed to grab the lube he’d brought with him.
Cristian's gaze returned to Leo as he road out his orgasm, captivated by the sight of the Dominant's lips still snuggly wrapped around his cock. When Leo finally pulled off him and moved up closer to undo his wrists, Cristian found himself at a total loss for words. Holy Shit. Still in a daze, he almost missed the request. Hands and knees.. right.. ...Holy Fucking Shit. Cristian usually wasn't one for sleeping with a Dominant so quickly, but he couldn't deny the idea of being fucked by Leo was more than enticing. He rolled onto his belly and slid his weight back onto his knees when he felt Leo slip off the bed, arms still laying flat above his head as he turned to stare at the Dominant through bedroom eyes. It felt a lot less like a scene and more like a hookup very quickly, but Cristian had zero complaints, wanting more of Leo.
Leo's eyes caught Cristian's for a moment. Fuck, he could get used to that look, and having him waiting on his knees this way was even better. Climbing up on the bed behind Cristian, Leo took a moment to run one of his hands up Cristian's back before focusing on the lube. Applying some to his finger, he was slow, gentle as he inserted a finger into the submissive despite how impatient and needy he was feeling. After a moment he added a second finger. He wanted to be careful now because he wasn't sure he was going to be very careful once he was finally fucking Cristian.
Cristian's back caved to Leo's touch, chest pressed to the bed and ass encouragingly high. The lid of the lube bottle broke the silent in the room as it was opened, and Cristian willed himself to relax, nerves climbing slightly in anticipation. The initial press of Leo's finger reflexively caused him to arch his back more, gasping silently from the odd yet pleasant sensation. It wasn't until the second finger that things felt slightly uncomfortable. Cristian moaned softly as he felt the Dominant slowly work him open, hips rolling back lazily in response to each stroke of Leo's fingers inside him.
His free hand ran down Cristian's thigh as he continued to move his fingers inside the submissive. As he did he leaned forward, "You're going to want to get up, Cris. Elbows, or hands, your pick," he instructed, waiting for him to reposition himself before asking, "Are you ready for me?" It was a consideration that he didn't normally give his submissives before, either. He would give them a moment to adjust, and when he felt it was time, he would normally proceed. It was taking all his willpower not to take Cristian now, especially with his hips up and his ass there available to him.
Cristian rolled his hips back against Leo's fingers again, slowly moving to his elbows. "Happy?" He answered in amusement. "I.." Cristian paused a split second, hesitating. He usually worked himself open with three fingers when he was left to his own devices, but he wasn't about to give Leo a play by play of his nights alone. "Just give me a moment to adjust after, yeah?" He asked softly, hoping the Dominant would agree.(edited)
A brow arched in amusement at Cristian's response after repositioning himself. He almost made a comment on his question, but he opted against it. The hesitation in Cristian almost had him pausing, but instead he nodded, "Of course. I'll give you time to adjust." Leo pulled his fingers out and prepared himself, stopping for just a moment before he slowly pushed inside Cristian. He tried to be as gentle and slow as possible, knowing that the feel of him would be a rather large difference to his fingers. Leo bit back a groan at the tight feel of Cristian around his cock, his fingers digging into the submissive's hips as if gaining strength to prevent himself from taking what he wanted. "Tell me when..." he said, waiting for Cristian's okay before he moved.
The feeling of Leo's cock was almost dizzying with how disorienting and uncomfortable it was initially, legs feeling like jelly with the intrusion. He had to mentally concentrate on not pushing Leo back out immediately, breathing heavier for a moment as he willed himself to relax. All the toys in the world didn't compare to actually being fucked-- and Cristian sadly hadn't been since 2018, body aching in old yet familiar ways. He knew staying still as only good for so long though, and he'd need Leo to actually move in order for him to adjust and enjoy himself. "Good-- I'm good," he responded not too long after he felt the other bottom out. Instead, he concentrated on the possessive and immobile feel of Leo's fingers gripping him. "Move. Please."
That was the only cue that Leo needed in order to begin. At first, Leo moved in and out slowly. Trying to give Cristian time to adjust to his size, and length. With the friction, however, Leo was quickly losing his self-control. His brow furrowed as he let out a moan, his hips beginning to move a little faster, the pace still not as fast, nor as hard, as Leo wanted it to be.
Elbows digging into the bedsheets for support, Cristian thrust his hips back to meet Leo's thrusts after letting himself adjust to the feel and rhythm the Dominant had set. If he did so just right, a small wave of pleasure rewarded him, the angle delightfully hitting his prostate which quickly helped distract from any discomfort.
For a few more thrusts, Leo managed to hold himself to the slower pace that he was at, but after a while he wanted more. With a groan, he began to thrust a little faster, just a little harder. One hand remained on Cristian's hip, pulling his hips back to meet his own, his other hand ran down the outside of the submissive's thigh, and then pressed up his inner thigh before his hand brushed against the other's cock.
A surprised gasp escaped Cristian's lips as he felt Leo's hand brush against his cock, still sensitive despite how aroused he was quickly becoming again. His fingers grasped at the sheets below his palms for added support, as he felt he pace quicken, rolling his hips back against Leo's in unspoken encouragement.
Feeling Cristian's hips moving with his, Leo soon gave up trying to maintain control. His hips pushed into the submissive's harder, faster, as his breath was interrupted by a low, "Fuck- Cris..." Both of his hands went to the other's hips as he maintained his quicker pace for a short while before slowing slightly to a steadier pace again. As he did so, his hand went back around, teasing the head of Cristian's cock. He knew the other would be sensitive, but he wanted to make him come again, wanted to hear the sounds he'd been making before.
Cristian's eyes squeezed shut, moaning as he caved to the mixture of pain and pleasure from Leo's increased rhythm and pressure on his hips. He could feel his cock swinging painfully as it got harder and harder, only for the pleasure to heighten as Leo's hand returned. He cried out, begging Leo to go harder as he chased the addicting release of pleasure.
Leo's hand moved over Cristian's cock as he continued to push himself to the brink of release. His head fell back for just a moment as another moan tore from him as he kept his steady rhythm while trying to please the other. Looking back down at the form of the submissive before him he shuddered slightly at the sight, closing his eyes as he committed the image to memory wanting to remember moment in future.
Unaware of the other’s gaze, Cristian’s back curved more, desperately aching for more and more contact as he felt another orgasm building. He couldn’t see Leo, but the hand on his cock and moans coming from the Dominant were encouraging enough for him to continue begging, greedily hoping to get off twice in a single afternoon— a rarity if he was honest.
The begging was nearly his undoing. Leo was greedy in the sense that he wanted to make Cristian have a second orgasm, but at the same time, or as close to the same time, as himself. "Tell me... when you're close." He managed to get out between gasps and moans.
“F-faster— your hand,” Cristian clarified, panting as his cock eagerly thrust into the Dominant’s hand. He could feel his body tensing, still chasing the building pleasure with an almost animalistic drive. “—Already close.”
Taking his cues from Cristian, his hand moved faster over the submissive's length. Hearing he was already close had him groan loudly. He wasn't going to have to fight off his own orgasm long, then. "Come for me, Cris," he bit his lip as his hips drove into Cris harder, seeking his own release.
Cristian’s second climax tore through him, crying out as he felt his body quake. He could feel his heart beating in his ears as he road out the sensation for a second time in under an hour, mind utterly blank from thought. His own frame began to go slack not long after, pliant in the Dominant’s grasp as he felt Leo’s hips continue to mercilessly take him.(edited)
Watching Cristian come apart this time was even better than the first time. His cry filling the room, and sending a shot of pleasure through him in response, and feeling his body's reaction to the orgasm Leo gave him sent Leo speeding towards his own release. Grabbing hold of Cristian's hips, his fingers tightened as if he were seeking the submissive's help to ground him as his orgasm took over, crying out Cristian's name before riding out his orgasm. His breath slowly returned to normal, as he came down from his orgasm, a slow and pleased smile taking over his face. He was careful as he pulled out of Cristian, pulling the submissive's body up against his chest so he could place a kiss on the submissive's neck before letting his lips brush down over his shoulder and his teeth nipped at the skin before he placed another kiss there and then sucked at the area. He knew it would leave a mark there, but it would be easily hidden with his clothes. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, actually concerned over Cristian and how he was feeling, knowing he had been rather rough at the end.
Every muscle in his body felt exhausted and Cristian’s weight slumped, relaxing with a sigh against the bed. He felt naked and exposed— in particular when Leo slipped out, but the Dominant’s presence was comforting and hands reassuring. “‘Mm okay,” he answered softly, relaxed, but still in a faint daze.
Leo sat on the bed next to Cris, reaching over to run one of his hands through the submissive’s hair. He watched him for a moment quietly before getting up. “I might go shower, if that’s alright with you?” He picked up the items he had used to tuck them back in his bag as he spoke.”
Cristian nodded, musing silently to himself that he should get cleaned up as well, but would wait till the other was finished. “Feels nice,” he mumbled, letting his eyes drift shut for the moment as his weight shifted ever so slightly from the waist down, turning to his side to weight his weight on his hip.
Leo didn’t take long getting cleaned up. When he walked back into the room, he pulled on a pair of underwear, and his pants, walking over to Cristian. He leaned over to kiss his shoulder. “Do you want me to stay with you a little while? We could watch TV? Unless you’re too tired... I can just... stay with you for a little? Only if you want, of course.”
Cristian glanced up through bleary eyes, realizing he’d been about to pass out and was still a mess. Gross. Leo sticking around for a little sounded nice though, and he didn’t want the Dominant to leave just yet. “If you don’t mind waiting for me to clean up... you’re welcome to wait upstairs. Tv sounds good,” he offered, moving to sit up. He winced slightly as he did so, pausing before he slipped out of the bed finally, making a mental note to avoid sitting later if he could help it.
With a nod, Leo answered, “I don’t mind waiting.” In truth, he would prefer to stay with Cristian, but he was crossing into unfamiliar territory with the submissive. His usual habits from scenes didn’t seem appropriate, but he wasn’t sure what was allowable. When Cristian went to clean up, Leo made his way upstairs, sitting himself on the couch and turning on the TV while he waited. His mind raced over what had just happened, and he tried not to get his hopes up that there might be another scene in their future.
Cristian sighed, leaning against the wall of the bathroom for a moment before moving to turn on the shower and get cleaned up. He felt dirty and exhausted still, and wanted the Dominant, but knew asking Leo to join him probably would have been too much. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit sour at the other's lack of effort in any semblance of aftercare. Did he usually do the absolute bare minimum at best like this with his hookups? Cristian mused it over as he got cleaned up, annoyed by the possibility and determined to not be treated the same way if they did this again. He hoped to do it again, but only if Leo was willing to connect more, and value aftercare as much as he valued using the submissive's body. Once clean, Cristian went back into his room and found a pair of pajama pants and a older, slightly baggy shirt to slip on, not bothering with underwear before making his way upstairs. It wasn't even dinner time, but he had no intentions of going anywhere the rest of the day, so it seemed appropriate. Spotting Leo, he walked over and grabbed a throw blanket off the one end of the couch as he did so. "Anything good on?" He asked, making conversation as he moved to lay down with his head in the Dominant's lap. He wasn't even going to give Leo the choice, he decided, greedily wanting physical contact as well as to avoid sitting still for a bit longer. If Leo wanted another scene-- and was genuine about interest, Cristian intended to make it known what he would and wouldn't tolerate sooner, rather than later.
When Cristian entered the room, Leo's eyes ran over the submissive in his relaxed state of dress and smiled up at him. "Um..." Leo turned his attention back to the tv momentarily and shrugged slightly. "Haven't really found anything in particular." As he spoke, however, his eyes fell on the submissive as his head was suddenly in his lap. Despite being taken by surprise, he couldn't help but smile. This was a clear sign of what he wanted. Without even thinking twice, Leo's fingers slipped into Cristian's hair, running through it gently, and slowly. His eyes didn't even bother with whatever was on the TV for a while as he just watched his fingers slip through his hair. As he sat there with Cristian this way, he couldn't help but think that he could be like this regularly and it would make him happy. It also gave him hope that there might actually be a next time. Surely, he wouldn't be laying here with him like this if there wasn't a chance.
Cristian sighed, cuddling up under the blanket and allowing himself to enjoy the feel of Leo’s hands in his hair. This.. This was what he needed. “You’re kind of shit at aftercare, FYI,” he mumbled after a bit, pouting as he glanced up towards the ceiling out of the corner of his eye, unable to see Leo’s face behind him. “I don’t usual scene with people who don’t even offer me a damp cloth after fucking my brains out... But I’d like to do it again so long as you’re willing to be a bit more attentive after... even like this,” he added, one hand poking out of the blanket to gesture between them. “—Next time. If you’re interested, of course.”
His words had Leo's eyebrows lift with surprise. Well, he couldn't exactly argue with Cristian there. Aftercare was not his specialty, mainly because he felt that it got too personal with his subs. "I'm sorry, Cris," he apologized. The submissive deserved better, and in truth Leo wanted to give him better. Leo's fingers continued to run through Cristian's hair before saying, "I am interested, by the way, in a next time. So, if we have a next time, I will promise to do better. I'll take better care of you."
“I intend to hold you to that promise” Cristian replied, turning his head to briefly make eye contact with the Dominant before his head moved and gaze faced the television again. “I can count the number of people I’ve slept with on my fingers, Sir... I wouldn’t have let you, if I wasn’t interested in more than a one time thing.”
"I hope that you do." Leo's eyes met Cristian's, a small smile playing at his lips before the submissive's attention turned away from him again. What surprised him, however, was what Cristian said next. God, he couldn't even remember how many people he'd slept with, and that fact made him feel horrible. He didn't deserve what Cristian was giving him. Not even a little bit. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on his fingers running through the submissive's hair. "Then I consider myself lucky." Very lucky, he thought to himself.
Cristian knew he was being rather personal and open— and even was potentially pressuring Leo with his words. He didn’t think Leo was the type to easily cave to pressure though, and wouldn’t take the words the wrong way. “Very,” he replied cheekily, yawning after. “We can... talk details later,” he added, letting his eyes flutter closed as he relaxed. He wasn’t sure how to approach the idea of exclusivity yet, but he hoped if Leo and him continued on and began scening together regularly, that the Dominant would stop sleeping around. He knew not to get his hopes up just yet though, not confident just how deep the Dominant’s interest in him went.
He laughed at Cristian’s reply, shaking his head as a smile lingered on his face. “Later,” he agreed. “I’m not going anywhere.” Not figuratively, and for now he was content to spend what free time remained to him today with the submissive. He watched Cristian for a while, however, that smile never once leaving his face.
Effie had only been reopen for nearly a week., and the overwhelming amount of people that had come in with little things had been awfully ridiculous. Effie was putting up chargers on the rack, mentally counting how many phones she had to repair that day. One was sitting in a bag of rice, three severely cracked phone screens, two weren’t charging, and one just wouldn’t turn on no matter what. But she guessed it might have been an induced panic, she had been closed for two weeks, after all.
The only bad thing about having a locally owned business in which you refuse to hire employees at was that Effie had to do all the grunt work herself. She was restocking her equipment—for whatever reason, some moron literally cleared and entire shelf worth of phone chargers instead of just letting her fix the damn thing-
Crash!
Effie jerked up, head whipping out to the floor of her store. If there were some fucking kid out there messing up her store, she would be knocking heads together. Making a face, she swore under her breath as she practically stormed out of the back room.
What the fuck was that?
“Cat?”
It was not a cat. It looked like some sort of… animal… with crackling fur. She could sense the electricity coming from it as it knocked over more stuff. All caring of whatever the hell that thing was went away, and she went after it, determined to get that thing out before it caused more damage.
Rock was nervous beyond belief. This was the big thing, he’d promised himself if this worked, if he got an exhibition, he’d quit his job, live off whatever he could make and Robin’s money if they had to, and go for his dream again. he’d already been rejected by one place, but there were a couple more that were all supposed to get back to him today, this was his last shot. More than nervous he was excited he found. He wanted this, he needed and craved it, and it felt like a part of himself had been slowly dying, decaying and putrefying in the husk of his body as he’d been walking around and somehow he’d not noticed the stench of it until Robin finally confronted him fully with it. Until he’d thrust that camera in his hands like giving back a phantom limb and telling him to run, and run he did. He’d had that in his hands almost nonstop since then, any time he wasn’t at work or fucking Robin he’d been out shooting.
Now as he stood on the steps of their brownstone he jittered, fumbling with his keys before finally getting inside. “Honey, I’m home!” he called, voice catching a bit as the nerves started up. “They didn’t call yet, did they?” he asked. He’d given them the landline number, stupidly, because they were old and had asked for it and he hadn’t even thought to lie and just say they didn’t have one. It made things more difficult, but right now it hardly mattered since he was home.
She had been trying to fix an old engine when the explosion happened. Bright lights ignited before her eyes, blinding her as the car behind the one she was working on exploded, engulfing the one she was working on and sending bits of metal out. The impact from it had sent Raven flying across the lot, it had blown her backwards into the halfway shut garage door, causing her head to hit against the surface hard enough to knock her out.
That was all she could remember.
The rest would be told to her by the doctors. Doctors who had swarmed her mere seconds after she regained consciousness. She hardly had time to register the pain in her where the IV had been placed, but that would be the least of her concerns once the doctors were finished talking to her. Once they finished informing her of her injuries.
When she had hit her head, she had cracked it. It had required five stitches just beneath her hairline. She had been bruised up badly and had gained multiple cuts over her body. But the worst injury? Her leg.
The doctors told her about how a piece of sharpnel from the explosion had become embedded in her leg. They told her how it had it gone so deep that the surgeons couldn't safely remove her.
They told her that her leg would be pretty much useless to her.
After that she became hyper aware of the numbness that covered her leg. She could feel nothing, not even the fingers that she ran gingerly across the bruised skin.
But if she tried to flex it? Even if it barely moved, she could feel the pain. It was the only thing that she could focus on. Well, that and Octavia. Her best friend who she had not seen or spoken to since their fight.
That was a week ago.
Would she find out that Raven was in the hospital? Would she come to see her? A large part of Raven was hoping that she would show up, that she would be worried about her. But that other, small part, refused to need Octavia. It refused to allow her to want Octavia to be there.
