Yes, Sir (DC)
Title: Yes, Sir
Pairing or Characters: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Rating: Teen
Contains: Non-explicit sexual content, D/s
Summary: It’s something at first sight. (Also known as the story where Tim is a pro Dom and Jason is a good boy)
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“Lick my boots,” Tim says to the broad-shouldered man kneeling on the floor with his hands clasped in his lap. “If you really want me to give you what you want, you're going to need to show that you really want it.” He reaches for the riding crop tucked between the cushions of his loveseat and then taps the side of his boot with the tip. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
The submissive flinches for the sound of the crop hitting leather, but then shifts until he's on position to crawl on all fours on the floor. The man is big, solidly built with scarred skin stretched over muscles that move underneath his skin with every inch of floor that he crosses.
The sight of all that bare skin is an impressive one and Tim shifts a bit in his chair, spreading his legs in an arguably futile attempt to lessen the pressure of the front of his pants on his groin. Tim covers his arousal with disdain, sitting up and leaning froward with his elbows braced on his thighs so that his client won't have any trouble hearing him.
“Crawl faster,” Tim says as a sneer twists at his mouth. “I don't have all day and neither do you. Stop wasting my time and crawl like you mean it.” There's a part of Tim that enjoys being cruel, a part of him that enjoys the control that comes from having a submissive drop to their knees for him. Even though this is his first time with this particular submissive, there's something about the way that the (obviously) older man reacts to his commands and his derision that makes Tim want more.
The submissive picks up the pace, crawling faster across the floor even though it can't be easy on his knees. When he finally makes it to Tim, he drops down to the floor and presses his mouth to the top of one of Tim's knee high leather boots. It's a chaste kiss, as far away from “lick my boots,” as one can get, but still--
Tim feels his dick twitch against the front of his pants and it takes all of his self control in order to keep from squirming and giving away his arousal.
“Is that all you can do,” Tim snarls at the kneeling submissive, keeping his tone rough and cruel, “I told you to lick my boots. Are you incapable of following a simple order?” Tim reaches out and snags the man's curly black hair, winding the strands around his fingers and pulling the other man's head in against his boot. “If you can't be obedient, you're going to have to leave.”
The submissive shudders once and then flushes all the way up his broad back. “Yes, Sir,” he says, speaking from the first time in their session. He presses his open mouth in a sloppy kiss against the shiny leather of Tim's boot and lets his tongue slide over the surface, leaving a faint sheen of saliva on it. He takes his time with it, licking at the boot and lavishing its surface until it glistens in the light coming from overhead.
Tim watches in silence, waiting until the submissive is panting and his hips thrust forward in little aborted thrusts, and then reaches for the man's head again. He holds him by the hair and urges the man to look at him. “What's your name?” Tim asks. He has to repeat himself twice before the man's wide eyes seem able to focus on him.
“Jason,” the submissive says in response, chest heaving as he looks up at Tim with far more boldness than he's used to seeing in his clients. “My name. It's Jason.”
Allowing himself the chance to show something other than cool disdain, Tim gentles the presence of his hand in Jason's hair. He pets Jason the way one would pet a beloved animal and then smiles sharply. “I expect to see you again, Jason,” Tim says, “You will return to the club and you will come see me. Understand?”
Jason nods his head and then ducks his head, pressing his forehead against Tim's knee just above the leather of his boots. “Yes, Sir,” Jason says again. “I will.”
Tim smirks and then scratches at the nape of Jason's neck. “Now get up, I think you deserve a little reward for following orders.” Tim watches as Jason scrambles to get to his feet and holds off on speaking until his submissive stands before him, bowing his head with the proper subservience. “I do hope you enjoy a good paddling.”
Jason's shudder as his dick gives a noticeable twitch as the tip glistens with wetness is all the answer Tim could ask for.
Pairing or Characters: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Rating: Teen
Contains: Non-explicit sexual content, D/s
Summary: It’s something at first sight. (Also known as the story where Tim is a pro Dom and Jason is a good boy)
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“Lick my boots,” Tim says to the broad-shouldered man kneeling on the floor with his hands clasped in his lap. “If you really want me to give you what you want, you're going to need to show that you really want it.” He reaches for the riding crop tucked between the cushions of his loveseat and then taps the side of his boot with the tip. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
The submissive flinches for the sound of the crop hitting leather, but then shifts until he's on position to crawl on all fours on the floor. The man is big, solidly built with scarred skin stretched over muscles that move underneath his skin with every inch of floor that he crosses.
The sight of all that bare skin is an impressive one and Tim shifts a bit in his chair, spreading his legs in an arguably futile attempt to lessen the pressure of the front of his pants on his groin. Tim covers his arousal with disdain, sitting up and leaning froward with his elbows braced on his thighs so that his client won't have any trouble hearing him.
“Crawl faster,” Tim says as a sneer twists at his mouth. “I don't have all day and neither do you. Stop wasting my time and crawl like you mean it.” There's a part of Tim that enjoys being cruel, a part of him that enjoys the control that comes from having a submissive drop to their knees for him. Even though this is his first time with this particular submissive, there's something about the way that the (obviously) older man reacts to his commands and his derision that makes Tim want more.
The submissive picks up the pace, crawling faster across the floor even though it can't be easy on his knees. When he finally makes it to Tim, he drops down to the floor and presses his mouth to the top of one of Tim's knee high leather boots. It's a chaste kiss, as far away from “lick my boots,” as one can get, but still--
Tim feels his dick twitch against the front of his pants and it takes all of his self control in order to keep from squirming and giving away his arousal.
“Is that all you can do,” Tim snarls at the kneeling submissive, keeping his tone rough and cruel, “I told you to lick my boots. Are you incapable of following a simple order?” Tim reaches out and snags the man's curly black hair, winding the strands around his fingers and pulling the other man's head in against his boot. “If you can't be obedient, you're going to have to leave.”
The submissive shudders once and then flushes all the way up his broad back. “Yes, Sir,” he says, speaking from the first time in their session. He presses his open mouth in a sloppy kiss against the shiny leather of Tim's boot and lets his tongue slide over the surface, leaving a faint sheen of saliva on it. He takes his time with it, licking at the boot and lavishing its surface until it glistens in the light coming from overhead.
Tim watches in silence, waiting until the submissive is panting and his hips thrust forward in little aborted thrusts, and then reaches for the man's head again. He holds him by the hair and urges the man to look at him. “What's your name?” Tim asks. He has to repeat himself twice before the man's wide eyes seem able to focus on him.
“Jason,” the submissive says in response, chest heaving as he looks up at Tim with far more boldness than he's used to seeing in his clients. “My name. It's Jason.”
Allowing himself the chance to show something other than cool disdain, Tim gentles the presence of his hand in Jason's hair. He pets Jason the way one would pet a beloved animal and then smiles sharply. “I expect to see you again, Jason,” Tim says, “You will return to the club and you will come see me. Understand?”
Jason nods his head and then ducks his head, pressing his forehead against Tim's knee just above the leather of his boots. “Yes, Sir,” Jason says again. “I will.”
Tim smirks and then scratches at the nape of Jason's neck. “Now get up, I think you deserve a little reward for following orders.” Tim watches as Jason scrambles to get to his feet and holds off on speaking until his submissive stands before him, bowing his head with the proper subservience. “I do hope you enjoy a good paddling.”
Jason's shudder as his dick gives a noticeable twitch as the tip glistens with wetness is all the answer Tim could ask for.