Dinner Guests (Mark/Eduardo)
Fandom: The Social Network
Title: Dinner Guests
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo (AU - Facebook doesn’t exist.)
Kinks: Humiliation (situational), exposure, ownership, very heavy D/s themes, anonymity, orgasm denial and more, yep.
Warnings; consensual non-consent, humiliation (situational).
WHAT EVEN IS THIS? IT'S ALMOST SEVEN IN THE MORNING AND HUMILIATION IS NOT EVEN MY KINK
They’d agreed to this a long time ago, after they’d graduated Harvard and moved in together. It had begun before that, but in their own home, finally, their relationship could really grow, spread its wings that it was never allowed to have constantly being interrupted by classes and roommates.
It started with rules. The most pressing one being that Eduardo would never get to come without permission. On campus, this was hard for Mark to control - again, privacy, even if they bought a chastity belt or a cock ring it could far too easily be discovered by a nosy roommate, namely Dustin - but together like this it’s almost too easy for Mark to make Eduardo go for days on weeks without an orgasm.
Mostly because Eduardo’s so willing. It’s scary for both of them how much he’s willing to do for Mark. It scares Mark how much it turns him on, that weird, chest-shaking feeling of power he gets when he has Eduardo on his knees. His relief comes in the fact that Eduardo has his safeword, that Eduardo, while he loves to be controlled and dominated, will say when something makes him genuinely uncomfortable.
Mark never has to clean, either. Eduardo run an internet business from home and takes care of all of that. By default, really, or just by the way that Mark is perfectly able to live surrounded by trash, so it’s not so much that Eduardo has to that he wants to.
And try as he might, Eduardo can’t deny the feeling he gets after a play session, warm and tingly and touched, as Mark cleans him down and holds him, he can’t deny that rush of pride and love he get when Mark whispers “Good, Eduardo” into his ear. When Eduardo thinks of how Mark makes him feel, the word that comes to mind, the word he tells his therapist is owned. But there’s no negative feeling around that word - Mark makes him feel wanted, irreplaceable. He and Mark have something special that neither of them could ever have with anyone else, and that feeling is amazing.
Plus, Mark is just really, really hot when he’s dominant. So it’s a win-win.
It took a long time. Many, many long conversations, conversation that slowly became less awkward and more easy, comfortable, going over limits and wants and expectations and needs and the whole nine yards.
Eduardo can’t say no anymore. If he doesn’t like something, Mark just grins and tells him to suck it the fuck up. Eduardo’s had to do a lot of things for Mark that he’s absolutely hated, that haven’t turned him on at all, but some things have really surprised him too with how much he’s wound up enjoying them.
It’s a weird sort of paradox. There is one moment in which Eduardo gives up all control. This come after years and year of building trust and respect for one another. And now, even if Eduardo doesn’t agree to something, he has to do it. Because he’s already agreed once.
It’s never really a problem, though.
“We’re having friends over tomorrow, Wardo.”
Eduardo knows what that means. They’ll be Mark’s friends and he’ll be the “entertainment”. He doesn’t like sucking any of Mark’s friends off nearly as much as he does Mark, though he does love the moments when he might catch Mark’s eye across the room, on his knees in front of a man who’s a stranger to him, and Mark might nod at him our mouth ‘Good, Wardo’ or just stare at him and Wardo’s stomach will jump into his mouth.
He knows The Look, too, that tells him to suck it up and start behaving or there will be some serious punishment. Mark might be smaller but he is vicious with punishment, though that’s something that rarely ever happens (Eduardo’s proud to be going on a whole year with no need for serious correction. The guilt that comes with doing something wrong is much worse than however Mark physically makes him pay).
At least Mark’s possessive. He’d never let anyone else fuck Eduardo, because Wardo made it clear he was not alright with that and because Mark just can’t bear the thought of Wardo being full of someone else.
But he does take advantage of Eduardo’s willingness, and lets his friends take advantage, too.
Mark and Eduardo prepare the dinner for his friends together - just a small group of gentlemen and women from the community, but not people Eduardo knows. He rarely gets to know their guests and his own friends aren’t very aware of his lifestyle choice.
They climb into the shower together and Mark makes a point of shaving Eduardo from head to toe. With long, slow drags of the razor over his body that make Eduardo shiver even under the hot water. He even spreads Eduardo’s cheeks to shave his hole and crack and then scrubs him down until his skin is fresh and new. Eduardo has a hard-on the whole time.
“Open your mouth,” Mark orders, and when Eduardo does he squeezes a dollop of soap onto his tongue. Eduardo’s eyebrows knit together but he doesn’t make a sound as he drops to his knees to let Mark’s cock drop into his mouth.
This is how Mark washes his cock. He fucks Eduardo’s mouth, quick, rough, until bubbles foam and pour over his lips, until the taste of Mark’s come mixes with the soap but Mark lets him spit it out (not something Eduardo would usually want to do, but swallowing soap can’t be healthy).
Mark styles his hair and fixes the nipple shields onto him - his current selection is a new one, silver, shaped like a sun inside of a ring.
That’s the only thing Eduardo wears, along with the cock ring, although it’s on him so much that Eduardo doesn’t even think about it anymore. There’s the plug, too, another thing he constantly has in because stretching is just inconvenient.
He eats before the guests arrive so he’s not going hungry. “Make me proud, Wardo,” Mark whispers to him, giving him a kiss just before the doorbell rings for the first time.
Eduardo answers the door, allowing each guest into the house with a formal greeting and bow. The guests include a man and his wife, a pair of boyfriends and two of Mark’s single friends, a man and a woman. He only recognizes the husband and wife, but addresses the remainder respectfully as “Sir” and “Madame”. Mark’s trained him well. It’s always a little bit embarrassing to be completely naked in front of people he doesn’t know, especially when he sees them look him over, but he is going to make Mark proud. And just being naked isn’t much, compared to what else Mark’s made him do in front of a crowd. It still make him squirmy and uncomfortable, a way he never feels with Mark, but he’s finally grown able to make eye contact with the guests even as they stare down his naked body.
“Eduardo is serving us tonight,” say Mark affectionately as Eduardo begins to carry the dishes out. He sets the food on the table and fulfills all the drink requests, smile never faltering. It’s actually almost fun, serving Mark’s friends, twirling back and forth from the table to the kitchen with plates of food, and all of the dishes are thoroughly enjoyed.
When everyone’s settled with their food and drinks, Mark looks right at him and says “Eduardo, fetch your humbler.”
Eduardo stops for a moment - Mark never mentioned this. But he comes back with it and kneels beside Mark’s chair. Mark fixes the device onto him; the humbler secures around his balls, stretching them, and then rests behind his thighs. Eduardo feels even more open and exposed even though no one can get much of a view of him from here. He exhales softly, knowing the drill. He closes his eyes and leans forward on his knees, resting his forehead on the carpet and folding his arms behind his back. Mark reaches down and runs his hand through his hair once, and it’s all the encouragement Eduardo needs to know he’s doing a good job.
Eduardo doesn’t really listen to the conversation around the table but finds himself drifting off to that special, floaty place and the minutes pass by quickly, until Mark’s hand on his back awakens him from his trance.
“Kneel up,” comes the soft order from Mark. Eduardo winces a little as he does, joints and balls sore. He’s not sure how long it’s been.
“Turn,” Mark says and Eduardo turns so he’s facing the room instead of the underside of the table. Mark pulls a necktie from his pocket - another surprise - and ties it around Eduardo’s eyes.
“Can you see? Answer me.”
“No sir,” Eduardo says, and Mark is safe in the knowledge that Eduardo never lies to him. “We’re going to play a game,” he says, “You’re going to suck off all the men in this room. At least one of them will be me, and we’ll see if you can figure that out.”
This isn’t very hard. Eduardo has Mark’s cock down his throat often enough to know exactly how it tastes and feels. He isn’t too crazy about sucking off all of Mark’s friends, it makes him feel small and used but he wants to be good, so he doesn’t complain.
None of them touch him, and he can’t see or touch them, so taste and feel is all he’s relying on. It’s not an even number - there are five men in the room and he sucks six of them off, with breaks inbetween for his sore jaw. But something’s not right.
“I’m taking the blindfold off now, Wardo, be ready,” Mark gives Eduardo a few moments of warning before removing the tie. Eduardo blinks ad squints as light floods his eyes, and Mark says “I hope you were keeping count - which one was I?”
Eduardo licks his tongue over his bottom lip and creases his brow, “There must be something wrong.”
“Hmm, pet?”
Eduardo pauses, but no, he’s sure, “I didn’t suck you off.”
Mark stares at Eduardo for a long moment before he grins.
The night ends. The guests all say goodbye, thanking Eduardo and shaking his hand, saying it was lovely to meet him. Eduardo flushes, but he feels proud as he nods and wishes them all a safe night. His jaw still aches, probably will for days. He likes it.
“I’ll clean everything up,” Mark offers, “You’ve worked so hard and you’ve done so well tonight, Wardo, go have a bath and I’ll be up in a bit.”
A bath is another indulgence that Eduardo has to have permission for (as opposed to a simple shower). He submerges himself in the hot water (filled with bubbles, because he is a child) and closes his eyes. He’s tired and he aches, but it’s been a good night and he’s confident that he’s made Mark proud.
He’s not really asleep, but he’s not fully there again until Mark’s in the tub with him. Eduardo’s eyes flutter open and he nuzzles Marks neck, “How did I do?”
“You did perfect, Eduardo. I couldn’t be more proud.”
That is what Eduardo lives for - that’s what he does all of this for. Those word and the look in Mark’s eyes.
Mark pushes Eduardo down onto the bed with a kiss, murmuring in his ear about how proud of him he is. Eduardo smiles and drops his arms to his side, leaving himself open for Mark. After the evening, and the bath, he feels warm and tingly everywhere. Mark grabs the lube from the nightstand and eases the plug out of Eduardo’s arse, swiftly replacing it with his cock as deep as it can go. Eduardo sighs and hooks his leg around Mark’s hips, moaning softly as Mark rocks into him.
“Wardo, Wardo, my good boy,” Mark whispers against Eduardo’s lips and Wardo mumbles his name in response. His own cock comes to life right away, extremely sensitive from not having come in so long.
“I think you’ve surely deserved an orgasm,” Mark murmurs against his ear and Eduardo shudders, nodding and bucking his hips back against Mark’s thrusts. He’s so open for Mark, so plaint and willing, always, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“Oh, God, please,” Wardo mumbles. Mark doesn’t say anything. He pulls all the way out, flips Eduardo onto his stomach and pushes right back in. Eduardo throws his legs open, body all splayed out across the bed, tan and long and Mark licks a wet trail down his spine. Eduardo shudders.
“Mark.”
Mark bites at his shoulder, bruising him, marking his territory.
“Mark.”
Mark drags his fingernails in long, red, burning trails down Eduardo’s back. He’s conditioned Eduardo so that he needs the pain to get off and Mark fucking loves marking him. He look so beautiful covered in brown and purple bruises from Mark’s finger and teeth.
“Eduardo,” Mark growls back as he flips him over again.
“Eduardo,” he hisses with his teeth clamped around Eduardo’s nipple.
“Please, Mark. Please.”
Mark reaches between them, cupping Eduardo’s balls in his hand. Feeling how full they are, ready to burst. He runs his hand over Eduardo’s cock and gives the ring a gentle little turn. Eduardo bucks frantically into his hand, eyes rolling back.
“When I take the ring off,” Mark says, “you may come, Eduardo.”
It’s several more thrusts before he does and they come together, Mark, deep inside Eduardo and Wardo, all over his stomach, making a mess between them, right after they just bathed.
Mark sighs and pulls out, admiring Eduardo’s post-orgasm face; he looks completely blissful, exhausted, totally fucked out. He blinks open his shining eyes at Mark, those eyes that Mark fell in love with years ago and loves even stronger today.
“My Wardo,” he whispers, rolling onto his side, wrapping his arms around Eduardo and pulling the blanket across them.
And they sleep.