foodispriority | Chase Your Cares Away: Marv/Don

(OOC: NSFW - explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics. More content notes to [heh] come!)

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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-

It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.

It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.

He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.

Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.

His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.

"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."

Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.

"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.

"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"

"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."

Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.

"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"

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Don opens the door to Marvelous’s cabin slowly, and peers in to see Marvelous lying back on his bed, looking utterly exhausted. He’d been right to come after him, he thinks - it had seemed too strange when Marvelous had gone back to his room without even a bit of nosing about in the kitchen, pestering Don about what’s for dinner and murmuring naughty things in his ears to distract him from cooking. Don doesn’t mind cooking dinner in peace and quiet sometimes, but not if it’s because Marvelous is worn out or upset about something.

“Marvelous?” he calls from the doorway. “Are you alright?”

He expects Marvelous to blow him off; Marvelous doesn’t like talking about his feelings, never has, and while they’ve made some progress there, Don doesn’t expect him to open up all at once. But this time, Marvelous surprises him, not just with the act of talking about his feelings but also with the feelings themselves.

Marvelous doesn’t want to be captain?

Don realizes as Marvelous continues, though, that he hadn’t quite understood him properly at first, and it’s not a matter of Marvelous really not wanting to be the captain. Don does his best to listen carefully, and doesn’t interrupt while Marvelous explains. He’d never known Marvelous got so fatigued by his responsibilities - probably because Marvelous is always working so hard at concealing his feelings, but that’s beside the point. Don’s heart breaks a little listening to him talk about how tired he is, and how much he needs a break from it all, even just a temporary one.

And of course, once he’s finished explaining, Marvelous straightens himself up and says he’s fine. It’s so typical of Marvelous to follow a genuine confession of his own feelings with a quick remark to pretend like it hadn’t happened, hadn’t mattered. Don’s not about to let him get away with it, though. He ignores Marvelous’s question about dinner and slips an arm around his shoulders.

“Come here,” he says, and pulls Marvelous toward him. Marvelous is much stronger than him, so he could resist if he wanted to, but he usually lets Don touch him however he wants, and now is no exception. Don lays Marvelous’s head against his chest and works the fingers of his free hand into his dark hair. It’s the sort of gesture Marvelous does for him a lot, when he’s worried or tired or in need of comfort; Don hopes it’ll feel good for Marvelous, too.

“Just rest a minute,” he says softly, rubbing Marvelous’s shoulder as he holds him close. “There’s nothing that needs your attention right now, just relax.” He starts massaging Marvelous’s scalp with his fingertips to help him relax - it probably won’t feel as good as if Joe did it, but no one can measure up to Joe when it comes to massage anyway. “Just relax,” he repeats, and hopes it’ll work.

Edited Date: 2013-01-09 04:19 am (UTC)

Marvelous doesn't even need to panic about having confessed his feelings - at all - because Don is the least judgemental member of his crew. There's no reason to feel embarrassed because Don will always empathise with him, and keeps insisting that Marvelous is welcome to talk about feelings any time if he wants to, even though in Don's experience he never really has. He really doesn't want to stop seeming strong in Don's eyes.

That intention goes right out the porthole when Don touches him so gently that it seems impossible to accept the amount of determination that's mixed in there too. Don is the type to back off as soon as you put up limits (not that Marvelous has ever had to!), and to apologize a little more than is necessary, but he also knows when an excuse is just an excuse. He's perceptive. He knows Marvelous far too well, and he won't be fobbed off when something is real.

Don pulls Marvelous's head to rest against his chest, and Marvelous smiles to himself. He can hear Don's heart beating at a slightly quicker pace than usual. He hopes that's not because he's upset Don, but Don is radiating calm and competence, so he could be wrong about that.

Just rest a minute, Don says, just relax. His touch is soothing in its repetitiveness; his hand rubbing circles on Marvelous's shoulder, and then his fingers in Marvelous's hair that massage and encourage him to focus on that feeling and nothing else.

Oh, yes, he was trying to stop thinking.

What if somebody needs something?, he wants to protest, but he really can't. He literally just checked in on everyone, one after the other, and they were all getting on with their own rituals for winding down after a battle. Marvelous doesn't exactly have one of those, unless sex counts.

He wants to protest a lot of things, but he doesn't. Don is too soft, and warm, and intent on making him feel better, and Marvelous is having trouble remembering why he should interfere with that. He lets some of the tension out of his body and relaxes more fully against Don, murmuring a soft sound of pleasure against him.

"Feels good," he confesses with a smile. Maybe just a minute of this is okay.

Don smiles when he feels Marvelous’s tension starting to ease out of him. He hadn’t been certain that it would work at all - since when has touch ever made Marvelous less excited? - so he’s very happy to see Marvelous relax, and to hear him say that what Don is doing feels good.

“There, that’s it,” he murmurs, continuing to massage Marvelous with slow, soothing motions. It’s so good to see Marvelous actually resting, for once, even if it’s only for a minute. “You work so hard,” he says. “You take such good care of all of us, and I know it’s not easy. It’s okay if you need to rest sometimes; it doesn’t make you weak. There’s no shame in resting when you’re tired.” He gives Marvelous a gentle squeeze. “Didn’t you once tell me, ‘Just do what you can’? It goes for you, too, you know.” Don leans down to kiss the top of Marvelous’s head before going back to the massaging motions he’d been doing before, and taking the quiet calmness as a moment to think.

It’s good that Marvelous is relaxing with him, but it doesn’t entirely solve the problem. Marvelous had said that he’s exhausted of having so many responsibilities, and having to decide things all the time. Don had understood perfectly well about that; the comparison to everything that goes into preparing a meal had been particularly apt. But it’s not about being captain of the Galleon, exactly. What was it he’d said? I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need.

The word scenario pings something in Don’s brain. He and Marvelous have done quite a bit of fantasy play lately, acting out scenarios that neither of them wants to actually happen in real life, but that are exciting and fun to play in a safe, controlled context. And what Marvelous had described sounds exactly like that. What he needs is a fantasy scenario where someone else is in charge, making all the decisions, and he can completely relax and enjoy the ride. Don blushes a little just thinking about it; they’ve never done power play that way before, but it certainly has a lot of potential to be enjoyable for them both. He knows he'd probably enjoy pushing Marvelous around a bit, without getting any argument back about it!

“So,” he says, stroking his hand up and down Marvelous’s arm, “what would you think if I told you I’d thought of a way you might be able to get away from all those pesky responsibilities and decisions for a while?” He slips his other hand down to stroke the shell of Marvelous's ear with his fingertips. "Would you want to hear about that?"

"I'm not tired," Marvelous says, trying his utmost not to make it sound like a child's stubborn protest against having to go to bed early. Don isn't saying anything bad or wrong, nothing that Marvelous wouldn't say himself to anyone else in his situation if it were his responsibility to reassure them, but it's different when it's being directed towards him, he isn't used to it. It's very reminiscent of feelings.

It's clearly his own fault for starting it!

He can't help preening a little inwardly at the compliments though; you work so hard, you take such good care of us all. Don wouldn't say something if he didn't mean it, they aren't empty platitudes. The words make Marvelous feel energized - it isn't like he's underappreciated by the crew! - but hearing it out loud never gets old. Combining that with the way he is pressed so close to Don's body Marvelous feels his libido kick right back in, not that it had ever really left! He enjoys the quiet moments between himself and Don, Don is the biggest fan of close contact and snuggling he's ever known, and Marvelous is a fan of basically any form of bodily contact so it works out nicely. But, admittedly, with his sex drive he tends to be less fidgety about the extended contact that teases at every one of his senses if he's been able to get off first.

He could just push Don right back onto the bed right now, kiss him thoroughly as a thank you for being there for Marvelous, for being prepared to listen, and comfort him, except that Marvelous doesn't want to admit the being in need of comforting thing. Gratitude is much easier to express physically. Don is touching him with such tenderness and it would only be fair to touch him back! He could do so many things to Don to make himself understood - run hands all over Don's body with a practised touch, follow those paths with his mouth, pleasure him until he was crying out.

When Don's voice lowers a little in tone and his fingers move to play across Marvelous's ear he feels even more eager to do so. But what Don says is intriguing - an idea that might mean Marvelous can shrug off his responsibilities for a while? He is curious.

"Tell me," he says, tilting his chin up and brushing his open mouth across the skin of Don's neck.

Don lets out a pleasant little sigh when Marvelous’s lips brush over his neck. He loves all the different ways Marvelous has of kissing him - soft and teasing like this, slow and gentle, deep and passionate, or sometimes, rough and claiming, like he wants to take Don’s mouth as his plunder. He could be content to just sit and let Marvelous kiss his neck some more, but he doesn’t think he can get through the explanation of his idea with Marvelous’s lips pressed to one of his more sensitive places.

“Well,” says Don, putting his fingers over Marvelous’s mouth, and easing him back up to a sitting position. “What if we were to do a bit of roleplay, and I was the one in charge instead of you?” He splays his hand out and runs it down Marvelous’s chest. Somehow he doesn’t feel as shy talking about this as he does about his own fantasies; maybe it’s because he’s already started to picture himself in character, competent and commanding and in perfect control.

“You wouldn’t have to decide a single thing,” he continues, leaning forward to murmur into Marvelous’s ear, “because I’d be the one making all the decisions. You wouldn’t even have to think about it, because you wouldn’t get to choose. I’d do as I pleased with you, and when I told you to do something you’d be a good boy and say ‘Yes, sir’ and do it just the way I wanted.”

Don is feeling aroused just from talking about this, and from imagining having Marvelous so compliant, obeying his every whim. He can’t just assume that Marvelous will be alright with the idea and start in on it, though. “If that’s something you’d like,” he adds. “And it’d only be for play, so you’d have a safeword and everything, I wouldn’t really make you do something you didn’t want, you know that.” He kisses Marvelous on the temple. “So, would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try?”

Marvelous ducks his head to hide his smirk as Don squirms away from his mouth and places a hand between them as a temporary barrier. But he glances up again quickly enough because Don's words are directed right at him and they soon capture his attention. And his imagination.

It's a little surprising to hear Don voice the idea at all, possibly because Marvelous hadn't thought of it himself? He'd been right on the edge of making that leap from what he ideally would want to not having it be a reality, but he'd come up short. Maybe he really does need a break, get the batteries recharged.

Ironically, this sounds like the perfect way to do it. Perhaps the mere idea of negotiating a scene and putting safety measures in place would tire anyone else out, but not Marvelous. This boosts and re-energizes him like food or sleep might.

It's also really sexy to have Don talk so confidently about roleplay. Marvelous can remember a time when Don had never experienced anything like it before; look at him now. He grows and changes, and takes risks, and chances. That it is his idea only enforces the feeling of him taking control from the start. It was meant to be this way.

Don has it in him. Marvelous knows because when Don gets fussy about something or other glimmers of it appear in his pout, his stance, his tone of voice. He can do it, he wants to do it for Marvelous. Oh, Marvelous wants to let him. Marvelous wants Don to take control and feel the power; it's delicious and heady and intoxicating, and he'll still handle it with skill.

Of course Don quickly makes sure to add that he'll only do it if Marvelous wants him to. Would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try? he asks carefully, and Marvelous smiles to himself once more before straightening his face. He wouldn't dare make mockery of this.

"Yes, sir," he says, perfectly obediently.

Don feels the arousal hit him like a punch low in his stomach when Marvelous responds to him with Yes, sir just as Don had told him to. He hadn’t expected Marvelous to jump into the scenario so readily, thought there’d be a little more negotiating, perhaps, but he definitely doesn’t have a problem with just starting like this. He gives Marvelous a smile to let him know how pleased he is. “Good boy,” he says, taking Marvelous’s chin in his hand and leaning in to kiss him firmly on the mouth. He’s not used to being aggressive like this, but it’s surprisingly easy to step into the role, especially since Marvelous has taken so quickly to being submissive.

He breaks the kiss after a moment and cups the side of Marvelous’s face in his hand. “Now, listen carefully, because I have some very important instructions for you. If you ever don’t like what I’m doing, I need you to tell me. Say ‘Don, I want you to stop,’ and we’ll stop right there and then, understand?” Don absolutely refuses to budge on this point; he’s not going to play out any scene without a safety measure there, even knowing that Marvelous knows how to handle himself. He just wouldn’t be comfortable taking so much power without being certain that Marvelous can break the scene if he needs to.

“And now that that’s settled,” he continues, moving his hands to Marvelous’s chest and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “I’m going to leave you alone for a minute, because there’s something very important I need to do before I take my pleasure with you.” He runs one hand all the way down Marvelous’s chest and stomach to slip it between his thighs, and is pleased but not surprised to find that Marvelous is already getting hard. He teases over the bulge in Marvelous’s pants with light fingers as he tells him what he wants. “But when I come back, you’re going to be sitting here on the bed, stripped down to your underwear, waiting for me. And,” he adds, stroking Marvelous more firmly, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission, so you’ll have your wrists crossed behind your back while you wait.” He gives Marvelous one last squeeze. “Have I made myself clear?”

Once he’s gotten Marvelous’s assent, Don smiles and gets to his feet. “I won’t be away long,” he says. “Be good while I’m gone.” And with that, he turns and walks out of Marvelous’s cabin. He wasn’t lying about having something important to do; he has his own responsibilities on the ship, after all!

Don walks into the common room and finds Gai sitting at the table, cheerfully clipping out pictures of the other Super Sentai for his scrapbooks. He looks up when he hears Don approaching. “Don-san!” he says with a huge grin. “What’s going on? Do you need something?”

“Yes,” says Don, still speaking in his most authoritative tone. “I need you to cook dinner for the crew tonight, Gai, because I’m going to be very busy with something else for a while. The menu is up to you, just be sure to make enough for everyone.”

“So, at least ten servings! Got it!” Gai gives Don a chipper salute. “You can count on me, Don-san, I won’t let you down!” And with that, he bounds off to the kitchen to start his preparations.

Don has to smile; it’s so nice when everyone actually listens to him for a change. And now he can go back to Marvelous secure in the knowledge that his own responsibilities are taken care of for the evening. He walks back to Marvelous’s cabin, taking his time, and opens the door to see if Marvelous has obeyed his instructions.

Marvelous doesn't really have the need, or the patience, to wait on negotiations. The important thing is that if either of them need to stop they will; after all, Don might decide he can't handle this either, or just need a moment! Being in charge has its responsiblities - that's kind of the whole point here - and can wear on the person dictating the flow of events, too. Aftercare isn't just for submissives. He opens his mouth to Don's kiss, trying to be compliant without being too overeager, or taking control of the kiss, and that's probably going to be the most difficult aspect of this: not getting carried away just because he's so excited. Who is he, Gai?

"Say ‘Don, I want you to stop,’ and we’ll stop right there and then, understand?” Don insists, and although Marvelous could chime in with another obdient, "yes, sir", he does want to make it clear that he isn't just playing along with the scene, and that he sincerely means it. He knows it matters to Don.

"I will say so," he promises. "And you, too?" He's not sure Don has thought about that need from his own point of view like Marvelous has.

He stays still and compliant as Don reaches for the buttons of his shirt and starts to undo them with a quick efficiency. Don isn't deft in the same way that Marvelous can flick a button out of its buttonhole with only one hand, but his manner matches the words that follow - there’s something very important I need to do before I take my pleasure with you - and underscores the way Marvelous feels like he is about to be used. It's so good, the way he feels free enough to think, 'anything you want, anything you want me to do, just ask and I'll do it! I can pleasure you any way that you like!', and doesn't have to worry or think about what or when or how: Don will tell him.

It's more difficult to stay still when Don's fingers start massaging him through his pants, teasing his already enthusiastic cock to full arousal. And then he's practically palming it as he tells Marvelous to strip, and wait, and not dare touch himself even after Don has already started him off, and Marvelous has to bite his lip to hold back a frustrated groan at the thought of keeping his arms behind his back. Maybe he could, after all if Don is leaving the room, and-

No, it'll be worth the wait. He said he would do as he was told. He can last more than a couple of minutes at this, he can be good.

"Yes, sir," he says, and furiously unbuckles his belt the moment Don has left the room, dropping his pants and kicking them away with lightning speed before even thinking about discarding his already open shirt. Maybe if he had thought that through just a little bit more he would've slowed down and given himself less time to be left just sat back down on the bed there, arms crossed behind his back in nothing but his underwear. Too late now.

His cock is not at all impressed at being ignored, but all Marvelous can do is squirm in his seat and offer the barest hint of friction from his thigh. It takes all of ten seconds to realise it's not even worth trying; it doesn't work. He stares at the door and wills Don to come back through it soon. He said he wouldn't be long! Seems that was clearly only said to put the fear of disobeyal into Marvelous right away.

Don is very pleased by the sight that greets him when he looks back into the room: Marvelous sat on the bed with all his handsome muscles bared, his hands behind his back just as ordered, struggling to stay still as his cock strains at his underwear. Don has to admit he hadn’t been sure that Marvelous would actually obey his command not to touch himself, especially given how much Don had teased him before he’d left, so he’s impressed to see that Marvelous hasn’t lost his resolve. And there’s something incredibly hot about having Marvelous, who never reins in his own desires or denies himself any pleasures, under his control like this, combating his own hedonistic nature in order to please Don.

Looking at Marvelous like this, all stripped down and ready to be used however Don wishes, also makes Don realize that he isn’t quite dressed for his own part yet. Not that he can’t be authoritative in his own clothes, but given how frequently Marvelous calls his bowties “adorable,” Don thinks they both might get more into the scenario if he were dressed a bit differently. His eyes fall on Marvelous’s red velvet coat hanging over the back of a chair, and he smiles. The captain’s coat is a great symbol of authority, and he knows from wearing his own how much more powerful he feels dressed in one. He hasn’t come back into the room properly yet, so he could easily go and get his own, or he could saunter in and pick up Marvelous’s for himself without getting a word of complaint. Don honestly isn’t sure which he’d like to wear more; he’s beginning to see why Marvelous would get fatigued from having to decide so many things all the time! Should he use Marvelous’s coat, so rough and ready with the scent of him practically woven into it by now, or go and get his own, hanging neat and pristine in his closet?

...Right, mine’s already clean, I’d better go with Marvelous’s, Don thinks. No one said he had to have a particularly meaningful reason for choosing one over the other.

He steps back into the room and shuts the door behind him, confidence in every step as he walks back to Marvelous. “Very good,” he says, “I see you’ve followed my orders perfectly. I’m very pleased with you.” Don smiles and reaches out to run his hands down Marvelous’s arms. “You look so good like this, so big and strong with all these nice muscles.” Don is pretty sure flattery is Marvelous’s favorite thing no matter what scenario they’re in. “Just what I like.” He presses another kiss to Marvelous’s lips, enjoying the way Marvelous’s mouth yields to his. “I’m going to give you your next order now,” he says, barely moving his lips away from Marvelous’s, “so listen carefully.”

Don traces his fingers down the contours of Marvelous’s stomach muscles until he reaches the waistband of Marvelous’s boxer briefs, and gives it a quick snap before running his fingertips down over the firm outline of Marvelous’s cock. “I know it must have been very, very hard for you...” He brushes his fingertips up and down the length of Marvelous’s cock, too light to be anything more than a tease, hoping to coax a desperate gasp or a moan out of him. “...Not being allowed to touch yourself while I was away. It must have been agony.” He smiles but doesn’t change anything about the way he’s moving his fingers. “So I’m going to cut you a little break, since you were so good.” He braces his other hand on Marvelous’s shoulder. “You can touch yourself now. And I want you to do it just like this, nothing more.” Don sweeps his fingertips very lightly over Marvelous’s cock, and feels a jolt of arousal himself when he thinks he sees it actually twitch inside Marvelous’s underwear. He’s going to have to be careful not to get too excited himself - he’s not good for more than one orgasm the way Marvelous is, and he doesn’t want the game to be over before they’ve even started properly.

“While you’re doing that,” Don adds, removing his hand and stepping away from Marvelous, “I’m going to undress, and I want you to watch.” He has no idea where all this confidence has come from, but it feels incredible. His hands tremble a little as he takes his clothes off, but he’s nowhere near as nervous as he would be about doing the same thing outside this kind of scenario. There’s a huge thrill in having Marvelous watching him like this, too. He doesn’t bother with doing anything like a striptease - Don doesn’t think it’s possible to do a striptease when you have to take your shoes off, there’s just no way to make removing his sneakers into something sexy - so he’s down to his t-shirt and underwear pretty quickly. Those can come off later; he likes the idea of having a little more on than Marvelous. And to top it all off, he reaches over to the chair to pick up Marvelous’s coat, and pulls it around himself with flourish, slipping his arms into the sleeves and straightening the way it hangs before turning himself back to Marvelous to let him take in the sight.

Before Don opens the door and walks into the room again Marvelous starts to idly wonder if Don is capable of maintaining an act like this; he hasn't ever shown the inclination before, and even though Marvelous knows he can do it, Don's own doubt - if he has any - could sabotage it from the start. But it turns out he isn't doubting, isn't worrying or second-guessing himself. Marvelous feels really proud of Don, hopes that he has always put Don in a comfortable enough position when they're together that he's been able to transition into this situation so smoothly now. Well, he doesn't just hope, he's pretty sure he's that damn good at what he does, even if he does think so himself.

That's why it's so important to obey; the minute he starts undermining Don's orders is the minute the illusion of authority gets eroded completely. It goes against Marvelous's natural instincts to deny himself anything, although there are other sex games he has played that involve restraint and denial, but this is why he has to do his best.

It's so difficult, though. Don reaches out and touches him, appraising him with flat palms running over his muscles, and openly approving of what he finds. Marvelous knows his appearance and his body please and arouse Don, but right now it feels more like something he has been able to do specifically for Don by putting his body in the desired position, rather than just a happy coincidence of fate. After all, holding his arms behind his back does pull his muscles taut and outline them firmly. He loves pleasuring Don, no matter how he manages to achieve it. And hearing all about it, of course. There's nothing wrong with enjoying hearing that you look good. And strong.

He's lucky that it's that much easier to surrender to a kiss from beneath; Don has the advantage of height that he only has when he's on top or stood up like this, and leverage, and Marvelous can open his mouth readily, willingly without changing the nature of the kiss. He has to press his lips together when Don speaks against them so that he won't attempt to steal another kiss out of turn.

It gets worse. Don outright snaps the elastic of his waistband - to startle him, no doubt - and then starts crooning false sympathy about how how difficult it must have been for Marvelous not to give in and touch himself with wild abandon. And he knows that's precisely what Marvelous would have done, because Don touches his cock so lightly that Marvelous would barely notice he was doing it if not for the fact that anything right now is just wonderful, any contact at all. He's lucky to get this much, he knows. Don's fingertips skating up and down his length as though inspecting it to discover just how hard Marvelous has gotten, how turned on he is. So much. Marvelous groans at the way he's caught between wanting more, and more, and more, and the ridiculous gratitude that Don is touching him right now at all. It's torture.

He almost falls for it when Don says he's going to give him a break for being so good: a reward. Because it's no reward at all, if anything it's worse! The teasing touch Don has been bestowing on his cock with the ghosting of his fingertips, he's allowed to emulate it, but nothing more. That's worse than not touching himself at all! How can he possibly contain himself? All he has to do is allow his brain to realise he's allowed to touch himself and his cock is responding.

Don isn't finished though, and Marvelous makes sure to listen to the rest of what he says before daring to touch himself or he won't hear a single word. He not only has to touch himself so delicately it's going to hurt, he has to watch Don slipping out of his clothes, see his skin being revealed and know he's doing it for Marvelous to see.

"Yes, sir," he remembers to say as Don begins, finding his voice but not recognising the low, scratchy tone it has dropped to. He hasn't even been given permission to slide his hand beneath his underwear, only to play with his cock through it. Marvelous bites his lip to deny a frustrated whimper as he uses only the tips of his fingers to touch himself. Not enough, not enough, not enough.

It's almost a reprieve when Don reaches for Marvelous's coat and slips it on. Marvelous is so distracted - amused, because he thinks he can imagine exactly what prompted Don to do so - that for a moment everything doesn't feel so terribly torturous at all.

For a moment. Until his brain reminds him how damn sexy it is for Don to be wearing something of his: his coat.

It’s hotter than Don would have ever expected to see Marvelous touching himself so lightly, his face the picture of frustration and tension as he teases himself at Don’s command. He’s panting heavily, with his eyes riveted on Don all the while, occasionally closing his mouth to hold back some desperate sound. “None of that,” says Don, slowly walking back toward Marvelous. “Don’t hold back, I like the way you sound. Let me hear everything I’m doing to you.” It’s only fair, after all, when Marvelous is always coaxing all kinds of whimpering and moaning out of Don the rest of the time!

Don still can’t quite believe that Marvelous is managing to obey his orders; in any other situation, there’s no way he’d be willing to sustain such a light touch on his cock for more than a second. It’s so intoxicating to know that he’s doing it all for Don’s sake. Don doesn’t want to keep him in agony for too terribly long, but at the same time, he loves the thrill of watching Marvelous fight to restrain himself.

“Mmm, you’re such a good boy,” Don purrs as he approaches Marvelous. “That’s enough of that, though.” Once he’s close enough, he slips his arms around Marvelous’s neck, letting him feel the soft brush of his own coat against his skin, and puts his knees on either side of Marvelous’s thighs so that he’s straddling his lap. “Put your hands on my waist, don’t let me slip.” Maybe that’s an odd command to give, but Don doesn’t want to lose his balance; it’d completely ruin his illusion of authority!

As soon as he feels properly balanced, Don kisses the corner of Marvelous’s mouth and moves one of his hands to drag it down Marvelous’s chest. “You’re being so, so good,” he murmurs, running his fingers down Marvelous’s stomach to his groin, and investigating his cock with the same light sweep of his fingertips as before. “Mmm, and so big and hard, too. You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me...” He traces one fingertip in a small circle over the very tip of Marvelous’s cock, over and over, wondering how much more of this Marvelous can bear. “Are you ready for your next order?”

This time he does whimper; it's not a sound Marvelous often makes, but it's the best he can do to both follow orders and at the same time protest - he would make plenty more sounds for Don to hear if he were only allowed to touch himself properly! He would spread his legs wider and put on a show if Don asked him to, make deep moans of satisfaction at being able to skillfully pleasure himself, and maybe a few purely for Don's benefit so that he will enjoy watching Marvelous even more.

Thinking about that is a bad move. Marvelous breathes a sigh of relief when Don tells him he can stop teasing himself; he isn't given permission to do more, but Don steps right in front of him and then climbs onto the bed, practically spreading himself across Marvelous's body as he kneels over him. Thank goodness he has permission to touch Don, even if it's only to hold his waist so that Don won't lose his balance. He's just the support. A thing to do a job. Does Don even know he's doing it? To treat someone like that in reality would give Don nightmares, but here and now it's so hot it's painful.

Marvelous is going to bring this subject up again soon. There are so many other possibilities; maybe Don needs a human footrest so that he can put his feet up and relax sometime. He closes his fingers around Don's waist and tries to keep them steady rather than start to caress Don's body through his shirt with his fingertips. He just needs some friction. He wants to drag Don down onto him properly and let him squirm in Marvelous's lap, thrust up without even caring about rhythm or skill. And as though Don can hear his thoughts he reaches down to Marvelous's cock, but his touch is the same light, teasing, barely-there sensation. Marvelous feels his grip tighten on Don; he can't keep himself from that when he's trying so hard not to flip Don over onto the bed and grind down on him with no mercy at all.

So big and hard, Don says, and Marvelous feels it, too; like he's about to burst from all the teasing and compliments that fall so easily from Don's lips, and aren't even just made up for the game they're playing.

"You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me," Don murmurs, and though it isn't a direct question Marvelous still gasps out another, "yes, sir," before repeating it to assure Don he's ready for his next order.

He's so ready.

Don hadn’t been expecting an affirmation to his remark about Marvelous being made just for his pleasure; getting it nearly knocks him flat. To hear Marvelous agree that his purpose is to be Don’s plaything, with his voice so rough and husky... He sounds so desperate to be used, like he’s going to explode if Don doesn’t let him do something more. Don wants him to do more, of course, but he thinks both of them need a moment to cool down first.

“Shhh, easy,” he murmurs, straightening himself up so that he can tuck Marvelous’s head beneath his chin. He moves his hand to work his fingers into Marvelous’s hair. “Easy, now, you’re alright. I’ll let you pleasure me very soon, don’t you worry.” He kisses the top of Marvelous’s head and just stays like that for a moment so they can both catch their breath. Don is enjoying the dominant role more than he’d ever have anticipated, but it’s also incredibly intense. He just needs a second to steady himself before they continue. He strokes Marvelous’s hair for another moment before shifting himself back to his previous position.

“I can’t hardly wait to use you,” he says, and runs his fingers more deliberately over the hard bulge of Marvelous’s cock. “I just want to give you a little test run first. I know you’ll be good for it as many times as I need, so I want to burn off a bit of that extra energy before we really get started.” Don gives Marvelous’s cock a few more firm strokes before crooking a finger into his waistband and pulling it down as much as he can - which isn’t much, since Marvelous is sitting down, but it’s enough for now. “Come for me,” Don says, moving his hand to stroke Marvelous’s thigh. “Show me what you can do and make yourself come for me.” It’d be too easy to leave it at that, though - it’d practically be an insult to Marvelous’s talents. “Twice,” Don adds, a twist of heat reaching up through him as he gives the command. “Without taking your hand off or stopping.”

Marvelous knows he hasn't done anything wrong, if anything he's done too much right, and he recognises the way that his completely willing submission is surprising Don to the point that he might be a little overwhelmed by it. Marvelous closes his eyes as Don pulls him close and gently strokes fingers through his hair. He bites his lip and concentrates on waiting. Don needs a moment, and if he's smart he'll make use of it too, even if he feels like he doesn't need it right now. He isn't the stupid kid he was once. Still a risk-taker, but he has a care for himself unlike back in the old days when there was only him to be responsible for.

He doesn't need to think about that right now. Marvelous hopes - suspects - it won't matter to Don that Marvelous's hands snake around his waist and hold onto him firmly, just until Don pulls away again, and then he places them back in position without faltering.

Something else that hasn't faltered (of course) is his cock. Don puts his hand right back on it, properly this time, though still not enough. “I can’t hardly wait to use you,” he says, and Marvelous gasps openly, eagerly. He really does think Don is going to use him then and there, milk him as much as he wants, but Don surprises him by ordering him to do it himself right under Don's gaze. Twice.

Fuck, the first time is going to be fast, and Marvelous doesn't even care. He hardly has a reputation for coming too soon; he can keep going as long as required, and more. Besides, he needs this. He needs to come hard and fast, get that first rush thrumming through his system so he can chase it up with a slightly more skillfully achieved - but probably still just as desperate - orgasm. It feels so good to be able to touch his cock properly, skin to skin without just ghosting over it through his underwear. Don has a hand, hot and close, on his thigh, encouraging him on, and Marvelous lets himself cry out as he comes promptly for the first time within mere seconds, not daring to still his hand as he works it up and down his cock so roughly it almost burns. He manages to slow the pace and use his fingers more after the first orgasm is fading, running his hand everywhere he can reach. His other hand is still on Don, holding onto him, and Marvelous squeezes Don's waist just a little the second time he comes, making sure to let out a long, deep moan so that Don can tell just how good it felt to do that for him.

Taking that moment to rest had been just what Don needed, especially when Marvelous had slipped his hands behind Don’s back to steady him better. He must have sensed that Don had needed a minute to collect himself, and Don is grateful for that, and that Marvelous was able to give him a bit of comfort without breaking the scene. It’s good to know that if he needs a quick break he can take one; he’ll probably need one before too much longer.

Right now, though, he’s just reveling in Marvelous’s obedience to his command, watching the ecstasy that spreads over his entire body as he brings himself to his first orgasm just seconds after receiving the order. Don hadn’t realized he’d needed it quite that much, but it’s certainly pleasing to know that he’d managed to get Marvelous so turned on. And he doesn’t falter for a moment after his finished his first climax, the come just starting to drip down from where it had splashed on his chest, before continuing to stroke himself toward his second. Don can’t entirely believe he’s actually able to do it; Don has always been much too sensitive after orgasm to even want to think about touching himself again, and while he knows Marvelous is perfectly capable of coming just about as many times as he wants, he hasn’t ever seen him do this, just burn past any kind of a refractory period on sheer desire and willpower. If anything, he comes harder the second time, his hand tightening on Don’s waist as he lets out a ragged moan of pure pleasure.

Don is stunned silent for a moment. “Wow,” he says finally, breathless with awe. “Oh, my, you really are made for this, just like a machine... I’d turn you into a generator if I wasn’t so set on keeping you all to myself.” And if there was an actual way to turn sexual energy into power for the Galleon, of course, but there’s no need to mention that to Marvelous now. “Oh, that was good, so good...” He strokes his hand up and down Marvelous’s thigh thoughtfully, trying to decide what to make him do next, and when he realizes the answer, a throb of arousal hits him hard enough to make him groan.

“That was good,” he repeats, teasing over Marvelous’s skin with his fingers. “But you forgot one thing.” He takes Marvelous’s chin in his hand and tilts it up so that Marvelous can’t look away from him. “You didn’t say ‘Yes, sir’ when I gave you your orders.” He smiles and gives Marvelous a kiss on the cheek, then leans forward so that when he speaks again, his lips are brushing against Marvelous's ear. “Do it over.”

Probably coming twice in quick succession without his body even being able to come down from it and work its way back up is enough to make up for all the teasing from before. Probably. Marvelous isn't entirely surprised at himself for being capable of it, maybe a little surprised at the way circumstances have fallen out in order to provoke it. He knew Don had it in him, but-

But his stomach just about does a nose-dive as he hears it. “You didn’t say ‘Yes, sir’", “Do it over.”" It's a twisting combination of terrible and wonderful all at once, it makes him feel a little bit sick, and then that feeling dissipates as he realises the demand is so incredibly serious that he's turned on regardless. Don is practically exploiting his naturally high sex drive, and Marvelous has let him. He got so concerned with his own pleasure that he forgot to make the verbal confirmation. He won't make that mistake again.

"Yes, sir," he says, swallowing hard. Don is leaning over right beside his ear, breathing his warm breath right onto Marvelous's skin; he probably heard that.

Possibly if Marvelous were allowed to come enough times he might get strung out enough to really relax for a while. Maybe that's what Don is thinking, looking out for him in this strict, demanding way. Marvelous wishes he could find out, though it's probably better to stop looking for motivations. Don didn't even allow him permission to apologize for his wrong-doing, and Marvelous certainly isn't going to risk anything but following orders because now he knows what Don is capable of. It's amazing.

And of course it doesn't matter that he needs a few minutes to recover from the two orgasms in a row, that his cock isn't hard anymore, he knows what he has to do. Marvelous reaches down to touch himself again, running his fingers around the base of his cock in the hopes that he can work his cock back to hardness again quickly. Don sits back and watches him expectantly, and although that's a fierce pressure to be under it's also a powerful lure. Marvelous can rise to expectations. And he does, even though his cock starts to feel a little tender once he is done bestowing this much attention on it.

It’s so intoxicating hearing Marvelous say Yes, sir to his order this time, hearing the way he swallows when he hears Don’s command. He’s never known Marvelous to be daunted by anything before, so hearing that note of faint hesitation in his voice makes Don proud to have managed to evoke it. He leans back and runs his hands over Marvelous’s shoulders as he watches Marvelous start to touch himself again, not so forcefully this time, working himself up more slowly.

“I know you can do it,” Don says, gentling his tone a little. He starts to stroke the bicep of Marvelous’s free arm, squeezing the muscle and feeling how firm it is. “It’s alright if you need a little more time, just keep your hand moving and don’t stop.”

Sure enough, Marvelous’s cock is erect again before long, though Marvelous isn’t moving with quite the same vigor he’d had before. “Feeling a little tender?” Don asks, and reaches down to tweak the head of Marvelous’s cock. He wants to overstimulate Marvelous a bit if he can, though he’s not sure it’s possible. “You can take your time, I’m not in a hurry.” He braces one hand on Marvelous’s shoulder and slides the other down the length of his arm.

“And this time, you’re going to do a little something for me, too.”

Don takes Marvelous’s wrist in his hand and lifts it slowly up, letting Marvelous’s hand drag all the way up his waist to his chest. He adjusts it so that Marvelous’s palm and fingers are on his ribs, while his thumb is perfectly positioned to be able to sweep over Don’s nipple, already very stiff beneath his shirt. “You don’t need to move anything but your thumb, and don’t do it too hard.” He guides Marvelous’s thumb across his nipple once to demonstrate, closing his eyes and gasping as pleasure jolts through him. “Just like that.” He moves his hand from Marvelous’s wrist and grabs onto his other shoulder - he knows he’s going to need to hang on for this. “Now, come for me.”

Don helps him along, laying his hands on Marvelous's bare skin, touching his shoulders and feeling his way deliberately down the outline of Marvelous's arm muscles. Making it all too plain how much enjoyment he gets out of looking at and feeling Marvelous's body, giving a little squeeze to his bicep as if testing the merchandise. Marvelous would happily let him feel the other arm too; with his hand fisted around his cock the muscles are clenched firm and Don would enjoy the swell of them, if not for the way Marvelous has to keep moving his hand back and forth; Don made it very clear that stopping is not allowed.

He's challenging Marvelous's ability to keep going? Marvelous can keep going all night for Don. He hasn't even been permitted to touch Don properly yet! There's still a long way to go. Don voices the same sort of sentiment when he says, "I’m not in a hurry". Marvelous slows the movement of his hand down on his cock to slow, attentive strokes that don't come close to stopping but do allow him to start again and find the pace he wants. He tries to make a show of it, his hand sliding up and down his cock with a purpose, hoping it will please Don. The way Don had reached down to his cock with a flick of his wrist at the tip had made Marvelous's hips jerk, and he isn't sure if it was the action itself, or because Don had joined in with touching his cock, or both, so Marvelous emulates it with his own hand. It's still good.

It's better when Don takes his hand and lightly drags it so that it skates all the way up his side, beneath Marvelous's coat. Then he manipulates Marvelous's fingers to where he wants them, and Marvelous realises excitedly that he gets to touch Don now. Not too much, Don tells him, and Marvelous knows that's because he doesn't want to get overstimulated too quickly, so as much as he wants to tease Don's nipple until Don is whimpering and on the verge of climax he can't. He runs the pad of his thumb over Don's nipple as he was shown; it's fiercely hard and very obvious through his shirt and just that simple, tiny touch has Don shutting his eyes and taking a breath because how good it feels. He's so sensitive and it's so sexy. Marvelous doesn't even have fingertips - plural - on Don but he can provoke these soft, desperate little noises even so. That's the thing that feeds his desire to orgasm again. Marvelous starts to feel the urgency build in his cock that has only been absent for mere minutes when some people take hours, but that still feels like far too long.

"Come for me," Don says, and though he had said he wasn't in a hurry surely he means now? "Yes, sir!" Marvelous says, eyes firmly on Don's euphoric face. He's able to comply, intense heat building up between his legs as he speeds up his strokes on his cock, and comes on command. He keeps enough of his wits about him to keep on stroking even as a moan escapes his throat, along with a broken, "yes, oh, you look so-" before realising that just because he usually likes to talk about how good Don looks when he's all hot and succumbing to pleasure doesn't mean he's allowed to talk right now, though it wasn't forbidden, either. He cuts himself off, panting heavily and looking at Don to see what will happen now.

Marvelous does as he’s bid, sweeping his thumb gently across Don’s nipple, light enough so that he won’t get overstimulated quickly but very much there, right where Don wants it. He tightens his grip on Marvelous’s shoulders and lets himself tilt his head back and just enjoy it. Marvelous’s hand is so warm on his chest, so steady, and with just a single finger he’s able to bring Don enough pleasure to make him sigh with delight, little shivers running up and down his spine. And Marvelous is giving him a good show, too, stroking his cock slowly but firmly, and letting it show in his expression how much he’s enjoying himself.

When Don orders him to come, he doesn’t necessarily mean that instant, because expecting someone to orgasm on command would be outright unrealistic, but Marvelous does it anyway. He lets out a long groan as he comes, spilling his semen down the insides of both Don’s thighs and his own. He’s actually starting to look a little tired, now that he’s on his third orgasm inside of a few minutes with hardly any time to rest, but he keeps his hand going on his cock without faltering. Don is very impressed, and just about to praise him, when Marvelous speaks completely out of turn, groaning out a few words before cutting himself off as he realizes his mistake. He looks up at Don almost pitifully, waiting to hear what Don will make him do as punishment for his outburst even as he’s panting and still stroking himself.

For a moment, Don isn’t sure how to react. He’s a little shocked that Marvelous would slip up like that, except for how he isn’t - it makes perfect sense that Marvelous would have trouble with self-restraint, after all. And at the same time, it’s not like Don had forbidden him to speak, and making him start over again now might be too cruel. Maybe it wouldn’t be too lenient of him to allow Marvelous a chance to redeem himself.

Don laughs softly and reaches up to stroke Marvelous’s cheek. “Don’t fret, I’m not displeased with you,” he says. “I know you’re just trying to please me, and that you want to do it so badly that you just can’t contain yourself. You can’t help wanting to serve your purpose.” He leans forward and kisses Marvelous’s parted lips, swallowing up the noises he makes. “And you’re doing a good job of it,” he adds. He presses his mouth to Marvelous’s for another moment before breaking the kiss again and leaning back. “I’m not displeased with you for wanting to tell me how I look.” He runs one hand down to Marvelous’s chest and takes one of Marvelous’s nipples - not so pert and tender as his own, but sensitive nonetheless - between his fingers, toying with it idly as he speaks. “I want to hear what you have to say. Tell me all the things it’s doing to you just to look at me, and then I’ll decide whether I’m displeased or not.” He gives Marvelous’s nipple a little tweak. “And don’t forget to call me sir.”

"Yes, sir," Marvelous says immediately as Don lightly pinches his nipple and sends a little jolt through him, elated at the spontaneous orders. He does want to please Don, he does want to serve his purpose. He will do everything that Don asks! The praise is really working for him; even if you're doing things because you've been told to, it doesn't mean you can't be complimented for doing them well! The skill with which your perform is all on you, after all. And something else that works for him is Don bestowing kisses on him like rewards for his efforts, firmly in control and taking everything Marvelous has to give him without being greedy about it, just calm as though it's his due.

His hand is wet and sticky as he moves it over his cock, and it isn't the only part of him that's a little come-splattered. Don doesn't even seem to care what a mess he's made. Perhaps that's because most of it is in fact on Marvelous himself, dripping down his chest and onto his stomach, while Don is (almost!) pristine. Keeping his composure compared to Marvelous who is still trying to settle his breathing back down, and is sweating now too.

"I'm so hot," he breathes, "because you're so good at telling me what to do. You hold your chin higher and say everything so crisply, and it's sexy because it's so unusual, but it's still totally you. And if it were up to me we'd have been back on the bed long before now, rocking against one another, but it's not up to me. It's all you, and you're so much better at details than me. You make me feel the little things, make me be patient and wait for the pay-off instead of rushing in, and when I see you practising what you preach you just look amazing. You feel everything, and I like being able to make you feel so good from the smallest touch and know that it's going to get even better. I just want to do everything you want me to, I want to pleasure you exactly the way you want it."

Marvelous is pretty sure that's not exactly what Don asked him to say, but he has to get it all out. Being allowed to say things - even if they're not the filthy, dirty things he might usually say - is the only freedom he has, he wants Don to be as flattered as possible. And talking about Don if he can only barely touch Don is the best possible catalyst he has at the moment for getting aroused again as quickly as possible.

"Sir," he says, wincing a little at the slight tenderness of his cock, but it isn't so bad that he can't enjoy the sensation, "looking at you makes me makes my hips want to keep jerking, it makes me want to keep coming for you as much as you want." It makes me want to press my body to yours and lick you all over Marvelous thinks, but doesn't say. He has the prescence of mind enough to know he doesn't get to call the shots.

Marvelous’s answer isn’t at all what Don had been expecting. He’d thought Marvelous was going to give him a single sentence at best, but instead he tells Don all about how the scene is making him feel, and all the reasons why he finds Don so attractive this way. Don can’t help feeling warm and pleased just listening to him. I just want to do everything you want me to, he says. I want to pleasure you exactly the way you want it.

Don smiles, not the haughty, disdainful smirk he’s been wearing for the scene, but his own genuine one. “Well, I can’t possibly be displeased with you after hearing all of that, can I,” he says, and leans in to kiss Marvelous on the mouth, slower this time, wrapping his arms around Marvelous’s shoulders and drawing it out. “You’re so good at this,” he murmurs against Marvelous’s mouth before leaning back again.

“You’ve pleased me very much,” he says, glowing with confidence after all the praise Marvelous had lavished on him. “I’m certainly glad to hear that you’re ready to pleasure me even more.” Don slides his hands down Marvelous’s chest, giving his pectorals a little squeeze along the way. “And that you want to keep coming for me. Because I want to see you milk yourself dry, until that nice big cock of yours is so spent and tender you’d beg for mercy if I tickled it with a feather...” It’s not a thing that’s likely to happen, given how quickly Marvelous gets re-energized, but that doesn’t mean Don wouldn’t like to see it.

“And I believe you owe me another orgasm right now.” He glances down at Marvelous’s cock to see how he’s doing, and sees the semen Marvelous had spilled on him starting to drip down his thigh. He reaches down between his legs and wipes it off onto his fingers. “I ought to punish you for coming on me without my leave,” he says, and raises his hand so that his sticky fingers are right near Marvelous’s mouth. “But I’ll forgive you if you lick it up for me.”

Marvelous opens his mouth beneath Don's, the kiss is soft, and slow, and sweet, and very different to the furious pace that Marvelous has been throwing out orgasms at so far. That smile of Don's was the familiar one that is full of affection for him, and he puts arms around Marvelous's shoulders, holding himself close as they kiss. Marvelous knows he's done more good than just respect Don's authority in this moment, he just might have touched him a little more deeply, too.

Don touches him, too, but this time it's literal. He puts his hands on Marvelous's chest and gives a good feel to the places he hasn't already scrutinized. Marvelous is starting to feel like a piece of meat. It isn't like Don hasn't touched him to give him pleasure; fingers on his cock, the tweak of his nipple, but so much more often the way he touches Marvelous seem bent on his own pleasure. A thrill runs through Marvelous that he can pleasure Don without even doing anything.

Don glances down at his cock as he speaks, and Marvelous doesn't know if he can milk himself dry, but he knows he is perfectly capable of trying. Don's eyes on him after complimenting his cock, telling him that what would satisfy him is if Marvelous was basically all fucked-out. Marvelous is never all fucked-out. He has no idea what that would even be like... Perhaps he can understand Don's curiosity. He starts stroking himself a little more enthusiastically again; Don, on him, touching him, letting Marvelous touch him, it all helps bring back the arousal without much trouble at all.

He loves taking Don's fingers into his mouth, playing his tongue over and between them, sucking on them and allowing Don to think about Marvelous's mouth on his cock instead. It isn't a tease when you intend to follow through. But if he were to do that now he might be punished. He's lucky Don is being so lenient, even though it really wasn't Marvelous's fault he came on Don at all! He's supposed to control where it lands, too?

"Yes, sir," Marvelous says as humbly as he can, brushing his lips over Don's fingers, "I'm sorry, sir." He slips his tongue out of his mouth and licks the tips of Don's fingers neatly, so it can only be interpreted as cleanliness and not teasing. The taste of salt fills his mouth.

Don smiles at how obediently Marvelous licks his own fluids from Don’s fingers, not taking them into his mouth as he usually does (like when Don has a bit of sauce on his fingers from cooking dinner, and Marvelous insists on sucking off every last drop, which is all too reminiscent of other things he likes to do to Don with his mouth) but using only his tongue to lick Don’s fingertips clean. And all with a penitent “I’m sorry, sir,” as he continues to stroke his cock at Don’s command in the meantime.

“That’s alright, I forgive you,” says Don, stroking Marvelous’s hair with his now clean hand. “You have such a clever mouth. I’ll have to put it to work later.” He brushes his fingers over Marvelous’s lips before lowering his hand to guide Marvelous’s thumb across his nipple again. “Now, don’t stop doing that, it feels so good...” He braces himself with his hands on Marvelous’s biceps, stroking the tense, firm muscles as he clings to them. “Aah, that’s so nice, n-not too hard...” Don would love to just succumb to the pleasure and let Marvelous touch to his heart’s content, but they’ve still only just gotten started, and Don can’t let himself get too excited yet.

Don moves his hands to Marvelous’s waist and drags them slowly down over the taut muscles there. “Are you ready to come again?” he says, a little breathless, and lets his hands slide down to Marvelous’s hips, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear to stroke at the skin right where his hips meet his thighs. “Come whenever you’re ready, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next.”

Yes, Marvelous thinks as Don orders him to start playing with his nipple again. He smiles at the praise - he does have a talented mouth, and he is more than prepared to put it to work when Don asks. Marvelous will make him feel so good he'll be practically seeing stars at the end of it.

He does have to keep his touch light and gentle, though; Don gets aroused so easily from having his nipples touched, and he's already fidgeting on top of Marvelous as he stammers his instructions, which are no less impactful just because they're not strictly delivered. Don is having to be restrained here too. Marvelous makes sure to keep his touch feather-light, and compensates for it by starting to stroke his cock more quickly and firmly instead. Don looks so beautiful like this, lightly flushed and breathless. He'd look even nicer naked, but Marvelous will have to be patient, wait and see.

It's little enough contact, but he still gets to touch. And Don runs the flats of his palms down Marvelous's skin until he is at Marvelous's waist, and then his hips - not quite close to his cock but close enough; closer than they've been for a while. His fingers dip even lower. Marvelous can still taste his come in his mouth, a spark to his senses, a reminder of his own arousal. He loves having the opportunity to come so many times so closely together, and push his body in ways that he hasn't in a long time. It's impossible not to be continuously aroused by Don anyway! Piece of cake.

It's certainly no failing of his that he takes a few minutes longer to come this time, feeling his cock get harder and harder until it's straining just like Don's nipple beneath his shirt. A deliciously powerful heat flares up below his stomach. Don had asked him if he was ready to come again - a direct question, and given him the okay to do so whenever, and he won't forget again this time!, so Marvelous speaks an obedient, "yes, sir!" a moment before he comes. He even has the presence of mind through his sharp (and yet smugly satisfying - fourth in a row) orgasm to make sure he comes only on himself and not anywhere near Don.

Marvelous seems to have learned his lesson, both saying “Yes, sir” before he comes and making sure he doesn’t spill any of his come on Don. It all goes on himself instead, splattering on his stomach, and Don can’t help but enjoy how thoroughly debauched he looks, how indulged, with the traces of four orgasms still sticky and wet on his naked skin. It’s beautiful to watch him come down from it, too, see the satisfaction spreading over his face as the tension flows out of him. He’s not all worn out just yet, but he’ll be loose and pliant for at least a few minutes.

“Very good,” says Don, sliding his hands slowly back up Marvelous’s waist. “That was perfect, I knew you could do it again. You’re just incredible.” He tips Marvelous’s chin up to kiss him while he’s still panting from his orgasm, loving the way that Marvelous’s lips part so readily beneath his own, then leans back and plants one hand square in the middle of Marvelous’s chest. “Such a good boy,” he says, and pushes Marvelous down onto the bed. He goes down quite easily, since his muscles are still slackened from his orgasm, and Don can’t help feeling proud of having gotten Marvelous so completely under his thumb.

“I’m very pleased with you,” Don says. He smirks down at Marvelous for a moment before leaning forward to place his hands on either side of Marvelous’s head, lowering himself down towards Marvelous’s chest in a way that he knows will show off his flexibility. Marvelous’s coat falls open and hangs down over them both, brushing over Marvelous’s skin. Don bends further down until his chest is nearly pressed to Marvelous’s, not caring if some of Marvelous’s come gets on his shirt - he can wash it later, after all, it’s not as though he’s never had to wash that kind of stain out before. “You’ve done so well that I’m going to give your cock a little break,” he murmurs, looking straight into Marvelous’s eyes from only a few inches above him. “Not for too long, because I know you’ve still got a lot left in you. But right now, I just want you to put your arms around my back while I kiss you.” He lowers his head and claims Marvelous’s mouth with a rough, hungry kiss.

Marvelous laps up Don's words willingly, a little strung out from coming, but not so much that he would not-notice or not care that Don thinks so highly of him and his skills and isn't afraid to tell him so. It isn't exactly easy not to let these kind of insistences puff him up so much that he grabs hold of Don out of turn and kisses him silly, nibbling at his neck and running hands all over him. Men have needs. They also have patience, Marvelous reminds himself, letting Don kiss him exactly how he pleases instead.

The next thing he knows he's being pushed back flat onto the mattress.

Don leans down over him just like it's nothing, though he has to contort his body in a way Marvelous simply can't in order to achieve it. He can manage a lot of other things with that body of his, too. Marvelous moans, not especially concerned that Don will rebuke him for it, not when he wanted to hear Marvelous make noise, noise provoked by Don himself. And his sexy dominance, and his sexy orders, and his sexy restraint.

Don leans down, pressing right against him, and Marvelous makes a pleased noise at all the bodily contact he is getting that so far has been denied. Don always get hot and flushed when he's having a good time, but with clothing still on - especially that heavy coat - he's burning. Or that might just be what Marvelous is feeling everywhere they touch.

It's definitely not his fault that Don gives him an order and then no time to acknowledge it before kissing him. Marvelous is surprised at the force of it; that's not Don's usual M.O.! The kiss is a little rough, so eager. Marvelous loves it. He responds back, hoping his own eagerness is still erring on the right side of submission, and slides his hands up the wide open sides of his coat to wrap his arms around Don's back, just above his waist. It's gravity that holds Don so firm and close to him, not Marvelous.

Edited Date: 2013-01-14 07:20 pm (UTC)

Don makes a pleased noise against Marvelous’s mouth when Marvelous’s arms slip around his waist. It feels so good to touch him this much, with their bodies pressed together, since they’ve been holding back for so long. Don could be perfectly content to just stay like this, keep kissing Marvelous and then grind down against Marvelous’s hips when he’s ready to finish, but he also knows that continuing with the power play would satisfy them both even more. And if they’re going to keep going, he really shouldn’t let Marvelous rest for too much longer, even if it feels nice to have Marvelous holding him this way.

He gives Marvelous one last firm kiss, tugging his lower lip between his teeth before letting go. “Very good,” he murmurs, and straightens himself so that he’s sitting upright again, straddling Marvelous’s hips. He runs his hands over Marvelous’s chest, feeling it rise and fall as Marvelous continues panting. “I think you’ve had enough rest for now, though.” Don slips one hand down between Marvelous’s thighs to examine his cock, and finds him already half hard again. “Look at you, ready to go again already...” He teases over the length of Marvelous’s cock with his fingertips, smirking at the reactions it elicits from him. “But I’ve got something else for you to do for me first,” he says, and takes his hand away.

Don reaches up to pull Marvelous’s coat down off his shoulders, and lets it drop down behind him. He’ll put it back on in a moment, but for now it needs to be off. “My shirt’s gotten soiled,” he says, glancing down at where Marvelous’s come has smeared against the fabric of his undershirt. “Take it off for me, nice and slow, so that your fingers run over my skin while you do it. And once you’ve done that, I’ll give you your next order.”

It doesn't feel like it lasts long at all! That warm, solid presence of Don right on top of him, kissing him, and he takes away all too soon. At least as he pulls away he drags his teeth over Marvelous's bottom lip, making it tingle. Marvelous groans at the sharpness of the sensation in between shallow breaths.

As Don sits up Marvelous has to loosen his hold to give him the freedom he needs, arms slipping from around Don's waist to settle on his hips, just resting there, not doing anything he hasn't been given permission for. If he's delicate enough about these little incidental touches he might just get away with them each time, keeping the contact with Don without being punished for it. Don is too busy touching him to be concerned, surely. He seems to enjoy being able to feel the way Marvelous is exerting himself all thanks to Don's commands. And, oh, the way Marvelous still wants more, can definitely do more, anything Don wants. His touch on Marvelous's cock is feather-soft and it's so frustrating. And Don knows it is - Marvelous can see the smirk on his face!

The teasing stops, though, because Don stops touching his cock altogether, shrugging off Marvelous's coat instead. "Yes sir," Marvelous replies huskily to the command to take Don's shirt off slowly, with plenty of touching. He slides his hands just a little higher until they touch the hem of Don's shirt. He slides his fingers beneath it, keeping them curled around Don's waist so that the fabric bunches up over his knuckles and will work itself up Don's body, leaving Marvelous free to focus on touching and put all his effort into it. Don's skin is still hot, and so smooth, and his waist is slender in a way that makes it easy to slide your hands right up following the taper. Marvelous runs his thumbs in circles over Don's stomach instead to stop the temptation overcoming him. He spreads his fingers wide, letting them dip downwards before raising them an inch or so on Don's body. He repeats the process over as he goes, bringing his hands closer together - to ensure the front of the shirt is lifting up as well, of course - as well as sliding them around the back to do the same there. As Marvelous has to push the shirt higher he sits himself up again so that he can reach.

He does let his thumbs skate perilously close to Don's nipples when his hands reach chest-height, tracing right outside his areolae, but he doesn't push his luck, continuing with the same slow but constant pace. Marvelous can tell Don is enjoying the attention that's being lavished on his body, so he makes sure to run his hands right up the length of Don's raised arms as he pushes the shirt off over Don's head, wrapping his fingers around Don's arm muscles all the way to his wrists. Somehow the shirt ends up fisted in his hand as Marvelous waits to find out what is required of him next.

Don closes his eyes and lets his head tip back as Marvelous slips his hands beneath his shirt and moves them slowly up his waist. He does just as he’s told, stroking his way up Don’s skin with slow, careful hands, and Don lets out a soft sigh. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d been craving some proper attention until he’d actually gotten it - his whole body feels hot and tingly, shivers of excitement running up his spine, and his cock is starting to throb even though neither he nor Marvelous have so much as touched it since they started. Marvelous’s thumbs brush tantalizingly close to his nipples as he pushes Don’s shirt up towards his shoulders, and Don doesn’t bother trying to hold back a whimper - he’d told Marvelous to make him feel good, after all, so there’s no harm in letting him know he’s doing a good job of it!

Don raises his arms above his head, and Marvelous pushes the shirt up over them, his hands closing easily around Don’s wrists as he pulls the shirt all the way off. Don can still feel the traces of Marvelous’s touch from his hips all the way up, his body practically quivering from it, and once the shirt is off it feels natural to drop his arms back down and drape them around Marvelous’s neck to steady himself. “That was good,” he says, a little breathless, “that was so good, you’re such a clever boy.” He moves one hand to take Marvelous’s chin in his fingers and kisses his waiting mouth, then reaches back to slip his fingers into Marvelous’s hair. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Marvelous’s for a moment so that he can catch his breath. This is all so intense, and it’s only going to get moreso as they go, and as much as Don is enjoying it, he knows he needs to pace himself. And if Marvelous senses that, and moves his hands to steady Don himself, well, Don’s not going to punish him for it.

Don lowers his arms from around Marvelous’s neck and leans back so that he can pick up Marvelous’s coat from behind him, and puts it back on over his bare skin. “Now,” he says, pulling the sleeves over his arms, “we’re going to do things a bit differently this time.” He moves one hand to Marvelous’s hip and snaps the waistband of his underwear again. “Take these off,” he says. “They’re in my way.” He pushes himself up onto his knees so that Marvelous will have room to maneuver, and braces his hands on Marvelous’s shoulders. He’s well aware that this will bring his bare chest into Marvelous’s line of sight, but since Marvelous doesn’t have permission to touch yet, he’s just going to have to restrain himself.

Marvelous knows he is going to get a kiss for that and already has his chin tilted up to look at Don's face anyway, his mouth slightly parted in expectation. He smiles into the kiss after hearing Don's praise. He could tell from Don's reactions that he needed that! The pretty whimper, and the slight tremble to his body as it was touched. Maybe Marvelous needs five times as much contact (and about just as many more orgasms) than Don to bring them to the same point satisfaction-wise, but that doesn't mean all watching and no touching is the way it has to be for Don all of the time! That's no good at all! Marvelous knows he's good enough with his hands for that to tide Don over for a little while now, until he can stand some more.

His breathing is short and sharp, and Don presses his forehead to Marvelous's as he fights for control over it until it is slower and steadier. Marvelous's instinct is to put arms around Don to anchor him, but he only tentatively reaches up to Don's hips after he discards the shirt to the floor, fingers barely skating his skin first, so that he can assess whether Don approves or not. He doesn't seem to have a problem with it at all, so Marvelous places his hands on Don properly to hold onto him.

Until Don recovers, at which point he reaches behind himself for Marvelous's coat to put it back on again - apparently it isn't going anywhere just yet! Marvelous ducks his head to hide his smile. Which means he is looking down already when Don pings the elastic of his waistband again. That little action really grabs your attention! Lightly stinging his hip, but not in a way that causes any actual pain. Marvelous has no idea what doing things differently means, but he would love to find out! "Yes sir," he says for good measure as he wriggles swiftly out of his underwear - he knows what could happen if he forgets to say it! When he has them off he looks back up to find Don's chest right in his face and has to press his lips together to hold back a whimper of his own.

Marvelous obeys Don’s orders and tugs his underwear down past his thighs, slipping it off without any problem at all despite Don’s position limiting his mobility. He’s completely naked now, a gorgeous sight that Don takes a moment to admire. And he has to smirk when he sees the way Marv reacts upon realizing that Don’s chest is so close to his face.

“See something you like?” he teases, lowering himself back into Marvelous’s lap and running his fingers down Marvelous’s chest. “I know I do.” He looks back down at Marvelous’s cock, flushed and fully erect again, and traces his fingertips up and down the bare length of it. “Mmm, you’re all ready for me, aren’t you, with your nice big cock just waiting to be put to use again...” He gives the head of Marvelous’s cock a pinch before moving his hands to Marvelous’s arms, running them down to his wrists. “And you’re so good with your hands, too, I don’t want to let them go to waste.”

Don lifts Marvelous’s hands back to his chest, the same way he’d done earlier but with both of them this time. “Remember what I had you do earlier?” he says, positioning Marvelous’s hands so that his thumbs can brush over his nipples. “You did it so well, I want you to do it with both hands now. Just lightly, like before, don’t get carried away. And while you’re doing that...” He puts one hand on Marvelous’s shoulder and lowers the other back to his cock, but this time it’s not just to tease him. Don wraps his fingers around Marvelous’s cock and starts to stroke it in earnest, a little on the rough side - he wants to wear Marvelous out, after all, to work him until he’s too tender to come anymore, and he’s not going to get there by being gentle. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to make use of this.”

Though the simplicity of the stroking motion allows Don to focus more of his attention on the wonderful things Marvelous is doing to his nipples - he has to tip his head back and whimper again at how good it feels - Don can’t let Marvelous think all he’s going to do is jerk him off. After a minute of stroking him, Don shifts his own hips forward, close enough that he can rub Marvelous’s cock against his own. He can’t bear to deny himself attention any longer, but he still can’t afford to let himself get too excited yet, so he leaves his underwear on and rubs the very tip of Marvelous’s cock up and down the bulge of his own. “Mmm, that’s good,” he whimpers, the pleasure of having Marvelous touching him in his most sensitive places flooding his senses. “Tell me how much you like having me use you like this,” he adds, his voice husky, “and ask my leave when you’re ready to come.”

See something you like? Don asks, and Marvelous can't resist admitting it with another, "yes, sir," spoken quietly but very emphatically. He would say more if he thought he'd be allowed to, since Don appreciates the compliments so much, but at least he can tell he's affecting Marvelous again and again. Every time Don touches his cock, no matter how teasing or how firmly, Marvelous just wants to insist that yes, it's big, and hard, and ready to please Don however he likes! Don doesn't give him time to even think about doing it before giving him his next directions.

And he did say it was time for something a little diffferent. Different, and requiring much more control. Marvelous allows Don to raise his hands until his thumbs are over Don's nipples - both this time instead of just one - and as he flicks his thumbs lightly across them to assure Don he understands, he thinks yes, he can do this, he can play lightly at Don's nipples and not get carried away. Probably. Except that once Don has done that he reaches down and squeezes Marvelous's cock, but doesn't let go again the way he has been doing. He actually starts stroking a little more fiercely than Marvelous would've expected of him! It's a shock, but a good one. A really good one. Marvelous gasps, hips jerking, but he manages to keep himself firmly in place otherwise Don might be knocked off-balance.

He has to takes a moment to concentrate on whether his thumbs are still playing gently across Don's nipples, because matching the pace of Don's stroke would've been a bad idea. It's a fun thing to have to balance really - he can play gently with Don's sensitive nipples, and at the same time be receiving some rough stroking to his cock, and Don gets to experience both rhythms at once too! It's pretty clever of Don.

But he isn't just going to jerk Marvelous off. Don pushes his hips forward, and then their cocks are rubbing together, though through the fabric of Don's underwear. Don is actually using his hand on Marvelous's cock to control where he rubs Don, and how firmly. Marvelous isn't even being given the choice of grinding against one another and seeing what happens naturally. He really is being used.

"I love it, sir," he insists when Don asks him to say how much he likes being used. He tries to keep his hips from jerking too hard again, circling his fingers over Don's nipples were the lightest touch he can muster. "I love you doing whatever you want with me, making use of my hands, and my mouth, and my cock to pleasure you. I'll do whatever you want, I only want to make you feel good, so good. Please tell me what else I can do for you to make you happy. I'll do anything."

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