Fic: Domesticated, Chapter 9: Experimentation (CSI Miami, Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko, NC-17)
Title: Domesticated, Chapter 9: Experimentation
Fandom: CSI Miami
Pair: Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
CSI Miami Main List
Notes: This is a sequel for The Next Morning. Some things may not make sense, if you haven`t read that one.
Chapter 1: Roomies With Benefits
Chapter 2: Deprived
Chapter 3: Pre-Panick
Chapter 4: Mile High
Chapter 5: Nervous Flyer
Interlude: Compulsive
Chapter 6: Stained
Chapter 7: Rematch
Chapter 8: Recycling
Eric peeked into the kitchen. Ryan was sipping his coffee and reading the morning paper.
“Morning.” Eric started carefully.
“Morning.” Ryan replied without lifting his gaze from his paper.
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“I just talked to you.”
“No, you didn’t. And don’t look at me like that.”
“After last night I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to you.”
“I just meant is as a… fun experiment. For both of us!”
“I guess I just didn’t realise how bad our sexlife is.”
“It’s not bad, it’s damn good!”
“Then why do you want to try something like… that?”
“Well… it’s not that far away from what we’ve done before.”
“There’s a big difference between being bossy or demanding and being…. That thing you asked.”
“Babe, I didn’t ask you to beat the hell out of me! You don’t even need to slap me.”
“Slap you and beat the hell out of you? You don’t see anything weird about that?”
“Will you listen to me? I just said I didn’t want that. I’ve told you before that I like it when you get all bossy on me. I just wanted to take it little bit further.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you. In any way.” Ryan finally folded the paper and looked straight at Eric. “I don’t care if you didn’t mean it physically, what if it goes too far?”
“You know what I like and you know me well enough to know the limits. You’ve always liked it too when you go all domineering on me, haven’t you?”
“I like it. But I’m not sure if I can keep myself in line if we go down that road, and I don’t know if I can trust you to tell me where to draw the line.”
“Querido, you can’t go too far.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do know that. You couldn’t hurt me, because you’re you. You got that block in your mind. If you see I don’t like it, you wont do it. I know it.”
“I…. Let me think about it, okay?”
“Okay. And if you don’t wanna do it, it’s alright too. I mean what I said: Our sex life is awesome as it is. I’m not unhappy with it, I just wanted to try something that could be fun.”
“We better get going or we’ll be late.” Ryan swallowed the last of his coffee. “I’ll think about it.”
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“When did you get back?”
Eric jumped up when he heard the voice from the break room door. Ryan walked in and gave him a crooked smile.
“And what got you so jumpy?”
“Homicide in a family get-together. Seventy-eight family members, all possible killers.”
“Sound interesting.”
“I swear, those guys would make the Borgias seem like a lovely bunch. Coffee?” Eric pointed to the half full pot.
“No,I just dropped by to see you. I’m going to the morgue to confirm some details.”
“You were going to the morgue and suddenly you thought of me?”
“No, but I saw you coming in. I just wanted to tell you something.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I considered what you said and…. I decided to try.”
“Really?”
“I called your mom, she’ll take Ally to their place for a sleepover. We’ll have the apartment all to ourselves.”
“Keep talking like that and I wont get any work done today.”
“My case is almost done, I’m just wrapping up some loose ends. I’ll leave arly. When you get off, you’ll come straight home.”
“Okay.”
“And after that….” Ryan glanced through the window to make sure the hallway was empty and then leaned closer. “You’ll take your orders from me. And you’ll do as I say.”
“Yes, sir.” Eric grinned from ear to ear.
“I’ll leave you instructions. Follow the to the letter.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good boy.”
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When Eric went to get his backbag from the his locker he found Ryan’s instructions. The note was taped inside his lockerdoor. He unfolded it.
In your locker you’ll find a small bag. Change into those clothes before you leave.
Once you get home, you will wait in the foyer for more instructions.
He found the bag from the bottom of the locker and pulled it open. It contained a pair of skimpy black briefs, with the words “For Sale” written across the rear in glittery letters, and a matching tank top. Eric locked the door and started pulling his clothes off. Ryan seemed to getting into his role and he couldn’t wait to see what was waiting for him.
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The foyer was dark and Eric wasn’t sure what to do. He snapped the lights on but there was no more notes.
“Take your clothes off, except what I gave you to wear.” Ryan’s voice instructed from the living room.
Eric peeled his clothes off and waited.
“Come here. I wanna see you.”
“Eric walked into the well lit living room. Most of the furniture had been moved against the wall, leaving only the coffee table to the middle of the room. Ryan was sitting on the couch, his face completely unreadable.
“I got the size right. Turn around.”
Eric turned around. The tank top was a little bit snug, making sure every form underneath it was visible. The briefs were even tighter, almost causing him burst out of them.
“Is that text accurate?”
“No.” Eric grinned. “It’s not for sale. For you it’s totally free.”
“That and everything else you have.” The statement was followed by a muffled little giggle. Eric could tell Ryan was trying hard to keep a straight face. He heard weird tapping sounds from the couch and twisted his head to see what was going on.
Ryan was handling the remote of a video camera. The camera itself was on a tripod in the corner of the room.
“Did I say you can turn?”
“No, sir.”
“This is the first warning. And the last. Do that again and I’ll punish you for it. Now you can turn around.”
Eric turned around.
“You look pretty in that outfit. I think I’ll keep you in it for a while longer. Come here.” Ryan spread his legs and pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”
Eric positioned himself on the floor between Ryan’s legs and gave the man a questioning glance. Ryan seemed to guess what he was thinking, because he had to muffle another giggle.
“Yes, you can take it out.”
After the permission, Eric pulled down Ryan’s zipped and yanked the jeans lower. Ryan’s hard cock bounced out. Pair of strong hands grabbed Eric’s and held them apart from the exposed member.
“What do you think you should do now?”
“I should…. Suck you?” Eric guessed with a lopsided smirk.
“Is that all you want? Get down on your knees and suck me.”
“For a while.”
“And then?”
“I want you to fuck me so well I can’t sit right for a week.”
“You’re mouth is probably the smuttiest part of you.” Ryan removed his other hand and stroked Eric’s stubbly cheek. “Why do you think you deserve it?”
“Because I’m a good boy?”
“Are you?”
“I am!”
“Are you good enough?”
“Hell yeah.”
“We’ll see.” Ryan grabbed the back of Eric’s head and pulled him closer to his crotch. “Make it good, and I may fuck you. If I think you’re good enough to deserve that.”
Eric dived down to capture the man’s cock between his lips, swallowing him as deep as he could. Ryan’s hands settled on Eric’s temples, guiding his moves up and down his member. Eric pulled out his best moves, nibbling and licking the tender spots he knew would make Ryan moan.
The sounds were becoming louder and louder, till Ryan pulled Eric’s head up.
“Not yet. But I think that deserves a little reward. Take the shirt off.”
Eric took a step back and tore off the flimsy tank top. He moved on to remove the briefs but one look from Ryan made him abandon the idea.
“Keep those on. Get on the table. On you hands and knees.”
Eric did has he was told. He got on the table and jiggled his butt.
“And don’t try that. Begging is not gonna help you. You’ll get what I’ll give you.” Ryan grouched down to grab Eric’s hands, which were hanging over the edge of the low coffee table. He cuffed both hands to the legs of the table, leaving Eric to balance as well as he could with his butt in the in the air.
“You know….” Eric couldn’t help chuckling. “You know what I have in common with the Titanic? The rear is the last part that goes down.”
His joking turned into a surprised yelp. Ryan had slapped him on the butt. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear Eric wasn’t allowed to talk.
“No need to keep advertising your rear. Right now it seems to be your main attraction.” Ryan’s words were followed by a loud snap.
Eric twisted his head to the side and he saw what Ryan was holding. A pair of sharp scissors he usually kept in his kit. Eric felt the cold metal sliding over his skin and under the fabric of his briefs, cutting it in two, right between “For” and “Sale”. He heard the scissors being placed on the floor and warm hands came to caress his buttocks. They pulled his cheeks apart, one finger slowly moving down between the globes. Eric pressed his cheeks together, keeping Ryan’s finger captive for a moment before he let go.
His reward was a sharp slap on the butt.
“Not yet.”
Ryan reached to the shelf underneath the coffee table and pulled out a bottle of lube and a black dildo. Eric eyed the toy and sighed in frustration
“Not a toy. I want you.”
“Do I need to gag you?”
“No, sir.”
“And don’t worry. The toy is for later.” Ryan smirked at Eric’s confused expression. He lubed few fingers and shoved them inside Eric with one rough move.
Eric gasped, trying to keep his moans inside. Ryan had prepared him so many times that he knew how to get the maximum reaction from Eric. His body opened up to the skilful fingers, waiting for the next phase.
“You know….” Ryan sounded like a predatory feline. “Sometimes I think I could shove my whole arm inside you, all the way up to my elbow and you’d still beg for more.”
“As long as it’s you.” Eric moaned.
“What was that?”
“As long as it’s you, sir.”
“Better.” Ryan pulled out. “Can you take me?”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”
“Not that it really matters.” Ryan smeared a healthy amount of lube on his hard-on. “You’re always open for me aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Always ready to serve my whims.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ready to use your mouth and ass anytime and anywhere to keep me happy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” Ryan pushed in.
The sudden invasion left Eric gasping. There was no pain, Ryan had made sure of that, just a feel of relief and fulfilment. He tried to rock his body against Ryan, but the cuffs kept him still. He rested his head on the edge of the table, focusing on Ryan’s deep strokes. His own cock was still nested in the half cut briefs, practically bursting out of them. The stimulation Ryan provided made up for the lack of attention on his dick. The whole setting added a pleasant tingle to his pleasure. He was cuffed with his ass in the air, getting taken by his lover.
Just as Eric was approaching his climax, Ryan suddenly paused. He pulled almost completely out, and Eric’s body reacted by clutching on to him, trying to keep him inside.
“Remember what I said?” Ryan picked up the dildo from the table and covered it with lube. “I told you this is for later.” He placed the tip of the toy against Eric’s opening, nestling it against his own member. He pushed in and the toy entered Eric in sync with the real thing.
That was the last straw for Eric’s self-control. He howled. Ryan was big, filling him completely. The added toy made him feel like he would burst if he moved or even breathed. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was unpleasant. Ryan started thrusting in again, this time in a slow, lazy pace. Eric didn’t need to see Ryan`s face to know he was observing his every move, trying to spot every possible sign of pain. Somehow that notion made Eric relax again. He tried to move together with the strokes as much as the cuffs allowed. Little by little, the uncomfortable feeling made way for bizarre pleasure. He closed his eyes. The climax reached him, making him scream against the wooden surface of the table.
In his boneless haze he hardly even noticed that Ryan had pulled the toy out. He leaned forward, digging himself as deep into Eric as he could. He rested his jaw on Eric’s shoulder long enough to whisper in his ear.
“No toys in the end. Or anything else. Just me.”
Eric groaned his confirmation.
“Nobody does this to you but me. This is all mine.” Ryan exploded, letting every wave of his release fill Eric. He tried to keep himself from slumping down on top of his partner, instead he pulled out carefully. He laid down next to Eric.
“That…. was…. incredible.” Eric sighed. He couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off his face. “You’re a natural at this.”
“It was fun.” Ryan agreed. He rest his head on Eric’s shoulder. His voice had the normal tone, the domineering feel was gone.
“So we can do it again?”
“Yeah, but…. Not too often. I like things the way they are. Little bit of fantasy is good, but I think I like our life the way it is.”
“Me too.”
“And Eric….”
“What?”
“You’re gonna clean the table, you spilled all over it.”
“Your fault, you were so damn good.”
“I was. But if you ruined the polish, you’ll buy a new one.”
TBC