( Should Claude keep counting? Dimitri considers the question, hand smoothing his way over the marks he's left on the curve of the other's ass. The touches are slow and indulgent, and he lets Claude rock his hips against his thigh. But the motion is followed by another slap to one cheek. )
No. ( Another slap. ) I want you to tell me what you want. ( There's no slap this time, but his hand down move, following the crease of Claude's ass, dipping between the man's thighs to graze his balls curiously with the tips of his fingers. )
[Claude chokes out another moan, shaking a little with every slap. It stings so much, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. That's a release of its own, making him sink deeper.
Gods, there's so much that he wants, but as soon as Dimitri gives the order it's like all the words to express it fall right out of his head. He's still expecting more spanks, a surprised whine escaping him as Dimitri's hand slides lower.] Ohhh... [He squirms in Dimitri's lap again as fingers barely nudge against his balls, his mind racing with possibilities. The answer that comes is barely, terrifyingly honest.] I want to be yours, want you to use me. Please, Dima!
( Dimitri is certain the attention to Claude's ass might be bordering on too much, and he considers ignoring that thought in favor of continuing. Seeing how far he can push Claude until the man is begging for him to stop. But the way Claude is squirming and speaking is far more appealing at the moment. )
Tell me how you want me to use you.
( His hand doesn't dip any further than it already has. Instead, it retreats, back to the abused ass. He strokes it slowly again, admiring the color, imagining the way Claude will feel after all of this... Certainly it will be difficult to forget what he's done to him with these marks. The thought urges him to leave another smack against one cheek, and his hand stills there. Feeling the heat of Claude's skin, how warm it is from the abuse. )
[He groans as Dimitri's hand moves back to his sore ass, a sob catching in his throat at the next smack. It feels like its burning, he's sure it must be practically glowing red.
Awfully cruel of Dimitri, to make words so uncharacteristically difficult for him and then demand he give them. He tries to put his thoughts together, to pull back from the pure physicality.] I want-- [He rocks his hips again, swallowing back a whine.] Want you to use me for your own pleasure. I want your cock down my throat, in my ass, I don't care which. I want you to fuck me however you want to, and come inside me. [He feels like one raw nerve now, exposed, vulnerable. At least his face is still hidden in the sheets, he's not sure he could do this if he had to look at Dimitri. His voice comes out quiet, choked with need.] I want to please you. [He wants to be wanted, owned and treasured, willingly chosen... not just the only available option.]
( The sound that leaves Claude makes Dimitri's own cock ache for attention, fluid beading at the tip and into the fabric of his pants. He loves the sounds he can pull from Claude, the way he can make him act so differently from his usual eloquent and vocal self.
He listens carefully to what Claude says, rubbing small circles against the coloring skin to try and coax him into saying more. It's easy to imagine giving into those requests, holding Claude down and having his way with him until he's entirely spent. But there will be time for that. ) Very good, Beloved. ( He praises fondly, giving the man's wrists a small squeeze before releasing his hold. His hand moves instead to stroke a hand over the brown hair once. )
[Claude lets out a shuddering breath at the praise and the pet name, weak in a different way to that soft affection. Admitting these things doesn't come easy to him, and it's a relief that Dimitri knows that, appreciates it. He tilts his head into the man's hand, soaking up the attention for a moment.
Then he nods, reaching for the nearby bedside table. He can just barely pick up the familiar bottle of oil without moving from his spot in Dimitri's lap, and he holds it out for Dimitri to take.]
( The bottle is taken and set aside on the bed for the moment. Dimitri busies his hands elsewhere in favor of pulling Claude up from his lap. It's easy to move him around, manipulate the other man so Claude is sitting on his lap, straddling Dimitri's thighs.
The position gives him the view he wants of Claude's face, to see every reaction he makes that would have been hidden in the bed otherwise. He's slow as he leans forward, gently leaving a trail of soft kisses along the other's jaw. His hands busy themselves with trailing down Claude's back and sides, stopping at his hips to squeeze. )
I love looking at you like this. ( He offers softly, turning his attention to press a soft kiss to Claude's lips instead. ) I want to see your face when my fingers are inside you.
[Claude groans as he's moved about like he weighs nothing at all, grimacing in pain as he's settled on Dimitri's lap. He grabs at Dimitri's shoulders to keep from falling back, feeling unsteady and exposed.
He relaxes into the new position as Dimitri kisses along his jaw, hands rubbing over his back and squeezing at his hips. Normally sharp green eyes are hazy, cheeks streaked with tears, and his expression open and vulnerable. And Dimitri says he loves it.]
Dima-- [His heart clenches in his chest at the soft words, the gentleness of the kiss. He keeps an arm wrapped around Dimitri's shoulder, nodding and fighting the urge to hide his burning face there. Dimitri wants to see his face, and he's going to let him.]
( For a moment, Dimitri lets his arms wind around Claude's waist, holding him steady and close against his own chest. He kisses Claude soft and slow at first before deepening it, tracing the seam of the other's lips expectantly.
Moments like these are some of his favorites - being able to hold Claude against him, to simply kiss him. So he doesn't rush it for now.
When he pulls back, one hand lifts, cupping one tear streaked cheek to gently stroke it with his thumb. )
Relax for me. ( The order is followed by another soft kiss, though this one is shorter as he slips his hand away from the other's cheek in favor of collecting the discarded oil.
It doesn't take long for him to uncap the bottle, and he coats his fingers before setting it aside. One hand settles on the small of Claude's back, the other trailing slick fingers along the crease of his ass expectantly. He watches the other as his hand moves, searching for any hesitation or discomfort as circles Claude's hole with the tip of his fingers. )
[Claude's lips part easily for Dimitri, feeling emboldened enough to tangle his fingers in Dimitri's hair. He loves these moments too, loves the unrestrained passion in Dimitri's kisses, how safe it feels to be held by him.
Gods, there goes his heart again, right into Dimitri's hands as a thumb wipes at his wet cheek. He nods, smiling into the next kiss. Blunt fingertips circle his entrance and he shudders with need, his cock twitching between their stomachs. The stinging soreness on his ass is still very much present, but he can handle it, he can keep himself relaxed for Dimitri.]
( The way Claude shudders against him earns a soft, approving sigh as he leans in, trailing his lips along the line of the other's jaw, feeling the soft brush of dark hair there. The attention doesn't last long, and Dimitri pulls back as he lets one finger press against Claude's entrance. The motion is slow and steady, blue eye watching for any sign of discomfort.
His other hand moves, stroking the line of Claude's back as if to encourage him to stay relaxed against him. )
[Every hint of approval and attention soothes the strain their act outside these doors puts on him, a bit of a pout on his lips when Dimitri pulls back. His disappointment at losing Dimitri's mouth on him is only mitigated by the slick finger pressing more directly against his entrance.
He's been well-behaved so far tonight, needing to willingly sink into submission rather than being forced, but he can't help a little bit of mouthing off at that.] I thought that was the point of the spanking. [His lips quirk into a smile, the teasing in it rather off-set by the flush on his face and the wetness still on his cheeks.]
( Regardless of how far either of them had been pushed throughout the day, Dimitri was sure it was only a matter of time until that edge of bratiness emerged from the Claude. Dimitri doesn't mind it, something that shows in the soft, amused huff that leaves him.
Still, he responds to it by sliding his hand other hand down Claude's back, over his hip and the curve of his ass. His hand lingers there for only a second before it lifts, giving a sharp smack to one cheek. The smack is followed by a careful press of his finger inside of Claude. )
Perhaps it was.
( His finger sinks deeper, slow and careful even as his other hand gives a squeeze of the abused cheek in his grip. )
[Predictably, the slap to his thoroughly reddened cheek pulls a breathless groan from him, wiping the bratty look right off his face. He shudders, his brow pinched from the hand abusing his already sore cheeks. The stinging heat of it drowns out any discomfort that Dimitri's slow, careful finger sliding into him might have caused.
He still doesn't want to disobey that command, though it takes a few impressions of a fish before he finds the right words.] The squeezing h-hurts--! [He stumbles over his words with a gasp as Dimitri repeats the motion, the lines of pain and pleasure already starting to blur.]
( There's something incredibly satisfying seeing the way Claude tries to find words, how he stumbles over them and gasps. This is a side of Claude no one else sees, and he relishes in that. In knowing he pushes boundaries no one else would dare even approach.
The thought has him stroking a hand over one of the reddened cheeks, slow and appreciative, feeling the heat of his previous assaults that warm Claude's skin. ) That was the point of the spanking. ( It's an echo of the words Claude spoke earlier, the motions of his finger inside of the other continuing, slow and steady, waiting to feel the other man relax around him enough to press further.
And his hand on that reddened cheek lifts, slapping against it again. Claude knows the words to use if it becomes too much. )
[Claude lets his head fall forward, hiding his face in Dimitri's shoulder. No telling how long Dimitri will let him keep that up, but it's at least a moment's reprieve from the intensity of that blue eye.
As soon as he relaxes enough that Dimitri pushes in further with his finger, another blow is delivered to his already sore ass, making him clench and gasp. His fingers scrabble uselessly at Dimitri's shoulders, a pathetic whine escaping him. It's only one finger, dammit, he needs to do better if he wants Dimitri's cock in him at some point tonight. And he very much does. He forces himself to take slow, shuddering breaths, to stay relaxed.]
( Dimitri doesn't stop Claude when he feels the weight of his head against his shoulder. Instead, he turns his head to kiss softly at the Claude's jaw. There's a thought to smack Claude again, to push him further, but Dimitri wants more than an aching Claude.
He wants Claude to come undone, to plead for his cock, to beg him for more and more.
Instead of bringing his hand down against the already abused skin, his hand moves to slide up the bare back, over his neck and tangling into the ends of the dark hair. He tugs at the dark hair as his other hand works his fingers deeper. ) Open for me, beloved. Then I can give you what we both want. ( Another tug of the dark hair, and he presses a slow kiss to Claude's lips. )
[Dimitri is not too far from getting what he wants-- a pretty sigh at the gentle kiss to his jaw, the warm hand rubbing over the length of his back, turns into a shaky moan as Dimitri tugs at his hair while burying his fingers in even deeper.
He shakes and tries to nod despite Dimitri's grip on his hair, face flushed and exposed once more. He loves this, loves how effortlessly Dimitri takes control, strings him along on pleasure and pain. Claude trying to fight it never changes the result, only how they get there.
He doesn't fight it this time, practically melting into the kiss. He reaches back with both hands to help spread himself open for Dimitri. The pressure on his thoroughly reddened cheeks aches, the open vulnerability of it making his heart pound in his chest, but he does it anyway.]
( The time it takes for Claude to give in, to properly start submitting to him, is always worth the wait. He presses hard, open mouthed kisses to the dark throat, his fingers unrelenting in the way they move in and out of Claude, spreading and stretching him.
His grip on the dark hair tightens with the way the man spreads his cheeks, and Dimitri groans against Claude's throat. ) Just like that. ( He praises, kissing the man again - relentless in the way his tongue explores the other's mouth. They could spend the night just like this, his fingers fucking Claude, and their mouths on one another, and Dimitri wouldn't complain. But he knows they both need more than that tonight. )
What if I make you finish on my fingers before I fill you, Beloved? Could you do that for me? ( He wonders against the man's lips, easing his grip in the dark hair away in favor of stroking it softly, fondly. )
[The praise has him smiling blissfully into the unrelenting kiss, raw and uninhibited moans rising in his throat as Dimitri's tongue and fingers both claim him. His mouth stays open for Dimitri to claim again at his leisure when he pulls away to speak, eyes darkened with need as they slowly blink open.
The question-- and it's really just his way of letting Claude know what's going to happen, they both know it-- has him whining because he needs Dimitri's cock in him, but he'll have to wait longer for it. The conflicting needs to have Dimitri buried deep inside him as quickly as possible and to obey his Dominant's wishes visibly war in his expression, the latter winning out with a low sob and a nod.] Anything--!
( Of course, Claude won't argue with him. These moments are about the other man submitting, giving into Dimitri's wants to fulfill his own. And Dimitri lives for it, how badly Claude wants him. )
Good.
( It's all he says before his mouth descends again. He's greedy and possessive in the way he kisses the other man, fingers unrelenting in the way they work deeper into Claude. He works them just right - in all the ways he's learned his beloved likes, what takes his breath away, what leaves him trembling with want and need.
When his mouth leaves Claude's, it's only so he can whisper in his ear as his other hand strokes it's way back down the curve of his spine. ) Should I take you like this, Beloved? Or should I bend you over the bed after I use that pretty mouth of yours?
[The open-mouthed kiss is made all the more messy by Claude's increasingly desperate moans as Dimitri plays his body like a fine-tuned instrument. It's a struggle to keep his hands in place, but he wants to keep being good, and he likes the dull ache from the pressure against his ass.
He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
( Perhaps it's his own straining cock becoming too much or how prettily Claude begs... Whatever it is, Dimitri feels something in him snap. A desperation to finally take his lover made stronger with every plea from Claude's lips.
There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )
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No. ( Another slap. ) I want you to tell me what you want. ( There's no slap this time, but his hand down move, following the crease of Claude's ass, dipping between the man's thighs to graze his balls curiously with the tips of his fingers. )
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Gods, there's so much that he wants, but as soon as Dimitri gives the order it's like all the words to express it fall right out of his head. He's still expecting more spanks, a surprised whine escaping him as Dimitri's hand slides lower.] Ohhh... [He squirms in Dimitri's lap again as fingers barely nudge against his balls, his mind racing with possibilities. The answer that comes is barely, terrifyingly honest.] I want to be yours, want you to use me. Please, Dima!
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Tell me how you want me to use you.
( His hand doesn't dip any further than it already has. Instead, it retreats, back to the abused ass. He strokes it slowly again, admiring the color, imagining the way Claude will feel after all of this... Certainly it will be difficult to forget what he's done to him with these marks. The thought urges him to leave another smack against one cheek, and his hand stills there. Feeling the heat of Claude's skin, how warm it is from the abuse. )
In detail.
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Awfully cruel of Dimitri, to make words so uncharacteristically difficult for him and then demand he give them. He tries to put his thoughts together, to pull back from the pure physicality.] I want-- [He rocks his hips again, swallowing back a whine.] Want you to use me for your own pleasure. I want your cock down my throat, in my ass, I don't care which. I want you to fuck me however you want to, and come inside me. [He feels like one raw nerve now, exposed, vulnerable. At least his face is still hidden in the sheets, he's not sure he could do this if he had to look at Dimitri. His voice comes out quiet, choked with need.] I want to please you. [He wants to be wanted, owned and treasured, willingly chosen... not just the only available option.]
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He listens carefully to what Claude says, rubbing small circles against the coloring skin to try and coax him into saying more. It's easy to imagine giving into those requests, holding Claude down and having his way with him until he's entirely spent. But there will be time for that. ) Very good, Beloved. ( He praises fondly, giving the man's wrists a small squeeze before releasing his hold. His hand moves instead to stroke a hand over the brown hair once. )
Give me the oil.
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Then he nods, reaching for the nearby bedside table. He can just barely pick up the familiar bottle of oil without moving from his spot in Dimitri's lap, and he holds it out for Dimitri to take.]
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The position gives him the view he wants of Claude's face, to see every reaction he makes that would have been hidden in the bed otherwise. He's slow as he leans forward, gently leaving a trail of soft kisses along the other's jaw. His hands busy themselves with trailing down Claude's back and sides, stopping at his hips to squeeze. )
I love looking at you like this. ( He offers softly, turning his attention to press a soft kiss to Claude's lips instead. ) I want to see your face when my fingers are inside you.
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He relaxes into the new position as Dimitri kisses along his jaw, hands rubbing over his back and squeezing at his hips. Normally sharp green eyes are hazy, cheeks streaked with tears, and his expression open and vulnerable. And Dimitri says he loves it.]
Dima-- [His heart clenches in his chest at the soft words, the gentleness of the kiss. He keeps an arm wrapped around Dimitri's shoulder, nodding and fighting the urge to hide his burning face there. Dimitri wants to see his face, and he's going to let him.]
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Moments like these are some of his favorites - being able to hold Claude against him, to simply kiss him. So he doesn't rush it for now.
When he pulls back, one hand lifts, cupping one tear streaked cheek to gently stroke it with his thumb. )
Relax for me. ( The order is followed by another soft kiss, though this one is shorter as he slips his hand away from the other's cheek in favor of collecting the discarded oil.
It doesn't take long for him to uncap the bottle, and he coats his fingers before setting it aside. One hand settles on the small of Claude's back, the other trailing slick fingers along the crease of his ass expectantly. He watches the other as his hand moves, searching for any hesitation or discomfort as circles Claude's hole with the tip of his fingers. )
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Gods, there goes his heart again, right into Dimitri's hands as a thumb wipes at his wet cheek. He nods, smiling into the next kiss. Blunt fingertips circle his entrance and he shudders with need, his cock twitching between their stomachs. The stinging soreness on his ass is still very much present, but he can handle it, he can keep himself relaxed for Dimitri.]
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His other hand moves, stroking the line of Claude's back as if to encourage him to stay relaxed against him. )
Tell me if it hurts.
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He's been well-behaved so far tonight, needing to willingly sink into submission rather than being forced, but he can't help a little bit of mouthing off at that.] I thought that was the point of the spanking. [His lips quirk into a smile, the teasing in it rather off-set by the flush on his face and the wetness still on his cheeks.]
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Still, he responds to it by sliding his hand other hand down Claude's back, over his hip and the curve of his ass. His hand lingers there for only a second before it lifts, giving a sharp smack to one cheek. The smack is followed by a careful press of his finger inside of Claude. )
Perhaps it was.
( His finger sinks deeper, slow and careful even as his other hand gives a squeeze of the abused cheek in his grip. )
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He still doesn't want to disobey that command, though it takes a few impressions of a fish before he finds the right words.] The squeezing h-hurts--! [He stumbles over his words with a gasp as Dimitri repeats the motion, the lines of pain and pleasure already starting to blur.]
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The thought has him stroking a hand over one of the reddened cheeks, slow and appreciative, feeling the heat of his previous assaults that warm Claude's skin. ) That was the point of the spanking. ( It's an echo of the words Claude spoke earlier, the motions of his finger inside of the other continuing, slow and steady, waiting to feel the other man relax around him enough to press further.
And his hand on that reddened cheek lifts, slapping against it again. Claude knows the words to use if it becomes too much. )
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As soon as he relaxes enough that Dimitri pushes in further with his finger, another blow is delivered to his already sore ass, making him clench and gasp. His fingers scrabble uselessly at Dimitri's shoulders, a pathetic whine escaping him. It's only one finger, dammit, he needs to do better if he wants Dimitri's cock in him at some point tonight. And he very much does. He forces himself to take slow, shuddering breaths, to stay relaxed.]
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He wants Claude to come undone, to plead for his cock, to beg him for more and more.
Instead of bringing his hand down against the already abused skin, his hand moves to slide up the bare back, over his neck and tangling into the ends of the dark hair. He tugs at the dark hair as his other hand works his fingers deeper. ) Open for me, beloved. Then I can give you what we both want. ( Another tug of the dark hair, and he presses a slow kiss to Claude's lips. )
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He shakes and tries to nod despite Dimitri's grip on his hair, face flushed and exposed once more. He loves this, loves how effortlessly Dimitri takes control, strings him along on pleasure and pain. Claude trying to fight it never changes the result, only how they get there.
He doesn't fight it this time, practically melting into the kiss. He reaches back with both hands to help spread himself open for Dimitri. The pressure on his thoroughly reddened cheeks aches, the open vulnerability of it making his heart pound in his chest, but he does it anyway.]
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His grip on the dark hair tightens with the way the man spreads his cheeks, and Dimitri groans against Claude's throat. ) Just like that. ( He praises, kissing the man again - relentless in the way his tongue explores the other's mouth. They could spend the night just like this, his fingers fucking Claude, and their mouths on one another, and Dimitri wouldn't complain. But he knows they both need more than that tonight. )
What if I make you finish on my fingers before I fill you, Beloved? Could you do that for me? ( He wonders against the man's lips, easing his grip in the dark hair away in favor of stroking it softly, fondly. )
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The question-- and it's really just his way of letting Claude know what's going to happen, they both know it-- has him whining because he needs Dimitri's cock in him, but he'll have to wait longer for it. The conflicting needs to have Dimitri buried deep inside him as quickly as possible and to obey his Dominant's wishes visibly war in his expression, the latter winning out with a low sob and a nod.] Anything--!
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Good.
( It's all he says before his mouth descends again. He's greedy and possessive in the way he kisses the other man, fingers unrelenting in the way they work deeper into Claude. He works them just right - in all the ways he's learned his beloved likes, what takes his breath away, what leaves him trembling with want and need.
When his mouth leaves Claude's, it's only so he can whisper in his ear as his other hand strokes it's way back down the curve of his spine. ) Should I take you like this, Beloved? Or should I bend you over the bed after I use that pretty mouth of yours?
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He's shaking with desperation when Dimitri pulls back, the heated words in his ear scorching through him, tugging at the needy creature inside him.] Dima-- please, I need your cock! [He whimpers as Dimitri's fingers tease at his prostate again, precum dripping continuously from the tip of his untouched but straining cock. The shame of being made to beg has entirely left him at this point, he's so close to cumming.] Gods, please take me, fill me up Dima! I need you inside me!
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There's no warning as his fingers slip carefully out of the other, his hands moving to support Claude's neck and back as he moves them. It's easy to roll them, to put Claude on his back beneath him on the center of their bed as he looks down at him. )
Ask me again, beloved. ( He orders, his hand moving to support himself on the bed as the other reaches for one of Claude's hand, leading it expectantly to the fastener of his pants. He settles easily between the slender thighs, using his knees to nudge them open further, waiting for Claude to undo his pants. )