Fic: Such a good morning... Hugh/Taylor, FRAO
Title: Such a good morning...
Author: cyphersushi
Rating: FRAO
Words: 2047
Warnings: Heavy D/s, cage, lots of dirtywrongbad things.
Fandom/Pairing:Hugh/Taylor (the dark!variant)
A/N:I don't own them, they own themselves. This is a work of fiction, people, nothing else. My brain has apparently gone completely 'round the bend - it just keeps adding to this 'verse. *facepalm* (eta: This is for raggedy_edge who was not feeling well today. Hope you feel better now hun!)
Taylor woke up slowly, he was warm an comfortable and smiled to himself. Last nights bruises twinged pleasantly as he turned among the many soft pillows before stretching. His hands met the bars of the cage as he blinked his eyes open; he could see the dusky marks around his wrists in the faint light coming from the large panoramic windows. It was early still and he couldn't hear his master moving about yet so he settled back down in his nest to watch the sun rise over the city.
Hugh went from sleeping to awake instantly. He swung his legs out of the large bed and stretched briefly before getting up and shrugging into his well-worn robe. He left it hanging open and walked out into the living-room, his half-hard cock rose to full attention when he saw his lovely boy on his knees and ready in his cage. It never failed to affect him, the way the early morning sunshine reflected off Taylor's loose hair and illuminated his body. Like a piece of art, just for him.
It always made Taylor proud, the way his masters dick would fill at the sigh of him. He suppressed the urge to preen and kept his head bowed and hands behind his back. He wondered what Hugh was in the mood for this morning, if he was really good he might get to wear the plug today while Hugh was away. The thought sent pleasure curling along his spine and his cock jumped a little.
"Are you thinking filthy thoughts again?"
"Yes, master"
"Tell me" Hugh walked up to the cage and reached in between the bars to pet Taylor's hair. The kneeling man leaned into the touch.
"I was just thinking about the plug and how if I was really good this morning you might let me wear it today."
"Mhm... you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes, master, very much"
"We'll see. I'm gonna make some coffee. You may relax while I'm in the kitchen, when I come back I want you to suck me... for starters."
"Yes master, thank you master." Hugh tugged a bit on his pet's hair before retracting his hand and walking out to the kitchen. He could hear Taylor settling back down among the pillows and glanced back. He was sprawled out in the soft pile, legs wide and hands behind his head. He looked perfectly edible - especially with the dark bruises adorning his wrists and the back of his thighs. It really was too bad he had to go outside today, he'd love nothing more than to stay in and fuck his pet all day, maybe but a few more marks on him. But there would be time later, they had all the time in the world.
Taylor laid back and basked in the sunlight while listening to Hugh move about in the kitchen. He liked mornings, he could vaguely remember a time when he didn't, when mornings where filled with stress and traffic and bad coffee; it seemed so long time ago, like a hazy almost memory lost in pleasure, pain and pleasurepain and most of all his master. Now mornings where slow and lazy, filled with expectation and anticipation and a deep sense of contentment at being able to serve the best he could.
When he heard the sounds of coffee-making coming to a halt Taylor smoothly got into position again, on his knees, arms behind his back and head bowed. He could see Hugh moving through the room even with his eyes downcast and he waited. The position put some pressure on the marks the john had put on him last night and the slight painpleasure sent little tendrils of arousal through his body.
The shiver was almost imperceptible but Hugh noticed and hummed appreciatively. He sat down in his favorite chair and reached for the remote for the lock on the cage, when he pressed the button he saw the shiver again and a slight smile tugged at his lips. So very eager.
"Come here, on all four" He loved watching Taylor move, sleek muscle moving under pale gold skin with dusky accents. Beautiful.
Taylor pushed the door to the cage open and crawled out towards Hugh, he looked up though the curtain of hair and licked his lips as he neared the chair.
"Can I suck your dick now, master?"
"Yes you can you little slut, come here with your filthy mouth"
"Yes, master" Taylor slid up from the floor and licked a wet stripe up Hugh's cock before putting his lips around the head and sucking while swirling his tongue against the smooth skin. He bobbed his head as he started to suck in earnest, humming and purring as he worked. He supported himself with one hand while letting the other settle at the base of Hugh's dick.
"Mmyes, such a nice mouth, you like having it filled with my cock, don't you? Yes, you do... you can take some more..." Hugh let both his hands drift up and tangle in Taylor's messy locks; he took a firm grip and pulled him closer, forcing his cock further down his throat. He could feel his pet shifting and then he was fully enveloped in warm heat. A groan escaped him and he held Taylor's head still as he fucked up into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his throat constricting around the head of his cock as Hugh let his head fall back and his eyes close.
Taylor sucked in air through his nose and struggled to relax as well as make things as pleasurable as possible for Hugh; it felt like he was surrounded completely by his master, his scent was in his nose, his skin under his hands and his cock deep in his throat. The feeling was overwhelming and he could feel a keening whine rise in his chest as tears leaked from his eyes. The thrusts came faster now and it was getting harder to get air into his lungs; spots danced at edges of his vision.
Hugh felt the vibrations from Taylor's desperate sounds and he opened his eyes to look down on him. The sight of his pet with his lips stretched around his cock, tears streaming down his face and making that sound undid him and with one final thrust he spilled down Taylor's throat with a deep moan. He released his grip on Taylor's hair and felt him pull away and take a shaky breath before coming back to carefully lick and suck him clean from the spit and come dribbling down his softening cock. Hugh watched him and petted his hair softly.
"Such a neat little pet, cleaning up your mess..." Taylor leaned into the caress and rested his still damp face against Hugh's thigh when he was finished. He was still achingly hard himself but he sat at his masters feet enjoying the feel of his fingers raking thought the hair he'd gripped so hard. Hugh took a sip of his coffee.
"You did good. Go get the black one and the plug. You may walk on your feet." Taylor felt a surge of happiness and arousal from the praise and the promise of the plug. If he was really lucky his master might even let him come before he went out. He got up on his feet, carefully - sometimes he was a little wobbly after, and walked over to the toy cabinet.
Hugh drank the rest of his coffee as he watched Taylor collect the things he asked, when he was once again kneeling in-front of the chair, thick black dildo held out in one hand and a square box in the other, he set down the mug and took the two items.
"Now, my pretty little slut, you are gonna go stand with your hands against the cage and your legs spread."
"Yes master" Taylor said as he moved into position, his voice a bit rough. The cage was secured to the floor and very sturdy and the feel of the cold metal bars under his hands cooled down his pulse a few beats. He could hear Hugh getting up behind him but he still jumped a little when he felt a hand trailing his spine. The soft touch was punctuated with a sharp slap to his ass, right over one of the previous bruises, and he moaned at the feeling. That earned him another slap before the hand was back at his spine again, stroking softly.
"Such eager sounds. I think you need to be fucked. Fucked until you can't do nothing but moan and scream and beg me to let you come."
"Yes... yes master, please" Taylor arched his back as he gripped the bars. The hand was back, once again stroking a finger down his spine. This time it slipped between his cheeks and probed at his entrance and he let out a whimper.
"More, I..."
"More?" The finger thrust in and the whimper turned into a keening. Another was added and the keening was a moan, then the fingers was removed and the moan faded to a whimper again.
"Like playing an instrument...." Taylor heard the snap of a lid and then the hand on his skin was back together with a blunt pressure at his entrance. He leaned forward and rocked his ass backwards, yearning for more. The first hard thrust had him panting, his cock dripping pre-come on the floor, the second pulled a moan and soon he was babbling, panting and moaning as he rocked back on every hard thrust of the dildo. The hand on his back was still there, anchoring him and keeping him in place. A shift in angle and he cried out at his prostate was hit. He heard a dark chuckle and the next thrusts hit the same spot, over and over again. He felt the orgasm rising but he held it back... he didn't have permission.
"Please, master, I ... so..."
"Let me hear it"
"Please, let me come, please... ah" A hard slap on his ass and he was even closer. "Please... so..." Another slap and he couldn't help but screaming, his whole body felt over heated, over charged. Then the thrusts stopped. Everything went still.
Taylor could hear a sniffling shuddering sound and realised it was him. Then came a line of heat along his body and his masters voice in his ear, whispering: "Come for me" as he stroked once softly along his cock. And he came, with a surprised sniffling moan and a force that made his knees buckle. The dildo was still lodged in his ass and he felt his muscles clamp around it as he fell to his knees, still holding on to the bars with white knuckled hands.
"mmm... you made a mess. Clean it up." Taylor let go of the bars and got down fully on the floor, licking up his come with his tongue. The movement made the dildo move and almost slide out.
"Good boy, let's replace that with something that won't slip out." Taylor kept up his cleaning but tilted his ass upwards eagerly. He heard the lid of the box opening and then Hugh's heat was next to him again, the dildo was removed and the plug inserted securely. Taylor almost purred but as the plug brushed against his prostate the purr turned into a moan.
"You like that, huh. Such a filthy little slut. You will have that in all day while I'm gone, and make sure you are clean when I come back."
The floor was clean now and Taylor shifted into kneeling position again - he felt drained and ready for a nap but despite that there was a weak current of pleasure running up and down his spine.
"I will be entertaining guests tonight. Be ready to serve." His masters words caused a surge of arousal, Taylor really loved it when Hugh showed him off and maybe there would be other pets to play with as well...
He helped Hugh shower and get ready but as soon as the door closed behind him Taylor retreated to his cage and curled up for a nap, he fell asleep with a smile on his lips.
Author: cyphersushi
Rating: FRAO
Words: 2047
Warnings: Heavy D/s, cage, lots of dirtywrongbad things.
Fandom/Pairing:Hugh/Taylor (the dark!variant)
A/N:I don't own them, they own themselves. This is a work of fiction, people, nothing else. My brain has apparently gone completely 'round the bend - it just keeps adding to this 'verse. *facepalm* (eta: This is for raggedy_edge who was not feeling well today. Hope you feel better now hun!)
Taylor woke up slowly, he was warm an comfortable and smiled to himself. Last nights bruises twinged pleasantly as he turned among the many soft pillows before stretching. His hands met the bars of the cage as he blinked his eyes open; he could see the dusky marks around his wrists in the faint light coming from the large panoramic windows. It was early still and he couldn't hear his master moving about yet so he settled back down in his nest to watch the sun rise over the city.
Hugh went from sleeping to awake instantly. He swung his legs out of the large bed and stretched briefly before getting up and shrugging into his well-worn robe. He left it hanging open and walked out into the living-room, his half-hard cock rose to full attention when he saw his lovely boy on his knees and ready in his cage. It never failed to affect him, the way the early morning sunshine reflected off Taylor's loose hair and illuminated his body. Like a piece of art, just for him.
It always made Taylor proud, the way his masters dick would fill at the sigh of him. He suppressed the urge to preen and kept his head bowed and hands behind his back. He wondered what Hugh was in the mood for this morning, if he was really good he might get to wear the plug today while Hugh was away. The thought sent pleasure curling along his spine and his cock jumped a little.
"Are you thinking filthy thoughts again?"
"Yes, master"
"Tell me" Hugh walked up to the cage and reached in between the bars to pet Taylor's hair. The kneeling man leaned into the touch.
"I was just thinking about the plug and how if I was really good this morning you might let me wear it today."
"Mhm... you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes, master, very much"
"We'll see. I'm gonna make some coffee. You may relax while I'm in the kitchen, when I come back I want you to suck me... for starters."
"Yes master, thank you master." Hugh tugged a bit on his pet's hair before retracting his hand and walking out to the kitchen. He could hear Taylor settling back down among the pillows and glanced back. He was sprawled out in the soft pile, legs wide and hands behind his head. He looked perfectly edible - especially with the dark bruises adorning his wrists and the back of his thighs. It really was too bad he had to go outside today, he'd love nothing more than to stay in and fuck his pet all day, maybe but a few more marks on him. But there would be time later, they had all the time in the world.
Taylor laid back and basked in the sunlight while listening to Hugh move about in the kitchen. He liked mornings, he could vaguely remember a time when he didn't, when mornings where filled with stress and traffic and bad coffee; it seemed so long time ago, like a hazy almost memory lost in pleasure, pain and pleasurepain and most of all his master. Now mornings where slow and lazy, filled with expectation and anticipation and a deep sense of contentment at being able to serve the best he could.
When he heard the sounds of coffee-making coming to a halt Taylor smoothly got into position again, on his knees, arms behind his back and head bowed. He could see Hugh moving through the room even with his eyes downcast and he waited. The position put some pressure on the marks the john had put on him last night and the slight painpleasure sent little tendrils of arousal through his body.
The shiver was almost imperceptible but Hugh noticed and hummed appreciatively. He sat down in his favorite chair and reached for the remote for the lock on the cage, when he pressed the button he saw the shiver again and a slight smile tugged at his lips. So very eager.
"Come here, on all four" He loved watching Taylor move, sleek muscle moving under pale gold skin with dusky accents. Beautiful.
Taylor pushed the door to the cage open and crawled out towards Hugh, he looked up though the curtain of hair and licked his lips as he neared the chair.
"Can I suck your dick now, master?"
"Yes you can you little slut, come here with your filthy mouth"
"Yes, master" Taylor slid up from the floor and licked a wet stripe up Hugh's cock before putting his lips around the head and sucking while swirling his tongue against the smooth skin. He bobbed his head as he started to suck in earnest, humming and purring as he worked. He supported himself with one hand while letting the other settle at the base of Hugh's dick.
"Mmyes, such a nice mouth, you like having it filled with my cock, don't you? Yes, you do... you can take some more..." Hugh let both his hands drift up and tangle in Taylor's messy locks; he took a firm grip and pulled him closer, forcing his cock further down his throat. He could feel his pet shifting and then he was fully enveloped in warm heat. A groan escaped him and he held Taylor's head still as he fucked up into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his throat constricting around the head of his cock as Hugh let his head fall back and his eyes close.
Taylor sucked in air through his nose and struggled to relax as well as make things as pleasurable as possible for Hugh; it felt like he was surrounded completely by his master, his scent was in his nose, his skin under his hands and his cock deep in his throat. The feeling was overwhelming and he could feel a keening whine rise in his chest as tears leaked from his eyes. The thrusts came faster now and it was getting harder to get air into his lungs; spots danced at edges of his vision.
Hugh felt the vibrations from Taylor's desperate sounds and he opened his eyes to look down on him. The sight of his pet with his lips stretched around his cock, tears streaming down his face and making that sound undid him and with one final thrust he spilled down Taylor's throat with a deep moan. He released his grip on Taylor's hair and felt him pull away and take a shaky breath before coming back to carefully lick and suck him clean from the spit and come dribbling down his softening cock. Hugh watched him and petted his hair softly.
"Such a neat little pet, cleaning up your mess..." Taylor leaned into the caress and rested his still damp face against Hugh's thigh when he was finished. He was still achingly hard himself but he sat at his masters feet enjoying the feel of his fingers raking thought the hair he'd gripped so hard. Hugh took a sip of his coffee.
"You did good. Go get the black one and the plug. You may walk on your feet." Taylor felt a surge of happiness and arousal from the praise and the promise of the plug. If he was really lucky his master might even let him come before he went out. He got up on his feet, carefully - sometimes he was a little wobbly after, and walked over to the toy cabinet.
Hugh drank the rest of his coffee as he watched Taylor collect the things he asked, when he was once again kneeling in-front of the chair, thick black dildo held out in one hand and a square box in the other, he set down the mug and took the two items.
"Now, my pretty little slut, you are gonna go stand with your hands against the cage and your legs spread."
"Yes master" Taylor said as he moved into position, his voice a bit rough. The cage was secured to the floor and very sturdy and the feel of the cold metal bars under his hands cooled down his pulse a few beats. He could hear Hugh getting up behind him but he still jumped a little when he felt a hand trailing his spine. The soft touch was punctuated with a sharp slap to his ass, right over one of the previous bruises, and he moaned at the feeling. That earned him another slap before the hand was back at his spine again, stroking softly.
"Such eager sounds. I think you need to be fucked. Fucked until you can't do nothing but moan and scream and beg me to let you come."
"Yes... yes master, please" Taylor arched his back as he gripped the bars. The hand was back, once again stroking a finger down his spine. This time it slipped between his cheeks and probed at his entrance and he let out a whimper.
"More, I..."
"More?" The finger thrust in and the whimper turned into a keening. Another was added and the keening was a moan, then the fingers was removed and the moan faded to a whimper again.
"Like playing an instrument...." Taylor heard the snap of a lid and then the hand on his skin was back together with a blunt pressure at his entrance. He leaned forward and rocked his ass backwards, yearning for more. The first hard thrust had him panting, his cock dripping pre-come on the floor, the second pulled a moan and soon he was babbling, panting and moaning as he rocked back on every hard thrust of the dildo. The hand on his back was still there, anchoring him and keeping him in place. A shift in angle and he cried out at his prostate was hit. He heard a dark chuckle and the next thrusts hit the same spot, over and over again. He felt the orgasm rising but he held it back... he didn't have permission.
"Please, master, I ... so..."
"Let me hear it"
"Please, let me come, please... ah" A hard slap on his ass and he was even closer. "Please... so..." Another slap and he couldn't help but screaming, his whole body felt over heated, over charged. Then the thrusts stopped. Everything went still.
Taylor could hear a sniffling shuddering sound and realised it was him. Then came a line of heat along his body and his masters voice in his ear, whispering: "Come for me" as he stroked once softly along his cock. And he came, with a surprised sniffling moan and a force that made his knees buckle. The dildo was still lodged in his ass and he felt his muscles clamp around it as he fell to his knees, still holding on to the bars with white knuckled hands.
"mmm... you made a mess. Clean it up." Taylor let go of the bars and got down fully on the floor, licking up his come with his tongue. The movement made the dildo move and almost slide out.
"Good boy, let's replace that with something that won't slip out." Taylor kept up his cleaning but tilted his ass upwards eagerly. He heard the lid of the box opening and then Hugh's heat was next to him again, the dildo was removed and the plug inserted securely. Taylor almost purred but as the plug brushed against his prostate the purr turned into a moan.
"You like that, huh. Such a filthy little slut. You will have that in all day while I'm gone, and make sure you are clean when I come back."
The floor was clean now and Taylor shifted into kneeling position again - he felt drained and ready for a nap but despite that there was a weak current of pleasure running up and down his spine.
"I will be entertaining guests tonight. Be ready to serve." His masters words caused a surge of arousal, Taylor really loved it when Hugh showed him off and maybe there would be other pets to play with as well...
He helped Hugh shower and get ready but as soon as the door closed behind him Taylor retreated to his cage and curled up for a nap, he fell asleep with a smile on his lips.