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.
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Date: 2013-01-11 01:24 pm (UTC)From: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.