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“So,” Alex says with a smile that raises several red flags for Greg. He's sitting on his lap, having gotten him half-hard from his squirming around while they kissed. Greg raises an eyebrow. “We did say I could dom sometime.”
“We said you could try domming sometime,” Greg corrects. “Don’t think I'm going to make it easy for you.”
Alex looks solemn. “Wouldn’t want you to.”
Greg sighs. “Right now?” Alex nods, looking pathetically hopeful. He hesitates, but he’s dying to know what Alex has in mind. “Sure. Do your worst.”
“Don't I always?” Alex says. Greg harrumphs while Alex kisses his neck, pleasure with just a hint of pain, perfectly balanced. He lets himself relax into it, even hitching his hips upwards, giving Alex something to punish him for—but Alex doesn’t react, just mouths his way down to his collarbone.
Abruptly, he stops. “We really should go to the bedroom,” he says as he climbs off Greg’s lap.
Maybe he thinks they haven’t started yet. He should know better. Alex is already heading for the hallway. “And if I don't?” Greg asks with a wicked smile.
But Alex doesn’t turn around to see it, or even pause. “Then don’t.” He disappears into the bedroom.
Greg grinds his teeth. No threats, no incentives, just indifference. Not a strategy he expected, and he’s annoyed that it’s working. Alex knows he doesn’t have to spell it out for him—he’s smart enough to put it together on his own in the blink of an eye. He can be stubborn and disobedient and stay out here and get nothing, or he can go to the bedroom and have sex. Alex assumes that even if Greg’s lust doesn’t win out, his curiosity will. And he’s right.
Greg thinks about making him wait, but there’s every chance that if he delays, Alex will get himself off and give Greg nothing. Growling to himself, Greg gets up and plods towards the bedroom.
Alex is already naked. He's lounging on the bed, stroking his cock almost absent-mindedly. When Greg enters he beams. “Hello, Greg. Lovely to see you. So glad you could join me.” When Greg doesn’t reply he carries on brightly, “Well, strip off your clothes and get up here!”
The same logic applies. Refusal gets him nothing. Eventually that leverage will run out, but not here. Alex has somehow created a situation in which Greg wants the sex more than he does. It’s genius, really, and he resents it. Grinding his teeth, he obeys Alex’s cheerful instructions.
As soon as he lays down Alex’s hands start roving over his body as he kisses him. He climbs half-atop of him and rubs his thigh against Greg’s cock, swallowing down Greg’s moan like it’s delicious nectar. “I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs in Greg’s ear. “And you’re going to love it. I'm going to make it so good.” It doesn’t sound like a threat, it sounds—sincere? “I know you love it, dear,” he continues, “but it’s hard for you to ask. So I'm giving it to you without you having to.”
Greg’s breath catches and he hates himself for it. This is just part of his act, even if he’s right. Especially because he’s right, and knowledge is power. Leverage. He tries to drown out his gratitude with irritation.
He feels cold when Alex pulls away. He rummages in a drawer and takes up his place between Greg’s legs, smiling devilishly. “Firstly,” he says, "I want to preserve your brilliance.” Greg watches with grim horror as Alex settles a cock ring around the base of his prick. He should have expected this.
“Apparently, a lot of people think that preventing yourself from finishing makes you smarter. Preserves your vitality instead of shooting it out everywhere and wasting it.” Manipulated in here by the promise of orgasm, only to have it denied. It's inspired, and if it wasn’t being executed on him, he’d love it.
“Of course, if you disagree,” Alex says as he lubes up a finger and starts working Greg open, “just let me know. All you have to do is ask.”
Alex looks cheerful and Greg can only assume it’s glee at getting one over on him. He should know better than to think Greg will ask. He's only setting himself up to be denied. Maybe he’ll cum anyway; Alex has managed it a few times with a cock ring on.
He watches silently as Alex works, kissing the inside of his knees as he does so. It's grotesquely gentle, loving, and while it doesn’t make his skin crawl—part of him adores it, in fact—it makes him deeply suspicious. He still doesn’t quite have a grasp on his angle.
Alex pulls out his finger and Greg waits for him to lube up a second, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s rolling a condom on his prick. The bastard is going to fuck him like this? His fists clench but he bites his tongue. He won’t give him the satisfaction.
Alex sees his reaction though and says cheerily, “Don’t worry! My pathetic cock is so small that one finger is plenty of prep to take me. I'm sure this won’t hurt at all.” Greg grinds his teeth. Having his own words turned back on him is aggravating, and in a way he never would have imagined. “But if you feel like you need more, just ask!” Alex is grinning from ear to ear. Greg glowers at him.
Greg’s breath hisses through his teeth as Alex pushes into his hole, his body giving way with painful reluctance. The stretch burns and he squeezes his eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep his eyes from watering. He's not crying but it’s just the sort of pain to make your eyes prickle unbidden, and Alex will see and make fun of him for crying during sex for the rest of his godforsaken life.
Greg is too old for this; and yet he’ll have to bear it, because there’s a snowball’s chance in hell he’s going to trot out their new safeword the very first time Alex doms. He’d never live it down.
Alex is fucking him shallow and slow and it hurts. He’s going to tear him open if they keep going like this. He can’t do it, can’t go to work on Monday if Alex keeps going. He feels trapped. Desperate, he grinds out, “Open me up more.”
Alex stops but doesn’t pull out yet. “Sorry, was that a question?”
Greg is going to kill him when this is over. “Could you open me up more before you fuck me?” His voice is strained with pain and irritation.
“Only if you ask nicely,” Alex says, smiling cherubically.
Greg has to take several deep breaths. “Could you please open me up more?” If Alex wants him to ask in a deferent or even neutral tone, he’s not sure he can do it.
“Of course!” Alex says brightly, finally pulling his cock out. Greg groans with relief. “I'm glad you asked.”
The sound of the lube bottle and two fingers slip inside his entrance. He’s still sore from even his brief fucking, but Alex is gentle and opens him up slowly, thoroughly. “I love seeing you happy,” Alex says softly, glancing up at him with a little smile. “I love pleasing you. And most of all,” and here his smile turns to something closer to a smirk, "I love when doing exactly what I want to do pleases you.”
Greg looks at him long and hard. “So you're a benevolent dom? That's your angle?”
Alex shrugs. “Maybe. I think benevolence is in the eye of the beholder.”
“I expected more insults.”
“Maybe next time,” Alex says as he wipes his fingers clean.
“Presumptuous.” He watches Alex roll on a new condom.
Alex is nonplussed. “You signed the contract, Greg. Don't tell me you’re breaking your word already.”
That shuts him up. The contract is the bedrock to all of this. Without it, everything falls apart.
Alex pushes his cock into him again and this time it slides in smoothly, Greg’s hole seemingly as greedy for it as Greg himself is. His eyes flutter closed as Alex bottoms out.
“Please keep your hands on the bed,” Alex says pleasantly. “If you wish to touch yourself, or me… or cum… or anything you’re not getting, just ask. I'm sure I can find a way to make it happen.”
Greg is still annoyed, but now he’s mostly impatient. Maybe Alex won’t be able to help himself and he’ll let his hands wander. The thought of Alex fucking him like this and not touching him is… not unbearable, but certainly disheartening. If he was being mean it would be different; but this strange mix of kindness and pettiness he’s adopted has him off-kilter, and he wants to feel him. Feel how much Alex wants him. Loves him. Which is not what this was supposed to be at all—how has the wanker managed this?
Alex still hasn’t started fucking him. he cracks an eye open and glares at him. “I need to know that you heard me,” Alex says patiently.
Greg growls but confirms he heard. Alex smiles, thanks him, and finally begins to pump his cock in and out of Greg’s ass, looking proud as punch.
It feels better than he remembered. He should do this more often, maybe put Alex on a leash or something. He's still irritated, but he has to admit to himself that he’s letting this happen because he enjoys it.
Even so, he’s not going to demean himself by asking for Alex to touch him, no matter how much he’s craving it. He has one hand braced on Greg’s knee, the other on his hip. It's not nearly enough.
What would Alex do, he wonders, if he started touching himself? Or him? He slides a hand down to his hip to cover Alex’s, while the other creeps towards his chest to play with a nipple. Alex’s eyes are sharp, and he stops moving almost immediately.
“I don’t remember hearing you ask permission to touch either of us,” he says, chiding.
Greg looks at him plaintively, hoping that will be enough. Alex is unmoved. “Please,” he says quietly, “I want to be touched. And touch you.”
“Of course, my dear,” Alex says, more gentle than smug. Greg bristles; it feels like pity, like he’s too fragile to handle anything else. But Alex’s smooth hands on his belly, his lips on his knee, soothe him. Alex has never touched him quite like this before; not with deference or anger or possessive desire, not just with love, but with something else he can’t quite name.
Alex starts fucking him again, leaning forward between his legs to cradle his face and pinning his cock between their bellies. Greg hopes to god it will be enough. Asking for permission—for the ability to cum is just too far. He won’t lower himself to that.
He turns his head into Alex’s hand and a thumb slips into his mouth. He tongues at it, plays with it, and Alex makes a satisfied sound.
He lightly rakes his nails across Greg’s belly, making him moan. Even done softly it feels like Alex is desperate for him. He comes easily when Alex hooks his thumb in his mouth and grips his chin to pull him up, closer. He has to brace his arms behind him to sit up, but it’s worth it. Alex kisses him sloppily around his thumb before pulling it out and dragging his hand down to hold his nape, the trail of spit cold as it dries.
Greg kisses him back with barely audible groans, and it only makes Alex fuck him harder. He spreads his legs wider, just as desperate as Alex is, wanting as much as possible so maybe, just maybe, he can overcome the cock ring.
“If you, wouldn’t mind,” Alex pants out, “could you please play with my tits?”
Asking, not ordering; and it does feel like a question, not a forgone conclusion. But he finds to his surprise that he does want to; not out of fear, not even merely out of the need to touch him, but from his desire to return his kindness. Serve him; something he’s never dreamed of feeling.
He falls back onto the bed to free his hands and Alex is half on top of him, one of Greg’s thighs hiked up towards his chest and the way it pulls him open for Alex’s cock to slam deep inside has him moaning and arching his back.
Still he remembers his duty and his hands stroke Alex’s chest, massaging his pecs, rolling his nipples, watching hungrily as Alex reacts to his touch. He’s getting close, Greg can tell, but as keyed up as he himself is, he can tell the cock ring has mastered him.
Sweat rolls down Alex’s chest, body twitching with mounting ecstasy, and he looks down at Greg with a hopeful expression. He closes his eyes against it. Alex wants him to ask; and they both know that if he asks, Alex will say yes. A masterfully designed trap, where willfully denying himself makes him look like an idiot, but accepting what he wants humiliates him. Alex has stripped away his pride in a way he could never have conceived of.
“Please,” he groans, opening his eyes. “I want to cum.”
A huge smile spreads across Alex’s face. “Of course, darling,” he says, coming to a halt. It's but the work of a moment to slip the ring off. Greg’s voice breaks as blood surges through his cock again and suddenly he’s so close—
Alex blindly tosses it aside and resumes his frantic pace. “Touch me,” Greg breathes. He could probably do it himself now and Alex wouldn’t stop him; but he wants it to be him.
Alex nods and wraps a hand around his cock. Greg bucks up into the touch with a groan, sensitive from denial. “That’s it,” Alex says, and his voice sounds musical to Greg’s ears despite his ragged breathing. “I’ve got you. Let it go.”
Greg ruts into Alex’s grip and a few strokes later he keens and arches, rigid, as he pumps lines of cum across his belly. He can dimly see Alex grinning as he shivers and moans from Greg pulsing around him; he runs both of his hands through his damp hair to pull him closer, squeezing around him when the throbbing finally stops. He remembers his orders—his request—and drags his hands back down to his chest, squeezing and pulling on his tender nipples until Alex is mewling his name and shuddering, jerkily thrusting his hips. Greg can see his whole body throbbing with it and helplessly, selfishly pulls him down to lay against his chest as the movements of his hips slow.
Alex presses his forehead against Greg’s chest as he pumps his hips for the last few times, twitching with the orgasmic pleasure sending electricity through his body at random. Greg says nothing, just skates his hands over the planes of his sweaty back while they both catch their breath.
Alex drags himself up another few inches, his cock slipping out of his hole, and kisses him with a moan. “Good,” he pants against his lips. “You're so good, Greg.”
Greg surges up to kiss him again because he can’t say thank you, can’t admit with words what his body has already given away; can’t say aloud how wonderful it feels to have been good for someone else. He’s not supposed to enjoy that, not allowed to care what other people want from him. But right now he would do anything in the world that Alex asked of him, just to see him smile.
But Alex doesn’t ask anything of him except that he stay put while he cleans them off. Greg feels bereft as he disappears into the master bath and as soon as the cum has been wiped from his belly he pulls him in close, threading their legs together and kissing him again. “You did well too,” he tells him. It’s the most he can give him; but the way Alex beams at him tells him it’s enough.
They cuddle in silence for a while, Alex holding him. Greg finds himself drifting, maybe towards sleep, maybe just out of his body. He nuzzles at Alex’s neck just to be closer to him. He can tell this is strange, but right now it feels right. Safe.
Alex’s voice tugs him back towards himself. “So… did you like it?”
Even like this, Greg can hear the trepidation in his voice he’s trying to cover. “Yeah,” he says. With great effort he rouses his brain enough to string a few words together. “Very interesting. Not what I expected.”
Alex chuckles. “‘Interesting,’ huh? I was hoping for ‘hot’ or even ‘enjoyable.’ ‘Satisfying.’”
“Well, sure,” Greg says into his chest. “That too. But intellectually… interesting. Not a strategy that would have occurred to me. Always love… your mind comes at things differently.” He's still only half-tethered, reticent to return.
“Thanks, love,” Alex says, kissing the top of his head. He knows a Greg compliment when he hears one. After a pause: “Don’t expect me to be so nice next time.” Greg makes a little ‘mm?’ noise. “I mean, I might be, but don’t count on it.”
Greg laughs softly. “Noted.”
“I have lots of ideas,” Alex insists.
“Course you do,” Greg mumbles. He sucks on his collarbone, not hard, but with an affection that says “shut up now, dear.”
Alex runs his fingers through Greg’s hair and it makes him moan a little. He still feels a bit… stripped bare. Laid open for Alex’s hands and words to play him like an instrument. Whispering so quietly Greg almost doesn’t hear it, Alex says “I love you.”
Greg doesn’t say it back, but his arms tighten around Alex and he kisses his neck. “We can sleep now,” Alex says softly. Greg nods against his body, eyes already closed. Dimly he wonders if he’ll be embarrassed about this later; but right now he feels the most content he’s been in decades.
It's not until he wakes up an hour later that Greg whispers “I love you, too” to Alex’s slumbering form. He likes to think Alex heard it anyway, in his dreams. He kisses his cheek and carefully extracts himself so he can get dressed. There's work to do.