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Wilhelm walked up the white painted stairs with a clear destination. His steps were accustomed and the capturing melody caught his ears halfway, on the eighth step to be exact, was familiar. The noise strengthened within every step he took and eventually, Wilhelm stilled by the door on his right, listening for a full minute.
By his feet, laid a vague, dark mass of clothing. It was like a warning sign of the mess awaiting behind the closed door. Wilhelm picked up the t-shirt and knocked the door firmly. He always knocked, to respect his beloved.
Without a proper invite, Wilhelm peeked in and finally walked in. He had folded the t-shirt and set it down to the red divan. By its soft surface, laid clothing here and there and Wilhelm knew better than to touch them. This was Simon’s space.
He saw past the crumbled sheet papers, a dirty glass by the desk, clothing on the floor and hanging by the chair. He even left the dust unnoticed, dancing in the sunlight the big window reflected. He didn’t even look at the desk on his side or barely saw the mirror on his other side, staring at the brand new piano on the other end of the room. Wilhelm only saw the familiar set of curls.
In the corner of the room, behind the black colored instrument, sat his sunshine. His submissive appeared deeply concentrated, the long fingers flying from key to another and Wilhelm hesitated to intrude on the flow and the perfect piano music. Yet he had an aim.
”Love, dinner is almost ready”, he spoke softly after the song reached its final note. Simon looked up at him with a surprised but smile and left from behind the instrument.
”Honey, what do you mean by almost ready?” His submissive frowned, now standing within his reach. By instinct, Wilhelm pulled Simon closer, fingers curled around the bare wrist.
”Pasta is still boiling”, he answered, not really considering it as he fixed the wrinkle on his partner’s t-shirt. His fingers ran to the hem and lifted it to check a bruise he had more or less accidentally caused last night. Simon pulled the hem down with his palm but looked at him.
”And there’s enough water in the kettle?” He sounded more worried and now that Wilhelm thought about it, a weird smell reached his nostrils. He had left the stove on and it was highly possible that part of their dinner was stuck on the bottom of the metallic kettle.
His submissive pulled his arm free, not waiting for an answer before leaving his closeness. Simon rushed across the room and down the stairs, Wilhelm right behind. His beloved reached the kitchen first, turning off the stove and eyeing the burned pasta with critical eyes.
”Take care of this while I check the sauce”, he rushed to say. Simon barely looked at him, only offered the steaming kettle. Wilhelm arched his brow to the bossy nature of his submissive’s words but threw the kettle from his hands to the sink.
”There's pasta in the cabinet, put it boil”, his submissive commanded next, holding a spatula and not bothering to lift his eyes from the sauce. Wilhelm looked at his side, eyed the other from head to toes and wondered his audacity. He really wondered over the way his submissive hadn’t even looked at him. Simon’s focus seemed to be on seasoning the sauce he had already attempted to cook. It only grew his frustration.
Frustration hid under his casual expression as he stepped closer and curled his fingertip under Simon’s jaw. The gesture forced his submissive to look at him. Wilhelm studied the questioning expression, expressing a firm gaze himself.
”Who are you talking to? A friend? A peer?” He questioned strictly, making Simon blink rapidly. The spatula dropped from his hand and he finally seemed to have his submissive’s full focus. Wilhelm licked his lips in satisfaction. The rush they had had a moment ago was all gone and Simon was all his.
”N-no”, Simon hesitated and looked down to their feet. Wilhelm let go of his chin to let his hand run on his body. It wasn’t like he hadn’t just touched the delicate boy, two hours ago after coming home. Or right after waking up this morning or last night, oh he did indeed touch his submissive last night!
Wilhelm’s hand wandered on Simon’s thigh, noticing how the delicate boy stiffened. His submissive had made a mistake, both of them well aware of it without him verbalizing it.
With a flick of his wrist, Wilhelm gestured his submissive to turn around. The delicate boy turned his back to him and with a gentle pull, leant to the kitchen counter. A small whine left the plump lips but Wilhelm only smirked, watching how his round ass perked in that position. Simon turned to look at him over his shoulder.
Wilhelm pulled the bottom lip from between his teeth but didn’t grant eye-contact. He caressed the clothed ass, noted how his submissive tensed under his touch. Then he took a wooden spoon, forgotten by the kitchen counter.
”You should mix the sauce”, Simon smirked from over his shoulder. It was the last drop. His command was the last drop for Wilhelm who raised his hand. He slapped the clothed ass with the wooden spoon.
One, vigorous slap and a strangled cry filled the room. His submissive’s perfect body tensing under his gaze, Simon leaned down to the kitchen counter and hid his face in his palms. Wilhelm put the spoon down on the counter and caressed his curls softly.
”Taking it so well”, he encouraged his punished submissive. He was proud over the fact that his submissive’s body hadn't jerked but stayed in control under the harsh slap. He kept caressing the soft curls and watched how Simon lifted his head slowly. Tears pricked in the corner of his eyes but he smiled lightly. Wilhelm smiled back.
”Now, sunshine, you finish cooking the dinner”, Wilhelm stated coldly and took a step further. He watched Simon caress his bottom but standing up, not speaking any longer, only nodding. Wilhelm turned his back and left the room with a satisfied grin.
His submissive had been a brat for the past week, eight days to be specific. Wilhelm had pondered it yet still wasn’t certain why it happened. Simon had gained back The Training Collar two months ago and he had remained highly motivated for seven full weeks. Living together in their new house had started peacefully as his submissive had been angelic, eager and needy.
But the past eight days had been significantly harder. His beloved submissive’s tongue had been beyond witty. He tended not to hear a command or at least not act to it. His submissive even had the audacity to send pictures to his work. Wilhelm’s stress levels only leveled up as he watched how his brat enjoyed the lunch on their white design couch or how all the gorgeous marks of commitment were covered with makeup in his newest selfie.
Wilhelm brushed his teeth, seeing his expression on the bathroom mirror. He had those permanent, dark circles under his eyes but looked fine otherwise, splashing cold water on his face and wiping it.
He took the stairs towards their master bedroom and looked around for his partner. It was awfully silent in their two-bedroom apartment and Wilhelm grew certain that Simon was in his own room. His partner
was usually ready for bed minutes later than him, kneeling by their bed when he read the news on his phone.
The bedroom door cracked, only light coming from the hallway. Even if it was dark, Wilhelm could spot a familiar silhouette on his side of the bed. His submissive laid under the covers before he had permitted any of it.
It was a small detail, a routine they have both agreed on so Wilhelm gave a firm push. It was enough to throw the delicate boy off their shared bed with a helpless shriek. He looked up at Wilhelm, unsatisfied and laying against the cold, wooden floor.
”What the hell?” Simon groaned, looking up at him with a fierce gaze. Wilhelm sat on the bed and straightened his pillow. If anything, his own lips had curved to a knowing smile.
His submissive’s act came across playful, testing their rules and limits and this far, Wilhelm wasn’t bothered. At this point of their dynamics, after years of playing with the delicate boy, he knew that calmness brought Simon back to his own, obedient self.
Simon had stood up by the bed and Wilhelm eyed him with critical eyes. The expectations - how he was supposed to kneel - must have been clear for both of them. Yet Simon had only crossed his arms to his chest and stood firmly on his own, two feet. Wilhelm eyed him from the bed, studying him from head to toes. Kneel , he commanded
”Don’t think so, princess”, Simon smirked, shifting weight from his heels to his toes. His presence came across smug and Wilhelm couldn’t believe what he had to witness. He took a deep breath but didn’t let his annoyance shine through; What did you just say?
”No, princess”, Simon echoed, voice slow and clear. His smug smile had only widened and Wilhelm gritted his teeth. His fingers curled into fists from disrespect. He stood up and Simon seemed to take a step back.
A playful snicker echoed in the room before Simon turned his back and approached the door with hasty steps. Wilhelm didn’t bother to approach him, only sat on the bed again.
”Come back, brat or I need to get you a leash” He commanded, tapping the bed with his palm. He looked at his submissive, unplanned words flowing out of his mouth. He had actually planned to mention the leash - at some point - in a negotiation. The idea had tempted the corners of his mind for weeks.
”Get me a leash”, Simon snickered with a smirk on his lips. He didn’t appear to challenge, nor seemed uncomfortable and Wilhelm parted his lips.
Yellow lingered on his lips - they were stepping on somewhere new and unmapped. But they were also in the middle of something familiar and playful and Wilhelm had the solution. He pressed his lips close and laid down, focusing on his phone.
Cold ignorance was the most cruel form of a punishment for his brat and they both knew it. He heard Simon shift by the door but opened the news app. He did also search for a webstore and opened a section of collars and leashes, just in case.
After reading two recent articles, Wilhelm heard restless shifts coming from the door. A small groan ran deliciously to his ears and he knew the inner battle his submissive went through. At the same time, Simon probably wanted to lay beside him but not give up. In his heart, the delicate boy desired to be good.
After the third article, a small shift came right by the bed. Wilhelm closed the apps on his phone but didn’t grant his undivided focus. Not before he heard the correct word, coming in a form of a whisper; Please
”Please what?” Wilhelm asked darkly. He put the phone away, like every night when Simon had kneeled by the bed. Currently, like every night, the delicate boy held a perfect posture in his boxers and looked up with angelic eyes.
”Please, can I join the bed with you?” Simon asked. His voice came across more certain and Wilhelm frowned slightly to hint that he lacked something. With you, my Sir, his submissive tried again before the permission was granted for him.
”Oh love.. I can only wonder where all that brattiness comes from”, Wilhelm pondered out loud when Simon finally laid beside him. The delicate boy had curled by his side and his fingers drew invisible patterns against the flawless skin.
”You know, sunshine, we can’t afford any of that on Friday”, he continued. The words were more meant for him, his own nervousness than Simon, who was probably about to fall asleep.
”As your father visits us?” His submissive mumbled. Wilhelm shifted to see his full, peaceful expression. Simon’s eyes remained closed but he was clearly awake.
”Yes”, he answered dryly. Ludvig’s visit was something Wilhelm would rather forget. He continued the patterns against his partner’s bare skin and stared at the ceiling. He swallowed a sight, tried to forget the thought that found him again and again.
The visit had been mentioned several times already and after he had explained Simon why it was nerve-wracking, Simon had stopped asking. His submissive got the needed information and Wilhelm could only remind him how important every detail was. He just had to trust on his submissive.
”I’m not challenged”, Simon said, cutting off the minute of complete silence. Wilhelm let the words echo in his head but couldn’t figure the meaning, humming in a questioning tone.
”I do wear the Training Collar but I don’t feel like I’m in training”, Simon continued and Wilhelm heard the whine in his voice. He inhaled deeply, pondered over the fact that this wasn’t the first time his submissive asked for more when their dynamics were always present, playtimes intense and his body was covered in visible marks.
Wilhelm eyed the delicate boy briefly, counted the bruises and a chafe of rope. He was constantly worried over taking things too far. He had played with Simon probably more than hundreds of times, seen how his submissive’s ass got sore or voice hoarse and worst of all, how it all affected Simon’s mind.
”You very much are, sunshine. You are in training, right now perfecting the routines and memorizing the smallest of cues. I was serious about brattiness, it needs to stop.” His finger had plugged between the collar and the neck, now tugging slightly.
”Were you serious about the leash too?” Simon asked with a hitched breath. His eyes had opened and Wilhelm noticed the delicate fingers tracing his waist. He ignored it.
”Only if you want it, love”, answered softly and a sunny smile found his partner’s lips. The fingers had plugged under the waistband of his boxers and he had to really focus on the conversation. Simon appeared innocent, nodding; I really want it, please.
Wilhelm turned away from his partner to reach his phone - the web store was still open on the browser. Yet Simon let out a disapproving groan and the delicate fingers had found under the fabric, now curled around his cock.
Jerking was experienced, eager but even and Wilhelm had closed his eyes to the pleasure. He heard himself moan until his mind caught up - how his submissive controlled the situation towards playtime.
Wilhelm remained well aware of the nature of their situation. He acknowledged his control and how it was about to slip between his fingers like sand. Wilhelm couldn’t let that happen.
His fingers curved around the delicate wrist and pulled the warm, familiar touch away. It wasn’t what he necessarily wanted but they had to finish the discussion. Simon sighed in disbelief but the sound vanished under Wilhelm’s own, colorless voice; We need to discuss the leash as equals.
”Fine, as equals”, Simon sighed, rolled to lay on his back. Wilhelm thanked the dim lightning from not witnessing the eye roll his beloved most certainly did.
From the two of them, only he had hidden how he craved the possible playtime. Simon’s fingers caressed his side, down to his boxers and the touch came across restless and uneven. His submissive shifted restlessly as Wilhelm laid down tense and tried his best to keep his plans together and reasonable. He needed to think about the leash, possibilities the purchase brought along with the O-ring in his submissive’s collar.
Then, he tried to think about the most uninteresting project at work to keep blood from rushing south.
”Do you actually want me to buy you a leash and then have the right to attach it to your collar?” He asked, noticing how the fingertip left his skin. Simon shifted beside him and Wilhelm hesitated, pondering in case his plans were too much.
”I really want that”, Simon finally answered and Wilhelm let a small smile curve his lips. He almost turned towards his phone but decided to negotiate over one more thing.
”How about the other end of the leash? Could I tug it or tie it to the furniture of my choice?” His firm voice was about to falter. The idea was more than tempting or intriguing. He needed a deep breath as the moment seemed to stretch. Simon shifted closer and parted his lips; Yeah .
Wilhelm let out a relieved breath and turned towards the nightstand. He got back to his phone, opened the browser again and smirked to his preferred leash. A thin, metallic leash shone in the picture and in his eyes, it appeared like a perfect mix of something rough and delicate. The visible connection between them.
Just about to pay for his purchase, a light touch met his side again. Wilhelm ignored it, focused on his credit card information and getting his order through. He he could expect a delivery in two business days - he smirked - until a snap hit his waist.
A groan passed his lips and a haste look down revealed the delicate fingers, stretching the waistband of his boxers and letting it snap against his skin. Simon smirked at him.
Two things were made clear in that exact moment; They were back in dynamics and Simon searched for his attention. After such an act, he wasn’t about to grant a look but put his phone away and pulled the covers higher on his body. He couldn’t see the expression on the delicate boy but the sigh came across comfortless.
Next time Wilhelm met Simon, he was in an extreme hurry. The upbright alarm hadn’t brought him to a new morning like every morning but his sleep had been cut off by a mishmash of noises. From that moment, his brains had been cautious, with coffee stains on his dress shirt and too little time to finish every step of his perfected morning routine.
”Here, this should be similar and fresh”, Simon rushed down the stairs and offered a white dress shirt, still in hanger. Wilhelm stood by their white painted kitchen counter and gulped the last bits of his morning coffee.
”The hem is slightly longer but I’ll accept it”, Wilhelm sighed more to himself but noted the frown in his submissive’s features. He didn’t have time to explain how the dress shirts greatly varied from each other but settled to button up the new option and planted a kiss on Simon’s forehead.
”You’re welcome, Sir”, Wilhelm heard from behind him when he rushed to his briefcase and dress shoes. He had almost dropped the briefcase from hearing his nickname. The word still excited him but something in that nearly hopeless and longing tone forced Wilhelm to bite the inside of his cheek.
”Thank you, love”, Wilhelm smiled lightly, hiding his reaction and awfully aware that he had ignored Simon, for the second time in less than twelve hours. He had to rush out of the building. If he ran and got the cab right away, he wouldn’t be late from the scheduled meeting and closing an important deal.
Wilhelm’s plans formed on his way to work - as the view flashed in front of his eyes through the car window - he had decided to grant Simon his undivided attention right after work. Before the cab found the front door of the tall building, Wilhelm had become excited by his own, detailed plans. How he was about to kiss every corner of his submissive’s perfect body and command him to stay still. He would use hours to make sure his fiance felt his love and their commitment for the next hours, preferably days after.
A deep breath was needed before Wilhelm entered the familiar building. The chaotic morning and tempting thoughts of Simon had to be shaken off in the elevator. Wilhelm fixed the top button of his dress shirt and checked every detail of his casual attire. Then he ran to the meeting.
”How was it?” Nils asked when he finally closed the door of the conference room. His mouth was dry from all the carefully placed words and he held a folder, the contract that signed a new deal for the company.
”Successful. Finally agreed on dividing the profits of the upcoming project”, he smiled lightly, turning towards Nils who leant to the wall. He appeared relaxed, even if dressed as casual as him.
”That is good news. We can finally move on with the paperwork. By the way, Tennis on Friday?” Nils smiled and stress swamped over his lightened mood. Wilhelm fixed the collar of his dress shirt and sighed; Perhaps tomorrow? Ludvig pays a planned visit.
”Oh, alright. I hope it goes better than last time. Maybe this time he won't fire and replace half of the leaderboard”, Nils shrugged with a half-smile. His presence came across nonchalant but Wilhelm saw past it. The situation appeared more tense and Wilhelm pondered his options.
”I’ll introduce Simon to him”, he said quietly. Nils stayed silent, only clearing his throat. They both knew Ludvig, how he tended to take personal problems into the company and vice versa. Wilhelm also knew Simon, his fiance and submissive.
”Good luck with it. Games tomorrow!” Nils ended up smiling but it didn’t quite catch Wilhelm who only folded a polite smile on his lips.
He tried to shake off the nervousness, focusing on his emails and only thinking about work. The rest of the afternoon flew past behind his desk and with his laptop but he had failed miserably with the nervousness.
When he eventually closed the door after him, he entered a quieted, dark hallway. The only light came from the street lights behind windows and the copy machine, left unused but not turned off. Wilhelm turned it off before taking the elevator and heading home. He held his briefcase and decided to only focus on his submissive. His steps lightened along with excitement.
This far in their relationship, Wilhelm knew what to expect. He expected a dinner cooked for him and the delicate boy approaching him as he arrived. He couldn’t wait for their shared moment and to take it further, to lead Simon upstairs and their bedroom.
The cab slowed down right in front of their gate and Wilhelm couldn’t stop smiling at the stone built building. Their house seemed grand and fit the well-kept neighborhood. Noises from traffic had faded and for Wilhelm, it felt like an accomplishment he hadn’t consciously set.
Perhaps he had been slightly attached to the single-bedroom apartment in the middle of the city. Unpurposefully, he had pictured his life inside those walls, with an obedient submissive and as a respected businessman. Yet having more square meters seemed to only have perks and a bratty submissive kept exciting him.
Lights were on when Wilhelm entered the house. He put his shoes on the rack and left the briefcase hanging on its spot. He listened to the silence, walked across the room and towards the stairs with a displeased frown. He couldn’t help but wonder why the dinner wasn’t set or why he couldn’t meet his submissive’s smile.
After searching downstairs, Wilhelm continued to their master bedroom. Simon was found on their bed, his stomach pressed to the mattress and seeming noticeably unfocused. Wilhelm could hear the faint noise of music coming through his earplugs and watched from the door how the long legs swayed up towards the ceiling carelessly. He tried to decide if his submissive’s ignorance towards his presence was all a theater or if Simon was really focused on the book he seemed to be reading. Either or, Wilhelm enjoyed the view, the perky butt and innocent brat, quick to change his plans.
He entered the room and ignored his submissive. The delicate boy’s gaze was glued on the book and he seemed to turn the page slowly. Wilhelm walked quietly across the room, opened and closed the drawer. He placed a great sized plug on the nightstand, intentionally on his submissive’s view.
They rarely used that plug, being noticeably bigger than his cock. It took a lot of preparation, which he gladly provided but his submissive tended to be impatient and beg for his cock. Wilhelm smirked at that thought, how Simon preferred feeling his cock. Most of the time, his submissive ended up being good and begging and he ended up satisfied, in control and unable to say no to his beloved.
Today, that wasn’t in his plans as he climbed on the bed, legs on both sides of the delicate boy. Simon seemed to tense underneath but Wilhelm leant forward and kissed the back of his neck tenderly. He took the earplugs out slowly and tossed them on the nightstand when Simon turned to look with big, cautious eyes.
”Honey! Oh, I-” Simon sounded noticeably surprised and Wilhelm gave him a soft smile. He wasn’t angry or upset, not when his hand caressed the soft curls. Simon had relaxed with a deep breath and finished his sentence; I’m sorry for the dinner. Time really flew with this book.
”What is it about, love?” He asked softly, his chest leant on Simon’s back and lowering to place a peck on his submissive’s cheek. Simon took another deep breath and turned to mark the page he was on. Then he parted his lips but Wilhelm had plugged his hand under the plain t-shirt.
”It’s silly, really. It’s about this piano player and his love triangle and history of music ”, Simon explained with a careful smile. Wilhelm hummed softly but pondered if his submissive was aware of his plans. His fingertips traveled to the lowest vertebra of his spine, hiding underneath his sweatpants.
”Thank you for explaining, sunshine. Still, it doesnt change the fact that dinner wasn’t ready and you ignored my presence”, Wilhelm led the situation. He could hear the thick swallow in an otherwise quiet room and pulled his hand from the flawless skin. He put the book away, joining the nightstand and Simon turned along, blinking at the toy.
”I’m sorry”, Simon whispered, eyes glued to the silicone. Wilhelm caressed the curls with slow strokes and remained still. He aimed to not to pressure, rather let the delicate boy make the decision as he asked; Would you like to take the punishment right now or save it for later?
Simon glanced at him briefly but stared at the toy again. The moment stretched and Wilhelm wondered if his submissive was still sore from the day before yesterday. He usually wasn’t.
”Right now, Sir”, Simon finally answered, turning to look at him with something uncertain in his gaze. Wilhelm kept smiling and nodded. Then he moved to sit next to his submissive, now on the edge of the bed and seeing his expression properly - Simon yearned his guidance.
”Alright, love. Let’s start with our safewords”, Wilhelm led, running his fingers across his submissive’s back, this time over the fabric. He remained calm but let excitement rise in his chest and spread to his body. He yearned to touch and rip the clothes from the delicate boy, waiting for the correct answer.
”Green, red and yellow”, Simon answered without hesitancy and Wilhelm let his soft smile turn to a sly smirk. He was already proud of his submissive, quick to turn him to lay on his back and pull the t-shirt over his head. The delicate boy let out a small laugh which got lost into a chaste kiss he started.
His submissive eagerly parted his lips and their tongues battled until Wilhelm won. Wilhelm let his hand lower until pulling down the waistband and tugging down the sweatpants and boxers. His other hand supported his bodyweight from falling on top of Simon who kicked off the clothes, now bare underneath his clothed body.
Wilhelm loved the contrast between their bodies, how the casual attire highlighted his domination. His submissive jerked his hips for contact but Wilhelm groaned in dissatisfaction. His hand spreaded the submissive’s legs carelessly, displeased that he even had to do so. His submissive knew to spread his legs for him and only for him.
”Listen, princess. I will grant you touch and help you prepare for that toy. Then you have exactly five minutes to insert the toy or I assume you need my help with the punishment”, he guided with a more authoritative voice. His submissive had tensed and searched for his gaze with big eyes.
”Wha- Five minutes? No, Sir, I don’t think I can manage”, he stammered but Wilhelm pressed his own smirk on the flawless collar bones. Neither did he. It was planned to be a punishment - he reached for the bottle of lube as he answered; Doesn’t sound like your safeword, princess.
”But, Sir-”, his submissive tried once more but his words seemed to be cut off by the lubed index finger pressing in. Wilhelm had his full focus on pressing the tip into his submissive’s warmth. A soft moan passed the plump lips and Wilhelm moved his finger with more certainty.
”Don’t worry, perfection, I’ll help you”, he smirked, teasing with his middle finger. He only heard a groan from the delicate boy as his middle finger joined in. His submissive seemed relaxed and Wilhelm leant back, sat between his submissive’s spread legs. He used his free hand to jerk Simon’s hardened cock.
Wilhelm opened his submissive with three fingers and watched his expression with great focus. Simon had a light frown on his forehead, his eyes had closed and moans escaped the plump lips, filling the nearly quiet room. Wilhelm’s lubed fingers left wet noises and he added a fourth, just in case, so his beloved wouldn’t hurt himself with the great sized toy.
”Look at me”, he commanded, pulling out his fingers. His submissive let out a pathetic whimper, gripping the sheets in his fists but slowly opening his eyes. Wilhelm smiled softly, encouraging but didn’t touch furthermore. He turned away to take his phone from his pocket.
”Good girl. You have exactly five minutes from now”, he led the situation, ripping his eyes from the delicate boy and setting a timer. He showed the screen for the other as well, letting his submissive watch the hundredths of seconds already running.
Simon looked at the screen with big eyes and let out a long groan which Wilhelm ignored. He put the phone on the nightstand and stood up, turning his back without granting a look. He walked across the room and took a seat on the armchair in the corner.
When Wilhelm looked at his submissive again, Simon had sat up. His submissive leant to the bedframe behind him and reached for the toy. He spread lube generously.
Wilhelm saw it all from a side view and admired his submissive’s features. Without really thinking it, he had popped the button of his dress pants and jerked his hardened cock. In front of him, Simon gnawed his bottom lip as he adjusted the toy to the perfect angle.
The toy appeared big between his submissive’s legs and if Wilhelm didn’t already know Simon’s ability, he would have second thought his own command. But his submissive had taken that very plug a couple of times before, so Wilhelm leant back and relaxed.
When the delicate boy guided the tip in, the familiar frown found his forehead and he had closed his eyes. His groan filled the room and Wilhelm noted his body tensing to the intrusion. A glance at his wrist watch told that almost two minutes had already passed.
After two minutes and twenty five seconds, Simon had started to move the tip of the plug carefully. Wilhelm smirked, was proud of his obedient and willing submissive. Simon pushed harder.
The plug slid forward and his submissive’s moan filled the room. Wilhelm licked his lips to the sight, watched as the delicate boy moved the toy with his hand. His own hand jerked at the same pace. His own breathing had sharpened and pleasure started to tighten in his lower abdomen but Wilhelm only noticed the delicate boy. He couldn’t rip his eyes off, not long enough to get rid of his clothes.
It had been four minutes, Wilhelm checked and his submissive had barely managed to take half of the silicone length. Wilhelm smirked, knowing he’d get to help and control the pace in less than a minute.
So he started to count. Almost too eager to wait as he witnessed the tiny drop of sweat gathered on his submissive’s forehead. The delicate boy seemed to try, sat legs spread wide and eyes pressed shut but the toy appeared a bit too big.
A sharp beep cut the tension, made Wilhelm blink rapidly and Simon opened his eyes. His submissive looked at him with a blissed, glazed gaze and even if it happened right when Wilhelm had counted it, he had to gather his thoughts.
He put the timer off and approached their bed. He had remained perfectly casual, yet his hardened cock stuck out from his undone pants. He sat on the bed, between his submissive’s spreaded legs and replaced the delicate hand with his own, now holding the plug himself.
”Sorry, Sir! Sir, I tried”, Simon talked hastily. Wilhelm took a closer look at the bare body, how his submissive’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. How his cock had almost softened in lack of contact. Wilhelm granted him quick kisses on lips, chin, neck and chest.
”My good girl. You are so good for me”, he praised, witnessing the failure his submissive must have felt. Simon’s chin lowered again and he avoided eye contact. Wilhelm kept his eyes on the flawless features but reached for a bottle of lube, adding some. He pushed the plug in and out in the process, causing his submissive to whine.
”Take a deep breath for me”, he commanded and witnessed the delicate boy gulp for air. He smirked, pushing the toy again, this time forcing it deeper. His submissive moaned. His other hand jerked his submissive’s cock and he watched the eyes close again.
”No, look at me, pretty. Take your punishment looking at me”, he commanded and Simon opened his eyes for an unfocused look. Wilhelm thrusted in, almost to the hilt and let the moan ring in his ears. His submissive had carefully started to move his hips and he let the toy slide in, all the way.
”Good girl, so obedient”, he praised, lifting his hand to plug a stray curl from his submissive’s sweaty forehead. Simon smiled at him, seeming happy with his hazy smile and unfocused eyes, shamelessly working his hips to the toy Wilhelm only held now. The sight in front of him was hot and his submissive was clearly taken away by pleasure but Wilhelm’s own cock yearned to be sucked.
”Turn around”, he commanded. Simon parted his lips to possibly argue but leant forward instead. He got on his knees with a sharp breath, placing his palms flat to the mattress. Wilhelm smiled softly but leant to slap his bare ass so the toy jerked. Wilhelm heard the groan but only pulled him closer by the collar, enough so the plump lips reached his aching cock.
”Ah, my girl, what is your color?’’ He had to ask as his submissive’s hot breath ghosted his erection. Wilhelm barely held back, his fingers still curled around the collar and holding the delicate boy still. Simon looked up with his glazed but angelic gaze and Wilhelm had to really concentrate to keep himself together as he whispered; Green, Sir.
”So am I, my good girl. So green”, he managed to answer, praising his submissive and letting go of the collar. At that moment, he let go and bucked his hips. His submissive sucked eagerly, causing him to moan loudly. Wilhelm let his hands run on flawless skin and finally closed his eyes. Blindy, he reached to jerk Simon’s hardness so their groans mixed.
Within minutes, pleasure washed over Wilhelm like a tidal wave and forced him to see white. He came into his submissive’s mouth with a satisfied grunt. His hand was out of sync as he kept jerking, the other pulling the plump lips away as it was getting too much.
”Please, Sir”, his submissive’s whimper pulled Wilhelm to the moment. He blinked to witness Simon, shaking and fisting the sheets with both hands. His submissive’s hips had started to move, cock sliding in his palm with leaked precum. Wilhelm let go of him, only watching as he commanded; Come, pretty.
He had ruined the orgasm intentionally, watched with a smirk as cum dripped on the sheets and his submissive only whined. He seemed to relax, falling on his belly and closing his eyes. Wilhelm’s smirk faded to a soft smile and he reached to pull the toy out gently, putting it away from his hand to the nightstand. The delicate boy had only groaned quietly, remaining peaceful.
Slowly, Wilhelm pulled his fiance into his arms and lay by his side as he seemed to rest. He pulled the covers on the delicate boy and caressed the curls as the loud crumbling of his stomach broke the silence.
Their dinner had been delayed for over an hour and Wilhelm had to make a decision. He hated to leave his fiance’s side after playtime and Simon hated to wake up alone. Yet hunger caused his focus to lack. Slowly, Wilhelm kissed Simon’s forehead and left the bed, looking at the sleeping figure as he left the room.
Sandwiches were almost ready when Wilhelm heard the steps coming from upstairs. Instinctively, he turned towards the stairs and witnessed his fiance entering the floor. Wilhelm smiled, welcoming the delicate boy into his arms, letting the bare chest press to his dress shirt.
”How are you feeling, love? Are you hungry?” He asked and noted how Simon wrapped his arms around him tightly. Wilhelm stayed still, kept his arm around the upper back even if the other was only wearing boxers.
”Better, just a bit sore”, the answer was muffled against his chest but Wilhelm picked the words. He could have guessed them, this far in their relationship and dynamics. Wilhelm hummed softly, leading the conversation towards his aim
”Maybe it works as a reminder to stay good”, he smiled. He held his fiance gently but wanted his submissive to remember the expectations, responsibilities and tasks set for him. In addition, he wanted the punishment to prevent him from constant bratting. Yet his submissive had leaned away, only to let their eyes connect as he smirked
”Maybe or maybe not.”