BDSM Big Bang: I Want To Own You - Part II
Chapter 5
The following two weeks are a learning process. He keeps Danny's wrists bound the entire time they're home, trying to get him to depend on Steve. And Danny complies wonderfully. He does what he's told, and if the state of his arousal is anything to go by, he enjoys it too.
There hasn't been need for punishment yet, something Steve is glad for, but knows won’t last. But they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now, he's entirely focused on getting Danny to accept that his orgasms are no longer his own, same as his cock.
They're sitting on the sofa watching a game, or at least Steve is watching. Danny is wriggling around on his lap, unable to sit still. It's not as if Steve minds though, because all that wriggling is really pleasurable. And to be fair, he doesn't think Danny can help it.
Whimpers reach his ear and absentmindedly, he presses a kiss to Danny's cheek, right next to the strap of the newly bought gag and lets his left hand slide over the man’s chest, gently petting him and absentmindedly twisting his nipples when the urge strikes him.
His right hand is gently and slowly stroking the blond's cock that rises up from his opened trousers, angry red and weeping, as it has been for half an hour now, helped along by the plug in his ass, and Steve's continuous and absentminded playing.
He likes Danny like this, clothed but with his junk hanging out, in part because it's hot but still makes him seem vulnerable, but also because Danny gets very embarrassed about it. And that's something Steve can hardly resist, which is why sometimes, he makes Danny run around like this, just for the pleasure of seeing him blushing madly.
When they reach halftime, Danny is a total mess. Drool has escaped, he's trembling and whimpering and tears are sliding down his cheeks. But the handheld bell, which they use instead of safe words when playing with the gag doesn't ring, soft sounds from involuntary movements aside.
Steve gently pushes him to stand up and moves him so he's standing in front of Steve, his cock on height with Steve's mouth. And Steve can't resist. It's Danny after all. He leans in and gently presses a kiss to his cockhead, lapping at the precum that's dripping freely before following it up with a long slide of his tongue along the thick vein on the underside.
Then he leans back and enjoys how Danny's hips move forward to follow him and his sobs get swallowed up by the gag. He gently but firmly lets his hands rub Danny's thighs and murmurs: "It's okay, Danno. Calm down, it's okay."
It takes a bit, until the sobbing has calmed down and Danny is able to focus on him. His beautiful blue eyes are clouded and blown wide and Steve just wants to eat him up. But he won't because Steve? Has a plan.
Catching Danny's eyes, he gives him a lazy smile and then helps the man out of his trousers. "We have about eight minutes left before the game continues. And after all your wriggling in my lap; I really need to fuck you. So c'mon, kneel on the sofa and bend over."
It's a matter of trust how Danny obeys instantly, because without use of his hands it's not easy balance wise, but Steve is right beside him, ready to move in and help if needed. It's not though, and when Danny is bent over, in nothing but his shirt which frames his ass so beautifully, Steve can't help but give said ass a slap, admiring the red that springs up right away.
They haven't done much with spanking yet, but Steve likes it and tries to put it into play so Danny won't associate it later on only with punishment. It can be pleasurable and he has a feeling Danny might like it, too. At least, he hasn't protested yet. In fact, no safe word use whatsoever up ‘til now, neither yellow, nor red.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he focuses on the fest in front of him and lets his fingers trail down to Danny's hole which is lubed and plugged and ensures that Steve wont have to take time to prepare him now. He pulls himself out, removes the plug gently but firmly and seats himself into his partner the same way.
And then he fucks him, focused on his own pleasure, long slides that he knows will push against Danny's prostate.
"Don't forget Danno, no coming until I say so."
He knows it's something Danny won’t really be able to control once the stimulation gets to be too much, and Danny's been on the edge for nearly and hour now. It shouldn't be a problem though, because just then orgasm rolls over Steve and he shoots his load into his partner.
For a moment he bends forward and rests his chest on Danny's back, catching his breath, but then he straightens, pulls out and presses the plug back in. He helps Danny straighten, presses a kiss to his shoulder and looks down at his still weeping cock.
"So good for me, Danno. My perfect Daniel."
Danny is beyond reason now it seems, nearly out of it, so Steve sits back down, but this time he doesn't pull Danny into his lap. Instead he points to the space on the floor between his knees and says: "Kneel down here, Danno."
He doesn’t make Danny kneel often, blow jobs aside, because he's not really into that and also because it's hell for Danny's knee. But this, now, probably won't take long.
He puts a finger under Danny's chin and moves it up so their eyes meet. "You've been really good, Danno. I think you deserve to come now, hm?" He's getting a frantic nod as an answer and can't help but grin. "Thing is though, the game is about to start, so you'll have to do it yourself."
He leans back and enjoys the involuntary movement of Danny's hands, which get caught right away by the wrist cuffs. The keening that follows is music to his ears. "Right, nearly forgot. You can't. Well, guess I'll have to help you anyway."
He moves his cargo clad leg between Danny's spread knees and gently presses up against his cock. "That's all the help you get though. The rest you have to do yourself."
And then he proceeds to stare at the TV, keeping focus on Danny out of the corner of his eye.
The blond is frozen, maybe because of the pleasure of pressure against his cock or because of the implications of what Steve said. Either way, he doesn't move until Steve says absentmindedly, "You don't want to come? I can remove my leg if you want."
His only answer is another keen, and then gentle rocking movements start against his leg. He can see that Danny has his eyes pressed closed and he bets the blush in his face is more embarrassment than arousal at the moment. He can't resist and says: "Just like a puppy, humping away." And yep, the color deepens.
It's no easy task for Danny. Without his hands, he loses balance and rhythm quite often and slides off. After twenty minutes he still hasn't reached orgasm and is bent over Steve's leg, crying and sobbing while his hips move restlessly, trying to get the friction needed.
"Hey, shh, it's okay." He manhandles Danny back into his lap and let's the man hide his face in his neck, all the while rocking him, all the while murmuring, "It's okay, it's okay."
What he does not do though is touch Danny's cock, even when the man pumps his hips, trying to get friction from Steve's stomach. Instead, he tightens his grip around Danny and stills the man's movements. "None of that now, Daniel. You had your chance and now it's gone. Later maybe. But not now."
There are more tears and struggling, but Steve rides it out, not letting up the hold he has and continues to rock softly, until Danny finally calms down, his cock finally softening a bit. "That's it, Danny. You get to come when I say you do. And you won't when I don't want you to. That's how it is."
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The rest of the day, Danny is back to being timid and silent, but clingy and Steve indulges him. There are no more sexual gestures or touches, instead there is a lot of cuddling and Steve does what he likes most and pampers Danny, putting them both into a bubble bath for over an hour and afterwards reading to him while the man is wrapped around him.
It's peaceful and exactly how Steve imagined the two of them being.
At bedtime, as always since they have started this new aspect of their relationship, they make their way up into the master bedroom and Steve removes Danny's wrist cuffs from the belt around his waist, and instead locks them around part of the headboard.
Then he get's the massage oil and starts in on Danny's back before moving him around and doing his chest. It's soothing, the steady movement and glide across warm, smooth skin and Steve gets kind of lost in it, same as Danny if his half closed eyes are any indication.
When he's done, he cuddles up to Danny, pressing his face against the man's shoulder and whispers: "No sound. Or I'll stop."
And then, slowly but steadily, he starts in on Danny's dick, sliding his hand up and down in the same rhythm he had used on the rest of his body.
Danny's body next to him arches, but he keeps still, and Steve isn't cruel enough to make him wait long. Instead he keeps up a steady rhythm until Danny explodes, arching his back up in a nearly impossible bow, before slumping down exhausted.
He makes the half asleep man lick up his release from his hand and after that, and the exhausting day the blond had, it doesn't take long for Danny to fall asleep, but Steve isn't there yet.
Instead he keeps softly petting the spent cock, making the sleeping man give a soft whine, curling his hand around Danny's entire package before curling himself around the bound man. Only then, with Danny's most vulnerable part protected by his hand, and the man's steady breath in his ear, does he succumb to slumber himself.
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For another week, everything seems fine. They master Grace Time without problem, and Steve actually thinks they're doing well.
But then, Chin and Kono pull him aside while Danny is grabbing lunch and start grilling him if everything is alright. He's not really getting what they mean, though.
"No, guys, everything is okay between us, good even."
The two cousins share a look and finally, Kono continues. "Well, maybe it has something to do with Grace or Rachel?"
But enough is enough, and Steve doesn't like being interrogated when he has no idea what even for. "Look, would you mind telling me what's going on? Because I have no idea what you two want from me."
So he's losing his patience a bit, but sue him. They are implying that something is wrong with Danny, and it's his job, now more so than before, to take care of Danny and fix things that are wrong.
"He just looks down, brah", Chin says. "Less ranting, if any. Not so many jokes and smiles, unless he’s talking about Grace - and if it was possible, I'd say he looks smaller. We knew you two had a fight, or whatever, about a month ago, but you gave the impression that everything was okay again. Only Danny looks as if it's not. Are you sure you don't know what's bothering him?"
Steve doesn't, not really. And he doesn't really know what they mean either, but after the talk, he proceeds to watch Danny like a hawk for the rest of the day. It doesn't take long to see what they mean, and Steve would really like someone to punch him right about now. Because how the hell could he have missed this?
Because one thing is for sure, Danny is not okay.
Chapter 6
He takes a few days to figure out what's wrong, days of worrying and constant observation and sneakily pampering Danny more than normal. That Danny let's it happen is strange in itself and another alarming sign. But it's also what tips Steve off in the end.
Fact one, the persona Danny has taken on at home is the one that shows up at work, the one that makes Chin and Kono worry.
Fact two is much more alarming and ties Steve's stomach in knots.
Danny is unhappy.
He tries to corner Danny a few times, tries to subtly ask what's going on, but Danny ignores him pretty much and pleads ignorance, but by now Steve has at least an idea about what's going on.
He takes leave the rest of the week and does the same for Danny, ignoring the man's protest. That evening, he sets his roughly planed idea into motion, hoping he's not making this whole thing worse than it apparently already is. Because the plan? Is setting Danny up to fail.
He tells Danny to strip, gags him then and ties him to their bed, his ankles this time too, leaving the man with spread legs. Next come the nipple clamps, put on tight enough that it makes Danny wince at first, followed by a vibrating butt plug. He's not finished yet, but stops to firmly gaze into Danny's eyes.
"We're playing a game, Daniel. I'm going to leave you here while I make dinner, and it's your job not to come. If you do, it's time for the paddle. Understood?"
And Danny nods, because let's be fair, at the moment there is not much to make him orgasm. But as said, Steve's not finished.
He pulls out two small bullet vibrators and some thin, but really soft rope, which he uses to tie one bullet so it rests against Danny's perineum and the other one against his frenulum. When he's finished, Danny's eyes are wide and staring at him, but it's nothing to the grimace he makes when Steve turns on all three vibrators. One would think Steve had electrocuted him.
Giving the head of Danny’s penis a quick squeeze, he leaves with the words, "Don't forget, no coming."
Danny won't stand a chance. His body and the vibrators won't let him.
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He doesn't leave Danny alone for long. Once orgasm hits the vibration will be overstimulation, and while that might be fun if controlled, it's nothing he wants Danny to experience for a long while alone.
So he carefully listens, gives it about ten minutes and yeah, timed more or less perfectly. Reentering the room, he's faced with a man whose stomach is painted with his release and who's struggling against his bindings, obviously trying to escape.
Steve won't say he's running, but he's definitely faster than normal, getting to Danny's side within seconds and turning off the vibrators, before removing all three of them carefully. Next follow the nipple clamps, the gag and then he frees Danny's ankles, before sitting down next to the man, soothingly petting his hair.
He has no idea how long it takes, but finally Danny curls around him as much as his bound arms allow him and mumbles with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Steve. I tried, I really, really…"
"Shh, it's okay, Danno. It's fine." He keeps up the petting, focusing on Danny's breathing that slowly changes from pants into a softer, more normal rhythm. Only then does he get up and grab the paddle.
Danny eyes him apprehensively, stuttering: "But you said… you said it's okay, you said…"
"And it is okay", Steve interrupts. "Making mistakes is okay. But that doesn't mean you won't get punished for it. I told you so beforehand. Now, turn around. You know your safe words?"
Danny nods after some hesitation, but Steve makes him repeat it out loud, before positioning the man on his knees and elbows, due to the cuffs stretching his arms out in front of him.
He steps beside him, testing the angle… and lets the paddle fly.
He keeps the strength of the slaps normal, focused at first on the buttocks, before moving at times to the thinner skin where thigh meets ass. Around 50, he switches hands, and around 80 Danny starts to cry and sob. At around 100, Steve, feeling sick, has his suspicion confirmed.
Danny won't use his safe word.
The paddle gets thrown across the room, with an anger that Steve hasn't felt in a very long time. He's not sure though with whom he's angry. It's a toss up between Danny and himself.
First though, he has to take care of this wonderful, ornery man that is seemingly unable to trust Steve. Whom Steve now won't be able to trust either, not with this. Because Steve had trusted Danny to say stop if needed.
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What follows is lots of aftercare.
Steve has a moment of indecision, where he can't decide if he wants to tend to Danny's ass or hold the man, but the need to hold and comfort wins out. Danny probably needs body contact and so does Steve.
So he releases the man's wrists, this time from the cuffs entirely, and pulls him into his arms, carefully positioning them in a way that keeps Danny's ass away from the mattress.
He makes soothing noises, runs his hands in slow and hopefully calming strokes over every stretch of skin he can reach and focuses on keeping his breath even, knowing after all this time that Danny will match his ‘til they breath as one.
Only after, much later, does he clean Danny up, rubbing soothing lotion into the abused flesh before tugging a blanket around the man. He grabs some finger food for them, and proceeds to spend the rest of the day cuddling with Danny.
Tomorrow, and with it the talk that is seemingly long overdue, will happen soon enough.
Chapter 7
They're sitting in the hammock once again, Danny cuddled up to Steve and gently rocking while a warm breeze brings the smell of the ocean to them. Steve has his nose in Danny's mussed up hair, and enjoys the perfect moment. They both know it won't last.
"I trusted you to say stop, Danno. Why didn't you?" He knows that Danny had to have known that this talk would come, but still the man stiffens in his arms.
"I thought I could take the… paddle, I'm sor…"
"Don't say you're sorry. And don't lie to me, Daniel."
He uses the voice inflection he’s always used since they started this, and if nothing else, he knows that Danny responds to it. That at least, he hopes, was honest.
At the least, it works now, because Danny shuts up and audibly swallows.
"You want to know what I think? I think in the month we've been doing this, there was more than once when you should have used your safe word, because you weren’t comfortable. At the very least, you should have used 'yellow', to slow things down. And I, I probably should have known that this was too good to be true, someone unfamiliar with this lifestyle accepting everything so effortlessly, but god damnit, Danno, I trusted you to tell me to stop or to slow down. So why the hell didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't want you if you said 'stop'?"
And that, exactly that moment when the words leave his mouth, and when Danny stiffens further in his arms, is when Steve knows that that's exactly it. And once again he hears the words Danny had murmured, seemingly so long ago, when he had first broached this topic.
“Just once I’d like to be enough for someone as I am.”
“Don’t tell me no when it’s clearly a lie. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I were enough for you as I am, now would we?!”
"Danny… this I not what I wanted."
It is evidently the wrong thing to say.
Suddenly he has a spitfire in his arms, a disgruntled and angry cat that squirms around and nearly kicks them both out of the hammock, before he has himself positioned as he wants, straddling Steve despite the pain he must be feeling and facing him and angrily hitting Steve's chest with his fists, until the larger man manages to get a hold on them.
"Stop Danny, stop. Stop!"
"Don't tell me to stop, you bastard. I did what you wanted; you don't get to tell me now you don't. I… I let you do all this… all this stuff to me and now you don't get to tell me you didn't want me too."
It's such a fucking mess, and Steve has no idea how it turned out this way. He thought they were doing okay, he thought they were fine, only they're not and he has no idea how to fix this.
"Not like this, Danny, never like this. Never like this," he whispers brokenly and pulls the struggling man into his chest, refusing to let go.
"When we talked about this, when we 'negotiated' you were supposed to tell me what you didn't like, didn't want. And even after, I trusted you to use the safe words, to tell me what was okay. I can't read minds, Danno. If you don't tell me, I won't know, and if I don't know, I won't stop and …"
And he has to stop that train of thought right there, before he ends up talking himself into things far uglier than he wants to contemplate.
"I trusted you to tell me, Danny. Never, I never wanted you to think that you had to go along with whatever I wanted. That's not what this is about."
"This is all so fucked up." Danny murmurs quietly. "I thought I could do this, be everything you want. I thought I would be okay with it, if only I wouldn't lose you. I was so sure I could do it, Steve, for you. For us. Because when I thought about losing you over something like sex, I thought I would die."
And that's when Steve really feels like crying, because he started this whole mess. Over sex. Over something stupid and now seemingly unimportant like sex.
"It's about compromise, Danno. I never expected you to go along with everything. You were okay with telling me what you didn't want in the beginning. Why not later?"
"That was… the big stuff. I thought, like, with the smaller stuff, if I kept saying no, or tried to negotiate, it would be too much. I wanted you to get what you needed, Steve. I just wanted to make you happy."
"The small stuff is important, too. No one likes everything, be it vanilla sex or kinky lifestyle. I never expected you to match me 100%, Danny. Unless I clone myself, no one ever will. I don't like everything that you do either, you know that. My happiness is not worth more than yours. Never more than yours."
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What follows is not easy.
They put their sex life on ice, kinky and non kinky stuff. For some time there aren't even soft touches in passing or absentminded kisses, but those they can't resist for long.
What they do though, is talk. And talk. And talk some more. They should have done that before, but to be fair, Steve had thought they did. In retrospect, he can admit that that had been a bit doe-eyed but for once he refuses to shoulder the blame alone.
It's not easy, the whole thing at times feels like a bomb ready to explode, but Steve knows how to handle bombs and proceeds to move slowly and carefully, holding on to the belief that ultimately they will be able to resolve this.
During these long talks, Danny admits that while disturbed by it, he had mostly enjoyed having Steve in charge, taking care of him. It's a big relief to hear that, for one because it means that at least they are compatible, but also because Steve had at times nearly felt like a rapist, thinking he had done things to Danny the man had absolutely not wanted.
While not true to that extent, there certainly had been points Danny had not enjoyed.
"I was going crazy, babe," Danny says one afternoon, waving his arms around. "You kept my hands bound all the time and I just… I need to be able to move. And not only that, I want to touch you, I need to touch you. And you wouldn't let me. I won't say I didn't enjoy it at times, but ultimately, I can't stand being tied down all the time, Steve. It makes me feel as if I'll explode, and not in a good way."
It's the first big point of difference, and after seeing Steve be okay with it, accept it, talking about the kinks gets easier.
So what if Steve likes to tie up people. Danny says it's okay sometimes, and that's enough for Steve. Not perfect, not what he'd wish for, but enough to make him happy. Like he had told Danny, thinking he'd be able to get everything, from any one partner, is illusory.
They end up negotiating everything they did during their kinky ‘adventure' and many things Steve still had planned. Surprisingly, it's the still open stuff that's harder to discuss, mainly because Steve still doesn't trust Danny with the safe words. But they'll work on that, like on everything else, and until they get back to where they were, Steve will just have to be extra careful.
What they end up with, roughly agreed upon and open to changes, is that Steve is allowed to keep taking care of Danny full time concerning stuff like sun screen, and food and enforcing bedtime if necessary. Danny even agrees, though blushing and looking away, to asking to use the toilet.
"I… liked all that. I don't understand it, but I liked it," he admits in a hushed voice.
For the sexual stuff, they first of all break down the play time. Steve had wanted full time when at home, but Danny can't do that. He needs normal time, and if he needs it, Steve will give it to him. It's only fair.
He ends up buying a silver chain bracelet for Danny, which they use as an additional indicator of Danny's mood. If he takes it off at home, it's their normal, vanilla couple time. If he wears it, he's Steve's. The idea is kind of perfect, but again it comes back to Steve having to trust Danny to do what he needs. He makes him promise three times to do so and hopes that will be enough.
A sign that these changes are actually working is when Steve gets a thumbs up from Kono and Chin a few weeks later.
And when he and Danny once again sit in their hammock, cuddled up together and enjoying yet another sunset and Steve asks Danny: "Do you think we'll be okay?"
He gets a brilliant smile in return, one of those blinding ones that are reserved just for him. "You bet we will, babe."
And that is enough for Steve. If Danny believes in it, he will too.
~End~
The following two weeks are a learning process. He keeps Danny's wrists bound the entire time they're home, trying to get him to depend on Steve. And Danny complies wonderfully. He does what he's told, and if the state of his arousal is anything to go by, he enjoys it too.
There hasn't been need for punishment yet, something Steve is glad for, but knows won’t last. But they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now, he's entirely focused on getting Danny to accept that his orgasms are no longer his own, same as his cock.
They're sitting on the sofa watching a game, or at least Steve is watching. Danny is wriggling around on his lap, unable to sit still. It's not as if Steve minds though, because all that wriggling is really pleasurable. And to be fair, he doesn't think Danny can help it.
Whimpers reach his ear and absentmindedly, he presses a kiss to Danny's cheek, right next to the strap of the newly bought gag and lets his left hand slide over the man’s chest, gently petting him and absentmindedly twisting his nipples when the urge strikes him.
His right hand is gently and slowly stroking the blond's cock that rises up from his opened trousers, angry red and weeping, as it has been for half an hour now, helped along by the plug in his ass, and Steve's continuous and absentminded playing.
He likes Danny like this, clothed but with his junk hanging out, in part because it's hot but still makes him seem vulnerable, but also because Danny gets very embarrassed about it. And that's something Steve can hardly resist, which is why sometimes, he makes Danny run around like this, just for the pleasure of seeing him blushing madly.
When they reach halftime, Danny is a total mess. Drool has escaped, he's trembling and whimpering and tears are sliding down his cheeks. But the handheld bell, which they use instead of safe words when playing with the gag doesn't ring, soft sounds from involuntary movements aside.
Steve gently pushes him to stand up and moves him so he's standing in front of Steve, his cock on height with Steve's mouth. And Steve can't resist. It's Danny after all. He leans in and gently presses a kiss to his cockhead, lapping at the precum that's dripping freely before following it up with a long slide of his tongue along the thick vein on the underside.
Then he leans back and enjoys how Danny's hips move forward to follow him and his sobs get swallowed up by the gag. He gently but firmly lets his hands rub Danny's thighs and murmurs: "It's okay, Danno. Calm down, it's okay."
It takes a bit, until the sobbing has calmed down and Danny is able to focus on him. His beautiful blue eyes are clouded and blown wide and Steve just wants to eat him up. But he won't because Steve? Has a plan.
Catching Danny's eyes, he gives him a lazy smile and then helps the man out of his trousers. "We have about eight minutes left before the game continues. And after all your wriggling in my lap; I really need to fuck you. So c'mon, kneel on the sofa and bend over."
It's a matter of trust how Danny obeys instantly, because without use of his hands it's not easy balance wise, but Steve is right beside him, ready to move in and help if needed. It's not though, and when Danny is bent over, in nothing but his shirt which frames his ass so beautifully, Steve can't help but give said ass a slap, admiring the red that springs up right away.
They haven't done much with spanking yet, but Steve likes it and tries to put it into play so Danny won't associate it later on only with punishment. It can be pleasurable and he has a feeling Danny might like it, too. At least, he hasn't protested yet. In fact, no safe word use whatsoever up ‘til now, neither yellow, nor red.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he focuses on the fest in front of him and lets his fingers trail down to Danny's hole which is lubed and plugged and ensures that Steve wont have to take time to prepare him now. He pulls himself out, removes the plug gently but firmly and seats himself into his partner the same way.
And then he fucks him, focused on his own pleasure, long slides that he knows will push against Danny's prostate.
"Don't forget Danno, no coming until I say so."
He knows it's something Danny won’t really be able to control once the stimulation gets to be too much, and Danny's been on the edge for nearly and hour now. It shouldn't be a problem though, because just then orgasm rolls over Steve and he shoots his load into his partner.
For a moment he bends forward and rests his chest on Danny's back, catching his breath, but then he straightens, pulls out and presses the plug back in. He helps Danny straighten, presses a kiss to his shoulder and looks down at his still weeping cock.
"So good for me, Danno. My perfect Daniel."
Danny is beyond reason now it seems, nearly out of it, so Steve sits back down, but this time he doesn't pull Danny into his lap. Instead he points to the space on the floor between his knees and says: "Kneel down here, Danno."
He doesn’t make Danny kneel often, blow jobs aside, because he's not really into that and also because it's hell for Danny's knee. But this, now, probably won't take long.
He puts a finger under Danny's chin and moves it up so their eyes meet. "You've been really good, Danno. I think you deserve to come now, hm?" He's getting a frantic nod as an answer and can't help but grin. "Thing is though, the game is about to start, so you'll have to do it yourself."
He leans back and enjoys the involuntary movement of Danny's hands, which get caught right away by the wrist cuffs. The keening that follows is music to his ears. "Right, nearly forgot. You can't. Well, guess I'll have to help you anyway."
He moves his cargo clad leg between Danny's spread knees and gently presses up against his cock. "That's all the help you get though. The rest you have to do yourself."
And then he proceeds to stare at the TV, keeping focus on Danny out of the corner of his eye.
The blond is frozen, maybe because of the pleasure of pressure against his cock or because of the implications of what Steve said. Either way, he doesn't move until Steve says absentmindedly, "You don't want to come? I can remove my leg if you want."
His only answer is another keen, and then gentle rocking movements start against his leg. He can see that Danny has his eyes pressed closed and he bets the blush in his face is more embarrassment than arousal at the moment. He can't resist and says: "Just like a puppy, humping away." And yep, the color deepens.
It's no easy task for Danny. Without his hands, he loses balance and rhythm quite often and slides off. After twenty minutes he still hasn't reached orgasm and is bent over Steve's leg, crying and sobbing while his hips move restlessly, trying to get the friction needed.
"Hey, shh, it's okay." He manhandles Danny back into his lap and let's the man hide his face in his neck, all the while rocking him, all the while murmuring, "It's okay, it's okay."
What he does not do though is touch Danny's cock, even when the man pumps his hips, trying to get friction from Steve's stomach. Instead, he tightens his grip around Danny and stills the man's movements. "None of that now, Daniel. You had your chance and now it's gone. Later maybe. But not now."
There are more tears and struggling, but Steve rides it out, not letting up the hold he has and continues to rock softly, until Danny finally calms down, his cock finally softening a bit. "That's it, Danny. You get to come when I say you do. And you won't when I don't want you to. That's how it is."
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The rest of the day, Danny is back to being timid and silent, but clingy and Steve indulges him. There are no more sexual gestures or touches, instead there is a lot of cuddling and Steve does what he likes most and pampers Danny, putting them both into a bubble bath for over an hour and afterwards reading to him while the man is wrapped around him.
It's peaceful and exactly how Steve imagined the two of them being.
At bedtime, as always since they have started this new aspect of their relationship, they make their way up into the master bedroom and Steve removes Danny's wrist cuffs from the belt around his waist, and instead locks them around part of the headboard.
Then he get's the massage oil and starts in on Danny's back before moving him around and doing his chest. It's soothing, the steady movement and glide across warm, smooth skin and Steve gets kind of lost in it, same as Danny if his half closed eyes are any indication.
When he's done, he cuddles up to Danny, pressing his face against the man's shoulder and whispers: "No sound. Or I'll stop."
And then, slowly but steadily, he starts in on Danny's dick, sliding his hand up and down in the same rhythm he had used on the rest of his body.
Danny's body next to him arches, but he keeps still, and Steve isn't cruel enough to make him wait long. Instead he keeps up a steady rhythm until Danny explodes, arching his back up in a nearly impossible bow, before slumping down exhausted.
He makes the half asleep man lick up his release from his hand and after that, and the exhausting day the blond had, it doesn't take long for Danny to fall asleep, but Steve isn't there yet.
Instead he keeps softly petting the spent cock, making the sleeping man give a soft whine, curling his hand around Danny's entire package before curling himself around the bound man. Only then, with Danny's most vulnerable part protected by his hand, and the man's steady breath in his ear, does he succumb to slumber himself.
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For another week, everything seems fine. They master Grace Time without problem, and Steve actually thinks they're doing well.
But then, Chin and Kono pull him aside while Danny is grabbing lunch and start grilling him if everything is alright. He's not really getting what they mean, though.
"No, guys, everything is okay between us, good even."
The two cousins share a look and finally, Kono continues. "Well, maybe it has something to do with Grace or Rachel?"
But enough is enough, and Steve doesn't like being interrogated when he has no idea what even for. "Look, would you mind telling me what's going on? Because I have no idea what you two want from me."
So he's losing his patience a bit, but sue him. They are implying that something is wrong with Danny, and it's his job, now more so than before, to take care of Danny and fix things that are wrong.
"He just looks down, brah", Chin says. "Less ranting, if any. Not so many jokes and smiles, unless he’s talking about Grace - and if it was possible, I'd say he looks smaller. We knew you two had a fight, or whatever, about a month ago, but you gave the impression that everything was okay again. Only Danny looks as if it's not. Are you sure you don't know what's bothering him?"
Steve doesn't, not really. And he doesn't really know what they mean either, but after the talk, he proceeds to watch Danny like a hawk for the rest of the day. It doesn't take long to see what they mean, and Steve would really like someone to punch him right about now. Because how the hell could he have missed this?
Because one thing is for sure, Danny is not okay.
Chapter 6
He takes a few days to figure out what's wrong, days of worrying and constant observation and sneakily pampering Danny more than normal. That Danny let's it happen is strange in itself and another alarming sign. But it's also what tips Steve off in the end.
Fact one, the persona Danny has taken on at home is the one that shows up at work, the one that makes Chin and Kono worry.
Fact two is much more alarming and ties Steve's stomach in knots.
Danny is unhappy.
He tries to corner Danny a few times, tries to subtly ask what's going on, but Danny ignores him pretty much and pleads ignorance, but by now Steve has at least an idea about what's going on.
He takes leave the rest of the week and does the same for Danny, ignoring the man's protest. That evening, he sets his roughly planed idea into motion, hoping he's not making this whole thing worse than it apparently already is. Because the plan? Is setting Danny up to fail.
He tells Danny to strip, gags him then and ties him to their bed, his ankles this time too, leaving the man with spread legs. Next come the nipple clamps, put on tight enough that it makes Danny wince at first, followed by a vibrating butt plug. He's not finished yet, but stops to firmly gaze into Danny's eyes.
"We're playing a game, Daniel. I'm going to leave you here while I make dinner, and it's your job not to come. If you do, it's time for the paddle. Understood?"
And Danny nods, because let's be fair, at the moment there is not much to make him orgasm. But as said, Steve's not finished.
He pulls out two small bullet vibrators and some thin, but really soft rope, which he uses to tie one bullet so it rests against Danny's perineum and the other one against his frenulum. When he's finished, Danny's eyes are wide and staring at him, but it's nothing to the grimace he makes when Steve turns on all three vibrators. One would think Steve had electrocuted him.
Giving the head of Danny’s penis a quick squeeze, he leaves with the words, "Don't forget, no coming."
Danny won't stand a chance. His body and the vibrators won't let him.
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He doesn't leave Danny alone for long. Once orgasm hits the vibration will be overstimulation, and while that might be fun if controlled, it's nothing he wants Danny to experience for a long while alone.
So he carefully listens, gives it about ten minutes and yeah, timed more or less perfectly. Reentering the room, he's faced with a man whose stomach is painted with his release and who's struggling against his bindings, obviously trying to escape.
Steve won't say he's running, but he's definitely faster than normal, getting to Danny's side within seconds and turning off the vibrators, before removing all three of them carefully. Next follow the nipple clamps, the gag and then he frees Danny's ankles, before sitting down next to the man, soothingly petting his hair.
He has no idea how long it takes, but finally Danny curls around him as much as his bound arms allow him and mumbles with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Steve. I tried, I really, really…"
"Shh, it's okay, Danno. It's fine." He keeps up the petting, focusing on Danny's breathing that slowly changes from pants into a softer, more normal rhythm. Only then does he get up and grab the paddle.
Danny eyes him apprehensively, stuttering: "But you said… you said it's okay, you said…"
"And it is okay", Steve interrupts. "Making mistakes is okay. But that doesn't mean you won't get punished for it. I told you so beforehand. Now, turn around. You know your safe words?"
Danny nods after some hesitation, but Steve makes him repeat it out loud, before positioning the man on his knees and elbows, due to the cuffs stretching his arms out in front of him.
He steps beside him, testing the angle… and lets the paddle fly.
He keeps the strength of the slaps normal, focused at first on the buttocks, before moving at times to the thinner skin where thigh meets ass. Around 50, he switches hands, and around 80 Danny starts to cry and sob. At around 100, Steve, feeling sick, has his suspicion confirmed.
Danny won't use his safe word.
The paddle gets thrown across the room, with an anger that Steve hasn't felt in a very long time. He's not sure though with whom he's angry. It's a toss up between Danny and himself.
First though, he has to take care of this wonderful, ornery man that is seemingly unable to trust Steve. Whom Steve now won't be able to trust either, not with this. Because Steve had trusted Danny to say stop if needed.
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What follows is lots of aftercare.
Steve has a moment of indecision, where he can't decide if he wants to tend to Danny's ass or hold the man, but the need to hold and comfort wins out. Danny probably needs body contact and so does Steve.
So he releases the man's wrists, this time from the cuffs entirely, and pulls him into his arms, carefully positioning them in a way that keeps Danny's ass away from the mattress.
He makes soothing noises, runs his hands in slow and hopefully calming strokes over every stretch of skin he can reach and focuses on keeping his breath even, knowing after all this time that Danny will match his ‘til they breath as one.
Only after, much later, does he clean Danny up, rubbing soothing lotion into the abused flesh before tugging a blanket around the man. He grabs some finger food for them, and proceeds to spend the rest of the day cuddling with Danny.
Tomorrow, and with it the talk that is seemingly long overdue, will happen soon enough.
Chapter 7
They're sitting in the hammock once again, Danny cuddled up to Steve and gently rocking while a warm breeze brings the smell of the ocean to them. Steve has his nose in Danny's mussed up hair, and enjoys the perfect moment. They both know it won't last.
"I trusted you to say stop, Danno. Why didn't you?" He knows that Danny had to have known that this talk would come, but still the man stiffens in his arms.
"I thought I could take the… paddle, I'm sor…"
"Don't say you're sorry. And don't lie to me, Daniel."
He uses the voice inflection he’s always used since they started this, and if nothing else, he knows that Danny responds to it. That at least, he hopes, was honest.
At the least, it works now, because Danny shuts up and audibly swallows.
"You want to know what I think? I think in the month we've been doing this, there was more than once when you should have used your safe word, because you weren’t comfortable. At the very least, you should have used 'yellow', to slow things down. And I, I probably should have known that this was too good to be true, someone unfamiliar with this lifestyle accepting everything so effortlessly, but god damnit, Danno, I trusted you to tell me to stop or to slow down. So why the hell didn't you? Did you think I wouldn't want you if you said 'stop'?"
And that, exactly that moment when the words leave his mouth, and when Danny stiffens further in his arms, is when Steve knows that that's exactly it. And once again he hears the words Danny had murmured, seemingly so long ago, when he had first broached this topic.
“Just once I’d like to be enough for someone as I am.”
“Don’t tell me no when it’s clearly a lie. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I were enough for you as I am, now would we?!”
"Danny… this I not what I wanted."
It is evidently the wrong thing to say.
Suddenly he has a spitfire in his arms, a disgruntled and angry cat that squirms around and nearly kicks them both out of the hammock, before he has himself positioned as he wants, straddling Steve despite the pain he must be feeling and facing him and angrily hitting Steve's chest with his fists, until the larger man manages to get a hold on them.
"Stop Danny, stop. Stop!"
"Don't tell me to stop, you bastard. I did what you wanted; you don't get to tell me now you don't. I… I let you do all this… all this stuff to me and now you don't get to tell me you didn't want me too."
It's such a fucking mess, and Steve has no idea how it turned out this way. He thought they were doing okay, he thought they were fine, only they're not and he has no idea how to fix this.
"Not like this, Danny, never like this. Never like this," he whispers brokenly and pulls the struggling man into his chest, refusing to let go.
"When we talked about this, when we 'negotiated' you were supposed to tell me what you didn't like, didn't want. And even after, I trusted you to use the safe words, to tell me what was okay. I can't read minds, Danno. If you don't tell me, I won't know, and if I don't know, I won't stop and …"
And he has to stop that train of thought right there, before he ends up talking himself into things far uglier than he wants to contemplate.
"I trusted you to tell me, Danny. Never, I never wanted you to think that you had to go along with whatever I wanted. That's not what this is about."
"This is all so fucked up." Danny murmurs quietly. "I thought I could do this, be everything you want. I thought I would be okay with it, if only I wouldn't lose you. I was so sure I could do it, Steve, for you. For us. Because when I thought about losing you over something like sex, I thought I would die."
And that's when Steve really feels like crying, because he started this whole mess. Over sex. Over something stupid and now seemingly unimportant like sex.
"It's about compromise, Danno. I never expected you to go along with everything. You were okay with telling me what you didn't want in the beginning. Why not later?"
"That was… the big stuff. I thought, like, with the smaller stuff, if I kept saying no, or tried to negotiate, it would be too much. I wanted you to get what you needed, Steve. I just wanted to make you happy."
"The small stuff is important, too. No one likes everything, be it vanilla sex or kinky lifestyle. I never expected you to match me 100%, Danny. Unless I clone myself, no one ever will. I don't like everything that you do either, you know that. My happiness is not worth more than yours. Never more than yours."
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What follows is not easy.
They put their sex life on ice, kinky and non kinky stuff. For some time there aren't even soft touches in passing or absentminded kisses, but those they can't resist for long.
What they do though, is talk. And talk. And talk some more. They should have done that before, but to be fair, Steve had thought they did. In retrospect, he can admit that that had been a bit doe-eyed but for once he refuses to shoulder the blame alone.
It's not easy, the whole thing at times feels like a bomb ready to explode, but Steve knows how to handle bombs and proceeds to move slowly and carefully, holding on to the belief that ultimately they will be able to resolve this.
During these long talks, Danny admits that while disturbed by it, he had mostly enjoyed having Steve in charge, taking care of him. It's a big relief to hear that, for one because it means that at least they are compatible, but also because Steve had at times nearly felt like a rapist, thinking he had done things to Danny the man had absolutely not wanted.
While not true to that extent, there certainly had been points Danny had not enjoyed.
"I was going crazy, babe," Danny says one afternoon, waving his arms around. "You kept my hands bound all the time and I just… I need to be able to move. And not only that, I want to touch you, I need to touch you. And you wouldn't let me. I won't say I didn't enjoy it at times, but ultimately, I can't stand being tied down all the time, Steve. It makes me feel as if I'll explode, and not in a good way."
It's the first big point of difference, and after seeing Steve be okay with it, accept it, talking about the kinks gets easier.
So what if Steve likes to tie up people. Danny says it's okay sometimes, and that's enough for Steve. Not perfect, not what he'd wish for, but enough to make him happy. Like he had told Danny, thinking he'd be able to get everything, from any one partner, is illusory.
They end up negotiating everything they did during their kinky ‘adventure' and many things Steve still had planned. Surprisingly, it's the still open stuff that's harder to discuss, mainly because Steve still doesn't trust Danny with the safe words. But they'll work on that, like on everything else, and until they get back to where they were, Steve will just have to be extra careful.
What they end up with, roughly agreed upon and open to changes, is that Steve is allowed to keep taking care of Danny full time concerning stuff like sun screen, and food and enforcing bedtime if necessary. Danny even agrees, though blushing and looking away, to asking to use the toilet.
"I… liked all that. I don't understand it, but I liked it," he admits in a hushed voice.
For the sexual stuff, they first of all break down the play time. Steve had wanted full time when at home, but Danny can't do that. He needs normal time, and if he needs it, Steve will give it to him. It's only fair.
He ends up buying a silver chain bracelet for Danny, which they use as an additional indicator of Danny's mood. If he takes it off at home, it's their normal, vanilla couple time. If he wears it, he's Steve's. The idea is kind of perfect, but again it comes back to Steve having to trust Danny to do what he needs. He makes him promise three times to do so and hopes that will be enough.
A sign that these changes are actually working is when Steve gets a thumbs up from Kono and Chin a few weeks later.
And when he and Danny once again sit in their hammock, cuddled up together and enjoying yet another sunset and Steve asks Danny: "Do you think we'll be okay?"
He gets a brilliant smile in return, one of those blinding ones that are reserved just for him. "You bet we will, babe."
And that is enough for Steve. If Danny believes in it, he will too.
~End~