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"You know," Aiden starts as he slowly approaches Jake, his steps careful yet purposeful, like a predator hunting its prey, "sometimes I really wonder if some people are born with no brains at all."
A laugh escapes Jake, "Did one of your coworkers mess up or something?"
"No, worse. A higher up who likes to pretend that they know what we're doing or what we're writing, yet takes all of the credit for our work," Aiden nearly spits out in frustration, his words covered with such venom that it almost makes Jake think they're directed at him. His partner sharply inhales, clearly trying to keep his composure intact, but with every step Jake can see the tremors in his shoulders, his fists clenched tightly by his sides as he kicks off his shoes. "I really have to wonder how it is that some idiots think that they're smart when they have nothing inside those thick skulls of theirs. The world would be a more simple place if they just decided to fuck off."
Jake hums as Aiden rests a hand on his shoulder before pushing him back. He goes easily, his back digging into the cushions of the couch before his boyfriend is slowly straddling his hips, resting comfortably in his lap. Jake rests both of his hands on Aiden's hips, casting him a curious look.
"It's a bit frustrating," Aiden sighs, looking down at Jake, "being surrounded by those kinds of people. But not as frustrating as being denied what you want."
"And what is it that you want?" He asks, feeling the way his partner is almost shaking with anticipation. He wants something so badly, something to keep him grounded, and Jake grins knowing that he's the only one who can grant him any sense of relief in this moment.
He groans as Aiden slowly grinds his hips against his, feeling himself grow hard.
"To be recognized for my work," Aiden simply answers, his hand coming up to mess with the collar of Jake's shirt. It's not long before he's casting a sly smile in his direction. "But, y'know... having my way with you would be nice, too."
Jake loves how straightforward his partner becomes when it comes to his own desires. He's swallowing thickly, trying to quell the excitement he feels deep in his gut as he laughs.
He leans back comfortably, smiling as Aiden starts to unbutton his shirt with ease. It seems that he can't wait.
Here's the thing about Aiden:
He cuts no edges when it comes to sex. He's equally as insatiable as Jake, their libidos so high that they can go at it for hours if they so desire (and have shamelessly done time and again). On most days, Aiden is content to have Jake take the reins, to have him take and take and take until one or both of them can't take it anymore. It's something Jake never takes for granted, because his partner is always willing to fulfill his needs even as he is pleasing Aiden with his mouth and fingers.
Naturally, this means that Jake is always willing to fulfill Aiden's needs—after all, it wouldn't be fair if Jake was the only one having all the fun now, would it?
Aiden is normally a very sweet person in bed when he takes the lead, showering Jake in praise and kisses that almost give him a toothache, working him through the pleasure with care.
But on the days that Aiden is practically demanding to take what he wants from Jake without a second thought, to pin him down enough to the point that he can bruise, to kiss him with such fervor that it nearly leaves him breathless, Jake thinks Aiden can be a cruel, unforgiving bedmate—and he thrives with every passing second.
Still, nothing can prepare Jake from the shameless, almost pathetic moan that escapes him as Aiden pulls his fingers out, denying his orgasm for the sixth time that night.
"Jake, don't be like that," Aiden coos as his fingers prod at Jakes's gaping hole, flashing him a wicked grin. "This is supposed to be for me, isn't it?"
Jake fixes him with a tight smile, deciding to not grace with him an answer.
It is for Aiden—the way Jake has his wrists bound, a dark green silk rope keeping him tethered to the headboard, and his nude body on full display for his boyfriend to gaze upon and touch as much as his heart desires. He touches Jake with such ease and scarily accurate precision, each stroke and thrust enough to have him quivering against the sheets.
He can count on his hands the amount of times Aiden has fingered him open, shoving three fingers up his asshole and prodding his prostate with such force that it punches guttural moans from his throat without fail. But every time his back arches off the bed, his whole body shaking from the sheer pleasure coursing through his veins, getting closer and closer to cumming on the spot, Aiden stops entirely, pulling his fingers out with such a sweet smile it nearly angers Jake.
Having his pleasure completely at Aiden's mercy always results in some of the most toe-curling orgasms he has ever experienced in his life, but they don't always come for free. It's by no means unfair—it's quite the opposite, actually, but the way Aiden is treating him now, dangling his orgasm in front of his face yet taking it away at the last second is unfair.
Jake groans when Aiden presses his fingers inside once more, sparks of pleasure firing off across his skin. He feels so full, moaning as Aiden's fingers slowly start thrusting. He instinctively clenches around them as Aiden soothes his free hand against Jake's thigh, his touch nearly searing his skin.
Aiden clicks his tongue. "You're still so tight, babe," he murmurs as he starts thrusting his fingers faster, prodding against Jake's prostate with such ease that he can't stop the loud moans that escape his lips. "You gotta loosen up for me if you want my strap."
Jake groans as his body rapidly heats up, pleasure building up at a scarily fast rate, his orgasm creeping up on him once more. His wrists tug against the bindings, the headboard shaking from the sheer force that Aiden let out a small laugh at his struggle.
"Do you wanna cum?" Aiden asks as he leans down to mouth at Jake's abdomen, ignoring his weeping cock that's straining painfully against him.
He looks down to meet his partner's gaze and he shivers at the predatory look swirling in Aiden's eyes, and he wants nothing more than to be utterly consumed, to be used as nothing but a cocksleeve for his strap.
"Aiden, please," Jake whimpers, lifting his hips so Aiden can fuck his fingers deeper into his hole. His eyes flutter shut as his partner fucks faster, deeper, harder, his body trembling as he gets closer and closer to his release. "I'm so close, please, Aiden—"
There's a split second where Jake thinks that Aiden will finally be kind to him, that his partner will grant him mercy and he will finally be able to cum after being denied for so long—
But Aiden immediately stops his fingers, filling his hole down to the knuckle, and Jake gasps as he catches his breath before his body collapses against the mattress. His eyes snap open to meet Aiden's gaze, and he groans as the other man slowly pulls out his fingers, ignoring the near sob that is torn from his throat at the emptiness that follows.
"Why..." his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. His boyfriend has never denied him this many times before, and he feels as if he's being driven up a wall. He feels so—
"It doesn't feel good, does it?" Aiden asks with a tilt of his head, cutting off Jake's thoughts. "Being denied what you want."
Jake swallows thickly. "Aiden..."
"Wouldn't you say that it's rather..." he places both hands on Jake's thighs, spreading his legs open. "...frustrating?"
Jake's mouth falls agape in surprise when he realizes what Aiden is doing. He has to suppress the laugh that bubbles in his chest, flashing a sly smirk in the man's direction. Aiden is trying desperately to get Jake on the same level as him, to feel the same amount of frustration that is coursing through his veins, so much so that they both practically exude it.
He almost starts teasing Aiden, thinking of riling him up so he could get fucked faster, but he shuts his mouth the moment Aiden straightens out his back and Jake gets the perfect view of the silicone dildo hanging between Aiden's thighs. He watches as his partner adjusts the harness, making sure it's secure in place before he settles between Jakes's legs.
A violent shudder runs through his body as the tip of the strap brushes against his hole, and Jake weakly moans. He's so goddamn sensitive and pent up and annoyed, and Aiden hasn't even touched his cock the whole time, ignoring it all the while he's writhing underneath him.
If it was Aiden's intention to frustrate and annoy the hell out of him, he has certainly succeeded. Jake has never felt this wound up during sex, his whole body taut with tension. Still, he bites back the single word that would have Aiden stop in his tracks in an instant, because he's willing to see this through to the end even if he must be foiled at every turn beforehand.
He's not wholly prepared for the way Aiden reaches out to him, gripping his chin with his hand and forcing him to look up. They lock eyes and Jake swallows thickly as Aiden gently swipes his thumb across his bottom lip.
"Well, Jake?" He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't you agree it's frustrating being denied what you want?"
Jake's mind almost shuts off entirely when he feels the tip of the strap catch on his hole, and he exhales sharply as he tries to come up with an answer.
"Mhm—it's f-frustrating, Aiden," he responds, unable to stop the low moan that escapes him as the strap prods against him, dangerously close to just slipping in.
Oh what he would give to be fucked stupid right now.
Aiden smiles at him, seemingly satisfied with his answer.
"If you're a good boy and politely ask for what you want," he starts, a devilish smile tugging at his lips, "I'll give it to you. How does that sound?"
There has to be a catch, Jake thinks to himself.
"Is it really that simple?" He asks.
Aiden hums. "It can be, if you make it simple for both you and me."
"I find that hard to believe."
"But what do you stand to lose?"
Not much, of course—and they're both painfully aware of that fact.
Jake takes a deep breath, squirming beneath Aiden's gaze. He's not used to being this exposed, to having every single bit of control entirely in the palm of Aiden's hand. But there's something almost exhilarating about it, knowing that his partner is taking immense joy in every second that Jake is suffering.
If he didn't know any better, he'd think his boyfriend to be a sadist.
But he's just going to pin that on Aiden's current mood if anything.
Jake tugs at his bindings once more. Aiden has made them painfully tight—still enough to give him circulation in his wrists, but able to withstand any tugging and pulling from him. It gets his blood all hot, knowing that Aiden absolutely wants him at his complete mercy, all his for the taking.
He raises an eyebrow at Jake. "Well?"
Well. Surely it can't be anything worse than what he has already been through tonight.
"...Please," Jake says quietly.
"Please what?"
Jake groans when Aiden presses his hand against his abdomen, his muscles seizing up from how close it is to his cock. He looks down and can see a bead of precum forming at the tip, his desire clearly on display for Aiden.
He lets out a shaky sigh. "P-Please fuck me."
"Is that all that you want?" Aiden asks, humming as if he's expecting more. "To fuck you until you can't think anymore?"
He curses as Aiden begins tracing indiscernible shapes into his skin, drawing closer and closer to his cock. Jake arches his back, an almost pained groan leaving him as a violent shiver runs through his entire body. He wants Aiden to touch him so badly, to grant him release, to use him again and again as his brain can't think of anything but the strap that's fucking him stupid.
He nearly cries out in relief when the tip of Aiden's finger gently brushes against his slit. Tears form in his eyes, and he knows it's not enough, it'll never be enough, but having his lover finally touch him is enough to have him melting into the sheets.
"Fuck, yes—" Jake whines, crying out as Aiden presses against his slit harder, spreading his precum across the tip of his cock. "God, Aiden, please, make me cum—"
He can practically hear it, the way Aiden's control finally snaps—like the ripping of pages from a notebook, echoing through the air as they're ripped from the binding. Jake doesn't even get a second to fully process the way Aiden nearly pulls away from him entirely, only to roughly grab his hips and pin him down so he can't move.
He's not wholly prepared for the way Aiden almost bends his body in half, a surprised sound leaving him before it's immediately replaced with a loud moan as Aiden slides his strap into Jake's hole with ease. It's quick, it's dirty, and he instinctively clenches around the silicone cock as if he was made to take it, quivering as Aiden fills him up.
"There you go," Aiden coos, a bit breathless. "Was that so hard now?"
The moment he's filled to the base he almost starts babbling, incoherent noises leaving his lips as Aiden sets an unforgiving pace, the bed almost shaking from how hard he's fucking into Jake. The cock is far thicker than Aiden's fingers, reaches far deeper than Aiden ever could, and when it starts pounding against his prostate with each punishing thrust, he practically sobs.
"Fuck, Aiden—" Jake whines, looking up at his boyfriend with bleary eyes. The tears threaten to spill but he won't cry—no, not yet, at least, not until Aiden dangles his orgasm in front of him like it's a prize for him alone.
Aiden laughs, and the sound goes straight to his cock, throbbing painfully against him as Aiden's fingers dig into his thighs, grasping at his skin and muscles as if it's his only tether to reality.
"Good boy. What do you say?" he taunts.
Jake can't think straight.
"Thank—" he tries to say, but he's cut off with one perfectly calculated thrust against his prostate. The lines between pain and pleasure begin to blur, and Jake almost starts crying at how good it feels. "Fuck, I—"
"Don't be like that," Aiden admonishes him, but he sounds so breathless, as if merely watching Jake is enough to take the air out of him. "Come on, pretty boy, I know you can do it."
His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and he knows damn well that being able to form any coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence will be impossible with the way Auden is fucking him. But even through the haze of his pleasure, Jake can see the challenge his boyfriend is hanging in front of him, enough to drive the both of them up a wall.
Jake moans, his body taut with tension every time Aiden fills him up to the brim, and all he wants is more more more—
"T-Thank you," he barely manages to choke out. Aiden smiles at him, and Jake nearly starts thrashing against his restraints when his partner takes his cock into his hand, starting to gently stroke him. He feels his mind on the verge of giving out, of losing itself to the blinding pleasure. "Haaa, thank you—fuck—thank you thank you thank you—"
"There you go," Aiden says sweetly, leaning down to kiss the tip of Jake's nose. "That's a good boy now."
Jake can't stop the pathetic sob that escapes him as Aiden begins trailing kisses down his neck. They're tender in contrast to how rough Aiden's hips are pressing against his, the slapping of skin on skin so loud and obscene that it almost makes Jaks blush in embarrassment.
With every thrust, he can feel himself hurtling towards his orgasm at such a rapid rate that it makes his head spin. A high-pitched moan leaves his lips when he feels Aiden nip at his skin, close to his pulse point. His partner smirks against him before he's twisting his wrist, jerking off Jake's cock in tandem with his thrusts. It's getting increasingly hard to stave off his orgasm, and for a split second he thinks that Aiden would tear it away from him once more, put him through tortuous rapture to the point he'd actually lose all coherent thought—
"Do you wanna cum for me, Jake?"
He whimpers as Aiden lifts his head, leaning in close enough that their noses gently bump against one another. Jake's vision is blurry with unshed tears, but he can see the sweet smile his partner is giving him, a quick kiss planted against his lips. He tries to lean in for more but Aiden slows his hips, and he whines only to be shushed in response.
"Come on, babe, you gotta answer the question," Aiden tells him, his hand coming to a stop on his cock as well. They lock eyes. "Do you wanna be a good boy and cum for me?"
He doesn't hesitate, vigorously nodding as he squirms beneath Aiden. "Please, Aiden," he sobs as the tears finally begin to fall down his cheeks, desperate for his release. "Please, I need it, please please please—"
"Shhh..."
Jake nearly shouts as Aiden resumes his fast pace from earlier, the thrusts harsher and meaner and deeper, the torturous strokes on his cock returning as well.
"Aiden—"
"You're so good for me," Aiden praises him, nearly shaking him to his core. He's being so soft, so tender, and his partner begins peppering kisses all over his face even as the tears continue to fall. "Always so good for me, Jake."
"Yours," Jake begins to babble, unable to stop his mouth from running. "All yours, Aiden—fuck, I need you—"
He feels like he's about to explode.
It's a culmination of being denied his orgasm so many times in a row, enduring constant teasing from Aiden, the harsh thrusts against his prostate, and the quick strokes on his cock that nearly tip him over the edge. Even through his tears, as he sobs and shakes in his spot, he can't stop himself from calling out to his boyfriend.
"It's okay," he whispers, wiping away some of Jake's tears with his thumb. It's so painfully tender that he almost starts crying more. "I got you, Jake. You can let go."
And Jake crumbles.
White-hot blinding pleasure rips through him as he cums, sobbing as he finally releases for the first time that night. He cums for what feels like an eternity, his seed splattering against his chest and Aiden's. His partner rides out his orgasm, his thrusts eventually slowing down to a gradual roll against his hips and his hand gripping his cock with a caring touch before he stills entirely.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, as if he's just returned to the surface after doing a deep dive into the ocean. He slumps against the mattress, the warmth of Aiden's hands soothing against his skin a comforting sensation as he closes his eyes.
He groans as Aiden starts to slowly pull out, his walls clenching around the dildo one last time before he's met with that familiar emptiness from earlier. Jake feels boneless all over, content to stay in place, and he hears the endeared laugh that escapes Aiden as warm lips press against his temple.
"You did so good for me," Aiden whispers his praise, wiping away the sweat on Jakes's forehead with the back of his hand. "I'm going to untie you and then get something to wipe you down, okay?"
He merely hums in response, feeling the bed shift beneath Aiden's weight as he moves. Jake peeks an eye open as his partner loosens his restraints, and only when the silk rope is pulled away entirely does he sigh in relief, wringing out his wrists. Aiden smiles softly, brushing his bangs out of his face before gently tapping the tip of his nose.
"I'll be back," he murmurs before he's standing up from the bed and making his way towards the bathroom.
Jake merely watches him, drinking in the sight of his nude body before he disappears into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air for a brief moment. When Aiden returns, a damp washcloth in his hands, Jake can already see that he looks infinitely more relaxed than earlier, the tension in his shoulders entirely gone.
He smiles at Aiden as his partner leans over him, gently pressing the washcloth against his skin and wiping him down. The cool cloth does wonders against his warm skin, and he sighs as Aiden cleans him up, looking up at him all the while. Like this, he gets the perfect view of Aiden, sees how his eyes seem clearer now, no longer swirling with that thinly-veiled frustration from earlier.
The moment his chest is clean, he's reaching out to Aiden, prying the washcloth from his hands and tossing it off to the side before tugging him into the bed. Aiden laughs, the sound going straight to Jake's heart, and he smiles as his boyfriend joins him in bed.
He curls his body against Aidens's, melting into his embrace as Aiden wraps his arms around him, bringing them closer together. Jake buries his face into the gentle curve of Aiden's neck, inhaling his scent before sighing. He'll never tire of this—of the natural warmth his partner radiates, and Jake knows there's no safer place in the whole universe than here.