Fic: Yes, sir
I need to find myself a TSN icon. Or maybe just an icon of a dildo or something, except that would probably get more use than anything else. =_=
Fic: Yes, sir
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5,300 words
Warning: Domestic servant kinky sex
Disclaimer: This is fictionfictionfiction and I make no money from it.
Summary: The one where Eduardo roleplays as Mark's domestic servant and wears a butt plug.
Notes: WHAT IS THIS SUMMARY EVEN? Points for accuracy at least? Thank you so much to anon-beta for volunteering to take this one on after I made shameless sadeyes on kink meme! Original prompt here.
Yes, Sir
It was a Saturday, Mark’s favorite day of the week. Ever since he had Wardo back in his life, he was happy to stay at home on weekends instead of going in to work seven days a week. He had a lot more incentive to use his house now.
Mark walked into his unnecessarily large dining room. It was an absurd size for just two people. However, the extravagance had lately started to serve a purpose. Next to the long, glossy dining table was Eduardo, dressed to the nines in a slim-fitting suit, complete with a waistcoat and navy blue tie. His suit was a solid black against his starched white shirt and he was the perfect finishing touch to the room.
“Your dinner is ready, sir,” said Eduardo politely, though his gaze on Mark was warm. It might have seemed out of place considering what they were doing, but Mark preferred it like that, liked to still be able to see what Eduardo was feeling.
Mark walked slowly over to the table like he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be there. “There’s this program that I’ve been thinking of coding and I’ve just had a thought-”
The slightest frown started between Eduardo’s eyebrows. “You have to eat more regularly, sir.”
“I can eat whenever I like,” said Mark flippantly, stopping near Eduardo who was standing so straight, with exquisitely perfect posture.
“You’re right,” agreed Eduardo, eyes dropping to the ground.
Mark pursed his lips, looking at the variety of food laid out. “You’ve put a lot of effort into this.”
It wasn’t a question, but Eduardo answered, “Yes, sir.”
“I'll eat now instead of later then,” said Mark, moving to stand in front of a chair.
Eduardo pulled it out, unable to hide the small smile he was wearing. Mark was pleased, happy that it was so easy to give his Wardo what he wanted.
Looking at the steak and assorted vegetables, complete with a bottle of wine placed in the middle of the table, Mark decided he would prefer a Coke rather than alcohol. He wanted his mind sharp tonight.
“I’d like a glass of Coke,” he said in a brisk tone.
Eduardo nodded and headed towards the kitchen. As he walked by, Mark reached out and trailed a finger along his waist. The touch would have been very light through Eduardo's many layers of clothing, but Eduardo’s smooth gait stuttered into a short stumble before he caught himself again. Mark smiled to himself.
Once Mark had his coke, he began digging into his food. He wasn’t actually feeling very hungry and his mind lingered on other more interesting appetites he could be indulging. After twenty minutes of slow eating while running through lines of code in his head as a distraction, he finally pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth with a neatly folded napkin. He usually wouldn’t bother with such things, but Wardo had gone to such lengths after all.
Quietly, Eduardo asked, “What else can I get you, sir?”
Mark wondered how he should start this today and decided to go with his usual blunt, matter-of-fact manner, too excited to ponder too long over this.
Looking up, Mark ignored his question and posed one of his own. “Have you used your stimulator today?”
Eduardo seemed to falter for a moment before answering hesitantly, “No. Sir.”
“I want you to put it on now,” said Mark in his usual flat intonation, the same tone he might use to ask for Eduardo to get more salt for his food.
Seeming to catch his footing again, Eduardo only nodded. “Yes, sir. Very well.”
He could read in the lines of Eduardo’s body that he was going to head to his room to prepare.
“Do it here,” Mark ordered, dropping another bombshell.
This time, Eduardo visibly balked. “This is the dining room, sir.”
“I would never have guessed what with all the chairs and the dining table and my meal in front of me.” The words were mean but Mark’s eyes were amused, affectionate.
Eduardo looked down, suitably chastened. “Yes, sir.”
Mark huffed with put-on impatience, “Anytime today would be good.”
Ever the obedient servant, Eduardo began unbuttoning his pants slowly. His fingers betrayed a faint tremor as he undid his buttons and hook before moving carefully to his zipper. Mark watched avidly as he brought the glass of Coke to his mouth for a sip. When Eduardo stepped out of his pants, folding them neatly and placing them over a chair, Mark was glad that his mouth was preoccupied so he didn’t have to check for unsightly drooling.
Eduardo was wearing a slip of an underwear, closer to panties than to briefs. The small black triangle could barely hold his cock, the obscene bulge presenting a tempting sight to Mark. He gestured for Eduardo to come closer and was obeyed immediately. Keeping his face as neutral as possible, he reached out and felt up Eduardo’s cock through his panties, molding his hand around the twitching bulge covered in smooth, thin fabric. Mark made a sound of approval and squeezed gently, earning a shudder from Eduardo as he watched those dark lashes fluttering unconsciously.
He patted Eduardo’s semi-hard dick in dismissal and ever observant, Eduardo stepped backwards. Moving towards one of the cabinets, Mark pulled out the butt plug with vibration options and the bottle of lube that he had stashed in the drawer earlier. The sleek blue butt plug was slightly larger than medium-size, but made of softer, flexible silicone. It curved at the end, for better results according to the forum he had been browsing.
Eduardo took off his underwear, bending over gracefully and stepping out of them before laying them neatly on a chair as well. He reached out and took the lubricant from Mark’s hands, only the slightest unsteadiness showing in his hold. He squeezed some lube onto one hand and looked like he was about to reach backwards when Mark stopped him.
“Prop your leg on a chair. I want to be able to see so I can be sure you’re doing it right.”
That was definitely a body shiver there.
“Yes, sir,” said Eduardo, voice still smooth and calm as he pulled out a chair and lifted one ridiculously long, slender leg onto the chair. Tilting his hips upwards, he was completely visible to Mark’s greedy eyes.
Eduardo pressed one finger against his hole, slowly working it in. His face remained expressionless as he steadily pushed his finger in up to the knuckle. The only thing that betrayed him was the long, silent breath he released, his chest deflating with the move.
"Thrust your finger until I tell you to stop," Mark ordered in a monotone.
He wondered if he was imagining the flush starting on Wardo's tanned skin, as he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in slowly. Mark stared at the moving finger and shifted in his seat, wanting to palm his cock, which had hardened as soon as Eduardo started taking off his pants.
"Add more lube and stretch yourself out for the plug," directed Mark.
Eduardo pulled out and slicked two fingers, his hands definitely unsteady this time. He pressed them both in carefully before scissoring his fingers and twisting them. His breathing was now getting ragged, and his semi-arousal was slowly but surely hardening into a complete erection, pointing forward in wanton need. Mark wanted to take Eduardo's cock and suck it into his mouth so he could feel it harden against his tongue and lips. But he had time for that some other day.
Now, he just watched as Eduardo continued to fuck himself painstakingly on his own fingers. Still in his perfectly pressed suit but bare from waist down and moving his fingers into his own hole, Eduardo was a breathtaking sight. His carefully neutral expression was cracking at the edges, lips parting at times to breathe slowly and deeply, lashes fluttering a little at the sensations he must be feeling. Every time their eyes met, Eduardo's was dark and heated, so full of want before he tried to force it down, to be an emotionless servant with no needs so that he could better fulfill his master's.
"Are you ready yet?" asked Mark, affecting a bored tone.
"Yes, sir," answered Eduardo with just the slightest break in his voice.
Mark finally stood up from his chair, ignoring his own hard on. The way Eduardo's eyes dipped to Mark's groin meant that he had noticed though.
Mark commented, "I'll check to see if you've done a thorough job. Pull your fingers out and stay in that stance."
He could see Eduardo shiver as he came nearer. Mark smiled, very faintly, which Eduardo didn't see because he had his eyes trained to the floor like he couldn't afford to look up right then.
Stepping right into Eduardo's personal space, Mark reached out and touched a finger to his shiny, lubed entrance. Eduardo could not stop the full-body twitch though his stare remained determinedly on the ground to the right of Mark. Well, that would hardly do.
Mark pushed two fingers in, knowing Eduardo could take it since he had just stretched himself out diligently. He could see Eduardo trying his hardest to remain still, to not move as the fingers pushed in all the way, pressing deeper relentlessly and then crooking up.
Eduardo jerked, a gasp escaping as his eyes snapped up. He looked at Mark, all wide-eyed and beautiful and Mark couldn't resist thrusting his fingers again. This time, Eduardo bit off an actual moan, his legs trembling as he pushed back against Mark's fingers a little.
So beautiful...
Mark pushed up with his fingers in quick succession, making sure to press against Eduardo's prostate unerringly. Eduardo's hips jerked towards his fingers and pre-come started to bead out from the tip of his dick. He gasped again, eyes squeezed shut as his body moved.
"I'm just making sure that you’ve lubricated your hole well enough," said Mark crudely, an almost offhand remark.
"Ngh," Eduardo choked out as he tilted his hips into Mark's quick fingers again.
Deciding he needed to stop now before he would be unable to resist fucking Eduardo over the table, Mark sighed and pulled his fingers out before moving back one small step.
Mark said, "You've done an adequate job. Now lubricate the plug and put it in yourself."
Eduardo stood there shivering for about ten heartbeats before he reached for the plug with shaky hands.
Eduardo slicked the plug up with lubrication, covering the blue silicone from tip to end. Before the flat, wide end of the plug, the silicone narrowed abruptly in a ring to allow for the anal muscles to close more naturally around it. Only the best for Eduardo, after all. Mark wanted him to be comfortable because he was going to have it up his ass for a good many hours, if everything went according to plan.
When it was slick enough, Eduardo pressed the tip of the plug to his hole with a nervous hand. His leg was still propped up on the chair, his other hand leaning on the table for balance. He pushed it in steadily, taking deep breaths as he penetrated himself with the blue shaft.
Mark watched hungrily as the silicone inched its way into Eduardo's ass, imagining how good it would feel if it was his own cock pressing in there instead. Idly, he pressed the palm of his hand against his hard-on through his sweatpants.
Dark eyes immediately snapped to his hand pressed against his groin. Mark smiled and rubbed his throbbing erection. He knew he must look indecent, arousal an obvious line in his thin pants.
"Keep going," Mark ordered.
Eduardo's eyes didn't move as he pressed the plug all the way in, though he did gasp when it was fully inside. Mark murmured in approval, and unashamedly, reached into his sweatpants to squeeze his own erection. When Eduardo licked his lips at the sight, Mark pushed his pants lower and pulled his hard cock out so that Eduardo could see what he was doing.
"I like to see things up your ass," said Mark, in a factual, explanatory tone.
Eduardo's legs were trembling, as if as those words were a physical touch against his straining dick.
Mark continued, "Fuck yourself with it. But make it slow. I don't want you to come yet."
Letting out a low whimper, Eduardo gripped the plug by the flared base and pulled it out slowly. As he pushed it in again, his hips thrust backwards slightly, like he couldn't help it. Mark bit down on a moan and pulled at his cock in response. He was jerking off at a faster pace than Eduardo's hand, eating up every moment of Eduardo's fluttering lashes and unsteady, jerking hands.
"Does it feel good?" he demanded.
"Yes- Yes, sir," whispered Eduardo, cheeks flushed.
Fuck, Mark was close just from watching Eduardo's greedy ass being penetrated, from imagining that he was fucking into that clenching hole, from soaking in the indecency of doing all this in the dining room. He thrust into his hand a few more times, spreading the pre-come along the rest of his cock. Eduardo's eyes were wide and dilated, staring at Mark's hands even as his own sped up.
Mark snapped out, "Press it in and hold it there."
A little groan escaped Eduardo as he did as he was told, hand unmoving against the flat base of the plug.
It took a few tries for Mark to pull out the plug's remote control from his hoodie's pocket. He was so close, his other hand still stripping off his cock. Without looking down, he flicked the switch to the second setting.
Eduardo cried out, arching his back in a perfect line as his cock jerked. Biting down on his lip, Mark breathed in shakily and tightened his grip, pulled on his cock faster. When Eduardo let out another cry, hips twisting desperately in the air, Mark came. He jerked and pulsed in his own grip, his hand still moving as he bent over a little and panted through his orgasm. His legs were shaking as he continued jerking off, dripping his semen all over his pristine marble tiles.
When he looked up again, he groaned as he watched Eduardo standing there, body trembling as one hand gripped the edge of the table and the other was clenched around the back of the chair, knuckles white. His cock was flushed, leaking steadily now.
Mark let out a shaky breath, and flicked the vibrator off. Eduardo slumped visibly like the steel in his spine had just been removed. He stood there, open to Mark's gaze, eyes a little glazed. Mark reached out and grabbed a napkin from the dining table and wiped his hand off on it.
Stepping forward, Mark pressed his fingers against the plug to check that it was flush against Eduardo's ass. He pried Eduardo's hands away from the furniture gently, and lifted his foot off the chair. Eduardo stood there with his legs spread, staring at Mark with parted, wet lips.
Mark picked up the little slip of underwear, and crouched down to help Eduardo into it. Obediently, Eduardo lifted his legs when nudged, and soon, the underwear was being slipped over his hips. He gasped when Mark molded it over his erection, touching the damp patch the tip of his cock was leaving on the fabric.
"When you've done all your work, I'll reward you," said Mark, groping Eduardo's cock meaningfully.
Eduardo only nodded, still shaky and his arousal obviously straining in his underwear. Mark reached around to pat his bottom. The plug couldn't even be felt unless Mark really pressed between Eduardo's cheeks.
Stepping away, Mark motioned for Eduardo to put on his pants. He watched as Eduardo followed the silent order, needing a few tries to properly work the zip and clasps.
"Clean up the mess, Wardo," said Mark, gesturing at the splatters of his semen on the floor.
"Yes, sir." Eduardo picked up another napkin and knelt down. His movements were jerky, unlike his usually graceful motions. He must have been feeling very full with the plug in him, the curved head pressing occasionally against his prostate as he moved around.
While he was on his knees, Mark flicked the vibrator function on to the first setting. He observed the sudden bow in Eduardo's spine and watched as his hands shook even more and made a mess of the floor-cleaning.
Mark smiled and turned the vibrations off. He listened to Eduardo's soft pants for a moment.
"I'll be in my office. Come and see me when you're done with this and the dishes."
Not waiting for a response, he left the room at a relaxed pace, anticipating a very enjoyable day ahead of him.
# # # # #
It had been three hours since Eduardo had the plug put in him. Mark had watched him move gingerly around the house, washing up the dishes and putting in a load of laundry. Somehow, Mark had managed to resist the urge to use the vibrator function. He knew that Eduardo was winding himself up trying to anticipate when Mark was going to use it.
It was almost time for the second check. Mark went down the stairs, wandering through the empty hall and rooms before heading towards the back door. He opened the unlocked door - which meant that he was right, Eduardo was out there - and looked out. Eduardo had taken off his jacket, but was still wearing his dark gray waistcoat over his shirt. He looked incongruous, standing in a modern-day backyard and wiping off the dusty table and chairs set outside while wearing a suit. Eduardo’s movements were a bit stilted as well, moving very carefully whenever he shifted or bent over.
Mark observed the scene for a moment, looking around the enclosed backyard. He had high walls surrounding his yard to keep away the eyes of prying neighbors and photographers. He was glad for his foresight.
Stepping outside, he called out, “It’s time for your next check.”
Eduardo startled, dropping the cloth. He looked like he was going to bend down to pick it up, but Mark told him not to. He didn’t have the patience for that at the moment. Eduardo nodded and made to move towards the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Mark.
Eduardo blinked at him. “You wanted to do the check now, sir?”
Mark nodded. “We can do it out here.”
Eduardo’s dark eyes went wide, his fingers already curling instinctively around the round edge of the table.
“It’ll save you the time of walking in and out, since you’re not done out here,” Mark said with a shrug. “Lower your pants, I have other work I want done today.”
He watched as Eduardo bit his lower lip and started working on his pants. Under Mark’s directions, he only pushed his pants and underwear down to his thighs.
“Bend over the table,” said Mark quietly, feeling his breath stolen from him at the sight of Eduardo out here in the sun.
Still mostly dressed except for his revealed ass, Eduardo’s skin was a lovely golden tan in the sunlight, his perfect round globes exposed for Mark’s inspection. Unable to help himself, Mark curved his hands around Eduardo’s ass and squeezed.
He heard a muffled gasp from Eduardo and allowed himself a pleased smile, since he couldn’t be seen. Gently, he parted Eduardo’s buttcheeks to reveal the base of the plug. He pressed his fingers against it for a moment, relishing the shudder he felt from Eduardo. Then he pulled it out slowly, setting it on its base on the table. Eduardo’s hole winked at him a few times, squeezing shut and opening without the silicone penetrating him anymore.
Mark rubbed a finger against his entrance, dipping in to feel a bit. He felt more than heard Eduardo’s groan.
“You need to be wetter, Wardo,” said Mark.
He felt Eduardo clench around his finger at his words. Grinning now, he pulled out and took out the tube of lube from his pocket. He lubed two fingers up and pushed them back in, making sure that he pushing in plenty of lubrication. Eduardo’s hips began to shift, moving back and forth to his motion.
He was tempted to finish the game now, just fuck Eduardo against the table out here, and watch him come apart with the sun against his sweat-drenched skin.
But he managed to resist. Maybe another day.
Mark pulled out his fingers, ignoring Eduardo’s little whimper of protest, and began lubing up the plug as well. Then he was slipping it back in, plugging Eduardo up snugly. Eduardo shivered when he squeezed those lovely round globes again.
He patted Eduardo’s backside proprietarily before saying, “You can go back to work now.”
Mark stepped away and made his way inside, while Eduardo was still bent over the table, pants pulled down to expose his ass, and trying to shakily get himself upright.
Sighing, Mark pressed his hand against his own arousal. Patience, he told himself. This wasn’t the climax he was going for yet.
# # # # #
An hour later, he called Eduardo in and set him to work on a few algorithms for Facebook. He perched himself on the desk as Eduardo reeled out equation after equation for him, back straight in his chair as his brain churned away. Mark watched with want, enjoying the show of Eduardo’s own brilliance.
Looking at that handsome face frowning in concentration, dark lashes shadowing darker eyes as Eduardo focused on the paper, Mark felt a wave of fondness combined with a strange realization. He realized that this must be how Eduardo felt sometimes, watching Mark get so immersed in his work it was like no one else existed. His feelings of pride were interrupted by the sudden loneliness.
At least Mark knew that Eduardo’s display of cleverness was for him, and he could reaffirm that any time.
Hand in his hoodie pocket, he flicked the vibration option to the first setting. He watched as Eduardo jerked in surprise, stilling his hand as he took in a deep breath. Then, he continued writing, just what Mark wanted to see. It was an incredible turn-on to think about that vibrating plug pressing inside Eduardo as he continued to work on the equations, trying to put the distractions of his body aside and willing his mind to keep turning over the algorithms.
Mark decided to increase the difficulty of the test and pushed the setting up another notch, to the second level of intensity out of three.
Eduardo’s breathing sped up, his hips shifting in his chair even as his eyes remained trained on the paper in front of him, his hand still writing. His knuckles however, were white from his tight grip around the fountain pen, his handwriting taking on a messy slant.
“Do you need any help, Wardo?” asked Mark.
Eduardo whispered, “I can do this, sir.”
“That’s a good boy,” murmured Mark.
It seemed to spur Eduardo on, the numbers and figures coming out faster even as sweat dripped down from his forehead while his body shifted restlessly in his chair. Mark realized he was going to finish it, produce the results for Mark, just as ordered. Feeling a clench of satisfaction followed by lust over this clever man, who was all his, Mark flipped the switch to the highest setting.
This time, Eduardo couldn’t suppress the cry of pleasure. His pen left a blotch of ink on the paper as he jerked abruptly, straight back arching.
“Sir, wait, I can’t,” gasped Eduardo.
“It’s alright, Wardo, I can see that you know the answer,” said Mark. “You can tell me later.”
“Ah, ah, I-” His back still arched, Eduardo’s hips were moving with urgency, pushing back into the chair as he threw his head back.
Mark smiled, reaching out to stroke Eduardo’s cheek. “Look at me.”
Eduardo’s opened his eyes, gaze snapping to him immediately. Exactly like that, this was how Eduardo used to stare at him all the time from the moment they met. It was a combination of want, and of fear that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. But Mark could read him now - he would give him everything he needed and wanted.
“You’ve done so well, Wardo. Do you think you can come for me?” asked Mark.
Eduardo moaned and jerked in his seat, dropping the pen to grip the chair instead. “If, if you want me to, Sir, I’ll-”
Mark’s eyes devoured this writhing form on the chair, trying to imagine how it must feel to have the plug’s vibrations pulsing in a rapid speed against his prostate. “Will you? Will you come for me, without me laying a hand on your dripping cock?”
He purposely kept his voice level as Eduardo trembled harder. “I want you to come with nothing but the plug in your ass, to come so hard that you soak through your pants, letting me see everything.”
Eduardo whimpered and did as he was told, hips lifting off the chair as he jerked and came in his pants. He kept pushing his hips up into the air, working himself through his orgasm.
Mark was so hard that his sweatpants felt like almost too much sensation against his dick.
“Well done,” he murmured as Eduardo slowly slumped back into the chair.
Mark flicked the vibrator off and pulled Eduardo out of the chair.
He was ready to finish the game.
# # # # #
Mark walked them to the adjoining master bedroom, leading a dazed and shaky Eduardo.
He turned himself around before they reached the bed and stopped Eduardo there.
“Do you think you can get hard again?” asked Mark.
He reached out and palmed Eduardo’s cock through his pants, feeling how it was still semi-hard from the orgasm. He rubbed, listening to Eduardo’s ragged breathing, massaging until he could feel the wetness from the earlier orgasm seep through his pants. Eduardo squirmed in his grasp.
Mark smiled. “I’ll help you.”
Staring at him, Eduardo only nodded helplessly.
Mark flicked the vibrator back on, drinking in the little cries and whimpers escaping Eduardo’s lips. Finally, he allowed himself to lean forward and kiss Eduardo hard, nipping on those soft, parted lips, licking into that wet mouth. Eduardo’s hands clenched around his shoulders as he shuddered, and his mouth was almost too slack to kiss.
Then Mark pulled away, enough to pull off his hoodie. Eduardo’s gaze sharpened a little, roaming down Mark’s bare chest. Quickly, Mark shucked out of his pants as well.
“Strip,” he ordered and Eduardo obeyed.
Mark was already crawling onto the bed as Eduardo pulled off his waistcoat. He laid down on his back as Eduardo finished with his buttons, shrugged off his shirt, and started to work on his pants. Eduardo shivered as he bent over and took off his pants awkwardly, shifting to accommodate the vibrating plug inside him. Mark began jerking himself off leisurely, drawing his fingers through the pre-come on his dick. He picked up the bottle of lube on the bedside table and drizzled the lubrication on his erection.
Eduardo stared at him when he finally straightened, completely naked. His voice was raw when he spoke.
“Can I help you with that, sir?”
Mark smiled. What excellent service he was getting.
“Your last chore of the day is to take out that plug and ride my cock,” he said, dispassionate voice belied by his smile.
He saw a flicker of an answering grin on Eduardo’s lips. Then Eduardo was reaching back, shuddering as he tugged at the still vibrating dildo. Eduardo’s cock was almost fully hard again, and his nipples were small and tight from arousal. He knew Eduardo was almost overwhelmed by lust when he just dropped the plug on the bed carelessly, before crawling on the bed over Mark’s body.
Settling himself above Mark’s cock, he reached down to hold it in place. Mark shivered at the feel of Eduardo’s hand on his erection.
“Is this alright, sir?” asked Eduardo as seriously as he could.
“It’s alright,” said Mark with a half-shrug. “But I need you to do a thorough job.”
Eduardo nodded. “I’ll do my best, sir.”
Then he dragged the head of Mark’s cock along his crack before fitting it against his entrance. Mark’s hands clenched in the bedsheets as his cock slowly entered that open, grasping heat. Eduardo grunted as he worked himself down onto Mark’s erection, until he took Mark all the way in. It was easier than usual, with Eduardo’s ass opened up all afternoon by the plug.
“Fuck, Wardo, come on,” demanded Mark, shoving his hips up.
“Sir, I’ll do it, let me,” panted Eduardo harshly as he grinded down.
Eduardo began moving his hips in shallow, circular motions, rubbing Mark’s cock against his prostate with every pelvic grind from the way he was crying out. Mark helped, pushing up with the circular movement and using a hand to pull Eduardo off.
“Ah, ah, please, sir, please,” cried Eduardo, eyes wide and desperate.
Even though it was so close after his first orgasm, his cock was already drooling again, and Mark was rubbing his thumb over the continuously wet head.
“You have to make me come first, Wardo,” Mark whispered.
Eduardo was nodding, shaking and rolling his hips faster, his body an overwhelming, sinuous curve. The tight friction and the clenching muscles made Mark groan and thrust up in quicker motions. Eduardo’s hips slowed down in response, he was losing his rhythm, instead just gasping and grinding back at Mark. He was so beautiful, his long lashes fluttering and lips gaping as he let out soft whines.
Mark pushed up a few more times, baring his teeth as he came hard. He continued thrusting up into Eduardo’s ass, feeling his passageway become slicker with his come.
“Mark, Mark,” chanted Eduardo, mindlessly moving his body.
Mark’s limbs felt limp from his hard orgasm, his extremities tingling. Mark forced his eyes open, and circled his hand around Eduardo’s flushed cock.
“Can you feel that, Eduardo? Don’t you just want to let go now with my cock still in you, my come dripping out of your ass now?”
Eduardo hunched over as his cock pulsed in Mark’s hand, coming as Mark stroked him through it, coaxing the semen out of him.
All Mark could hear was his heartbeat and Eduardo’s loud gasps.
When he felt himself capable of thought again, he rubbed Eduardo’s softening cock affectionately before nudging him up. Eduardo lifted himself off Mark, tipping over onto his side in a boneless languor.
Mark smiled. His stomach was a mess from Eduardo’s come and the sheets were probably ruined from all the sweat and semen.
He pulled Eduardo closer, tangling their sweaty limbs together. Eduardo curled into him, and pressed his face against Mark’s neck.
Running a hand down that long back, Mark asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“So fucking good, Mark,” said Eduardo, words smudging together in unusual carelessness. “Knew you would be a good employer.”
Mark smiled, rubbed a hand across that wet ass. “Knew you would make a great sex-servant.”
“It’s called a general assistant, thank you very much.”
Chuckling, Mark kissed him behind his ear, nosing into his sweaty hair.
Eduardo sighed in satisfaction. “Next weekend’s your turn to pick something.”
Mark curled a hand around his neck. It was almost unfair that it was his turn next week when he had so enjoyed Eduardo’s butt plug game.
Almost unfair.
He started plotting an idea where Eduardo would have to be a good little general assistant, and spread his legs in public to satisfy Mark’s needs.
“Go to sleep, Wardo,” he murmured.
He needed Eduardo to be rested up for his plans.
END
One more note: Mark is a genius at programming and coming up with hot kinky scenarios, y/y?
Fic: Yes, sir
Fandom: The Social Network
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5,300 words
Warning: Domestic servant kinky sex
Disclaimer: This is fictionfictionfiction and I make no money from it.
Summary: The one where Eduardo roleplays as Mark's domestic servant and wears a butt plug.
Notes: WHAT IS THIS SUMMARY EVEN? Points for accuracy at least? Thank you so much to anon-beta for volunteering to take this one on after I made shameless sadeyes on kink meme! Original prompt here.
Yes, Sir
It was a Saturday, Mark’s favorite day of the week. Ever since he had Wardo back in his life, he was happy to stay at home on weekends instead of going in to work seven days a week. He had a lot more incentive to use his house now.
Mark walked into his unnecessarily large dining room. It was an absurd size for just two people. However, the extravagance had lately started to serve a purpose. Next to the long, glossy dining table was Eduardo, dressed to the nines in a slim-fitting suit, complete with a waistcoat and navy blue tie. His suit was a solid black against his starched white shirt and he was the perfect finishing touch to the room.
“Your dinner is ready, sir,” said Eduardo politely, though his gaze on Mark was warm. It might have seemed out of place considering what they were doing, but Mark preferred it like that, liked to still be able to see what Eduardo was feeling.
Mark walked slowly over to the table like he wasn’t sure that he wanted to be there. “There’s this program that I’ve been thinking of coding and I’ve just had a thought-”
The slightest frown started between Eduardo’s eyebrows. “You have to eat more regularly, sir.”
“I can eat whenever I like,” said Mark flippantly, stopping near Eduardo who was standing so straight, with exquisitely perfect posture.
“You’re right,” agreed Eduardo, eyes dropping to the ground.
Mark pursed his lips, looking at the variety of food laid out. “You’ve put a lot of effort into this.”
It wasn’t a question, but Eduardo answered, “Yes, sir.”
“I'll eat now instead of later then,” said Mark, moving to stand in front of a chair.
Eduardo pulled it out, unable to hide the small smile he was wearing. Mark was pleased, happy that it was so easy to give his Wardo what he wanted.
Looking at the steak and assorted vegetables, complete with a bottle of wine placed in the middle of the table, Mark decided he would prefer a Coke rather than alcohol. He wanted his mind sharp tonight.
“I’d like a glass of Coke,” he said in a brisk tone.
Eduardo nodded and headed towards the kitchen. As he walked by, Mark reached out and trailed a finger along his waist. The touch would have been very light through Eduardo's many layers of clothing, but Eduardo’s smooth gait stuttered into a short stumble before he caught himself again. Mark smiled to himself.
Once Mark had his coke, he began digging into his food. He wasn’t actually feeling very hungry and his mind lingered on other more interesting appetites he could be indulging. After twenty minutes of slow eating while running through lines of code in his head as a distraction, he finally pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth with a neatly folded napkin. He usually wouldn’t bother with such things, but Wardo had gone to such lengths after all.
Quietly, Eduardo asked, “What else can I get you, sir?”
Mark wondered how he should start this today and decided to go with his usual blunt, matter-of-fact manner, too excited to ponder too long over this.
Looking up, Mark ignored his question and posed one of his own. “Have you used your stimulator today?”
Eduardo seemed to falter for a moment before answering hesitantly, “No. Sir.”
“I want you to put it on now,” said Mark in his usual flat intonation, the same tone he might use to ask for Eduardo to get more salt for his food.
Seeming to catch his footing again, Eduardo only nodded. “Yes, sir. Very well.”
He could read in the lines of Eduardo’s body that he was going to head to his room to prepare.
“Do it here,” Mark ordered, dropping another bombshell.
This time, Eduardo visibly balked. “This is the dining room, sir.”
“I would never have guessed what with all the chairs and the dining table and my meal in front of me.” The words were mean but Mark’s eyes were amused, affectionate.
Eduardo looked down, suitably chastened. “Yes, sir.”
Mark huffed with put-on impatience, “Anytime today would be good.”
Ever the obedient servant, Eduardo began unbuttoning his pants slowly. His fingers betrayed a faint tremor as he undid his buttons and hook before moving carefully to his zipper. Mark watched avidly as he brought the glass of Coke to his mouth for a sip. When Eduardo stepped out of his pants, folding them neatly and placing them over a chair, Mark was glad that his mouth was preoccupied so he didn’t have to check for unsightly drooling.
Eduardo was wearing a slip of an underwear, closer to panties than to briefs. The small black triangle could barely hold his cock, the obscene bulge presenting a tempting sight to Mark. He gestured for Eduardo to come closer and was obeyed immediately. Keeping his face as neutral as possible, he reached out and felt up Eduardo’s cock through his panties, molding his hand around the twitching bulge covered in smooth, thin fabric. Mark made a sound of approval and squeezed gently, earning a shudder from Eduardo as he watched those dark lashes fluttering unconsciously.
He patted Eduardo’s semi-hard dick in dismissal and ever observant, Eduardo stepped backwards. Moving towards one of the cabinets, Mark pulled out the butt plug with vibration options and the bottle of lube that he had stashed in the drawer earlier. The sleek blue butt plug was slightly larger than medium-size, but made of softer, flexible silicone. It curved at the end, for better results according to the forum he had been browsing.
Eduardo took off his underwear, bending over gracefully and stepping out of them before laying them neatly on a chair as well. He reached out and took the lubricant from Mark’s hands, only the slightest unsteadiness showing in his hold. He squeezed some lube onto one hand and looked like he was about to reach backwards when Mark stopped him.
“Prop your leg on a chair. I want to be able to see so I can be sure you’re doing it right.”
That was definitely a body shiver there.
“Yes, sir,” said Eduardo, voice still smooth and calm as he pulled out a chair and lifted one ridiculously long, slender leg onto the chair. Tilting his hips upwards, he was completely visible to Mark’s greedy eyes.
Eduardo pressed one finger against his hole, slowly working it in. His face remained expressionless as he steadily pushed his finger in up to the knuckle. The only thing that betrayed him was the long, silent breath he released, his chest deflating with the move.
"Thrust your finger until I tell you to stop," Mark ordered in a monotone.
He wondered if he was imagining the flush starting on Wardo's tanned skin, as he pulled his finger out and pushed it back in slowly. Mark stared at the moving finger and shifted in his seat, wanting to palm his cock, which had hardened as soon as Eduardo started taking off his pants.
"Add more lube and stretch yourself out for the plug," directed Mark.
Eduardo pulled out and slicked two fingers, his hands definitely unsteady this time. He pressed them both in carefully before scissoring his fingers and twisting them. His breathing was now getting ragged, and his semi-arousal was slowly but surely hardening into a complete erection, pointing forward in wanton need. Mark wanted to take Eduardo's cock and suck it into his mouth so he could feel it harden against his tongue and lips. But he had time for that some other day.
Now, he just watched as Eduardo continued to fuck himself painstakingly on his own fingers. Still in his perfectly pressed suit but bare from waist down and moving his fingers into his own hole, Eduardo was a breathtaking sight. His carefully neutral expression was cracking at the edges, lips parting at times to breathe slowly and deeply, lashes fluttering a little at the sensations he must be feeling. Every time their eyes met, Eduardo's was dark and heated, so full of want before he tried to force it down, to be an emotionless servant with no needs so that he could better fulfill his master's.
"Are you ready yet?" asked Mark, affecting a bored tone.
"Yes, sir," answered Eduardo with just the slightest break in his voice.
Mark finally stood up from his chair, ignoring his own hard on. The way Eduardo's eyes dipped to Mark's groin meant that he had noticed though.
Mark commented, "I'll check to see if you've done a thorough job. Pull your fingers out and stay in that stance."
He could see Eduardo shiver as he came nearer. Mark smiled, very faintly, which Eduardo didn't see because he had his eyes trained to the floor like he couldn't afford to look up right then.
Stepping right into Eduardo's personal space, Mark reached out and touched a finger to his shiny, lubed entrance. Eduardo could not stop the full-body twitch though his stare remained determinedly on the ground to the right of Mark. Well, that would hardly do.
Mark pushed two fingers in, knowing Eduardo could take it since he had just stretched himself out diligently. He could see Eduardo trying his hardest to remain still, to not move as the fingers pushed in all the way, pressing deeper relentlessly and then crooking up.
Eduardo jerked, a gasp escaping as his eyes snapped up. He looked at Mark, all wide-eyed and beautiful and Mark couldn't resist thrusting his fingers again. This time, Eduardo bit off an actual moan, his legs trembling as he pushed back against Mark's fingers a little.
So beautiful...
Mark pushed up with his fingers in quick succession, making sure to press against Eduardo's prostate unerringly. Eduardo's hips jerked towards his fingers and pre-come started to bead out from the tip of his dick. He gasped again, eyes squeezed shut as his body moved.
"I'm just making sure that you’ve lubricated your hole well enough," said Mark crudely, an almost offhand remark.
"Ngh," Eduardo choked out as he tilted his hips into Mark's quick fingers again.
Deciding he needed to stop now before he would be unable to resist fucking Eduardo over the table, Mark sighed and pulled his fingers out before moving back one small step.
Mark said, "You've done an adequate job. Now lubricate the plug and put it in yourself."
Eduardo stood there shivering for about ten heartbeats before he reached for the plug with shaky hands.
Eduardo slicked the plug up with lubrication, covering the blue silicone from tip to end. Before the flat, wide end of the plug, the silicone narrowed abruptly in a ring to allow for the anal muscles to close more naturally around it. Only the best for Eduardo, after all. Mark wanted him to be comfortable because he was going to have it up his ass for a good many hours, if everything went according to plan.
When it was slick enough, Eduardo pressed the tip of the plug to his hole with a nervous hand. His leg was still propped up on the chair, his other hand leaning on the table for balance. He pushed it in steadily, taking deep breaths as he penetrated himself with the blue shaft.
Mark watched hungrily as the silicone inched its way into Eduardo's ass, imagining how good it would feel if it was his own cock pressing in there instead. Idly, he pressed the palm of his hand against his hard-on through his sweatpants.
Dark eyes immediately snapped to his hand pressed against his groin. Mark smiled and rubbed his throbbing erection. He knew he must look indecent, arousal an obvious line in his thin pants.
"Keep going," Mark ordered.
Eduardo's eyes didn't move as he pressed the plug all the way in, though he did gasp when it was fully inside. Mark murmured in approval, and unashamedly, reached into his sweatpants to squeeze his own erection. When Eduardo licked his lips at the sight, Mark pushed his pants lower and pulled his hard cock out so that Eduardo could see what he was doing.
"I like to see things up your ass," said Mark, in a factual, explanatory tone.
Eduardo's legs were trembling, as if as those words were a physical touch against his straining dick.
Mark continued, "Fuck yourself with it. But make it slow. I don't want you to come yet."
Letting out a low whimper, Eduardo gripped the plug by the flared base and pulled it out slowly. As he pushed it in again, his hips thrust backwards slightly, like he couldn't help it. Mark bit down on a moan and pulled at his cock in response. He was jerking off at a faster pace than Eduardo's hand, eating up every moment of Eduardo's fluttering lashes and unsteady, jerking hands.
"Does it feel good?" he demanded.
"Yes- Yes, sir," whispered Eduardo, cheeks flushed.
Fuck, Mark was close just from watching Eduardo's greedy ass being penetrated, from imagining that he was fucking into that clenching hole, from soaking in the indecency of doing all this in the dining room. He thrust into his hand a few more times, spreading the pre-come along the rest of his cock. Eduardo's eyes were wide and dilated, staring at Mark's hands even as his own sped up.
Mark snapped out, "Press it in and hold it there."
A little groan escaped Eduardo as he did as he was told, hand unmoving against the flat base of the plug.
It took a few tries for Mark to pull out the plug's remote control from his hoodie's pocket. He was so close, his other hand still stripping off his cock. Without looking down, he flicked the switch to the second setting.
Eduardo cried out, arching his back in a perfect line as his cock jerked. Biting down on his lip, Mark breathed in shakily and tightened his grip, pulled on his cock faster. When Eduardo let out another cry, hips twisting desperately in the air, Mark came. He jerked and pulsed in his own grip, his hand still moving as he bent over a little and panted through his orgasm. His legs were shaking as he continued jerking off, dripping his semen all over his pristine marble tiles.
When he looked up again, he groaned as he watched Eduardo standing there, body trembling as one hand gripped the edge of the table and the other was clenched around the back of the chair, knuckles white. His cock was flushed, leaking steadily now.
Mark let out a shaky breath, and flicked the vibrator off. Eduardo slumped visibly like the steel in his spine had just been removed. He stood there, open to Mark's gaze, eyes a little glazed. Mark reached out and grabbed a napkin from the dining table and wiped his hand off on it.
Stepping forward, Mark pressed his fingers against the plug to check that it was flush against Eduardo's ass. He pried Eduardo's hands away from the furniture gently, and lifted his foot off the chair. Eduardo stood there with his legs spread, staring at Mark with parted, wet lips.
Mark picked up the little slip of underwear, and crouched down to help Eduardo into it. Obediently, Eduardo lifted his legs when nudged, and soon, the underwear was being slipped over his hips. He gasped when Mark molded it over his erection, touching the damp patch the tip of his cock was leaving on the fabric.
"When you've done all your work, I'll reward you," said Mark, groping Eduardo's cock meaningfully.
Eduardo only nodded, still shaky and his arousal obviously straining in his underwear. Mark reached around to pat his bottom. The plug couldn't even be felt unless Mark really pressed between Eduardo's cheeks.
Stepping away, Mark motioned for Eduardo to put on his pants. He watched as Eduardo followed the silent order, needing a few tries to properly work the zip and clasps.
"Clean up the mess, Wardo," said Mark, gesturing at the splatters of his semen on the floor.
"Yes, sir." Eduardo picked up another napkin and knelt down. His movements were jerky, unlike his usually graceful motions. He must have been feeling very full with the plug in him, the curved head pressing occasionally against his prostate as he moved around.
While he was on his knees, Mark flicked the vibrator function on to the first setting. He observed the sudden bow in Eduardo's spine and watched as his hands shook even more and made a mess of the floor-cleaning.
Mark smiled and turned the vibrations off. He listened to Eduardo's soft pants for a moment.
"I'll be in my office. Come and see me when you're done with this and the dishes."
Not waiting for a response, he left the room at a relaxed pace, anticipating a very enjoyable day ahead of him.
# # # # #
It had been three hours since Eduardo had the plug put in him. Mark had watched him move gingerly around the house, washing up the dishes and putting in a load of laundry. Somehow, Mark had managed to resist the urge to use the vibrator function. He knew that Eduardo was winding himself up trying to anticipate when Mark was going to use it.
It was almost time for the second check. Mark went down the stairs, wandering through the empty hall and rooms before heading towards the back door. He opened the unlocked door - which meant that he was right, Eduardo was out there - and looked out. Eduardo had taken off his jacket, but was still wearing his dark gray waistcoat over his shirt. He looked incongruous, standing in a modern-day backyard and wiping off the dusty table and chairs set outside while wearing a suit. Eduardo’s movements were a bit stilted as well, moving very carefully whenever he shifted or bent over.
Mark observed the scene for a moment, looking around the enclosed backyard. He had high walls surrounding his yard to keep away the eyes of prying neighbors and photographers. He was glad for his foresight.
Stepping outside, he called out, “It’s time for your next check.”
Eduardo startled, dropping the cloth. He looked like he was going to bend down to pick it up, but Mark told him not to. He didn’t have the patience for that at the moment. Eduardo nodded and made to move towards the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Mark.
Eduardo blinked at him. “You wanted to do the check now, sir?”
Mark nodded. “We can do it out here.”
Eduardo’s dark eyes went wide, his fingers already curling instinctively around the round edge of the table.
“It’ll save you the time of walking in and out, since you’re not done out here,” Mark said with a shrug. “Lower your pants, I have other work I want done today.”
He watched as Eduardo bit his lower lip and started working on his pants. Under Mark’s directions, he only pushed his pants and underwear down to his thighs.
“Bend over the table,” said Mark quietly, feeling his breath stolen from him at the sight of Eduardo out here in the sun.
Still mostly dressed except for his revealed ass, Eduardo’s skin was a lovely golden tan in the sunlight, his perfect round globes exposed for Mark’s inspection. Unable to help himself, Mark curved his hands around Eduardo’s ass and squeezed.
He heard a muffled gasp from Eduardo and allowed himself a pleased smile, since he couldn’t be seen. Gently, he parted Eduardo’s buttcheeks to reveal the base of the plug. He pressed his fingers against it for a moment, relishing the shudder he felt from Eduardo. Then he pulled it out slowly, setting it on its base on the table. Eduardo’s hole winked at him a few times, squeezing shut and opening without the silicone penetrating him anymore.
Mark rubbed a finger against his entrance, dipping in to feel a bit. He felt more than heard Eduardo’s groan.
“You need to be wetter, Wardo,” said Mark.
He felt Eduardo clench around his finger at his words. Grinning now, he pulled out and took out the tube of lube from his pocket. He lubed two fingers up and pushed them back in, making sure that he pushing in plenty of lubrication. Eduardo’s hips began to shift, moving back and forth to his motion.
He was tempted to finish the game now, just fuck Eduardo against the table out here, and watch him come apart with the sun against his sweat-drenched skin.
But he managed to resist. Maybe another day.
Mark pulled out his fingers, ignoring Eduardo’s little whimper of protest, and began lubing up the plug as well. Then he was slipping it back in, plugging Eduardo up snugly. Eduardo shivered when he squeezed those lovely round globes again.
He patted Eduardo’s backside proprietarily before saying, “You can go back to work now.”
Mark stepped away and made his way inside, while Eduardo was still bent over the table, pants pulled down to expose his ass, and trying to shakily get himself upright.
Sighing, Mark pressed his hand against his own arousal. Patience, he told himself. This wasn’t the climax he was going for yet.
# # # # #
An hour later, he called Eduardo in and set him to work on a few algorithms for Facebook. He perched himself on the desk as Eduardo reeled out equation after equation for him, back straight in his chair as his brain churned away. Mark watched with want, enjoying the show of Eduardo’s own brilliance.
Looking at that handsome face frowning in concentration, dark lashes shadowing darker eyes as Eduardo focused on the paper, Mark felt a wave of fondness combined with a strange realization. He realized that this must be how Eduardo felt sometimes, watching Mark get so immersed in his work it was like no one else existed. His feelings of pride were interrupted by the sudden loneliness.
At least Mark knew that Eduardo’s display of cleverness was for him, and he could reaffirm that any time.
Hand in his hoodie pocket, he flicked the vibration option to the first setting. He watched as Eduardo jerked in surprise, stilling his hand as he took in a deep breath. Then, he continued writing, just what Mark wanted to see. It was an incredible turn-on to think about that vibrating plug pressing inside Eduardo as he continued to work on the equations, trying to put the distractions of his body aside and willing his mind to keep turning over the algorithms.
Mark decided to increase the difficulty of the test and pushed the setting up another notch, to the second level of intensity out of three.
Eduardo’s breathing sped up, his hips shifting in his chair even as his eyes remained trained on the paper in front of him, his hand still writing. His knuckles however, were white from his tight grip around the fountain pen, his handwriting taking on a messy slant.
“Do you need any help, Wardo?” asked Mark.
Eduardo whispered, “I can do this, sir.”
“That’s a good boy,” murmured Mark.
It seemed to spur Eduardo on, the numbers and figures coming out faster even as sweat dripped down from his forehead while his body shifted restlessly in his chair. Mark realized he was going to finish it, produce the results for Mark, just as ordered. Feeling a clench of satisfaction followed by lust over this clever man, who was all his, Mark flipped the switch to the highest setting.
This time, Eduardo couldn’t suppress the cry of pleasure. His pen left a blotch of ink on the paper as he jerked abruptly, straight back arching.
“Sir, wait, I can’t,” gasped Eduardo.
“It’s alright, Wardo, I can see that you know the answer,” said Mark. “You can tell me later.”
“Ah, ah, I-” His back still arched, Eduardo’s hips were moving with urgency, pushing back into the chair as he threw his head back.
Mark smiled, reaching out to stroke Eduardo’s cheek. “Look at me.”
Eduardo’s opened his eyes, gaze snapping to him immediately. Exactly like that, this was how Eduardo used to stare at him all the time from the moment they met. It was a combination of want, and of fear that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. But Mark could read him now - he would give him everything he needed and wanted.
“You’ve done so well, Wardo. Do you think you can come for me?” asked Mark.
Eduardo moaned and jerked in his seat, dropping the pen to grip the chair instead. “If, if you want me to, Sir, I’ll-”
Mark’s eyes devoured this writhing form on the chair, trying to imagine how it must feel to have the plug’s vibrations pulsing in a rapid speed against his prostate. “Will you? Will you come for me, without me laying a hand on your dripping cock?”
He purposely kept his voice level as Eduardo trembled harder. “I want you to come with nothing but the plug in your ass, to come so hard that you soak through your pants, letting me see everything.”
Eduardo whimpered and did as he was told, hips lifting off the chair as he jerked and came in his pants. He kept pushing his hips up into the air, working himself through his orgasm.
Mark was so hard that his sweatpants felt like almost too much sensation against his dick.
“Well done,” he murmured as Eduardo slowly slumped back into the chair.
Mark flicked the vibrator off and pulled Eduardo out of the chair.
He was ready to finish the game.
# # # # #
Mark walked them to the adjoining master bedroom, leading a dazed and shaky Eduardo.
He turned himself around before they reached the bed and stopped Eduardo there.
“Do you think you can get hard again?” asked Mark.
He reached out and palmed Eduardo’s cock through his pants, feeling how it was still semi-hard from the orgasm. He rubbed, listening to Eduardo’s ragged breathing, massaging until he could feel the wetness from the earlier orgasm seep through his pants. Eduardo squirmed in his grasp.
Mark smiled. “I’ll help you.”
Staring at him, Eduardo only nodded helplessly.
Mark flicked the vibrator back on, drinking in the little cries and whimpers escaping Eduardo’s lips. Finally, he allowed himself to lean forward and kiss Eduardo hard, nipping on those soft, parted lips, licking into that wet mouth. Eduardo’s hands clenched around his shoulders as he shuddered, and his mouth was almost too slack to kiss.
Then Mark pulled away, enough to pull off his hoodie. Eduardo’s gaze sharpened a little, roaming down Mark’s bare chest. Quickly, Mark shucked out of his pants as well.
“Strip,” he ordered and Eduardo obeyed.
Mark was already crawling onto the bed as Eduardo pulled off his waistcoat. He laid down on his back as Eduardo finished with his buttons, shrugged off his shirt, and started to work on his pants. Eduardo shivered as he bent over and took off his pants awkwardly, shifting to accommodate the vibrating plug inside him. Mark began jerking himself off leisurely, drawing his fingers through the pre-come on his dick. He picked up the bottle of lube on the bedside table and drizzled the lubrication on his erection.
Eduardo stared at him when he finally straightened, completely naked. His voice was raw when he spoke.
“Can I help you with that, sir?”
Mark smiled. What excellent service he was getting.
“Your last chore of the day is to take out that plug and ride my cock,” he said, dispassionate voice belied by his smile.
He saw a flicker of an answering grin on Eduardo’s lips. Then Eduardo was reaching back, shuddering as he tugged at the still vibrating dildo. Eduardo’s cock was almost fully hard again, and his nipples were small and tight from arousal. He knew Eduardo was almost overwhelmed by lust when he just dropped the plug on the bed carelessly, before crawling on the bed over Mark’s body.
Settling himself above Mark’s cock, he reached down to hold it in place. Mark shivered at the feel of Eduardo’s hand on his erection.
“Is this alright, sir?” asked Eduardo as seriously as he could.
“It’s alright,” said Mark with a half-shrug. “But I need you to do a thorough job.”
Eduardo nodded. “I’ll do my best, sir.”
Then he dragged the head of Mark’s cock along his crack before fitting it against his entrance. Mark’s hands clenched in the bedsheets as his cock slowly entered that open, grasping heat. Eduardo grunted as he worked himself down onto Mark’s erection, until he took Mark all the way in. It was easier than usual, with Eduardo’s ass opened up all afternoon by the plug.
“Fuck, Wardo, come on,” demanded Mark, shoving his hips up.
“Sir, I’ll do it, let me,” panted Eduardo harshly as he grinded down.
Eduardo began moving his hips in shallow, circular motions, rubbing Mark’s cock against his prostate with every pelvic grind from the way he was crying out. Mark helped, pushing up with the circular movement and using a hand to pull Eduardo off.
“Ah, ah, please, sir, please,” cried Eduardo, eyes wide and desperate.
Even though it was so close after his first orgasm, his cock was already drooling again, and Mark was rubbing his thumb over the continuously wet head.
“You have to make me come first, Wardo,” Mark whispered.
Eduardo was nodding, shaking and rolling his hips faster, his body an overwhelming, sinuous curve. The tight friction and the clenching muscles made Mark groan and thrust up in quicker motions. Eduardo’s hips slowed down in response, he was losing his rhythm, instead just gasping and grinding back at Mark. He was so beautiful, his long lashes fluttering and lips gaping as he let out soft whines.
Mark pushed up a few more times, baring his teeth as he came hard. He continued thrusting up into Eduardo’s ass, feeling his passageway become slicker with his come.
“Mark, Mark,” chanted Eduardo, mindlessly moving his body.
Mark’s limbs felt limp from his hard orgasm, his extremities tingling. Mark forced his eyes open, and circled his hand around Eduardo’s flushed cock.
“Can you feel that, Eduardo? Don’t you just want to let go now with my cock still in you, my come dripping out of your ass now?”
Eduardo hunched over as his cock pulsed in Mark’s hand, coming as Mark stroked him through it, coaxing the semen out of him.
All Mark could hear was his heartbeat and Eduardo’s loud gasps.
When he felt himself capable of thought again, he rubbed Eduardo’s softening cock affectionately before nudging him up. Eduardo lifted himself off Mark, tipping over onto his side in a boneless languor.
Mark smiled. His stomach was a mess from Eduardo’s come and the sheets were probably ruined from all the sweat and semen.
He pulled Eduardo closer, tangling their sweaty limbs together. Eduardo curled into him, and pressed his face against Mark’s neck.
Running a hand down that long back, Mark asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“So fucking good, Mark,” said Eduardo, words smudging together in unusual carelessness. “Knew you would be a good employer.”
Mark smiled, rubbed a hand across that wet ass. “Knew you would make a great sex-servant.”
“It’s called a general assistant, thank you very much.”
Chuckling, Mark kissed him behind his ear, nosing into his sweaty hair.
Eduardo sighed in satisfaction. “Next weekend’s your turn to pick something.”
Mark curled a hand around his neck. It was almost unfair that it was his turn next week when he had so enjoyed Eduardo’s butt plug game.
Almost unfair.
He started plotting an idea where Eduardo would have to be a good little general assistant, and spread his legs in public to satisfy Mark’s needs.
“Go to sleep, Wardo,” he murmured.
He needed Eduardo to be rested up for his plans.
END
One more note: Mark is a genius at programming and coming up with hot kinky scenarios, y/y?