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"Now, lets have some fun."
Rafa closed the distance between them almost instantly, slotting himself between the boys legs.
"There are some rules tonight alright?" Only when Stiles nodded his understanding did Rafa continue, "First you have to be quiet. If you make too much noise I'll punish you undestand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Second you are not allowed to come unless I say so." Stiles made a small noise at that. Staving off his orgasms were difficult. It wouldn't be the first time he was punished for breaking that particular rule.
"Ah ah, no whining. Thirdly, tonight I want you to call me daddy. No sir tonight. Got it?"
"Yes sir-Daddy!" Stiles eyes were pleading already, switching from one to the other was a hassle and if Rafa was already in a bad mood, he would count this as one punishment already. Rafa seemed to sense that, he brought a hand up to cup the boys chin, rubbing his thumb caressingly along his lower lip.
"Shh baby boy. Its okay, you fixed it. No harm done." Rafa gave a quick peck to Stiles lips.
"S-so no punishment daddy?"
"Not yet." Rafa leaned in to give Stiles another kiss. This one was more forceful, more heated, Rafa dragged his tounge across Stiles lower lip, waiting. Stiles mouth dropped open allowing Rafa to delve inside, licking at every part of his mouth, causing the boy to create small whimpers, not enough to warrent punishment, but that may have only been because Rafa was enjoying them.
Stiles knew better than to use his hands without permission so they stayed by his thighs, constantly making and releasing fists. When Rafa pulled away Stiles was gasping for air. Making sure to never look Rafa in the eye. The man had rules for a reason, and bad things happened when they were broken.
"Stiles" Rafa purred his words into his ear, "Take off my belt. Use your hands this time." Stiles did as he was told, slowly unclasping the front of the belt before pulling it slowly through all of the loops, Rafa hated going fast.
Why do something at all if you're going to rush.
Stiles kept the belt in his hands and waited, the next instruction he got, was not what he expected.
"Put it around your neck." Stiles hesitated, looking down at the belt before up to Rafa, "Now." Stiles moved slowly. Carefully. Almost like he was waiting for Rafa to change his mind. He didn't.
When Stiles had it on, he looped the belt through the buckle before pausing and asking, "Which knotch..?" Rafa took the belt in his hands, pulling knotch, after knotch until it was perfect around Stiles neck. Then he did it once more. It wasn't tight enough to cut off his breathing, but it definitely made it harder. Stiles had tears already pricking his eyes. Out of fear probably. They had never done this before. Well, first time for everything.
"You're doing so good baby." Rafa gave Stiles another kiss before he moved his hands to now work on Stiles pants. He popped open the button, pulled down the zipper at an agonizing pace. He took Stiles arms and placed them around his neck. He then dragged his fingers slowly back along Stiles arms, down his sides, dipped his fingers in the band of his pants and yanked Stiles forward slightly before pulling them down, boxers and all.
Stiles was now sitting in nothing but his t-shirt on the desk. Cock already hard in anticipation. Rafa took a step back, letting Stiles arms fall to his sides.
"God you look so beautiful." Stiles blushed at the praise. He shouldn't. But he does.
"Turn around and lean on the desk." The moment Stiles turned Rafa was on him again, grinding his hard member into Stiles' ass. Stiles had to shove his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. Within the next few seconds Stiles heard shuffling, then felt something wet at his entrance. Stiles voice hitched at the contact. The man lapped at his hole, making loud squelching noises, before it stopped, Stiles whined at the sudden loss but was hushed when two fingers appeared infront of his mouth.
"I don't keep lube in the office" Stiles knew what that meant, so he made sure that when he was sucking and licking the fingers into his mouth, they were soaking.
Rafa pulled his fingers slowly from Stiles mouth leaving a trail of saliva to dribble down his chin. He moved his hand to Stiles hole and circled the rim before pushing them both in at once. Stiles tensed up at the sudden intrusion.
"Shh relax baby boy, relax." Rafa took his other hand and started to run his fingers through Stiles hair, leaning over so his face was right in the crook of Stiles neck. Which caused Rafa's fingers to go deeper.
When Rafa had scissored and stretched Stiles to his satisfaction he added another, pumping them in and out, dragging the pads of his fingers across Stiles prostate, making the boy writhe and moan around his fist. When he finally pulled them out, he made quick work of his pants only pulling them open and letting them fall around his thighs, letting his cock sping out, he didn't have to worry about boxers since he barely ever wore them.
He put his hand back in front of Stiles, "Spit."
Stiles took a second to gather as much saliva as possible before putting it all onto the mans hand. Rafa took his hand and spread the wetness along his shaft before lining up the head to the boys entrance.
"Relax and breath." Stiles tried, he had never had sex without lube before, the sudden stretch he knew but the friction, the new dry friction, that burned. Stiles cried out around his fist. Probably too loud to be okay for Rafa but it hurt. Stiles had tears pricking at his eyes, he tried to wriggle away but was stopped by a sudden tug at his neck. The belt, he had almost forgotten it was there. One of his hands shot up to grab at it, to try and get it off but Rafa stopped him.
"tsk. Stiles, are you trying to run away from me?" Rafa pulled the belt with a hard tug causing Stiles to arch his back and go with the pull.
"No D-daddy, it just hurts." Rafa made a noise, one of pity or annoyance Stiles couldn't tell, but then Rafa was pulling out. Stiles let out a breath of relief before the man had slammed back in, a hand closing over Stiles mouth to silence the scream.
"You're okay baby, Daddy would never hurt you." Rafa thrust in, again and again with bruising strength, only going slow when pulling out so as to make sure to drag along his boys sweet spot. Stiles was crying now. Tears streaming down his face, trying to hold in the noises of pain, but also trying to breath for Rafa still had a grip on the belt.
After a few minutes of just heavy breathing, silent sobbing, and flesh striking flesh, Rafa wanted more. He wanted to hear his boy, so he removed the hand from Stiles' mouth and travelled it down to the boys negleted, and now only half hard member. Slowed his thrusts as he started with gentle touches, dragging his fingers softly up the shaft, that earned him a small whine. When he grabbed the boys cock and started to work it faster, he picked up his thrusts once more. Stiles was no longer crying, instead he was simply moaning, whining, with silent pleas for more. His body had gone pliant by this time, giving Rafa complete control over his body. He pulled lightly on the belt, not enough to choke, but just enough to pull him up so that Stiles' back was flush with Rafas' chest.
Holding him there, his thrusts got harder, sharper, deeper. Rafa was close. But he wanted to face Stiles when he finished, so he pulled out. Creating the most delicious whine from Stiles yet. He turned Stiles to face him. Hair sticking in every direction, face flush, eyes rimmed red with tears, lips red and swollen from biting them to keep quiet. He was beautiful. Gorgeous. Wrecked.
Rafa lifted a hand to unclasp the belt from Stiles neck, causing the boy to flinch. He'd forgive that for now. He pulled off his shirt and through it somewhere on the ground, he then pushed down on the boys shoulders slightly to get him to lean back.
"Lie back on the desk." Stiles leaned back, fixed himself so he'd be comfortable, before Rafa spread his legs and shoved back in, capturing the boys gasp in a kiss. His thrusts were deeper now, more erratic. Stiles was back to a moaning mess, cock harder than before, leaking all over his stomache. He wanted to come but he didn't want to beg, though he knew he would. He always did.
"Daddy, please I, let me," Stiles could only gasp out words between each thrust. Rafa leaned down to kiss him again, rougher, sloppier. Dirtier. When he pulled away, his lips ghosting just above his boys, he whispered "Come for me" With another thrust Stiles was coming all over his stomache, hitting a little of Rafas suit as well. Rafa soon followed, he thrust only a handful more time before he was coming, painting the boys insides. He placed a hand to Stiles face, cupping his cheek, swiping his thumb across his lower lip teasingly.
"You are so perfect. My baby boy." He placed another chaste kiss to his boys lips, and then another, before
"I love you"
It wasn't the first time Rafa has said it. But this time seemed different to Stiles, he wasn't sure why until suddenly,
"I love you too daddy"
Stiles has never said it before. It wasn't true. So why did he say it? Rafa too, seemed to be in shock by the admission, but in a good way. He started to pepper Stiles with kisses. His lips, his cheeks, down his throat. When he just placed his head over Stiles chest.
"You're mine. Isn't that right baby?"
"Always Daddy."
They stayed liked that for a few moments, catching their breath.
Rafa moved first, positioning himself before pulling his pants back up and straightening his jacket. He helped Stiles get cleaned up, used the boys boxers to wipe the come from his chest.
When Stiles was dressed he didn't move for the door, just kind of lingered in a daze. Rafa walked towards him and gave him one more bruising kiss before opening the door.
"You should go, there's a curfew." Stiles nodded. Heading back for his jeep, he wondered if he had time to shower before he headed to the party. It wouldn't matter. Nothing would wash off how he felt. What he refused to feel.
Which was..what exactly?