Take What You Need |Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~4700 words | AU |
Take What You Need
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~4700 words | AU | Warnings for sex slaves? And... Nipple clamps? Honestly, you guys, it's me and Jen. You can probably guess what kinds of undertones this is going to have.
by airgiodslv & disarm_d
So, me and Jen were talking about sex slaves, as one does. We were saying how Brendon as Spencer's sex slave would be happiest, luckiest little guy. Which brings us to:
disarm_d: OHHH, MAYBE SPENCER SHOULD BE THE SEX SLAVE!
airgiodslv: Oooooooh.
airgiodslv: Spencersmithinbedomg?
disarm_d: Yessssssssss.
disarm_d: And he's still *our* Spencer, but he's been all trained in how to behave, right? So he tries to keep that other stuff to himself.
airgiodslv: !!!!!!
disarm_d: And Brendon's been "trained" about how he's the Ruler-person, he's supposed to do the fucking, etc. etc.
airgiodslv: OH MY GOD, YES.
disarm_d: WOULDN'T THAT BE AMAZING?
disarm_d: Seriously, seriously. Jen.
disarm_d: Maybe Spencer's more like a courtesan than a slave. like, he's all educated.
airgiodslv: Yes. Yes please. Yes please now.
disarm_d: He's meant to be the Ruler's, like... Bedroom companion. I don't even know. He's not a "slave" though.
disarm_d: Still, he's super, super super super proper. About what he is and isn't supposed to do.
airgiodslv: Yes! Yes!!!
airgiodslv: And trained in how to please people, but unfortunately his instincts are suggesting that Brendon would be extremely pleased by things that Spencer doesn't usually ever think about being allowed.
disarm_d: Exactly! Yeah. He's totally trained how to please people, and to WATCH.
disarm_d: Because the more he knows about people, the better he can please.
airgiodslv: And he might slip up once on a small thing, so tiny, but he and Brendon both freeze and stare at each other, panting and shocked and really turned on. And then they go back to the proper way of getting off, but it's still there, in the back of their minds. It's happened.
They have their set of motions that they're supposed to run through. Spencer comes in, bows, makes tea/some beverage for both of them. They're meant to talk a little bit. He rubs Brendon down, if Brendon's stressed out. It's all about Brendon, already. All about taking care of Brendon. But, after Brendon's relaxed, he's meant to nod at Spencer, and then Spencer rolls onto his stomach and spreads his legs.
So that's what they do, they go through the motions.
Spencer's already prepared when he comes into the room, so it's not like sex hurts for him or anything. He's already ready, and it's not like Brendon doesn't get hard just from seeing Spencer, much less being touched by him.
Brendon always mumbles, "C'mon, c'mon," in his ear when they're fucking; he always wants to make sure Spencer gets off. Even when he comes first, which Spencer isn't used to. He always expects Brendon to get him off just so he can feel the orgasm himself, or to just stop when he's finished and leave Spencer to take care of it on his own.
Spencer thinks that Brendon's probably into exhibition/voyeurism. Brendon will come, and then he'll tell Spencer to keep going, rolling over so that he can watch Spencer get himself off. (It's fairly rare for "The Ruler" to actually touch his bedroom companions. In sex, it's okay. As foreplay, it's okay. But, after he's come, it'd be kind of weird for Brendon to actively work at getting Spencer off.)
So, Spencer always tries to make himself put on a show. Sometimes it's hard though, because he's already close after being fucked (Brendon watches him, too. Learns how to do it so that Spencer can't help but make noise, instead of just moaning where it's appropriate), and he just wants to get off, touch himself hard and fast, and not pretty and showy. But Spencer's got tuns of self-control, and he always makes himself slow down again.
Brendon is always watching him closely then, too, with dark eyes and his mouth slightly open, still breathing hard and glazed in sweat. Which doesn't make it any easier.
Brendon eventually figures out that he's holding himself back, and he wonders why Spencer would do that. He can tell how close Spencer is, see the tension in his body, but Spencer's being really careful and pretty about it. So Brendon reaches out and touches him, too.
He touches Spencer's wrist first, and then wraps his hand around Spencer's cock, above where Spencer is touching himself. He just squeezes at first, because he's waiting to see how Spencer will react, whether he'll object that Brendon is crossing the line; so Spencer can't move his hand either, but he gasps because he wasn't expecting it, and Brendon's hand is smooth and warm and tight.
Spencer doesn't know what to do, because he knows that he's meant to leave his body available for Brendon, so he maybe should move his hand away, but if he does, it will be like he's asking for Brendon to finish him off, and he knows that he isn't supposed to do that. But then Brendon slides his hand up slowly, watching Spencer's face, and Spencer licks his lips involuntarily and has to squeeze his muscles tight to keep from thrusting into Brendon's hand - completely unacceptable - and he screws his hand around just the slightest bit to keep himself from rocking his hips, and Brendon slowly smiles. And does it again.
Spencer thinks that Brendon is maybe touching him, just like other times when he's touched Spencer skin. Touching him like he just wants to see how Spencer feels underneath his fingers. So, he tries to hold still and patient, and resigns himself to waiting.
Brendon hasn't ever touched someone else like this before, but he's touched himself. He tries to touch Spencer like he touches himself, touches Spencer like he's touching a man, not a "companion." Brendon touches Spencer like he touches himself, like he wants to be touched, so it's fast and tight and a little rough, and Spencer has to fight so hard not to do what he wants to do and throw Brendon down onto the pillows and fuck him until he moans.
Spencer watches Brendon really carefully, trying to figure out what he wants. Brendon looks really, really hot like this, all focused, and still sweaty after fucking Spencer. Spencer ends up coming. He doesn't really mean to, but. Brendon. Looks really fucking hot like this.
Brendon's never gotten someone off like this before, and it's amazing. It's seriously amazing to him, being able to do that. He can't stop grinning afterwards, even more than Spencer, who's loose and kind of dazed, but totally smiley, too.
Brendon can't stop thinking about it, even after Spencer leaves. About how amazing that sense of accomplishment felt.
Brendon wants to get Spencer off again. But, even when Brendon's inside of him, Spencer's still being proper. He's supposed to spread his legs, so that's what he does. Legs spread, eyes closed. And even though Brendon's been looking forward to touching Spencer again and watching him come apart, he can feel the difference. He's not even all that turned on by the middle of it, because nothing he does is making Spencer react the way he wants. He knows a polite moan when he hears one, and that just hurts.
Spencer rocks back against him though -- he's not supposed to make Brendon do all the work -- and Brendon ends up coming. Spencer often comes while they're having sex, but he doesn't this time. His hand was around his cock, but he's not all tight afterwards, like he gets when he was close to coming but Brendon finished first. Normally, Brendon would just let Spencer start to clean them up. He likes watching Spencer touch himself, really really really likes when Spencer comes, but he tries to only ask for that when he actually think that Spencer wants to.
Tonight, though, even though Spencer doesn't seem to be particularly turned on, Brendon really doesn't want him to go. Brendon's already come, so it's not like he should be feeling unsatisfied, but he totally kind of is.
He opens his mouth to tell Spencer to keep going, but what comes out instead is, "I'll touch you again, yeah?"
Spencer has no idea how to respond to that, because it's not something there's an appropriate response to in the manual, but by that time Brendon's hand has crept up his thigh, Brendon's eyes on his face watching for clues, and Spencer's not going to stop it when Brendon's hand closes around him, hesitant at first but more sure with every stroke.
It's different this time. The other day, Spencer was already turned on, already aching for it. Tonight, he would have been happy to tidy up the bed and walk back to his own room. When Brendon touches him tonight, Brendon's the one who's putting himself out there, because Spencer doesn't really have anything to lose.
Spencer's not giving him a lot to go on, not rocking into it or making noise or anything, but he still does the lip-licking thing, because he never realizes he's doing it, and that gives Brendon enough courage to shift forward, closer, and really work his hand over Spencer's cock. They're almost close enough to kiss, now, and Brendon thinks about doing it, thinks about catching Spencer's tongue the next time it flickers out and licking it into his mouth, but before he can make up his mind, Spencer's breath is stuttering and he's coming, wet and all over Brendon's hand, and it's amazing.
It's different from when Brendon's able to get Spencer to make noise while he's fucking him, because Spencer actually comes and it's just from what Brendon did and Brendon knows that it's for real and that Spencer didn't just do it because he thinks that's what he's supposed to do, he came because of Brendon.
Brendon looks at Spencer, afterwards, waiting for -- something. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but. He made Spencer come! And now, he maybe hopes that Spencer will-- Something.
Spencer's a little dazed, and also a little distracted by the sight of his come on Brendon's skin, because that's never actually happened before. He's surprised at how it makes him feel, that his stomach tightens even though he just came. He drags his eyes up, licks his lips, and tries to remember what appropriate behaviour is again, because Brendon's obviously waiting for him to do something. Probably get the hell out. Maybe lick it off. It is Spencer's mess, after all. He shouldn't just leave it there.
Spencer stares at Brendon's hand, then looks up at Brendon. Brendon's watching him, so Spencer looks back at his hand, wondering if he should wiggle down, or just pull Brendon's hand up to his mouth. He glances back up at Brendon, just quickly, but when he looks back at Brendon's hand, Brendon's moving it away from Spencer's cock. He finally looks away from Spencer, glancing down at his own hand. For half a second, Spencer actually thinks that Brendon's going to lick his own fingers clean (actually thinks that Brendon might, and thinks, 'Do it', in a weird back corner of his brain), before he pushes the thought away. Brendon seems to catch himself as well, snapping out of it and reaching for a towel from the bedside table.
The Next Night: Nipple Clamps.
Brendon stares at them for a while after he puts them on Spencer, trying to figure out how he feels about it. They're hot, sure, but Spencer is always hot. He plays with them a little without thinking about it, restless fingers, plucking and soothing immediately whenever he notices. He's not really sure where to go after that, though. He thinks Spencer would probably know better than he does about this sort of thing.
Spencer hasn't actually been with anyone else, because he was supposed to be all pure for Brendon, or whatever. But, only in the more ridiculous 'technical virgin' kind of way. Spencer's ultimately a lot more experienced than Brendon is, because Spencer's actually 'learned' about this stuff, and Brendon's mostly just had to fumble his way around with people who knew exactly what they were doing, well before he had any clue. Even more than that though, Spencer seems like he'd know better than Brendon.
The fact that they're all trained to make it good for him hasn't really helped Brendon in the learning-about-sex department, either. Before Spencer, he mostly got off and enjoyed it and didn't think too much about what he was doing or different ways to do it or what his partner might like. They were all fake-moaning and spreading for him anyway, how was he supposed to be able to tell? Spencer made him want to figure things out, though, and try things to find out what Spencer likes, to make the moans real.
He's not sure if this is something Spencer likes or not, so he toys with the chain a little and looks up under his lashes to read Spencer's expression. It's not like he can't just get rid of it if Spencer looks bored. There'd just been something about them, though, in the box, and on the dancing girls they sometimes had for entertainment at dinner, that had made Brendon's throat dry.
Spencer doesn't look bored, not exactly. He looks kind of blank, but there's something intense in the way he looks back at Brendon. Brendon stares right back, hoping to find some kind of hint as to what he's supposed to be doing. Spencer's usually pretty good about moving things along, when they're having sex. Not that he tells Brendon what to do or anything, just that he's well rehearsed in the motions, and he always seems to know what the next step is.
It's almost like a challenge, like Spencer is waiting for Brendon to make the next move, so Brendon curls his finger around the chain and pulls, slowly. The corners of Spencer's eyes tighten when the clamps pull his nipples taut, but Brendon only pauses for a second before he keeps pulling, until Spencer has to arch forward into the tension, and Brendon pulls him further and keeps him taut while he leans in to taste Spencer's lips, testing the waters.
Spencer kisses him back, with the same skill and grace and reservation he's always had, and Brendon tugs a little more, suddenly, to see if it will make Spencer break open. It doesn't, Spencer's too well-trained for that, but it does make him hiss very softly between his teeth, a sound so quiet Brendon would have missed it if he hadn't been so close and straining to listen, and Brendon drops the chain immediately, sitting back again and fighting the urge to lean in and lick Spencer's skin where it's turning reddened and sore.
He had a companion once who encouraged him to spank her, and he thinks that's what her skin looked like, and what Spencer's would look like too, if Brendon did the same to him, and he suddenly really, really wants to fuck Spencer, to touch him everywhere, all along his back and Brendon's front and the insides/outsides of their knees and Brendon's lips on the back of Spencer's neck, because Spencer drops his head forward when he's getting fucked hard and Brendon likes to press his nose into Spencer's hair and smell him, all spice and oil and musk.
Brendon inhales sharply, and Spencer notices. He looks at Brendon, but differently now. Not full on like before, when he held Brendon's stare. This time, he's looking up at Brendon -- even thought Brendon's shorter than he is -- and this is a look Brendon's seen a million times before. This is a look of Spencer gauging whether he should lie down on his stomach, or wait for Brendon to get on the bed, first, so that Spencer can ride him. Even though Brendon was just thinking about skin and touching and getting inside of Spencer, this isn't the look he wants to see, even though it's usual a prelude to sex. Brendon starts to feel a little restless, so he tugs on the chain again, just so that there's something for him to do with his hands.
"What's it feel like?" he asks Spencer. (Brendon asks that, sometimes, when he's fucking people. "What does it feel like?" and he always gets some answer of, "Oh god, you're so big." or, "You feel so good inside," or something about him and how he feels, and it's nice, it's good to hear -- even when he doesn't really believe it -- but that's never what he's actually asking.)
Spencer doesn't know what the right answer to that one is, either. Brendon has a way of saying and doing things that leaves Spencer groping for a correct response and fighting the urge to do something inappropriate. He doesn't really feel any urge this time, just that familiar sense of grasping after the right answer. Brendon's just looking at him, toying with the chain, and for as transparent as he usually is, Brendon can also be remarkably opaque.
"It's nice," Spencer says, which is always a safe answer. "It feels good."
Brendon appears to mull that over for a while, and just when Spencer's thinking he should bend over or lie on his back or something, Brendon pulls hard on the chain without warning. Spencer's startled into a hiss, because that fucking hurt, and Brendon's eyes get darker. Like he knows something, now. Spencer doesn't know what.
Spencer's pretty good at taking pain, especially when he's concentrating. He knows how to breathe through it and how to turn the noises he makes into happier-sounding moans. They're not having sex though; they're not actually doing anything. Spencer's waiting, and Brendon's waiting, and Spencer thinks that Brendon might not know what he's actually waiting for -- not that Spencer would ever, ever, say that out loud-- and they're not actually doing anything, so the pain swells out before Spencer can pull it back into himself. His posture changes when his shoulders move, not arching like when he knew that Brendon was going to pull, but squaring off instead.
Spencer pulls himself back inward, ready now in case Brendon does it again.
Brendon does, but slowly this time, pulling until Spencer should arch again, the way he did last time, only he doesn't. He stays where he is in spite of the fire licking through his chest, and Brendon pulls a little more, almost to the point that Spencer thinks he's going to have to arch into it or he's going to rip apart, but then Brendon drops the chain, abruptly, and sits back, studying him.
Then Brendon tugs again, not stretching him but obviously leading, wanting Spencer to follow, and Spencer bends because that much he knows how to do, watch for signals and obey, even when Brendon doesn't really seem to know what he wants.
When Spencer's bent far enough, Brendon loops the chain over his own cock, and when Spencer hesitates for a split-second and glances up to be sure he's reading Brendon's intent correctly, Brendon is watching him, curious and somehow inscrutable. Spencer takes too long deciding whether to go down, and Brendon's fingers find his nipples, plucking the clamps taught again without disturbing the chain, so Spencer bends gracefully the rest of the way and takes Brendon into his mouth.
This part is easy, routine even, but the chain is short enough that it pulls whenever Spencer slides back, so the only respite he gets is when Brendon's all the way against the back of his throat, and it's harder to breathe distracted by the itching sting of the clamps and Brendon filling his mouth. But not thrusting. Just, apparently, watching Spencer go down on him.
Spencer finally hits a rhythm, blocks out the pain and gets into it, making the usual appreciative noises, and that's when Brendon picks up the chain and tugs, sharp, and Spencer nearly chokes on Brendon's cock.
Spencer tries to stay down on Brendon's cock, tries to hold his breath as the wave of pain washes over him. It would be easier if he could breathe, but it'll hurt more that way, if he pulls back enough to get air. Brendon has dropped the chain back down, holding it taut against the base of his cock with his first finger, but otherwise not pulling. Spencer tries to stay down, tries to catch his breath from around Brendon's cock, but this deep, Brendon's just nudging up against the back of Spencer's throat. He's not down all the way, not actually blocking Spencer's windpipe, but when Spencer tries to take a breath and Brendon's cock nudges forward a little, Spencer starts to gag. He's better than that, he knows how to swallow Brendon's cock-- would have learned by now, even if he wasn't already trained-- but he's trying to breathe in the wrong way, and he starts to choke. He has to pull back, after that, even though his nipples are past tender and into aching. He gasps in as much air as quickly as he can before pushing back down on Brendon's cock.
All the while, he tries to watch Brendon's finger on the chain. When Brendon pulls, he pulls hard. Spencer's been trying to figure out what is making him pull, but he can't come up with anything. Brendon doesn't seem to be doing things randomly, but-- well, randomly isn't far off. He doesn't seem to be making a point, teaching Spencer a new way of doing things. If anything, it seems like he's testing out some theory, even before he has decided what answer he's looking for.
Brendon doesn't want to be cruel, that's not his thing, he's just...curious. Spencer's not fighting him anymore, just struggling to do what he wants, and Brendon has Spencer swallowing around him and working hard to make it good, so he doesn't know why he feels so restless and unsatisfied. He almost wants to stop, but he thinks that would probably be a shitty thing to do to Spencer, who gets confused when Brendon does something unexpected. He keep trying different things; pulling at different times, harder, pushing forward into Spencer's mouth, forcing him to adjust. He wants to see if Spencer will do what he did before, square his shoulders and refuse to budge, but Spencer just keeps taking it, even though it's obviously getting harder for him.
He finally tugs Spencer back with a hand in his hair, not rough, but enough to get him to let go, and pushes him onto his back. Brendon usually likes Spencer on his knees, so he can get in deeper, but right now Spencer's chest is red and his eyes are glassy from tearing up every time he chokes, and Brendon's kind of fascinated. His stomach keeps twisting when he thinks about it.
Spencer spreads his legs when he falls back, and he's ready when Brendon pushes forward, like he's always ready, stretched and slick but still tight around Brendon's cock. Brendon had thought this was what he wanted, but now he's not sure, so he drags it out; touching Spencer's mouth, red and swollen, and watching him suck Brendon's fingers; rubbing at Spencer's nipples, chafing them between his wet fingers; thrusting at just the right angle to make Spencer's eyelid twitch.
Brendon keeps on touching Spencer, looking for whatever it is he's looking for. He's not trying to be cruel, but even he can see that he's being more than a little irritating right now: touching Spencer's lips so that he opens his mouth, then rubbing his fingers, spit-sticky, over random parts of Spencer's body, grabbing Spencer's upper arm hard, grabbing just under his rib cage even harder. He holds onto Spencer's thigh and pushes his legs even further apart. Spencer opens for him, but Brendon doesn't spread him with any real objective. He pushes Spencer leg to the side, then up a bit, then just lets go entirely.
Brendon continues fucking Spencer, paying some attention to getting the angle right, but he doesn't work purposefully towards anything. Brendon was distracted when Spencer's mouth was around his cock, so he's not as close as he might have otherwise been. Now, even with Spencer flushed and sweating beneath him, Brendon's too scattered to actually near orgasm. He just keeps fucking Spencer, methodical and a little numb, waiting for Spencer to do something. Spencer isn't loose beneath him, he's not soft under Brendon's hands. He moves when Brendon touches him, but it's always a conscious motion.
Brendon starts feeling more and more restless. Spencer is showing no outward signs of being frustrated with Brendon, but Brendon's even starting to get annoyed with himself.
Spencer's mouth is pink and parted, and he makes soft, encouraging noises. It's not what Brendon wants to hear. He reaches for the chain again, a quick awkward grab because he doesn't think through the action before he's doing it. He gives a sharp tug, maybe not as hard as before, but fast enough to make up the difference.
Spencer doesn't hiss this time, though. Instead, his mouth snaps shut, lips pressed tight together. The muscles in his jaw flex as he grits his teeth, staring up at Brendon, before he visibly forces himself to relax and take a breath again.
He doesn't stop staring at Brendon, though.
That's more like what Brendon wants, and he slows down, rocking in and out of Spencer while watching his face, fingers still tangled in the chain against Spencer's sweaty chest. He thinks it will be a miracle if Spencer ever comes willingly or enthusiastically to his bed again, and he wants Spencer to enjoy it, he does, but he also wants...something else. He pulls on the chain again, testing, and Spencer doesn't moan or hiss, just looks back at him and breathes. Brendon thinks about what that must be like, not having any choice and just having to breathe through it, and suddenly he's so close to orgasm that he shocks himself back away from the edge almost as fast, eyes wide as his hips snap forward into Spencer hard enough to make him rock with it. Brendon drops his head against Spencer's shoulder, closing his eyes, not wanting to hold Spencer's gaze anymore, and fucks him slowly, savouring the burn in his belly and the ache in his thighs.
Spencer's arms come around his back, cupping his skin with open palms. He touches Brendon gently, not trying to push him further or slow him down, or anything. Just holding him. Brendon keeps fucking Spencer and he doesn't realize that he's still waiting except that Spencer turns his face so that is his mouth is right by Brendon's ear and says, softly, so softly, "Come," and Brendon does, just like that.
Brendon slumps down on top of Spencer, but moves away quickly when he feels the nipple clamps, still on Spencer chest. He takes them off, carefully. He is careful not to tug when removing them, but still Spencer goes tight and silent beneath him. Brendon holds himself over Spencer, propping himself up with an elbow to the bed. He waits until Spencer relaxes again, until he can hear him breathe, then wiggles a little closer. Spencer's skin is all flushed, and probably still sore, so Brendon doesn't know how close he should get right now. Spencer loops one arm around his back, though, and he doesn't flinch when Brendon settles again on top. Spencer's other hand moves to the back of his head, petting carefully through his hair.
Brendon thinks that he should probably be checking up on Spencer right now, maybe trying to get him off (Brendon really does like that part), and he will, but for right now he just wants be where he is. Spencer is all sweaty, but he smells good, his hands feel good. Brendon just wants to stay like this for a little bit longer. Especially when Spencer's fingers reach the ends of his hair and Spencer gives a quick tug, just enough that Brendon can feel it, before he resumes his petting.
Spencer/Brendon | NC-17 | ~4700 words | AU | Warnings for sex slaves? And... Nipple clamps? Honestly, you guys, it's me and Jen. You can probably guess what kinds of undertones this is going to have.
by airgiodslv & disarm_d
So, me and Jen were talking about sex slaves, as one does. We were saying how Brendon as Spencer's sex slave would be happiest, luckiest little guy. Which brings us to:
disarm_d: OHHH, MAYBE SPENCER SHOULD BE THE SEX SLAVE!
airgiodslv: Oooooooh.
airgiodslv: Spencersmithinbedomg?
disarm_d: Yessssssssss.
disarm_d: And he's still *our* Spencer, but he's been all trained in how to behave, right? So he tries to keep that other stuff to himself.
airgiodslv: !!!!!!
disarm_d: And Brendon's been "trained" about how he's the Ruler-person, he's supposed to do the fucking, etc. etc.
airgiodslv: OH MY GOD, YES.
disarm_d: WOULDN'T THAT BE AMAZING?
disarm_d: Seriously, seriously. Jen.
disarm_d: Maybe Spencer's more like a courtesan than a slave. like, he's all educated.
airgiodslv: Yes. Yes please. Yes please now.
disarm_d: He's meant to be the Ruler's, like... Bedroom companion. I don't even know. He's not a "slave" though.
disarm_d: Still, he's super, super super super proper. About what he is and isn't supposed to do.
airgiodslv: Yes! Yes!!!
airgiodslv: And trained in how to please people, but unfortunately his instincts are suggesting that Brendon would be extremely pleased by things that Spencer doesn't usually ever think about being allowed.
disarm_d: Exactly! Yeah. He's totally trained how to please people, and to WATCH.
disarm_d: Because the more he knows about people, the better he can please.
airgiodslv: And he might slip up once on a small thing, so tiny, but he and Brendon both freeze and stare at each other, panting and shocked and really turned on. And then they go back to the proper way of getting off, but it's still there, in the back of their minds. It's happened.
They have their set of motions that they're supposed to run through. Spencer comes in, bows, makes tea/some beverage for both of them. They're meant to talk a little bit. He rubs Brendon down, if Brendon's stressed out. It's all about Brendon, already. All about taking care of Brendon. But, after Brendon's relaxed, he's meant to nod at Spencer, and then Spencer rolls onto his stomach and spreads his legs.
So that's what they do, they go through the motions.
Spencer's already prepared when he comes into the room, so it's not like sex hurts for him or anything. He's already ready, and it's not like Brendon doesn't get hard just from seeing Spencer, much less being touched by him.
Brendon always mumbles, "C'mon, c'mon," in his ear when they're fucking; he always wants to make sure Spencer gets off. Even when he comes first, which Spencer isn't used to. He always expects Brendon to get him off just so he can feel the orgasm himself, or to just stop when he's finished and leave Spencer to take care of it on his own.
Spencer thinks that Brendon's probably into exhibition/voyeurism. Brendon will come, and then he'll tell Spencer to keep going, rolling over so that he can watch Spencer get himself off. (It's fairly rare for "The Ruler" to actually touch his bedroom companions. In sex, it's okay. As foreplay, it's okay. But, after he's come, it'd be kind of weird for Brendon to actively work at getting Spencer off.)
So, Spencer always tries to make himself put on a show. Sometimes it's hard though, because he's already close after being fucked (Brendon watches him, too. Learns how to do it so that Spencer can't help but make noise, instead of just moaning where it's appropriate), and he just wants to get off, touch himself hard and fast, and not pretty and showy. But Spencer's got tuns of self-control, and he always makes himself slow down again.
Brendon is always watching him closely then, too, with dark eyes and his mouth slightly open, still breathing hard and glazed in sweat. Which doesn't make it any easier.
Brendon eventually figures out that he's holding himself back, and he wonders why Spencer would do that. He can tell how close Spencer is, see the tension in his body, but Spencer's being really careful and pretty about it. So Brendon reaches out and touches him, too.
He touches Spencer's wrist first, and then wraps his hand around Spencer's cock, above where Spencer is touching himself. He just squeezes at first, because he's waiting to see how Spencer will react, whether he'll object that Brendon is crossing the line; so Spencer can't move his hand either, but he gasps because he wasn't expecting it, and Brendon's hand is smooth and warm and tight.
Spencer doesn't know what to do, because he knows that he's meant to leave his body available for Brendon, so he maybe should move his hand away, but if he does, it will be like he's asking for Brendon to finish him off, and he knows that he isn't supposed to do that. But then Brendon slides his hand up slowly, watching Spencer's face, and Spencer licks his lips involuntarily and has to squeeze his muscles tight to keep from thrusting into Brendon's hand - completely unacceptable - and he screws his hand around just the slightest bit to keep himself from rocking his hips, and Brendon slowly smiles. And does it again.
Spencer thinks that Brendon is maybe touching him, just like other times when he's touched Spencer skin. Touching him like he just wants to see how Spencer feels underneath his fingers. So, he tries to hold still and patient, and resigns himself to waiting.
Brendon hasn't ever touched someone else like this before, but he's touched himself. He tries to touch Spencer like he touches himself, touches Spencer like he's touching a man, not a "companion." Brendon touches Spencer like he touches himself, like he wants to be touched, so it's fast and tight and a little rough, and Spencer has to fight so hard not to do what he wants to do and throw Brendon down onto the pillows and fuck him until he moans.
Spencer watches Brendon really carefully, trying to figure out what he wants. Brendon looks really, really hot like this, all focused, and still sweaty after fucking Spencer. Spencer ends up coming. He doesn't really mean to, but. Brendon. Looks really fucking hot like this.
Brendon's never gotten someone off like this before, and it's amazing. It's seriously amazing to him, being able to do that. He can't stop grinning afterwards, even more than Spencer, who's loose and kind of dazed, but totally smiley, too.
Brendon can't stop thinking about it, even after Spencer leaves. About how amazing that sense of accomplishment felt.
Brendon wants to get Spencer off again. But, even when Brendon's inside of him, Spencer's still being proper. He's supposed to spread his legs, so that's what he does. Legs spread, eyes closed. And even though Brendon's been looking forward to touching Spencer again and watching him come apart, he can feel the difference. He's not even all that turned on by the middle of it, because nothing he does is making Spencer react the way he wants. He knows a polite moan when he hears one, and that just hurts.
Spencer rocks back against him though -- he's not supposed to make Brendon do all the work -- and Brendon ends up coming. Spencer often comes while they're having sex, but he doesn't this time. His hand was around his cock, but he's not all tight afterwards, like he gets when he was close to coming but Brendon finished first. Normally, Brendon would just let Spencer start to clean them up. He likes watching Spencer touch himself, really really really likes when Spencer comes, but he tries to only ask for that when he actually think that Spencer wants to.
Tonight, though, even though Spencer doesn't seem to be particularly turned on, Brendon really doesn't want him to go. Brendon's already come, so it's not like he should be feeling unsatisfied, but he totally kind of is.
He opens his mouth to tell Spencer to keep going, but what comes out instead is, "I'll touch you again, yeah?"
Spencer has no idea how to respond to that, because it's not something there's an appropriate response to in the manual, but by that time Brendon's hand has crept up his thigh, Brendon's eyes on his face watching for clues, and Spencer's not going to stop it when Brendon's hand closes around him, hesitant at first but more sure with every stroke.
It's different this time. The other day, Spencer was already turned on, already aching for it. Tonight, he would have been happy to tidy up the bed and walk back to his own room. When Brendon touches him tonight, Brendon's the one who's putting himself out there, because Spencer doesn't really have anything to lose.
Spencer's not giving him a lot to go on, not rocking into it or making noise or anything, but he still does the lip-licking thing, because he never realizes he's doing it, and that gives Brendon enough courage to shift forward, closer, and really work his hand over Spencer's cock. They're almost close enough to kiss, now, and Brendon thinks about doing it, thinks about catching Spencer's tongue the next time it flickers out and licking it into his mouth, but before he can make up his mind, Spencer's breath is stuttering and he's coming, wet and all over Brendon's hand, and it's amazing.
It's different from when Brendon's able to get Spencer to make noise while he's fucking him, because Spencer actually comes and it's just from what Brendon did and Brendon knows that it's for real and that Spencer didn't just do it because he thinks that's what he's supposed to do, he came because of Brendon.
Brendon looks at Spencer, afterwards, waiting for -- something. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but. He made Spencer come! And now, he maybe hopes that Spencer will-- Something.
Spencer's a little dazed, and also a little distracted by the sight of his come on Brendon's skin, because that's never actually happened before. He's surprised at how it makes him feel, that his stomach tightens even though he just came. He drags his eyes up, licks his lips, and tries to remember what appropriate behaviour is again, because Brendon's obviously waiting for him to do something. Probably get the hell out. Maybe lick it off. It is Spencer's mess, after all. He shouldn't just leave it there.
Spencer stares at Brendon's hand, then looks up at Brendon. Brendon's watching him, so Spencer looks back at his hand, wondering if he should wiggle down, or just pull Brendon's hand up to his mouth. He glances back up at Brendon, just quickly, but when he looks back at Brendon's hand, Brendon's moving it away from Spencer's cock. He finally looks away from Spencer, glancing down at his own hand. For half a second, Spencer actually thinks that Brendon's going to lick his own fingers clean (actually thinks that Brendon might, and thinks, 'Do it', in a weird back corner of his brain), before he pushes the thought away. Brendon seems to catch himself as well, snapping out of it and reaching for a towel from the bedside table.
The Next Night: Nipple Clamps.
Brendon stares at them for a while after he puts them on Spencer, trying to figure out how he feels about it. They're hot, sure, but Spencer is always hot. He plays with them a little without thinking about it, restless fingers, plucking and soothing immediately whenever he notices. He's not really sure where to go after that, though. He thinks Spencer would probably know better than he does about this sort of thing.
Spencer hasn't actually been with anyone else, because he was supposed to be all pure for Brendon, or whatever. But, only in the more ridiculous 'technical virgin' kind of way. Spencer's ultimately a lot more experienced than Brendon is, because Spencer's actually 'learned' about this stuff, and Brendon's mostly just had to fumble his way around with people who knew exactly what they were doing, well before he had any clue. Even more than that though, Spencer seems like he'd know better than Brendon.
The fact that they're all trained to make it good for him hasn't really helped Brendon in the learning-about-sex department, either. Before Spencer, he mostly got off and enjoyed it and didn't think too much about what he was doing or different ways to do it or what his partner might like. They were all fake-moaning and spreading for him anyway, how was he supposed to be able to tell? Spencer made him want to figure things out, though, and try things to find out what Spencer likes, to make the moans real.
He's not sure if this is something Spencer likes or not, so he toys with the chain a little and looks up under his lashes to read Spencer's expression. It's not like he can't just get rid of it if Spencer looks bored. There'd just been something about them, though, in the box, and on the dancing girls they sometimes had for entertainment at dinner, that had made Brendon's throat dry.
Spencer doesn't look bored, not exactly. He looks kind of blank, but there's something intense in the way he looks back at Brendon. Brendon stares right back, hoping to find some kind of hint as to what he's supposed to be doing. Spencer's usually pretty good about moving things along, when they're having sex. Not that he tells Brendon what to do or anything, just that he's well rehearsed in the motions, and he always seems to know what the next step is.
It's almost like a challenge, like Spencer is waiting for Brendon to make the next move, so Brendon curls his finger around the chain and pulls, slowly. The corners of Spencer's eyes tighten when the clamps pull his nipples taut, but Brendon only pauses for a second before he keeps pulling, until Spencer has to arch forward into the tension, and Brendon pulls him further and keeps him taut while he leans in to taste Spencer's lips, testing the waters.
Spencer kisses him back, with the same skill and grace and reservation he's always had, and Brendon tugs a little more, suddenly, to see if it will make Spencer break open. It doesn't, Spencer's too well-trained for that, but it does make him hiss very softly between his teeth, a sound so quiet Brendon would have missed it if he hadn't been so close and straining to listen, and Brendon drops the chain immediately, sitting back again and fighting the urge to lean in and lick Spencer's skin where it's turning reddened and sore.
He had a companion once who encouraged him to spank her, and he thinks that's what her skin looked like, and what Spencer's would look like too, if Brendon did the same to him, and he suddenly really, really wants to fuck Spencer, to touch him everywhere, all along his back and Brendon's front and the insides/outsides of their knees and Brendon's lips on the back of Spencer's neck, because Spencer drops his head forward when he's getting fucked hard and Brendon likes to press his nose into Spencer's hair and smell him, all spice and oil and musk.
Brendon inhales sharply, and Spencer notices. He looks at Brendon, but differently now. Not full on like before, when he held Brendon's stare. This time, he's looking up at Brendon -- even thought Brendon's shorter than he is -- and this is a look Brendon's seen a million times before. This is a look of Spencer gauging whether he should lie down on his stomach, or wait for Brendon to get on the bed, first, so that Spencer can ride him. Even though Brendon was just thinking about skin and touching and getting inside of Spencer, this isn't the look he wants to see, even though it's usual a prelude to sex. Brendon starts to feel a little restless, so he tugs on the chain again, just so that there's something for him to do with his hands.
"What's it feel like?" he asks Spencer. (Brendon asks that, sometimes, when he's fucking people. "What does it feel like?" and he always gets some answer of, "Oh god, you're so big." or, "You feel so good inside," or something about him and how he feels, and it's nice, it's good to hear -- even when he doesn't really believe it -- but that's never what he's actually asking.)
Spencer doesn't know what the right answer to that one is, either. Brendon has a way of saying and doing things that leaves Spencer groping for a correct response and fighting the urge to do something inappropriate. He doesn't really feel any urge this time, just that familiar sense of grasping after the right answer. Brendon's just looking at him, toying with the chain, and for as transparent as he usually is, Brendon can also be remarkably opaque.
"It's nice," Spencer says, which is always a safe answer. "It feels good."
Brendon appears to mull that over for a while, and just when Spencer's thinking he should bend over or lie on his back or something, Brendon pulls hard on the chain without warning. Spencer's startled into a hiss, because that fucking hurt, and Brendon's eyes get darker. Like he knows something, now. Spencer doesn't know what.
Spencer's pretty good at taking pain, especially when he's concentrating. He knows how to breathe through it and how to turn the noises he makes into happier-sounding moans. They're not having sex though; they're not actually doing anything. Spencer's waiting, and Brendon's waiting, and Spencer thinks that Brendon might not know what he's actually waiting for -- not that Spencer would ever, ever, say that out loud-- and they're not actually doing anything, so the pain swells out before Spencer can pull it back into himself. His posture changes when his shoulders move, not arching like when he knew that Brendon was going to pull, but squaring off instead.
Spencer pulls himself back inward, ready now in case Brendon does it again.
Brendon does, but slowly this time, pulling until Spencer should arch again, the way he did last time, only he doesn't. He stays where he is in spite of the fire licking through his chest, and Brendon pulls a little more, almost to the point that Spencer thinks he's going to have to arch into it or he's going to rip apart, but then Brendon drops the chain, abruptly, and sits back, studying him.
Then Brendon tugs again, not stretching him but obviously leading, wanting Spencer to follow, and Spencer bends because that much he knows how to do, watch for signals and obey, even when Brendon doesn't really seem to know what he wants.
When Spencer's bent far enough, Brendon loops the chain over his own cock, and when Spencer hesitates for a split-second and glances up to be sure he's reading Brendon's intent correctly, Brendon is watching him, curious and somehow inscrutable. Spencer takes too long deciding whether to go down, and Brendon's fingers find his nipples, plucking the clamps taught again without disturbing the chain, so Spencer bends gracefully the rest of the way and takes Brendon into his mouth.
This part is easy, routine even, but the chain is short enough that it pulls whenever Spencer slides back, so the only respite he gets is when Brendon's all the way against the back of his throat, and it's harder to breathe distracted by the itching sting of the clamps and Brendon filling his mouth. But not thrusting. Just, apparently, watching Spencer go down on him.
Spencer finally hits a rhythm, blocks out the pain and gets into it, making the usual appreciative noises, and that's when Brendon picks up the chain and tugs, sharp, and Spencer nearly chokes on Brendon's cock.
Spencer tries to stay down on Brendon's cock, tries to hold his breath as the wave of pain washes over him. It would be easier if he could breathe, but it'll hurt more that way, if he pulls back enough to get air. Brendon has dropped the chain back down, holding it taut against the base of his cock with his first finger, but otherwise not pulling. Spencer tries to stay down, tries to catch his breath from around Brendon's cock, but this deep, Brendon's just nudging up against the back of Spencer's throat. He's not down all the way, not actually blocking Spencer's windpipe, but when Spencer tries to take a breath and Brendon's cock nudges forward a little, Spencer starts to gag. He's better than that, he knows how to swallow Brendon's cock-- would have learned by now, even if he wasn't already trained-- but he's trying to breathe in the wrong way, and he starts to choke. He has to pull back, after that, even though his nipples are past tender and into aching. He gasps in as much air as quickly as he can before pushing back down on Brendon's cock.
All the while, he tries to watch Brendon's finger on the chain. When Brendon pulls, he pulls hard. Spencer's been trying to figure out what is making him pull, but he can't come up with anything. Brendon doesn't seem to be doing things randomly, but-- well, randomly isn't far off. He doesn't seem to be making a point, teaching Spencer a new way of doing things. If anything, it seems like he's testing out some theory, even before he has decided what answer he's looking for.
Brendon doesn't want to be cruel, that's not his thing, he's just...curious. Spencer's not fighting him anymore, just struggling to do what he wants, and Brendon has Spencer swallowing around him and working hard to make it good, so he doesn't know why he feels so restless and unsatisfied. He almost wants to stop, but he thinks that would probably be a shitty thing to do to Spencer, who gets confused when Brendon does something unexpected. He keep trying different things; pulling at different times, harder, pushing forward into Spencer's mouth, forcing him to adjust. He wants to see if Spencer will do what he did before, square his shoulders and refuse to budge, but Spencer just keeps taking it, even though it's obviously getting harder for him.
He finally tugs Spencer back with a hand in his hair, not rough, but enough to get him to let go, and pushes him onto his back. Brendon usually likes Spencer on his knees, so he can get in deeper, but right now Spencer's chest is red and his eyes are glassy from tearing up every time he chokes, and Brendon's kind of fascinated. His stomach keeps twisting when he thinks about it.
Spencer spreads his legs when he falls back, and he's ready when Brendon pushes forward, like he's always ready, stretched and slick but still tight around Brendon's cock. Brendon had thought this was what he wanted, but now he's not sure, so he drags it out; touching Spencer's mouth, red and swollen, and watching him suck Brendon's fingers; rubbing at Spencer's nipples, chafing them between his wet fingers; thrusting at just the right angle to make Spencer's eyelid twitch.
Brendon keeps on touching Spencer, looking for whatever it is he's looking for. He's not trying to be cruel, but even he can see that he's being more than a little irritating right now: touching Spencer's lips so that he opens his mouth, then rubbing his fingers, spit-sticky, over random parts of Spencer's body, grabbing Spencer's upper arm hard, grabbing just under his rib cage even harder. He holds onto Spencer's thigh and pushes his legs even further apart. Spencer opens for him, but Brendon doesn't spread him with any real objective. He pushes Spencer leg to the side, then up a bit, then just lets go entirely.
Brendon continues fucking Spencer, paying some attention to getting the angle right, but he doesn't work purposefully towards anything. Brendon was distracted when Spencer's mouth was around his cock, so he's not as close as he might have otherwise been. Now, even with Spencer flushed and sweating beneath him, Brendon's too scattered to actually near orgasm. He just keeps fucking Spencer, methodical and a little numb, waiting for Spencer to do something. Spencer isn't loose beneath him, he's not soft under Brendon's hands. He moves when Brendon touches him, but it's always a conscious motion.
Brendon starts feeling more and more restless. Spencer is showing no outward signs of being frustrated with Brendon, but Brendon's even starting to get annoyed with himself.
Spencer's mouth is pink and parted, and he makes soft, encouraging noises. It's not what Brendon wants to hear. He reaches for the chain again, a quick awkward grab because he doesn't think through the action before he's doing it. He gives a sharp tug, maybe not as hard as before, but fast enough to make up the difference.
Spencer doesn't hiss this time, though. Instead, his mouth snaps shut, lips pressed tight together. The muscles in his jaw flex as he grits his teeth, staring up at Brendon, before he visibly forces himself to relax and take a breath again.
He doesn't stop staring at Brendon, though.
That's more like what Brendon wants, and he slows down, rocking in and out of Spencer while watching his face, fingers still tangled in the chain against Spencer's sweaty chest. He thinks it will be a miracle if Spencer ever comes willingly or enthusiastically to his bed again, and he wants Spencer to enjoy it, he does, but he also wants...something else. He pulls on the chain again, testing, and Spencer doesn't moan or hiss, just looks back at him and breathes. Brendon thinks about what that must be like, not having any choice and just having to breathe through it, and suddenly he's so close to orgasm that he shocks himself back away from the edge almost as fast, eyes wide as his hips snap forward into Spencer hard enough to make him rock with it. Brendon drops his head against Spencer's shoulder, closing his eyes, not wanting to hold Spencer's gaze anymore, and fucks him slowly, savouring the burn in his belly and the ache in his thighs.
Spencer's arms come around his back, cupping his skin with open palms. He touches Brendon gently, not trying to push him further or slow him down, or anything. Just holding him. Brendon keeps fucking Spencer and he doesn't realize that he's still waiting except that Spencer turns his face so that is his mouth is right by Brendon's ear and says, softly, so softly, "Come," and Brendon does, just like that.
Brendon slumps down on top of Spencer, but moves away quickly when he feels the nipple clamps, still on Spencer chest. He takes them off, carefully. He is careful not to tug when removing them, but still Spencer goes tight and silent beneath him. Brendon holds himself over Spencer, propping himself up with an elbow to the bed. He waits until Spencer relaxes again, until he can hear him breathe, then wiggles a little closer. Spencer's skin is all flushed, and probably still sore, so Brendon doesn't know how close he should get right now. Spencer loops one arm around his back, though, and he doesn't flinch when Brendon settles again on top. Spencer's other hand moves to the back of his head, petting carefully through his hair.
Brendon thinks that he should probably be checking up on Spencer right now, maybe trying to get him off (Brendon really does like that part), and he will, but for right now he just wants be where he is. Spencer is all sweaty, but he smells good, his hands feel good. Brendon just wants to stay like this for a little bit longer. Especially when Spencer's fingers reach the ends of his hair and Spencer gives a quick tug, just enough that Brendon can feel it, before he resumes his petting.