Controlled Love, Part 29: Second
Title: Second
Series: Controlled Love, Part 29. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17. Again!
Summary: Their second time. Control takes a bit more, well, control.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Second
Tony was disappointed to wake the next morning alone in bed. He'd been so sure that what had happened was real, but Control wasn't there. Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead; it had just been another painfully vivid dream.
Then he realised that he smelled coffee brewing and toast cooking. He also realised that he wasn't wearing pyjamas and that the other half of his bed was faintly warm. Tony dared to call out.
"Control?"
"Just a mo, Tony. Be right there." Control's reply was the sweetest sound Tony had ever heard in his life; he smiled happily. He needed the bathroom and a toothbrush; when he returned he snuggled back under the covers and waited contentedly.
Not long afterward, Control entered the bedroom. He was wearing Tony's robe and carrying a tray. Tony sat up, eager to feel Control beside him again.
"Good morning, my dear Tony. You look exceptionally wonderful today, if you don't mind my saying." Control thought Tony had never looked more delicious: naked under the bedclothes, hair tousled from sleep, his eyes bright, his lips lightly swollen and ruddier than usual. He was gorgeous.
Control smiled fondly as the familiar blush appeared. The rosiness that flooded Tony's face at the slightest hint of a compliment never failed to please and arouse Control, and he intended to make sure that it occurred frequently.
"Thank you, Control. I feel exceptionally wonderful today." Tony hugged his knees. "And you, Control. I would like to say that you look quite wonderful yourself. How do you feel?"
Control placed a soft kiss on Tony's forehead. "I'm feeling particularly well today, Tony. No doubt the result of the delicious meal we had last night, eh?" Control wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
"Perhaps, Control. I hope you don't mind my contradicting you, but I think it's more likely the reason we're both feeling so good today is due to the very good sex we had last night. Maybe," said Tony thoughtfully, "it is a combination of both things."
Control laughed. "Spot on, Tony. I have no doubt but that you're right." It didn't matter that Tony hadn't quite gotten his little joke.
Tony looked down at the tray Control had brought. It was filled with a wonderful assortment of foodorange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and jamand a small glass of water holding a few of the daisies from the vase in the lounge. "Control, this is lovely. Thank you so much!"
"It's nothing at all, Tony. I know you how much bother you went through for our dinner last night. Bringing you a little breakfast this morning is the least I can do."
Tony took the tray so Control could return to bed. As Control stripped off the robe, Tony's eyes slowly moved up and down his body, drinking in the sight of him and feeling himself start to become aroused. Control noticed Tony looking at him, and he kissed Tony on the mouth as he climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over his legs and lap.
As they sat together eating their breakfast, they made small talk. Control mentioned the weather report that he'd heard on the radio, and they talked about how they might spend their day. A walk in the park would be nice, followed by a meal of cheese-and-tomato toasties while watching Antiques Roadshow.
Then Tony had a thought. "Control, might I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Tony. You can me ask anything you like. I don't mind; you're only human."
"That's right, Control, I am. The thing I'm curious about is this. I just wonder why it is that you never told me how you felt before last night. I didn't think that I could tell you because of Mrs. Control and then your new love."
"Which turned out to be you, Tony, if you recall." He brushed his fingertips along Tony's jaw line.
Tony smiled. "Yes, Control, I certainly do recall!" He leaned over to kiss Control's cheek. "But after Mrs. Control left, if I was the person you loved, what kept you from telling me?"
"That is an excellent question, Tony, and I don't mind your asking it at all. You see, I felt that in my position as your boss, it would have been very difficult for me to tell you how I felt. If you didn't feel the same way, you might feel like you had to say you did just to save your job. I wouldn't want to be accused of sexual harassment. That could start unfortunate rumours flying around the canteen and give the Service a black eye. You know how rumours are."
"Indeed, Control, I certainly do. I remember quite well the rumours that flew about your morning habit of feeding the pigeons, just as one example. I understand now why you didn't tell me; it was very astute management thinking on your part. So as it turns out, my being fired was rather a good thing, wasn't it?"
"Well, Tony, I can't deny that I am extremely glad that there's now nothing to keep us from being together." Control traced an index finger up and down Tony's bicep. "However, I am sorry that you have been put in the awkward position of being out of work."
"Yes, Control, I'm quite happy, too, that now we can be together. And I must say I greatly enjoyed the position I was in last night." Tony smiled.
"Boh, get along with you!" Control smiled, responding to Tony's innuendo.
"Speaking of, er, positions, Control…" Tony blushed again.
Control put the breakfast tray on the floor beside the bed and then reached for Tony. "Excellent idea, Tony. Come here, please."
"Oh, yes, Control!" Tony allowed himself to be pulled into Control's strong arms.
Control's hands traced slow, circuitous routes over Tony's body. He hadn't been able to do this last night with his arms restricted as they'd been, and their shower, while quite lovely, really was more about getting clean than it was about a lot of touching because of how tired they both had been. But this was new; this was Control's turn to become intimately familiar with how Tony felt and moved under his hands. And he intended to take full advantage of the situation.
Their mouths met in a light gentle kiss that quickly became intense and passionate. Control parted his lips, pressing his tongue against Tony's mouth, insistently prodding to get inside. And Tony didn't make him wait long; he opened his mouth, eager to feel Control's tongue sliding over his own.
It seemed to Tony that Control's hands were everywhere at once. There was a feather-light trail of a fingertip tracing his spine, a light pinch of thumb and index finger rolling his nipple, the pressure of a palm on the back of his neck pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.
Then Tony felt himself being pushed down to the bed. He let himself be guided to the mattress, relishing the feel of relinquishing himself to whatever Control wanted.
When Tony was fully prostrate beside him, Control broke their kiss and looked at him hungrily. He shifted himself to kneeling. He laid sweet, delicate kisses over Tony's face and then moved to nip and lick along his jaw line. Tony tilted his head back, baring his throat; Control's cock twitched at the simple display of trust and submission. He began sucking and biting that tender flesh, certain that he was leaving marks. He loved the thought of Tony bearing signs of his love and found himself intensifying his efforts.
Tony moaned loudly as Control's sucking and biting got harder. He loved the feel of Control's hands and mouth, and he thought of what he'd see the next time he looked at his throat in the mirror. He could already picture the results of Control's attention, and he squirmed into the mattress at the pleasure he felt.
Then Control began licking and kissing down his chest. He paid loving careful attention to Tony's nipples, which seemed particularly sensitive. He loved watching Tony's reactions, and he repeated each tongue flick, each bite, and each pinch that made Tony moan most deeply or mewl most urgently.
He slowly moved down Tony's body. By the time he reached his stomach, Tony was thrusting his hips, desperate and panting. Control traced his tongue down the trail of fine little hairs; when his cheek brushed against Tony's erection, he heard Tony groan. He loved Tony's noises.
He saw moisture already glistening at the tip of Tony's cock. He blew a stream of air up and down the shaft, first on the top, then moving his head to reach the underside. He saw the shudder run through Tony's body. He grasped the base of Tony's length to hold it straight, then blew directly on the tip, then bent his head and dragged his tongue there.
The taste was tangy and salty and deliciously Tony. He loved it and took the tip just past his lips, swirling his tongue over the flesh in his mouth.
"Oh, Control, yes, that feels so good," panted Tony.
Control wanted to hear more. He pulled his mouth from Tony, looked at him, and said, "What feels good, Tony?"
"That, Control… what you were just doing!"
"Yes, Tony? And what was it I was doing?"
"You were… you were licking me… and… and," Tony could barely get the words out.
"Tell me exactly, Tony, what I was doing. Tell me what you want me to do," Control said huskily.
Tony knew how much he'd liked it when Control had used those words; he thought that Control must have liked it as well. He wouldn't deny him this.
"You were… you were sucking me, Control," Tony blurted out. "You were sucking and licking my… my…"
"Yes, Tony, say it."
"You were sucking and licking my cock!" Tony moaned. "You had my cock in your mouth, and I want you to do it again, Control. Please, please, suck my cock more!"
Control engulfed Tony's length in his mouth, sucking and licking. Between hearing Tony talk like that and feeling his reactions, he had become incredibly aroused without even any touching. He had a sudden thought. He released Tony from his mouth.
"Tony, I want you to do something. Would you like to do something for me?"
"Oh, Control, yes, whatever you want!"
"Good, Tony. What I want is for you to… to… suck and lick my… my cock at the same time I'm sucking and licking yours. Would you do that for me, I wonder, Tony?"
Tony moaned loudly. "Yes, yes, Control, please let me do it!"
Control smiled to himself. "Do what, Tony? What is it that you want to do?"
Tony gulped. "I want to do to you the same thing you're doing to me."
"I'm sorry, Tony, I'm not sure I understand exactly." Control reached up to pinch one of Tony's nipples. "I think you need to tell me more directly what it is you want."
Again, Tony moaned. He knew exactly what Control wanted; he wanted to hear him talk, well, like that. Staring Control directly in the eyes, he said slowly through his ragged breathing, "I want to suck you, Control. I want to have your cock in my mouth and suck it and lick it at the same time you're sucking and licking my cock."
Control shuddered at Tony's words. "Very good, Tony. That is just what I want, too. I very much like hearing you tell me in exact words what it is you like and want."
Control positioned himself so that Tony's head was between his knees. He loved this feeling of looming over Tony; he also loved the idea that some time soon they would do this again with positions reversed.
Tony's tongue darted out to lick the very tip of Control's cock, and Control shuddered. Tony pulled him down, and suddenly Control felt himself fully encased in Tony's mouth. The feeling was incredible, and he took Tony deeply into his own mouth.
They sucked and licked, finding a common rhythm and often mirroring each other's actions. A particular lick or amount of pressure that made one shudder particularly hard was repeated with the same result from the other.
They came within moments of each other. When they were done, Control couldn't wait to kiss Tony.
~~~~~~~
That night as they curled up in each other's arms, Control thought how perfectly everything had turned out. He was with the love of his life at last. There were no guarantees, of course, but he was confident that their love would deepen and they would grow old together. They had waited so long for each other and had been though so much.
Just as he drifted off to sleep, Control's mind flashed on to an image of Tony back to work at British Intelligence. He knew it wasn't possible due to the recent budget cuts, but it would be wonderful to work with Tony again; he was such a good agent and Control knew they were both professional enough to ensure that their relationship would not interfere with their work. That wasn't to say there couldn't be an occasional late-night "operation" with Tony on his knees under Control's desk or pressed against the window looking out on St. Giles Circus as Control took him roughly from behind.
Control smiled at his fantasies, then pulled Tony close and tenderly kissed his shoulder. He knew that whatever happened, his life would never be the same. They would need to determine where to live, find Tony a new job, and make a lot of other decisions about their futures. But they were here, they were in love, and they would figure it all out together.
Series: Controlled Love, Part 29. Start the series here.
Fandom: A Bit of Fry & Laurie
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17. Again!
Summary: Their second time. Control takes a bit more, well, control.
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, just oodles of love for these characters.
Second
Tony was disappointed to wake the next morning alone in bed. He'd been so sure that what had happened was real, but Control wasn't there. Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead; it had just been another painfully vivid dream.
Then he realised that he smelled coffee brewing and toast cooking. He also realised that he wasn't wearing pyjamas and that the other half of his bed was faintly warm. Tony dared to call out.
"Control?"
"Just a mo, Tony. Be right there." Control's reply was the sweetest sound Tony had ever heard in his life; he smiled happily. He needed the bathroom and a toothbrush; when he returned he snuggled back under the covers and waited contentedly.
Not long afterward, Control entered the bedroom. He was wearing Tony's robe and carrying a tray. Tony sat up, eager to feel Control beside him again.
"Good morning, my dear Tony. You look exceptionally wonderful today, if you don't mind my saying." Control thought Tony had never looked more delicious: naked under the bedclothes, hair tousled from sleep, his eyes bright, his lips lightly swollen and ruddier than usual. He was gorgeous.
Control smiled fondly as the familiar blush appeared. The rosiness that flooded Tony's face at the slightest hint of a compliment never failed to please and arouse Control, and he intended to make sure that it occurred frequently.
"Thank you, Control. I feel exceptionally wonderful today." Tony hugged his knees. "And you, Control. I would like to say that you look quite wonderful yourself. How do you feel?"
Control placed a soft kiss on Tony's forehead. "I'm feeling particularly well today, Tony. No doubt the result of the delicious meal we had last night, eh?" Control wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.
"Perhaps, Control. I hope you don't mind my contradicting you, but I think it's more likely the reason we're both feeling so good today is due to the very good sex we had last night. Maybe," said Tony thoughtfully, "it is a combination of both things."
Control laughed. "Spot on, Tony. I have no doubt but that you're right." It didn't matter that Tony hadn't quite gotten his little joke.
Tony looked down at the tray Control had brought. It was filled with a wonderful assortment of foodorange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and jamand a small glass of water holding a few of the daisies from the vase in the lounge. "Control, this is lovely. Thank you so much!"
"It's nothing at all, Tony. I know you how much bother you went through for our dinner last night. Bringing you a little breakfast this morning is the least I can do."
Tony took the tray so Control could return to bed. As Control stripped off the robe, Tony's eyes slowly moved up and down his body, drinking in the sight of him and feeling himself start to become aroused. Control noticed Tony looking at him, and he kissed Tony on the mouth as he climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over his legs and lap.
As they sat together eating their breakfast, they made small talk. Control mentioned the weather report that he'd heard on the radio, and they talked about how they might spend their day. A walk in the park would be nice, followed by a meal of cheese-and-tomato toasties while watching Antiques Roadshow.
Then Tony had a thought. "Control, might I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Tony. You can me ask anything you like. I don't mind; you're only human."
"That's right, Control, I am. The thing I'm curious about is this. I just wonder why it is that you never told me how you felt before last night. I didn't think that I could tell you because of Mrs. Control and then your new love."
"Which turned out to be you, Tony, if you recall." He brushed his fingertips along Tony's jaw line.
Tony smiled. "Yes, Control, I certainly do recall!" He leaned over to kiss Control's cheek. "But after Mrs. Control left, if I was the person you loved, what kept you from telling me?"
"That is an excellent question, Tony, and I don't mind your asking it at all. You see, I felt that in my position as your boss, it would have been very difficult for me to tell you how I felt. If you didn't feel the same way, you might feel like you had to say you did just to save your job. I wouldn't want to be accused of sexual harassment. That could start unfortunate rumours flying around the canteen and give the Service a black eye. You know how rumours are."
"Indeed, Control, I certainly do. I remember quite well the rumours that flew about your morning habit of feeding the pigeons, just as one example. I understand now why you didn't tell me; it was very astute management thinking on your part. So as it turns out, my being fired was rather a good thing, wasn't it?"
"Well, Tony, I can't deny that I am extremely glad that there's now nothing to keep us from being together." Control traced an index finger up and down Tony's bicep. "However, I am sorry that you have been put in the awkward position of being out of work."
"Yes, Control, I'm quite happy, too, that now we can be together. And I must say I greatly enjoyed the position I was in last night." Tony smiled.
"Boh, get along with you!" Control smiled, responding to Tony's innuendo.
"Speaking of, er, positions, Control…" Tony blushed again.
Control put the breakfast tray on the floor beside the bed and then reached for Tony. "Excellent idea, Tony. Come here, please."
"Oh, yes, Control!" Tony allowed himself to be pulled into Control's strong arms.
Control's hands traced slow, circuitous routes over Tony's body. He hadn't been able to do this last night with his arms restricted as they'd been, and their shower, while quite lovely, really was more about getting clean than it was about a lot of touching because of how tired they both had been. But this was new; this was Control's turn to become intimately familiar with how Tony felt and moved under his hands. And he intended to take full advantage of the situation.
Their mouths met in a light gentle kiss that quickly became intense and passionate. Control parted his lips, pressing his tongue against Tony's mouth, insistently prodding to get inside. And Tony didn't make him wait long; he opened his mouth, eager to feel Control's tongue sliding over his own.
It seemed to Tony that Control's hands were everywhere at once. There was a feather-light trail of a fingertip tracing his spine, a light pinch of thumb and index finger rolling his nipple, the pressure of a palm on the back of his neck pulling him closer to deepen their kiss.
Then Tony felt himself being pushed down to the bed. He let himself be guided to the mattress, relishing the feel of relinquishing himself to whatever Control wanted.
When Tony was fully prostrate beside him, Control broke their kiss and looked at him hungrily. He shifted himself to kneeling. He laid sweet, delicate kisses over Tony's face and then moved to nip and lick along his jaw line. Tony tilted his head back, baring his throat; Control's cock twitched at the simple display of trust and submission. He began sucking and biting that tender flesh, certain that he was leaving marks. He loved the thought of Tony bearing signs of his love and found himself intensifying his efforts.
Tony moaned loudly as Control's sucking and biting got harder. He loved the feel of Control's hands and mouth, and he thought of what he'd see the next time he looked at his throat in the mirror. He could already picture the results of Control's attention, and he squirmed into the mattress at the pleasure he felt.
Then Control began licking and kissing down his chest. He paid loving careful attention to Tony's nipples, which seemed particularly sensitive. He loved watching Tony's reactions, and he repeated each tongue flick, each bite, and each pinch that made Tony moan most deeply or mewl most urgently.
He slowly moved down Tony's body. By the time he reached his stomach, Tony was thrusting his hips, desperate and panting. Control traced his tongue down the trail of fine little hairs; when his cheek brushed against Tony's erection, he heard Tony groan. He loved Tony's noises.
He saw moisture already glistening at the tip of Tony's cock. He blew a stream of air up and down the shaft, first on the top, then moving his head to reach the underside. He saw the shudder run through Tony's body. He grasped the base of Tony's length to hold it straight, then blew directly on the tip, then bent his head and dragged his tongue there.
The taste was tangy and salty and deliciously Tony. He loved it and took the tip just past his lips, swirling his tongue over the flesh in his mouth.
"Oh, Control, yes, that feels so good," panted Tony.
Control wanted to hear more. He pulled his mouth from Tony, looked at him, and said, "What feels good, Tony?"
"That, Control… what you were just doing!"
"Yes, Tony? And what was it I was doing?"
"You were… you were licking me… and… and," Tony could barely get the words out.
"Tell me exactly, Tony, what I was doing. Tell me what you want me to do," Control said huskily.
Tony knew how much he'd liked it when Control had used those words; he thought that Control must have liked it as well. He wouldn't deny him this.
"You were… you were sucking me, Control," Tony blurted out. "You were sucking and licking my… my…"
"Yes, Tony, say it."
"You were sucking and licking my cock!" Tony moaned. "You had my cock in your mouth, and I want you to do it again, Control. Please, please, suck my cock more!"
Control engulfed Tony's length in his mouth, sucking and licking. Between hearing Tony talk like that and feeling his reactions, he had become incredibly aroused without even any touching. He had a sudden thought. He released Tony from his mouth.
"Tony, I want you to do something. Would you like to do something for me?"
"Oh, Control, yes, whatever you want!"
"Good, Tony. What I want is for you to… to… suck and lick my… my cock at the same time I'm sucking and licking yours. Would you do that for me, I wonder, Tony?"
Tony moaned loudly. "Yes, yes, Control, please let me do it!"
Control smiled to himself. "Do what, Tony? What is it that you want to do?"
Tony gulped. "I want to do to you the same thing you're doing to me."
"I'm sorry, Tony, I'm not sure I understand exactly." Control reached up to pinch one of Tony's nipples. "I think you need to tell me more directly what it is you want."
Again, Tony moaned. He knew exactly what Control wanted; he wanted to hear him talk, well, like that. Staring Control directly in the eyes, he said slowly through his ragged breathing, "I want to suck you, Control. I want to have your cock in my mouth and suck it and lick it at the same time you're sucking and licking my cock."
Control shuddered at Tony's words. "Very good, Tony. That is just what I want, too. I very much like hearing you tell me in exact words what it is you like and want."
Control positioned himself so that Tony's head was between his knees. He loved this feeling of looming over Tony; he also loved the idea that some time soon they would do this again with positions reversed.
Tony's tongue darted out to lick the very tip of Control's cock, and Control shuddered. Tony pulled him down, and suddenly Control felt himself fully encased in Tony's mouth. The feeling was incredible, and he took Tony deeply into his own mouth.
They sucked and licked, finding a common rhythm and often mirroring each other's actions. A particular lick or amount of pressure that made one shudder particularly hard was repeated with the same result from the other.
They came within moments of each other. When they were done, Control couldn't wait to kiss Tony.
~~~~~~~
That night as they curled up in each other's arms, Control thought how perfectly everything had turned out. He was with the love of his life at last. There were no guarantees, of course, but he was confident that their love would deepen and they would grow old together. They had waited so long for each other and had been though so much.
Just as he drifted off to sleep, Control's mind flashed on to an image of Tony back to work at British Intelligence. He knew it wasn't possible due to the recent budget cuts, but it would be wonderful to work with Tony again; he was such a good agent and Control knew they were both professional enough to ensure that their relationship would not interfere with their work. That wasn't to say there couldn't be an occasional late-night "operation" with Tony on his knees under Control's desk or pressed against the window looking out on St. Giles Circus as Control took him roughly from behind.
Control smiled at his fantasies, then pulled Tony close and tenderly kissed his shoulder. He knew that whatever happened, his life would never be the same. They would need to determine where to live, find Tony a new job, and make a lot of other decisions about their futures. But they were here, they were in love, and they would figure it all out together.