[Fic:] Not a change, just an Not a Change, just an Adjustment Chapter 30
Title: Chapter 30 Back home, in the bedroom
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 2.875
Notes:
find part one lj, dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheovenJune 2020 prompt 2: Lessons
Also i need your input, i already have the baby names: f: Corvina, and m: Crispinian/Crispin; but i cant decide which to choose: i can totally see severus going all hell on his daughter's boyfriends, and the difficulties of raising a girl can bring with it, but at the same time, i can also see the havoc a small boy could do... so, tell me what you would prefer, i will go by majority vote here
Summary: Once the returned home from the game night, his Master continues their own little game.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 30 Back home, in the bedroom
Blaise stepped out of the floo with a sigh of relief. Having a game night sounds like fun theoretically. But only because most people ignore the temper of the people they play with. And the combination of Draco, Pansy, Greg, and Harry was not one going smoothly. Draco tended to cheat, which angered Harry. At the same time, Pansy got easily bored with the muggle games, as nothing happened. Which led to her influencing Draco to cheat even more. And Greg... Greg was just too easy to take advantage of, especially after a few pints.
Adding Severus to the mix led to some truly uncomfortable situations. Situations that Theo enjoyed, and Blaise just wanted to get out of. It was obvious that Severus knew the games. What Blaise was completely unaware of was if Severus liked playing the games. It was also not helpful that at the most inconvenient moments, when the tempers were already flaring up, he would drop some obscure rule that he remembered.
Blaise was not certain what good that did. Though he was certain that it entertained Severus. If Severus wanted, he could be a right bastard. And Blaise got the feeling that especially Harry was able to bring that side out of him.
Blaise had dearly missed consuming alcohol this evening. He missed the excuses it gives him to stay out of certain conversations. Not enough to endanger his child of course, but in the end the whole evening was damn awkward in his point of view. And the worst part of it all was that no matter how absurd it sounded in his own mind, the way Severus acted tonight was damn sexy to him. So much so that he even had to be careful of his posture.
The most absurd thing was that, in a way his Master was a bastard as well, when he was pleased about acting that way. But that was different, that happened in a certain way. On such occasions Blaise could read it by the curl of his Master's lips. But Severus being a bastard was something new to him. Most interesting to him was that there was not the usual curl of the lips, instead there were some crow's feet around his eyes, showing off his amusement. It was sexy beyond words to Blaise. On top of that was the bubbly feeling that Blaise was afraid to even think about, every time Severus' and his eyes met. This was dangerous.
And then there were hands on top of his shoulders, stopping him from walking further.
"And where do you think you are going, pet?"
Blaise could feel the goosebumps rushing from his neck down his body. Fuck! His Master was just playing with him.
"I just wanted to-"
"- accompany me into the bed room and get on your knees and close your eyes for me again? Excellent idea, pet, as I am in the mood to play some more."
Blaise closed his eyes at the words, it happened without a thought. He would go with his Master wherever his Master wanted.
"So beautiful in your submission. That was what I had to keep to myself tonight. How hard it was to reject you, because I could taste your need to submit to me every time you showed up. It was never this hard to say 'no' before. You certainly challenged my self-restraint," his Master kept on whispering in his ear.
Blaise had no idea that his Master had felt this way. That his Master had known even before Blaise had realised why he wanted Severus so much.
"Back then, I had no idea what it was that attrac-" A finger against his lips made him stop speaking.
"You did, you even said so this evening."
At those words Blaise's back went stiff. Had he given himself away? Would his friends think differently of him now?
"No need to worry, pet. Your friends have no idea what it was you were saying, but you forget that I was listening as well. What sparked your interest in me, pet, is control, and how I yield it. You noticed it in my movements, in the way I do things, even in the way I walk. You said it yourself, the rest is just something on top, but what got you interested was a fundamental understanding of what you wanted from me, what I can offer you. And that is where I find your true beauty: your natural gift for submission. "
His face must be glowing in the darkness. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked in a sort of overwhelmed voice. There was so much information there, too much to even comprehend it all right now. Never to mention that he was worried what that information would do with him, once it sunk in.
"There is only one reason why I do things, pet. And you know that reason." The words were spoken like a caress, making Blaise's heart flutter again.
"Because you want to, Sir. Because you can," Blaise stated in a whisper, while his mind was slowly getting lost in the moment.
"Exactly, my beautiful boy," his Master purred into his ear.
Blaise felt another shiver, before the tug of apparition took him away.
Generally speaking, Blaise hardly ever had a need for side-along apparition, but the few times he experienced it had always left a weird aftertaste in his mouth. He only ever mentioned it once to Pansy, who got all offended because how dare he criticise her apparition skills. He came just to expect it. But he noticed that this time and the last time Severus apparated him, there had been no aftertaste. He wondered if it was because Severus was sharing his magic with him, or if they were this compatible? Or, another option, he could of course not deny, was that it was all just in his mind.
After he found his bearings Blaise wanted to sink onto his knees, as his Master had wished for. However he was stopped.
"Stay still," his Master ordered, stopping his movement instantly.
"There is no need to frown, pet," his Master whispered in his ear again.
Blaise hadn't even realised that he had been frowning. But now that he was told, he tried to smooth his face again.
"I dressed you tonight and now I will undress you," his Master spoke into his other ear.
Blaise leaned a bit back, just for a moment, just enough to enjoy the strength of the body behind him. And what a strength it was. Severus, who survived two wars, who managed to repair his own reputation as a headmaster, who played the Dark Lord, and who, since a very young age, held his own, and if necessary defended his mother. It endeared Severus even more to him. Never to mention that Blaise thought that strength sexy as hell.
And in moments like this, when Severus allows him to bask in this strength and just let it all be, Blaise's knees get weak and his insides get giddy, and he knew that nobody else would ever do the same for him as Severus. It has to be Severus.
His Master did not step away from him. Instead his arms came around and started to open his buttons. Blaise was not sure what it was, but his toes curled in his shoes.
"You have been very good today, boy."
Blaise had to wet his lips with his tongue because the situation, but especially the praise, was getting to him. And then his Master bestowed small, soft kisses on his neck. The soft moan escaped his lips of its own volition. It just felt too good.
As his clothes were removed, more words of praise were bestowed on him in their stead. By the time, Blaise stood naked in front of his Master, arousal did more than just curl his toes. His mind was blank, his body was reacting to the simplest touch, and he felt like he was on fire. It got even worse when his Master caressed the writing he had put there hours before.
"Such a good boy," his Master said again, before Blaise was carefully pushed onto the bed.
With his eyes closed, and just remembering that his Master wanted to see him on his knees, Blaise was a bit confused why he was on the bed. But before he could voice that confusion his Master spoke again.
"It would be nice if you also make a bit of space for me, pet, as I do intend to join you."
The note of amusement he detected made him smile, before he carefully moved further onto the bed. Moments later he felt the mattress dip behind him, before he was pulled against his Master's chest.
"Would you say that I am observant, pet?"
The question provoked an unstoppable reaction from Blaise, as he had to snort. Of course his Master was observant. Everybody knew that. It was not even an open secret; it was the foundation of the world. It was how it should be. Something children learned when they learned what observant meant, was his Master's name.
"Yes," he answered, unable to hide how absurd he thought that question.
"If I were in the mood, your cheek would earn you a good spanking, pet. But today, I want to reward you," his Master said, once again speaking into his ear.
Blaise was not sure that he deserved a reward, as he had done nothing special. To be frank, he had done quite the opposite and had asked his Master for a big favour. That his Master got some amusement out of it was a plus, and reassured Blaise that his Master might not come to regret his decision to stay with him.
"Pet," his Master said, and Blaise tried to focus back on the moment.
"There are times I will tell you the reason you deserve your reward, as an encouragement, for your enjoyment, or for mine. And sometimes I reward you because you pleased me, just by being you. And that is all the reason you need to know, and to accept. You already know that."
This time Blaise did note the irritation in his Master's voice.
"I did not mean to question your motives, or to say that you have to give me a reason. I just.... tonight was nice for me. I would have preferred to be able to drink, but it was an overall interesting night," Blaise tried to explain himself.
"Isn't it marvellous that we can find the same thing interesting, pet? And look at the coincidence, I also know that we can find the same thing pleasurable," his Master purred the last words in Blaise's ear, returning to the previous mood.
"It is a fortunate circumstance, Sir." Blaise smiled.
In an instinctual movement, he leaned a bit back. A soft sound of pleasure left his lips as he felt his Master's hot, solid body right behind his. Goosebumps worked their way over his body.
"Fortunate indeed, boy." His Master drew him even closer, so that Blaise could feel his Master's hard cock right against his arse. A low moan escaped Blaise's lips. Oh, how he wanted, how he needed to feel that cock deep inside him.
"It is in your nature to take pleasure in every way it pleases me, to give you pleasure. That is no secret. But through the years, we came to know each other, would you not agree, boy?"
As his Master spoke, his right hand found its way to the flower Blaise was still caring. His body shuddered as his Master's fingers caressed each petal in turn. It was such a strange sensation, but it also felt incredible. And the accidental touch of the knuckles across his cheek might not be all that accidental at all. It took Blaise a few moments before he remembered the question he was asked.
"Yes, Sir, we know each other better now," Blaise breathed. He was feeling needy because of the teasing his Master had put him through, through the day. His body was thrumming with arousal and pleasure, but also with the frustration of a denied release. Release he needs and wants, and still has to wait for.
He moaned as his Master finally removed the flower, but then chose to start with teasing the rim with his fingers. "Si~ir," Blaise breathed, because he struggled with his control.
"And my knowing you better helps to fulfil not only your wishes, but also your desires," his Master spoke into Blaise’s left ear, as his right hand grabbed Blaise’s right hip.
Blaise could already feel the blunt head pushing against him. Oh how he wanted to feel his Master’s cock deep inside him. But of course his Master was right; this position was more than just a small reward to Blaise. Blaise basked in the feeling of his Master being so close and feeling the undeniable strength that his Master’s body holds.
But then his Masters left hand was put on his throat. It was not a painful grip, but a secure hold, and the moan that left Blaise made him feel the power in that hand against his Adam's apple.
As his Master was finally pushing into him, a helpless sob escapes Blaise. His body is being led by his Master: his hips are pulled back, as his back and neck are held straight by his Master’s hand. It felt too good.
And that was the problem. Tears of helplessness were wetting his face, as at the same time, his sperm was leaking from the top of his cock. He had been unable to stop it. He was no longer in control of anything. He had been so good, only to fail in the final moments. If only-
"Shhh, pet. All is well. You are so very good,"
"I- I- " He had to confess. He had to tell his Master that he was not what his Master expected from him.
"I know pet, I know you, I know your limits, and I am well aware of how much you can endure. You did very well today." As his Master said those words, his right hand reached for Blaise’s cock. First following the wet trail down to the base with one finger, before he massaged Blaise in rhythm with his thrusts. "This is a bodily reaction, pet, your emotions are not quite there yet, and by the liveliness of your cock, I dare to say it is not quite done yet either."
Blaise tried to understand, but he could not. He could not even understand why his Master was teasing, But then the hand around his neck put a little more pressure in the hold, and Blaise felt his attention pulled to the moment.
"That is better, pet. Focus on the here and now. Focus on what I am doing to you."
And with that his Master chose, to move faster. The sobs changed into moans, as Blaise felt the strength of his Master’s thrusts. But also the way his master held him: one hand around his throat one around his cock, while his back was pressed against his Master’s chest. It was a show of pure control and strength and Blaise lost himself in the sensation.
"That’s right, pet, enjoy what I am doing to you, because I can and because I want to," his Master said, while holding him securely and fucking Blaise at a steady speed.
And Blaise did!
How could he not? His Master knew him too well. Certainly, this was not the first time in this position, nor the first time his Master held his throat, but it was all of it. Blaise knew that he liked to feel his Master at his back. It was a kick unlike most other. But he was never aware to how much he liked being held by the throat. He was certain he wouldn’t like if his Master would strangle him, but that was not what was happening. His Master simply held him, but something in his mind just felt utterly free, similar but different to when his Master binds him.
"Let go, pet."
A wave of relief washed through his body. And as he felt the relief of his orgasm, he thought he heard his Master say I got you, my beautiful boy, and I am not letting you go. But he was not sure if he heard right, or if he maybe just dreamed about it, because he could not even remember when he fell asleep, or how he was laid down.
All he knew is when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was cleaned, in his Master’s arms and felt not only refreshed after a good night's sleep but also immensely satisfied on many levels.
The only regret he had was that when he went to the loo in the morning, and caught a glance at himself in the mirror whatever his Master had written on him was gone as well. A message he was never to know.
Chapter 31:on DW || on LJ This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/276732.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 2.875
Notes:
find part one lj, dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheovenJune 2020 prompt 2: Lessons
Also i need your input, i already have the baby names: f: Corvina, and m: Crispinian/Crispin; but i cant decide which to choose: i can totally see severus going all hell on his daughter's boyfriends, and the difficulties of raising a girl can bring with it, but at the same time, i can also see the havoc a small boy could do... so, tell me what you would prefer, i will go by majority vote here
Summary: Once the returned home from the game night, his Master continues their own little game.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 30 Back home, in the bedroom
Blaise stepped out of the floo with a sigh of relief. Having a game night sounds like fun theoretically. But only because most people ignore the temper of the people they play with. And the combination of Draco, Pansy, Greg, and Harry was not one going smoothly. Draco tended to cheat, which angered Harry. At the same time, Pansy got easily bored with the muggle games, as nothing happened. Which led to her influencing Draco to cheat even more. And Greg... Greg was just too easy to take advantage of, especially after a few pints.
Adding Severus to the mix led to some truly uncomfortable situations. Situations that Theo enjoyed, and Blaise just wanted to get out of. It was obvious that Severus knew the games. What Blaise was completely unaware of was if Severus liked playing the games. It was also not helpful that at the most inconvenient moments, when the tempers were already flaring up, he would drop some obscure rule that he remembered.
Blaise was not certain what good that did. Though he was certain that it entertained Severus. If Severus wanted, he could be a right bastard. And Blaise got the feeling that especially Harry was able to bring that side out of him.
Blaise had dearly missed consuming alcohol this evening. He missed the excuses it gives him to stay out of certain conversations. Not enough to endanger his child of course, but in the end the whole evening was damn awkward in his point of view. And the worst part of it all was that no matter how absurd it sounded in his own mind, the way Severus acted tonight was damn sexy to him. So much so that he even had to be careful of his posture.
The most absurd thing was that, in a way his Master was a bastard as well, when he was pleased about acting that way. But that was different, that happened in a certain way. On such occasions Blaise could read it by the curl of his Master's lips. But Severus being a bastard was something new to him. Most interesting to him was that there was not the usual curl of the lips, instead there were some crow's feet around his eyes, showing off his amusement. It was sexy beyond words to Blaise. On top of that was the bubbly feeling that Blaise was afraid to even think about, every time Severus' and his eyes met. This was dangerous.
And then there were hands on top of his shoulders, stopping him from walking further.
"And where do you think you are going, pet?"
Blaise could feel the goosebumps rushing from his neck down his body. Fuck! His Master was just playing with him.
"I just wanted to-"
"- accompany me into the bed room and get on your knees and close your eyes for me again? Excellent idea, pet, as I am in the mood to play some more."
Blaise closed his eyes at the words, it happened without a thought. He would go with his Master wherever his Master wanted.
"So beautiful in your submission. That was what I had to keep to myself tonight. How hard it was to reject you, because I could taste your need to submit to me every time you showed up. It was never this hard to say 'no' before. You certainly challenged my self-restraint," his Master kept on whispering in his ear.
Blaise had no idea that his Master had felt this way. That his Master had known even before Blaise had realised why he wanted Severus so much.
"Back then, I had no idea what it was that attrac-" A finger against his lips made him stop speaking.
"You did, you even said so this evening."
At those words Blaise's back went stiff. Had he given himself away? Would his friends think differently of him now?
"No need to worry, pet. Your friends have no idea what it was you were saying, but you forget that I was listening as well. What sparked your interest in me, pet, is control, and how I yield it. You noticed it in my movements, in the way I do things, even in the way I walk. You said it yourself, the rest is just something on top, but what got you interested was a fundamental understanding of what you wanted from me, what I can offer you. And that is where I find your true beauty: your natural gift for submission. "
His face must be glowing in the darkness. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked in a sort of overwhelmed voice. There was so much information there, too much to even comprehend it all right now. Never to mention that he was worried what that information would do with him, once it sunk in.
"There is only one reason why I do things, pet. And you know that reason." The words were spoken like a caress, making Blaise's heart flutter again.
"Because you want to, Sir. Because you can," Blaise stated in a whisper, while his mind was slowly getting lost in the moment.
"Exactly, my beautiful boy," his Master purred into his ear.
Blaise felt another shiver, before the tug of apparition took him away.
Generally speaking, Blaise hardly ever had a need for side-along apparition, but the few times he experienced it had always left a weird aftertaste in his mouth. He only ever mentioned it once to Pansy, who got all offended because how dare he criticise her apparition skills. He came just to expect it. But he noticed that this time and the last time Severus apparated him, there had been no aftertaste. He wondered if it was because Severus was sharing his magic with him, or if they were this compatible? Or, another option, he could of course not deny, was that it was all just in his mind.
After he found his bearings Blaise wanted to sink onto his knees, as his Master had wished for. However he was stopped.
"Stay still," his Master ordered, stopping his movement instantly.
"There is no need to frown, pet," his Master whispered in his ear again.
Blaise hadn't even realised that he had been frowning. But now that he was told, he tried to smooth his face again.
"I dressed you tonight and now I will undress you," his Master spoke into his other ear.
Blaise leaned a bit back, just for a moment, just enough to enjoy the strength of the body behind him. And what a strength it was. Severus, who survived two wars, who managed to repair his own reputation as a headmaster, who played the Dark Lord, and who, since a very young age, held his own, and if necessary defended his mother. It endeared Severus even more to him. Never to mention that Blaise thought that strength sexy as hell.
And in moments like this, when Severus allows him to bask in this strength and just let it all be, Blaise's knees get weak and his insides get giddy, and he knew that nobody else would ever do the same for him as Severus. It has to be Severus.
His Master did not step away from him. Instead his arms came around and started to open his buttons. Blaise was not sure what it was, but his toes curled in his shoes.
"You have been very good today, boy."
Blaise had to wet his lips with his tongue because the situation, but especially the praise, was getting to him. And then his Master bestowed small, soft kisses on his neck. The soft moan escaped his lips of its own volition. It just felt too good.
As his clothes were removed, more words of praise were bestowed on him in their stead. By the time, Blaise stood naked in front of his Master, arousal did more than just curl his toes. His mind was blank, his body was reacting to the simplest touch, and he felt like he was on fire. It got even worse when his Master caressed the writing he had put there hours before.
"Such a good boy," his Master said again, before Blaise was carefully pushed onto the bed.
With his eyes closed, and just remembering that his Master wanted to see him on his knees, Blaise was a bit confused why he was on the bed. But before he could voice that confusion his Master spoke again.
"It would be nice if you also make a bit of space for me, pet, as I do intend to join you."
The note of amusement he detected made him smile, before he carefully moved further onto the bed. Moments later he felt the mattress dip behind him, before he was pulled against his Master's chest.
"Would you say that I am observant, pet?"
The question provoked an unstoppable reaction from Blaise, as he had to snort. Of course his Master was observant. Everybody knew that. It was not even an open secret; it was the foundation of the world. It was how it should be. Something children learned when they learned what observant meant, was his Master's name.
"Yes," he answered, unable to hide how absurd he thought that question.
"If I were in the mood, your cheek would earn you a good spanking, pet. But today, I want to reward you," his Master said, once again speaking into his ear.
Blaise was not sure that he deserved a reward, as he had done nothing special. To be frank, he had done quite the opposite and had asked his Master for a big favour. That his Master got some amusement out of it was a plus, and reassured Blaise that his Master might not come to regret his decision to stay with him.
"Pet," his Master said, and Blaise tried to focus back on the moment.
"There are times I will tell you the reason you deserve your reward, as an encouragement, for your enjoyment, or for mine. And sometimes I reward you because you pleased me, just by being you. And that is all the reason you need to know, and to accept. You already know that."
This time Blaise did note the irritation in his Master's voice.
"I did not mean to question your motives, or to say that you have to give me a reason. I just.... tonight was nice for me. I would have preferred to be able to drink, but it was an overall interesting night," Blaise tried to explain himself.
"Isn't it marvellous that we can find the same thing interesting, pet? And look at the coincidence, I also know that we can find the same thing pleasurable," his Master purred the last words in Blaise's ear, returning to the previous mood.
"It is a fortunate circumstance, Sir." Blaise smiled.
In an instinctual movement, he leaned a bit back. A soft sound of pleasure left his lips as he felt his Master's hot, solid body right behind his. Goosebumps worked their way over his body.
"Fortunate indeed, boy." His Master drew him even closer, so that Blaise could feel his Master's hard cock right against his arse. A low moan escaped Blaise's lips. Oh, how he wanted, how he needed to feel that cock deep inside him.
"It is in your nature to take pleasure in every way it pleases me, to give you pleasure. That is no secret. But through the years, we came to know each other, would you not agree, boy?"
As his Master spoke, his right hand found its way to the flower Blaise was still caring. His body shuddered as his Master's fingers caressed each petal in turn. It was such a strange sensation, but it also felt incredible. And the accidental touch of the knuckles across his cheek might not be all that accidental at all. It took Blaise a few moments before he remembered the question he was asked.
"Yes, Sir, we know each other better now," Blaise breathed. He was feeling needy because of the teasing his Master had put him through, through the day. His body was thrumming with arousal and pleasure, but also with the frustration of a denied release. Release he needs and wants, and still has to wait for.
He moaned as his Master finally removed the flower, but then chose to start with teasing the rim with his fingers. "Si~ir," Blaise breathed, because he struggled with his control.
"And my knowing you better helps to fulfil not only your wishes, but also your desires," his Master spoke into Blaise’s left ear, as his right hand grabbed Blaise’s right hip.
Blaise could already feel the blunt head pushing against him. Oh how he wanted to feel his Master’s cock deep inside him. But of course his Master was right; this position was more than just a small reward to Blaise. Blaise basked in the feeling of his Master being so close and feeling the undeniable strength that his Master’s body holds.
But then his Masters left hand was put on his throat. It was not a painful grip, but a secure hold, and the moan that left Blaise made him feel the power in that hand against his Adam's apple.
As his Master was finally pushing into him, a helpless sob escapes Blaise. His body is being led by his Master: his hips are pulled back, as his back and neck are held straight by his Master’s hand. It felt too good.
And that was the problem. Tears of helplessness were wetting his face, as at the same time, his sperm was leaking from the top of his cock. He had been unable to stop it. He was no longer in control of anything. He had been so good, only to fail in the final moments. If only-
"Shhh, pet. All is well. You are so very good,"
"I- I- " He had to confess. He had to tell his Master that he was not what his Master expected from him.
"I know pet, I know you, I know your limits, and I am well aware of how much you can endure. You did very well today." As his Master said those words, his right hand reached for Blaise’s cock. First following the wet trail down to the base with one finger, before he massaged Blaise in rhythm with his thrusts. "This is a bodily reaction, pet, your emotions are not quite there yet, and by the liveliness of your cock, I dare to say it is not quite done yet either."
Blaise tried to understand, but he could not. He could not even understand why his Master was teasing, But then the hand around his neck put a little more pressure in the hold, and Blaise felt his attention pulled to the moment.
"That is better, pet. Focus on the here and now. Focus on what I am doing to you."
And with that his Master chose, to move faster. The sobs changed into moans, as Blaise felt the strength of his Master’s thrusts. But also the way his master held him: one hand around his throat one around his cock, while his back was pressed against his Master’s chest. It was a show of pure control and strength and Blaise lost himself in the sensation.
"That’s right, pet, enjoy what I am doing to you, because I can and because I want to," his Master said, while holding him securely and fucking Blaise at a steady speed.
And Blaise did!
How could he not? His Master knew him too well. Certainly, this was not the first time in this position, nor the first time his Master held his throat, but it was all of it. Blaise knew that he liked to feel his Master at his back. It was a kick unlike most other. But he was never aware to how much he liked being held by the throat. He was certain he wouldn’t like if his Master would strangle him, but that was not what was happening. His Master simply held him, but something in his mind just felt utterly free, similar but different to when his Master binds him.
"Let go, pet."
A wave of relief washed through his body. And as he felt the relief of his orgasm, he thought he heard his Master say I got you, my beautiful boy, and I am not letting you go. But he was not sure if he heard right, or if he maybe just dreamed about it, because he could not even remember when he fell asleep, or how he was laid down.
All he knew is when he opened his eyes in the morning, he was cleaned, in his Master’s arms and felt not only refreshed after a good night's sleep but also immensely satisfied on many levels.
The only regret he had was that when he went to the loo in the morning, and caught a glance at himself in the mirror whatever his Master had written on him was gone as well. A message he was never to know.
Chapter 31:on DW || on LJ This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/276732.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj