Fic: So Professional. (Used, Jepha/Dan, NC-17)
So Professional
Used, Jepha/Dan, NC-17, 3600 words
Jepha wants to play secretary.
Warning: BDSM content, cross-dressing. You shouldn't be learning how to practice safe kink from fanfiction; however, if you see something that bothers you, feel free to let me know, since I don't know everything (but would like to try).
This is commentfic for neery from a long-long-ago request on that commentfic post I did. [Edit because I got the requester wrong. I rule!]
EDIT: keraha drew fanart for this story, which is intense and awesome. Check it out here.
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Dan wasn't expecting much, even though Jepha had brought it up a couple of times. The kinky shit they do is usually kind of half-assed. They've talked it over, sure, and Jepha made him go to that lecture once, but usually Dan just slaps Jepha around a little before they get down to fucking.
Dan had said something when they were watching a movie -- he can't even remember what, probably something about how hot that Gyllenhaal chick looked in a skirt -- and Jepha's eyes had lit up. He'd said later they ought to do a whole secretary thing, and then he'd kept coming back and reminding Dan about it.
Still, Dan wasn't expecting this much.
Jepha wobbles a little when he shifts his weight. He's chewing on his bottom lip, and his hands are fisted at his sides.
"You went all out," Dan observes, kind of stupidly.
"Yes sir," Jepha says. It comes off casual, which is pretty impressive.
Dan leans back on one elbow. He slides his palm down over the front of his jeans and palms his cock through the fabric. He wasn't expecting this, but that doesn't mean he's not getting hard, just from looking. Jepha's eyes follow Dan's hand. He lets his lower lip slide free from between his teeth and runs his tongue over it.
"Show me your outfit, then," Dan says. Jepha's eyes jerk up to his face, and he breathes out a laugh, like he thinks Dan's kidding. Dan isn't, though.
After a beat, Jepha turns himself in a slightly unsteady circle. His high heels aren't all that tall, just enough to make the muscles in his calves stand out under his black stockings. There's a dark line on the backs of the stockings, running up his calves and disappearing under the hem of his pencil skirt. Jepha's tucked his white shirt into the high waistband of the skirt; it should look stupid, but it just looks old-fashioned. He looks like a demented version of a secretary in a 50s movie, with his tattoos and his raggedy ponytail throwing off the prim outfit.
Dan undoes his belt buckle and pops the top three buttons of his fly. The buckle jangles, and Jepha looks back over his shoulder. Dan slides his hand into his jeans and over his underwear, pressing his dick against his stomach. It's damp and too hot, but the fabric feels good against his skin, and Jepha is staring at the open fly of Dan's jeans. Dan spreads the sides of his fly open a little further, slipping open the fourth button accidentally. Jepha licks his lips.
They talked it out beforehand, but Dan says, "So what were you thinking?" anyway, just to get Jepha talking. He rubs the outline of his cock through his underwear, casually, watching Jepha sway in place.
Jepha lowers his eyes; his eyelashes are dark and heavy with mascara. He murmurs something. "What's that?" Dan asks.
Jepha repeats, "I wanted you to spank me and fuck me," louder this time. He turns one of his heels out, unconscious, steadying himself.
"Huh," Dan says. He runs his thumb down over the head of his cock. The fabric is getting damp, but Dan keeps his voice steady. "Spank you?"
"With your belt," Jepha says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Jepha says. "Yes sir."
Dan almost grins at that, Jepha calling him "sir" again, but he manages to hold it in. He says, "You'd better ask more politely, don't you think?"
"Please," Jepha says. He takes a deep breath, the fabric of his shirt shifting, and says, "Please do it. You could fuck my ass, or my mouth, I don't care, just--"
"Okay," Dan says agreeably. Jepha bites his lip again. Dan grins, and Jepha smiles back. "You should probably pull up your skirt if I'm going to do this," Dan says, and the smile drops off of Jepha's face.
"Yeah," Jepha says, unnecessarily. He has to bend over a little to put his hands on the hem of his skirt. It's not like he has tits to look at, but Dan looks down his shirt anyway.
Dan pushes himself up when Jepha starts pulling up the hem of his skirt. He doesn't stand up, though; he stays seated, bracing himself on his hands. Jepha has to wiggle to get the skirt up over the slight curve of his ass, over his narrow hips. He's wearing a garter belt, and the straps are stark against the pale skin of his thighs. His cock is pushing at the fabric of his underwear. When Jepha has the skirt bunched up around the tops of his thighs, Dan says, "Turn around."
Jepha breathes out, shakily, and turns. "Bend over and put your arms on the table," Dan says. He does up the buttons of his jeans, all but the top one, and stands up. He goes and gets the lube and condoms, and when he turns around Jepha's folded over the desk, his head resting on his folded arms. Dan makes a show of taking off his belt one-handed, where Jepha can see him pulling it slowly out of his belt loops. Jepha's eyes are unblinking, and his mouth is open.
Dan folds the belt up and puts it down on the table, next to Jepha's head. The buckle clinks loudly against the wood. Dan puts the lube and condoms next to it. He watches Jepha's eyelashes sweep closed, and then open again.
Dan moves so he's behind Jepha, and leans over him, bracing himself on the table, his jeans rubbing against Jepha's skin. "Are you sure?" he asks. He can't help himself; it's just too much fun to wind Jepha up.
"Please," Jepha says, almost snappish, his brow furrowing a little. "C'mon, don't be an asshole."
Dan laughs. He pushes himself back enough that he can get a hand between them, that he can swipe his thumb over the fabric of Jepha's underwear, down the crack of Jepha's ass, pressing in just enough. When Jepha pushes back, Dan takes his hand away, and Jepha grunts. Dan takes a step back, and Jepha's grunt turns into a whine.
"Shut up," Dan says.
He grins when Jepha cranes his neck around to glare at him. Dan reaches over and picks the belt back up. "You'll get what's coming to you," Dan promises, murmuring into Jepha's upturned ear. Jepha presses his cheek down on his folded arms again. He wets his lips.
Dan straightens up and backs away, just far enough that he can appreciate the view. Dan doubles the belt and folds the buckle and the tongue in his fist. "Pull down your panties," he says, smirking a little on the word panties.
Jepha doesn't comment, if he hears any of Dan's amusement; he just unfolds his arms, reaches back and awkwardly works at the garter belt. He gets the straps unclipped from the stockings and shoves the belt and his underwear down, letting them drop to his feet and then kicking them away. The stockings stay up. Dan slips his finger into the top of one, pulling at the elastic. "Why have a garter belt if they stay up on their own?" he asks.
"It looks good," Jepha says. He folds his arms on the desk again, rests his cheek against them.
"True," Dan says. He taps the doubled belt against the inside of one of Jepha's thighs, drags the leather up to brush against his balls. "Ten strokes," he says, the number they agreed on, "Count them off." Dan lets the loop of the belt rest briefly against Jepha's ass. "You get an extra for every sound you make," Dan adds, and watches a tremor shake its way down Jepha's spine.
He doesn't ask if Jepha is ready. He waits until Jepha's breathing is steady, until he's still and waiting, and then he swings his arm back and brings it down, snapping the loop of leather against Jepha's skin. It's louder like this than if he hadn't doubled the belt up. The sound is deafening in the still quiet of the room. Jepha breathes out, ragged and sharp, but he doesn't make a real noise. "One," he says.
A thick red stripe is slowly filling in across his ass. Dan runs his thumb over it, feeling the way the skin is swelling, and Jepha shifts slightly. "No noise," Dan reminds him, and he hears Jepha catch himself. "Someone might hear you," Dan says, and grins when Jepha's hips hitch back. He pulls his arm back and hits Jepha again, and then again.
"Two, three," Jepha says, the words coming out a little strangled.
"If the people next door hear you moaning, they'll know exactly what I'm doing to you," Dan says, and Jepha chokes on a noise, barely holding it back. He shifts restlessly.
Dan spaces out the blows pretty well -- he's getting better at this, every time they do it -- but after the sixth time he hits Jepha, he's run out of unmarked skin, and he has to start hitting places that are already red and welted. Jepha's turned his face down, pressing his forehead against his forearms, but he's been counting steadily, holding back the noises Dan knows he wants to make.
"You okay?" Dan asks, just in case. He puts the hand not holding the belt on Jepha's ass, just resting his hand on the skin. It's unbelievably hot against his palm, and he can feel the ridges of swollen skin from the edges of the belt.
Jepha drags in an audible breath and turns his face again. His cheeks are wet with tears, and his lips are bitten red. "I'm good," he says. "Please."
When the belt cracks on his ass a seventh time, though, right on the curve of his ass, Jepha jerks and moans, loud and obvious. "That's another," Dan says. He presses the heel of his hand against the base of his dick, over his jeans, trying to calm down. It fucks up his concentration when Jepha moans.
"Seven," Jepha says, "sorry."
"Don't do it again," Dan says. He sounds a little desperate, even to his own ears.
Jepha holds it together for the eighth and ninth, but on the tenth he moans again, the noise spiking up to a whine at the end. "Another one," Dan says, through clenched teeth.
"It hurts," Jepha says. He's shifting around, like he can get away from his own skin. His ass is bright red, striped with welts. "Fuck, Dan, it hurts."
"I know," Dan says. He rests his hands on the desk, on either side of Jepha's hips, and ducks his head to blow a cool breath over Jepha's skin. Jepha shudders under him; his head tips back, but he doesn't make a noise. "You can do it, though," Dan says, more confidently that he feels.
"I can," Jepha says, after a long pause. He breathes out, long and hard. "I can, yeah, I want it."
He takes the extra two hits beautifully, his back arched, his head back, counting around his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. Dan takes a deep breath when he's done. He wants to fuck Jepha now, wants to shove in, wants to come. Dan exhales slowly and forces himself to wrap the belt up. The leather is hot under his hands. He sets it on the table, the buckle clinking against the wood again, and says, "Stand up."
Jepha straightens up, and turns around automatically. Dan takes his hips and walks him, slowly and carefully, over to the full length mirror that's on the wall by his bed. Dan turns Jepha until his ass is facing the mirror. Jepha tries to put his arms around Dan's neck, but he drops them when Dan says "No," though he frowns about it.
Dan sits down on the edge of the bed. "Bend at the waist," he says. Jepha bends slowly, and over his shoulder Dan can see his reflection, his bare legs, his crumpled skirt, his bruised ass, his cock hanging heavy and hard between his trembling thighs. Jepha leans his forearms on the bed, on either side of Dan's lap, his hair brushing over the fly of Dan's jeans. "Look through your legs," Dan says, "look at yourself."
Jepha drops his head. Dan watches Jepha looking at himself, the way Jepha's eyes go glassy at the sight. "You look good," Dan says, and Jepha averts his eyes again, presses his cheek against Dan's thigh and groans softly.
"Please," he says again.
"What did you want after this? I forget," Dan says, leaning back on his elbows.
Jepha looks up. His mascara has run a little; he looks debauched, hair falling into his eyes and gray tracks down his cheeks, lips swollen. "Fuck you, I said it already," he says, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"I really don't remember," Dan says. "I could leave you like this."
Jepha presses his lips together, his snakebites shifting with the movement. "Fuck me," he says. "I want it."
"It'll hurt more," Dan says, like that isn't what Jepha planned, what he asked for before this. Jepha nods, and Dan says, "Okay, let me up."
He slides off the bed and goes back to the desk, to get the lube. "Stay bent over," he says casually, tucking the condoms in one of his pockets and flipping open the cap on the lube. When he turns around, Jepha's still perfectly in place, wobbling a little on his high heels, bracing himself on the edge of the bed. "Look at yourself again," Dan says, and drips a line of lube down his middle finger. Jepha drops his head immediately, looking through his legs again.
Dan moves to stand beside him, hip to hip, looking at Jepha's reflection in the mirror. "God, you look amazing," he says, without thinking. He slides the heel of his hand over the small of Jepha's back and presses his lube-slick finger against Jepha's asshole, the other fingers spreading him open. Jepha makes a choked noise. Dan says, "The neighbors already know what a slut you are, you can make all the noise you want."
Jepha's cock twitches. He bites his lip. Dan presses in, and watches in the mirror as Jepha takes it. He rocks his finger back and forth, slowly. Jepha's thighs tremble, and he makes thin, wanting noises whenever Dan gets close to his prostate. Dan can't get as deep as he wants like this, but he's not willing to move. If he moves, he won't be able to see Jepha's reflection, the way Jepha is looking at what Dan did to him.
Dan takes his hand away and slicks his fingers again. Jepha is relaxing, slowly, rocking more with Dan's hand, his eyes slipping half-closed in the mirror, less strung-tight and needy. Dan keeps going until he's managed to calm himself down a little, too, until he feels like he might be able to go more than a minute without coming. He pulls his hand out and says, "Get up on the bed."
Jepha slides forward, gets his knees up on the bed slowly. Dan strips off his clothes, leaving them crumpled on the floor. He gets on the bed behind Jepha, digging his thumbs into the backs of Jepha's calves first, brushing the backs of his hands over the still-red skin of his ass. Jepha hisses and winces away, and Dan squeezes one cheek just to see Jepha arch and curse.
Dan gets a condom on, slicks it up, and presses the head of his cock up against Jepha's asshole. "No touching yourself until I tell you," he says.
"Okay," Jepha whispers. His fingers dig uselessly into the covers as Dan pushes forward, into him.
Jepha makes the best noises. The people Dan had been with before Jepha had all been relatively quiet in bed, but when Jepha gets going, he seems to be intent on letting everyone in a ten mile radius know that he's having a good time. He starts out with breathy whimpers, but after a good couple of thrusts he's bucking and groaning on the push in, begging on the pull back.
Their skin slaps together when Dan gets a rhythm going. It has to hurt, it has to hurt like hell, but Jepha doesn't complain; he gets louder, begs harder. They're going to get the condo staff called on them if he keeps this up, corner room or no. Dan slows down, working his hips in circles, pressed up against the hot skin of Jepha's ass, and leans forward. Jepha whines and presses back, like he can fuck himself on Dan's cock. "You're asking to get choked, aren't you," Dan murmurs.
"Please," Jepha says, "yes, yes, please."
Dan laughs, but he puts his cleaner hand on Jepha's neck, uses it as leverage as he starts thrusting again, snapping his hips forward. Jepha goes up on his fingertips, leaning his weight into Dan's hand until he's barely touching the bed at all, until his noises are just choked-off whimpers. He's squeezing tight around Dan's cock, and Dan can barely hold himself together; he's strung tight trying to manage it. "Touch yourself," he grits out.
Jepha picks one hand up off of the bed-- Dan is holding him up entirely now, his arm trembling, feeling the ache all the way up into his shoulder-- and gets his hand on his cock. He's wheezing, Dan can hear him; Dan leans forward and plants his hand on the bed, giving himself some leeway in case he needs to let go. He can't thrust like this, but it's better that way, keeps him off the edge. What he can see of Jepha's face is flushed dark, his mouth hanging open, his eyes closed. His hand is jerking over his cock, already stuttering over the head. Right before Dan's going to let go, Jepha finally comes, spilling over his fingers and onto the covers.
Dan lets go of Jepha's neck slowly, listening to him breathe, watching the outlines of his fingers on Jepha's neck slowly fade to dull pink from mottled red. "Okay?" he asks. His hips are hitching forward, restless, but he doesn't move until Jepha opens his eyes, says, "Yeah, c'mon."
Jepha's practically already sprawling, and Dan has to hold him up by his hips. If he weren't so close to the edge, it might be a problem; as it is, the first time Jepha gives a satisfied moan, Dan comes, hunched over Jepha's back and shuddering.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dan says, when his brain has finally come back online. He pulls out slowly, holding the bottom of the condom, and pushes himself up off of the bed to get rid of it. When he comes back, Jepha's flat on his face, limbs splayed out, clothes still on. "Don't fall asleep yet," Dan says.
"Nnh," Jepha mutters, but he slits open one eye. Dan takes off his shoes and rolls down his stockings, and Jepha stirs enough to work at the buttons of his shirt. His skirt is a production; Dan has to haul him to his feet and listen to him whining as Dan works the cloth over his ass. "Ow, ow, motherfucker, ow," Jepha says, like Dan's the one who suggested the skirt. Dan's feeling kind of good about the skirt, though, so he doesn't bring it up.
"Lie down, fucking whiner," he says. Jepha grumbles and sprawls out again, and Dan goes out into the kitchen, nudging the dogs out of the way when they try to get into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He gets a washcloth and gets it wet, and fishes a couple of ice cubes out of the bin in the freezer.
Jepha's pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed. "Ice time," Dan says, and drops the washcloth on his ass. Jepha jerks and curses, kicking at Dan, but Dan ignores him. He drops onto the bed next to Jepha and picks up the washcloth again. Jepha mutters more curses when Dan first puts the ice cube on his skin, but he settles down quickly, shifting and sighing happily when Dan gets a particularly angry-looking spot numb.
Dan keeps going until the ice cube is melted; the water runs off of Jepha's skin and onto the bedspread, making a wet spot that Dan knows he's going to have to sleep in. "The bed's wet," he says.
"You're sleeping on this side," Jepha says, right on cue, and smiles when Dan snorts.
Dan gets his PSP out, and puts on a pair of pajama pants. He opens the door a little bit so the dogs can come in and sniff around. "Don't let the dogs run on your ass," he says.
"Thanks," Jepha says, "Will do."
Dan stacks the pillows at the head of the bed and leans back against them. The wet covers are kind of annoying, but Dan ignores it. The dogs get up, one at a time, and Jepha grumbles when they try to walk on his butt. Dan grins and settles back against the pillows, starting up his game.
He's halfway through the third level when Jepha speaks up. "Thanks," he says, and turns his head over, facing away from Dan. Dan pauses the game. He rests his hand on Jepha's hair, briefly.
"I liked it," Dan says. "I always like it with you."
"Yeah, yeah," Jepha says. "You too."
Dan shrugs and starts his game back up. "I'm going to kill this octopus thing tonight," he tells Jepha.
"Sure you are," Jepha says. "Wake me when you do."
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END
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Used, Jepha/Dan, NC-17, 3600 words
Jepha wants to play secretary.
Warning: BDSM content, cross-dressing. You shouldn't be learning how to practice safe kink from fanfiction; however, if you see something that bothers you, feel free to let me know, since I don't know everything (but would like to try).
This is commentfic for neery from a long-long-ago request on that commentfic post I did. [Edit because I got the requester wrong. I rule!]
EDIT: keraha drew fanart for this story, which is intense and awesome. Check it out here.
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Dan wasn't expecting much, even though Jepha had brought it up a couple of times. The kinky shit they do is usually kind of half-assed. They've talked it over, sure, and Jepha made him go to that lecture once, but usually Dan just slaps Jepha around a little before they get down to fucking.
Dan had said something when they were watching a movie -- he can't even remember what, probably something about how hot that Gyllenhaal chick looked in a skirt -- and Jepha's eyes had lit up. He'd said later they ought to do a whole secretary thing, and then he'd kept coming back and reminding Dan about it.
Still, Dan wasn't expecting this much.
Jepha wobbles a little when he shifts his weight. He's chewing on his bottom lip, and his hands are fisted at his sides.
"You went all out," Dan observes, kind of stupidly.
"Yes sir," Jepha says. It comes off casual, which is pretty impressive.
Dan leans back on one elbow. He slides his palm down over the front of his jeans and palms his cock through the fabric. He wasn't expecting this, but that doesn't mean he's not getting hard, just from looking. Jepha's eyes follow Dan's hand. He lets his lower lip slide free from between his teeth and runs his tongue over it.
"Show me your outfit, then," Dan says. Jepha's eyes jerk up to his face, and he breathes out a laugh, like he thinks Dan's kidding. Dan isn't, though.
After a beat, Jepha turns himself in a slightly unsteady circle. His high heels aren't all that tall, just enough to make the muscles in his calves stand out under his black stockings. There's a dark line on the backs of the stockings, running up his calves and disappearing under the hem of his pencil skirt. Jepha's tucked his white shirt into the high waistband of the skirt; it should look stupid, but it just looks old-fashioned. He looks like a demented version of a secretary in a 50s movie, with his tattoos and his raggedy ponytail throwing off the prim outfit.
Dan undoes his belt buckle and pops the top three buttons of his fly. The buckle jangles, and Jepha looks back over his shoulder. Dan slides his hand into his jeans and over his underwear, pressing his dick against his stomach. It's damp and too hot, but the fabric feels good against his skin, and Jepha is staring at the open fly of Dan's jeans. Dan spreads the sides of his fly open a little further, slipping open the fourth button accidentally. Jepha licks his lips.
They talked it out beforehand, but Dan says, "So what were you thinking?" anyway, just to get Jepha talking. He rubs the outline of his cock through his underwear, casually, watching Jepha sway in place.
Jepha lowers his eyes; his eyelashes are dark and heavy with mascara. He murmurs something. "What's that?" Dan asks.
Jepha repeats, "I wanted you to spank me and fuck me," louder this time. He turns one of his heels out, unconscious, steadying himself.
"Huh," Dan says. He runs his thumb down over the head of his cock. The fabric is getting damp, but Dan keeps his voice steady. "Spank you?"
"With your belt," Jepha says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Jepha says. "Yes sir."
Dan almost grins at that, Jepha calling him "sir" again, but he manages to hold it in. He says, "You'd better ask more politely, don't you think?"
"Please," Jepha says. He takes a deep breath, the fabric of his shirt shifting, and says, "Please do it. You could fuck my ass, or my mouth, I don't care, just--"
"Okay," Dan says agreeably. Jepha bites his lip again. Dan grins, and Jepha smiles back. "You should probably pull up your skirt if I'm going to do this," Dan says, and the smile drops off of Jepha's face.
"Yeah," Jepha says, unnecessarily. He has to bend over a little to put his hands on the hem of his skirt. It's not like he has tits to look at, but Dan looks down his shirt anyway.
Dan pushes himself up when Jepha starts pulling up the hem of his skirt. He doesn't stand up, though; he stays seated, bracing himself on his hands. Jepha has to wiggle to get the skirt up over the slight curve of his ass, over his narrow hips. He's wearing a garter belt, and the straps are stark against the pale skin of his thighs. His cock is pushing at the fabric of his underwear. When Jepha has the skirt bunched up around the tops of his thighs, Dan says, "Turn around."
Jepha breathes out, shakily, and turns. "Bend over and put your arms on the table," Dan says. He does up the buttons of his jeans, all but the top one, and stands up. He goes and gets the lube and condoms, and when he turns around Jepha's folded over the desk, his head resting on his folded arms. Dan makes a show of taking off his belt one-handed, where Jepha can see him pulling it slowly out of his belt loops. Jepha's eyes are unblinking, and his mouth is open.
Dan folds the belt up and puts it down on the table, next to Jepha's head. The buckle clinks loudly against the wood. Dan puts the lube and condoms next to it. He watches Jepha's eyelashes sweep closed, and then open again.
Dan moves so he's behind Jepha, and leans over him, bracing himself on the table, his jeans rubbing against Jepha's skin. "Are you sure?" he asks. He can't help himself; it's just too much fun to wind Jepha up.
"Please," Jepha says, almost snappish, his brow furrowing a little. "C'mon, don't be an asshole."
Dan laughs. He pushes himself back enough that he can get a hand between them, that he can swipe his thumb over the fabric of Jepha's underwear, down the crack of Jepha's ass, pressing in just enough. When Jepha pushes back, Dan takes his hand away, and Jepha grunts. Dan takes a step back, and Jepha's grunt turns into a whine.
"Shut up," Dan says.
He grins when Jepha cranes his neck around to glare at him. Dan reaches over and picks the belt back up. "You'll get what's coming to you," Dan promises, murmuring into Jepha's upturned ear. Jepha presses his cheek down on his folded arms again. He wets his lips.
Dan straightens up and backs away, just far enough that he can appreciate the view. Dan doubles the belt and folds the buckle and the tongue in his fist. "Pull down your panties," he says, smirking a little on the word panties.
Jepha doesn't comment, if he hears any of Dan's amusement; he just unfolds his arms, reaches back and awkwardly works at the garter belt. He gets the straps unclipped from the stockings and shoves the belt and his underwear down, letting them drop to his feet and then kicking them away. The stockings stay up. Dan slips his finger into the top of one, pulling at the elastic. "Why have a garter belt if they stay up on their own?" he asks.
"It looks good," Jepha says. He folds his arms on the desk again, rests his cheek against them.
"True," Dan says. He taps the doubled belt against the inside of one of Jepha's thighs, drags the leather up to brush against his balls. "Ten strokes," he says, the number they agreed on, "Count them off." Dan lets the loop of the belt rest briefly against Jepha's ass. "You get an extra for every sound you make," Dan adds, and watches a tremor shake its way down Jepha's spine.
He doesn't ask if Jepha is ready. He waits until Jepha's breathing is steady, until he's still and waiting, and then he swings his arm back and brings it down, snapping the loop of leather against Jepha's skin. It's louder like this than if he hadn't doubled the belt up. The sound is deafening in the still quiet of the room. Jepha breathes out, ragged and sharp, but he doesn't make a real noise. "One," he says.
A thick red stripe is slowly filling in across his ass. Dan runs his thumb over it, feeling the way the skin is swelling, and Jepha shifts slightly. "No noise," Dan reminds him, and he hears Jepha catch himself. "Someone might hear you," Dan says, and grins when Jepha's hips hitch back. He pulls his arm back and hits Jepha again, and then again.
"Two, three," Jepha says, the words coming out a little strangled.
"If the people next door hear you moaning, they'll know exactly what I'm doing to you," Dan says, and Jepha chokes on a noise, barely holding it back. He shifts restlessly.
Dan spaces out the blows pretty well -- he's getting better at this, every time they do it -- but after the sixth time he hits Jepha, he's run out of unmarked skin, and he has to start hitting places that are already red and welted. Jepha's turned his face down, pressing his forehead against his forearms, but he's been counting steadily, holding back the noises Dan knows he wants to make.
"You okay?" Dan asks, just in case. He puts the hand not holding the belt on Jepha's ass, just resting his hand on the skin. It's unbelievably hot against his palm, and he can feel the ridges of swollen skin from the edges of the belt.
Jepha drags in an audible breath and turns his face again. His cheeks are wet with tears, and his lips are bitten red. "I'm good," he says. "Please."
When the belt cracks on his ass a seventh time, though, right on the curve of his ass, Jepha jerks and moans, loud and obvious. "That's another," Dan says. He presses the heel of his hand against the base of his dick, over his jeans, trying to calm down. It fucks up his concentration when Jepha moans.
"Seven," Jepha says, "sorry."
"Don't do it again," Dan says. He sounds a little desperate, even to his own ears.
Jepha holds it together for the eighth and ninth, but on the tenth he moans again, the noise spiking up to a whine at the end. "Another one," Dan says, through clenched teeth.
"It hurts," Jepha says. He's shifting around, like he can get away from his own skin. His ass is bright red, striped with welts. "Fuck, Dan, it hurts."
"I know," Dan says. He rests his hands on the desk, on either side of Jepha's hips, and ducks his head to blow a cool breath over Jepha's skin. Jepha shudders under him; his head tips back, but he doesn't make a noise. "You can do it, though," Dan says, more confidently that he feels.
"I can," Jepha says, after a long pause. He breathes out, long and hard. "I can, yeah, I want it."
He takes the extra two hits beautifully, his back arched, his head back, counting around his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. Dan takes a deep breath when he's done. He wants to fuck Jepha now, wants to shove in, wants to come. Dan exhales slowly and forces himself to wrap the belt up. The leather is hot under his hands. He sets it on the table, the buckle clinking against the wood again, and says, "Stand up."
Jepha straightens up, and turns around automatically. Dan takes his hips and walks him, slowly and carefully, over to the full length mirror that's on the wall by his bed. Dan turns Jepha until his ass is facing the mirror. Jepha tries to put his arms around Dan's neck, but he drops them when Dan says "No," though he frowns about it.
Dan sits down on the edge of the bed. "Bend at the waist," he says. Jepha bends slowly, and over his shoulder Dan can see his reflection, his bare legs, his crumpled skirt, his bruised ass, his cock hanging heavy and hard between his trembling thighs. Jepha leans his forearms on the bed, on either side of Dan's lap, his hair brushing over the fly of Dan's jeans. "Look through your legs," Dan says, "look at yourself."
Jepha drops his head. Dan watches Jepha looking at himself, the way Jepha's eyes go glassy at the sight. "You look good," Dan says, and Jepha averts his eyes again, presses his cheek against Dan's thigh and groans softly.
"Please," he says again.
"What did you want after this? I forget," Dan says, leaning back on his elbows.
Jepha looks up. His mascara has run a little; he looks debauched, hair falling into his eyes and gray tracks down his cheeks, lips swollen. "Fuck you, I said it already," he says, the corner of his mouth lifting.
"I really don't remember," Dan says. "I could leave you like this."
Jepha presses his lips together, his snakebites shifting with the movement. "Fuck me," he says. "I want it."
"It'll hurt more," Dan says, like that isn't what Jepha planned, what he asked for before this. Jepha nods, and Dan says, "Okay, let me up."
He slides off the bed and goes back to the desk, to get the lube. "Stay bent over," he says casually, tucking the condoms in one of his pockets and flipping open the cap on the lube. When he turns around, Jepha's still perfectly in place, wobbling a little on his high heels, bracing himself on the edge of the bed. "Look at yourself again," Dan says, and drips a line of lube down his middle finger. Jepha drops his head immediately, looking through his legs again.
Dan moves to stand beside him, hip to hip, looking at Jepha's reflection in the mirror. "God, you look amazing," he says, without thinking. He slides the heel of his hand over the small of Jepha's back and presses his lube-slick finger against Jepha's asshole, the other fingers spreading him open. Jepha makes a choked noise. Dan says, "The neighbors already know what a slut you are, you can make all the noise you want."
Jepha's cock twitches. He bites his lip. Dan presses in, and watches in the mirror as Jepha takes it. He rocks his finger back and forth, slowly. Jepha's thighs tremble, and he makes thin, wanting noises whenever Dan gets close to his prostate. Dan can't get as deep as he wants like this, but he's not willing to move. If he moves, he won't be able to see Jepha's reflection, the way Jepha is looking at what Dan did to him.
Dan takes his hand away and slicks his fingers again. Jepha is relaxing, slowly, rocking more with Dan's hand, his eyes slipping half-closed in the mirror, less strung-tight and needy. Dan keeps going until he's managed to calm himself down a little, too, until he feels like he might be able to go more than a minute without coming. He pulls his hand out and says, "Get up on the bed."
Jepha slides forward, gets his knees up on the bed slowly. Dan strips off his clothes, leaving them crumpled on the floor. He gets on the bed behind Jepha, digging his thumbs into the backs of Jepha's calves first, brushing the backs of his hands over the still-red skin of his ass. Jepha hisses and winces away, and Dan squeezes one cheek just to see Jepha arch and curse.
Dan gets a condom on, slicks it up, and presses the head of his cock up against Jepha's asshole. "No touching yourself until I tell you," he says.
"Okay," Jepha whispers. His fingers dig uselessly into the covers as Dan pushes forward, into him.
Jepha makes the best noises. The people Dan had been with before Jepha had all been relatively quiet in bed, but when Jepha gets going, he seems to be intent on letting everyone in a ten mile radius know that he's having a good time. He starts out with breathy whimpers, but after a good couple of thrusts he's bucking and groaning on the push in, begging on the pull back.
Their skin slaps together when Dan gets a rhythm going. It has to hurt, it has to hurt like hell, but Jepha doesn't complain; he gets louder, begs harder. They're going to get the condo staff called on them if he keeps this up, corner room or no. Dan slows down, working his hips in circles, pressed up against the hot skin of Jepha's ass, and leans forward. Jepha whines and presses back, like he can fuck himself on Dan's cock. "You're asking to get choked, aren't you," Dan murmurs.
"Please," Jepha says, "yes, yes, please."
Dan laughs, but he puts his cleaner hand on Jepha's neck, uses it as leverage as he starts thrusting again, snapping his hips forward. Jepha goes up on his fingertips, leaning his weight into Dan's hand until he's barely touching the bed at all, until his noises are just choked-off whimpers. He's squeezing tight around Dan's cock, and Dan can barely hold himself together; he's strung tight trying to manage it. "Touch yourself," he grits out.
Jepha picks one hand up off of the bed-- Dan is holding him up entirely now, his arm trembling, feeling the ache all the way up into his shoulder-- and gets his hand on his cock. He's wheezing, Dan can hear him; Dan leans forward and plants his hand on the bed, giving himself some leeway in case he needs to let go. He can't thrust like this, but it's better that way, keeps him off the edge. What he can see of Jepha's face is flushed dark, his mouth hanging open, his eyes closed. His hand is jerking over his cock, already stuttering over the head. Right before Dan's going to let go, Jepha finally comes, spilling over his fingers and onto the covers.
Dan lets go of Jepha's neck slowly, listening to him breathe, watching the outlines of his fingers on Jepha's neck slowly fade to dull pink from mottled red. "Okay?" he asks. His hips are hitching forward, restless, but he doesn't move until Jepha opens his eyes, says, "Yeah, c'mon."
Jepha's practically already sprawling, and Dan has to hold him up by his hips. If he weren't so close to the edge, it might be a problem; as it is, the first time Jepha gives a satisfied moan, Dan comes, hunched over Jepha's back and shuddering.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dan says, when his brain has finally come back online. He pulls out slowly, holding the bottom of the condom, and pushes himself up off of the bed to get rid of it. When he comes back, Jepha's flat on his face, limbs splayed out, clothes still on. "Don't fall asleep yet," Dan says.
"Nnh," Jepha mutters, but he slits open one eye. Dan takes off his shoes and rolls down his stockings, and Jepha stirs enough to work at the buttons of his shirt. His skirt is a production; Dan has to haul him to his feet and listen to him whining as Dan works the cloth over his ass. "Ow, ow, motherfucker, ow," Jepha says, like Dan's the one who suggested the skirt. Dan's feeling kind of good about the skirt, though, so he doesn't bring it up.
"Lie down, fucking whiner," he says. Jepha grumbles and sprawls out again, and Dan goes out into the kitchen, nudging the dogs out of the way when they try to get into the master bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He gets a washcloth and gets it wet, and fishes a couple of ice cubes out of the bin in the freezer.
Jepha's pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed. "Ice time," Dan says, and drops the washcloth on his ass. Jepha jerks and curses, kicking at Dan, but Dan ignores him. He drops onto the bed next to Jepha and picks up the washcloth again. Jepha mutters more curses when Dan first puts the ice cube on his skin, but he settles down quickly, shifting and sighing happily when Dan gets a particularly angry-looking spot numb.
Dan keeps going until the ice cube is melted; the water runs off of Jepha's skin and onto the bedspread, making a wet spot that Dan knows he's going to have to sleep in. "The bed's wet," he says.
"You're sleeping on this side," Jepha says, right on cue, and smiles when Dan snorts.
Dan gets his PSP out, and puts on a pair of pajama pants. He opens the door a little bit so the dogs can come in and sniff around. "Don't let the dogs run on your ass," he says.
"Thanks," Jepha says, "Will do."
Dan stacks the pillows at the head of the bed and leans back against them. The wet covers are kind of annoying, but Dan ignores it. The dogs get up, one at a time, and Jepha grumbles when they try to walk on his butt. Dan grins and settles back against the pillows, starting up his game.
He's halfway through the third level when Jepha speaks up. "Thanks," he says, and turns his head over, facing away from Dan. Dan pauses the game. He rests his hand on Jepha's hair, briefly.
"I liked it," Dan says. "I always like it with you."
"Yeah, yeah," Jepha says. "You too."
Dan shrugs and starts his game back up. "I'm going to kill this octopus thing tonight," he tells Jepha.
"Sure you are," Jepha says. "Wake me when you do."
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