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He’d never been somewhere like this before. And he was fairly certain this wasn’t what his therapist had meant when she’d said he needed to ‘work through the past’ and ‘try new things’ and ‘try to get out of your head for a few minutes’. But he’d always wanted to try this, and he’d seen advertised that this night was specifically aimed for beginners, so…
Here he was. At a club designed for kink, with no idea what he was doing.
He sighed, fidgeting with the bracelet on his wrist that signaled he was a sub. It had been an internal debate, whether he would try out being a dom or a sub that evening. But from the research he’d done online, he felt safe assuming he was more submissive. He didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of tying someone else up, after all. But the thought of ropes around his own wrists… if he could trust the person tying him up…
Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. He had enough trust issues as it was.
“May I buy you a drink?”
Shit, he hadn’t even realized someone was close to him!
He looked up, and the words on his tongue died for a moment. The man standing next him was gorgeous, dressed in a fine suit, one arm leaned against the counter of the bar, long black hair pulled back into a low bun as a soft smile graced his lips.
“Ah, yes,” Edmund managed, remembering that he needed to speak, and the man’s smile grew as he waved down the bartender.
He showed his bracelet- with the red tab to prove he was old enough to drink- and ordered a whisky neat. The man next to him ordered the same, his own bracelet denoting him as a dom, and took a seat next to him as the bartender prepared their drinks.
“…Is that really your opening move?” Edmund asked, his words finally coming back to him. “What happened to ‘hello’?”
The man shrugged, turning a bit in his seat so his full attention was on Edmund. “Not everyone here’s old enough to drink, even if they’re old enough to be here. Call it a personal preference, but I have no intention of flirting with someone, even accidentally, who’s still a teenager.”
“If you’re looking for experience, I’m not exactly the right person to talk to,” Edmund pointed out as the bartender set the drinks in front of them, and he sipped his drink, thankful for the help settling his nerves.
“Simply that I remember being that age, and have no desire to be a cradle snatcher,” he commented, before sipping the drink and pulling a face. “Oh, that is bitter,” the man commented, chuckling a bit.
“Then why did you order it?” Edmund asked, and the man shrugged.
“I wanted to know what you like,” the man explained. “Even if it’s not for me.”
Cute.
“Cradle snatcher, eh?” Edmund asked. “How old are you then?”
“Twenty five,” the man answered easily. “And you, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Twenty two,” Edmund answered.
The man tilted his head, eyeing Edmund appraisingly. “Twenty two, and already a taste for hard liquor? There has to be a story there, now I’m intrigued.”
“Oh, the standard, snuck into my father’s alcohol cupboard when I was a small child and got addicted to the good stuff,” Edmund joked, before shaking his head. “The drinking age in England’s eighteen, and I don’t really like sweets,” he explained. “I’ve had a few years to get used to it.”
“England,” the man nodded knowingly. “I thought it was that or Ireland.”
“Oh for that you can fuck off,” Edmund joked, and the man chuckled. “…What about you? You’re good, but that American accent is just a little too… flat?”
“Italy,” The man explained. “And thank you, I’ll work on that. I’m an actor, so I practice as many accents as I can.”
“An actor?” Edmund grinned. “Careful there, I thought we weren’t supposed to give away identifying information.”
“We’re to be careful giving away identifying information,” the man corrected. “And never expect the other to do the same, even if we choose to. I’m not a big name though, so I’m not terribly worried. Besides,” he winked. “I rather like the idea of you being able to find me.”
He tried to fight the flush at that, and took another sip of his drink. “So,” he began. “What can I call you? Or should I just call you ‘sir’?” he asked, a slight mock in his tone, even as the man leaned back a little, his eyes traveling down Edmund’s chest for a moment before back up to his face.
“…As much as I’d love to hear you call me that, I’m under no illusions to having earned that particular title yet. You can call me Cas.”
“Ed,” he introduced, confident that no one would guess Edmund first off of that.
“I haven’t seen you here before. Is this your first time?”
Edmund nodded. “First time anywhere like this. Like I said, not terribly experienced.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why, does that turn you off or on?”
The chuckle that earned him felt earned, and he shifted a bit, leaning forward.
“It simply tells me to go slow,” Cas explained. “I’m more than happy to show you around, if you’d like.”
“I already got the tour of the building when I first arrived,” Edmund pointed out, and Caspian leaned forward a bit, till his arm was almost touching Edmund’s.
“That’s not what I’d like to show you,” he whispered, barely audible over the sound of the rest of the club.
But then he was pulling back, downing the rest of his drink with a grimace, and standing up. “…I’ve taken up enough of your time,” Cas decided, nodding respectfully. “A pleasure to meet you, Ed.”
He began to step away, and Ed weighed it for half a second before reaching out, catching Cas’s wrist. “Wait,” he insisted, and Cas paused, even as Ed finished off his own drink. “…Are you just going to walk away when we were just getting to know each other?” Ed asked, trying to appear as confident as he always was the rest of the time.
Cas smiled brightly. “Well. What would you like to do? Or,” he began, stepping closer. “What can I show you?”
Fuck it, that was the whole reason he was here. “…Care to show me to one of the rooms?”
“I would love to,” Cas whispered against his ear, his fingers wrapping around Edmund’s wrist and gently tugging him through the crowd.
…He was doing this. He was really doing this.
He was going to hook up with a stranger in a sex club, after a single drink and a few flirty words.
Well. That’s what he was here for, after all.
Cas spoke with one of the attendants, who directed them to a door off to the side, and when they stepped in the noise of the club grew much quieter, and by the time the door closed it was completely silent. Soundproofed rooms really were a blessing.
Edmund took his time looking around, taking in the various equipment on the wall, suddenly feeling incredibly overwhelmed as Cas moved over to the nightstand, picking something up. “Here,” he explained, handing over a laminated piece of paper, detailing protocols. “I’ve already memorized it. Just the basics, if someone disregards your safeword, who you can reach out to, how to get help if something happens you don’t want, things like that.”
Edmund nodded. There had been a similar paper when he’d first entered the building, but it was nice to see it written out again. In case someone forgot, in the heat of the moment.
He took a breath, smelling nothing but a sweet disinfectant, that smelled vaguely of roses.
“It’s alright to be nervous,” Cas insisted, stepping closer. “Nothing happens in here that you don’t want, alright?”
Edmund nodded quickly, taking a few deep breaths as his nerves settled. “So… ah… where does this begin?”
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Cas whispered, gently cupping his hand under Edmund’s chin. “So beautiful…” the words sent a shudder down Edmund’s spine, and he swallowed, breath catching as he stared into Cas’s eyes. “The very first thing we do,” Cas whispered, “is we discuss our safewords and limits. Alright?”
Oh. Oh, of course- that was the logical place to start.
“Icicle,” Edmund explained. “Not a fan of the cold. Limits- well, cold, for starters. No marks I can’t hide beneath a shirt. And… for today, just… nothing particularly painful. I’m… just trying to dip my toes in,” he explained, uncharacteristically nervous.
Cas nodded. “Very good. For today… don’t call me ‘master’. I won’t do anything with any kind of incest kink or age play. And I don’t do anything with bodily fluids.”
He blinked. “Those are… kinks?”
“They are, but they’re my limits, so I won’t touch them. Just as no one should touch your limits once you’ve expressed them. Now- have you done anything with kink before?” When Edmund shook his head, Cas nodded, taking a seat on the bed. “Come, sit next to me. This could take a while.”
He did, still entirely off kilter as he took steadying breaths. “Kink isn’t sex,” Cas began. “It can be, and for a lot of people it is, but if you don’t want it to be then it doesn’t have to be. It can be as simple as a dynamic in a scene. One we both consent to. So if you don’t want to fuck, if you don’t want to take your clothes off, if you don’t even want to kiss, then that’s not necessary. There are plenty of other things we can do today that don’t involve it.”
“And if I do?”
Cas’s smile grew, and he let his eyes wander down Edmund’s chest once again. “Then I will be very happy to give you what you want.”
Oh that did things to him, and he shifted a bit, clearing his throat. “Right. So. Is there anything else to cover?”
“Just two more things, and we can begin,” Cas explained. “Aftercare. What do you prefer?”
He blinked. “Ah… I know that aftercare exists?” he tried, and Cas nodded.
“I figured you might not have any set preferences yet. What I like to do, through the whole scene, is care for my partner. So, usually once the scene is done, I’ll help them drink some water, apply lotion where needed, clean them up, sometimes we cuddle, and we talk a little bit, usually about soft topics. Sometimes about what happened during the scene, sometimes about nothing at all. Does that sound like something you’d like?”
When Edmund nodded, Cas continued. “The last bit. What do you want to try today? You have some idea of what kink is, what specifically interests you?”
He swallowed. “Ah… I like praise, and…I… want to be tied up,” he admitted. “I’m… interested in losing myself in… ah… headspace? But I’m also scared of it.”
“Subspace,” Cas corrected gently. “That rarely happens the first time, and it usually takes a lot of trust, it's very intense. But I can absolutely cover you in ropes, darling. Do you want to be restricted? Or do you just want to look even more beautiful covered in rope?”
He blinked. “There’s a difference?”
Cas chuckled. “Oh, this is going to be very fun. There’s an entire artwork to ropes, but I’m still learning it. This club sometimes puts on demonstrations, I’d recommend visiting one some day. But for today, I know a pattern that will have your hands behind your back, and will display your chest. Does that sound like something you’re interested in?”
Edmund nodded. “That- very much so,” he managed.
“Good. Now, if there’s anything I do that you don’t like, just tell me. There’s no specific scene today, so I’ll take all your words at face value. If you tell me to stop, or wait, I will. But keep your safeword in mind. That ends all of it, and we immediately begin aftercare.”
He nodded again, far more confident than when he’d entered the room. “Ah- wait-“ he began, before Cas had even done anything. “What’s your safeword?”
Cas smiled again, as bright as the fucking sun. “Stardust,” he answered. “Are you ready?” he asked, and Edmund let out a breath, then nodded again. “Good boy,” Caspian whispered, leaning a little closer, his hand gentle where he cupped Edmund’s cheek. “Show me how you like to be kissed,” he whispered, and then his lips were pressing against Edmund’s- and-
He did his best to relax, pressing into the kiss, his pulse pounding away in his ears as he kissed back. His lips pressed against Cas’s, sliding together, pressing into his space as Edmund gently licked along Cas’s bottom lip, teasing his lip before pulling back.
“Good boy,” Cas whispered, his thumb sweeping over Edmund’s cheek, before he kissed Edmund again, this time taking the lead, pressing against Edmund, licking his bottom lip as Edmund gasped, then groaned, reaching out his tongue to meet Cas’s. Their tongues quickly tangled, sliding against each other as Cas’s other hand held the back of Edmund’s head, keeping him close, even as he pulled back and gently scraped his teeth over Edmund’s bottom lip as Edmund whimpered.
The kiss broke, and Edmund gasped for air, head spinning slightly as Cas held him close, one hand in his hair.
“Such a good boy,” Cas whispered again, his fingers tugging on Ed’s hair and pulling his head back as Ed groaned. “You’re being so good for me. Keep being good for me?” When Edmund nodded, Cas pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before pulling back, keeping one hand on Edmund at all times. “That’s a very nice shirt you’re wearing. Will you let me take it off of you?”
He shuddered, but nodded, and Cas slid his hands down Edmund’s shoulders, fingers slowly undoing one button at a time as Edmund shuddered.
He hadn’t been this worked up in ages.
Fabric slid down his shoulders as Cas pushed the shirt off, gently setting it to the side as he began to gently kiss his way down Edmund’s neck, then to his chest.
A hand pressed against his chest, and then his back was on the bed, Cas leaning over him, eyes blown black with lust. “Beautiful,” Cas whispered again, and Edmund shivered, his cock straining in his trousers already. “Do you enjoy that? Do my words please you?”
Fucking hell. “You can feel that they do,” Edmund pointed out, and Cas chuckled, sliding a hand down, fingers hesitating at Edmund’s trousers.
“Can I feel that?” he asked, and Edmund nodded. Cas’s hand slid further down, fingers tracing along the line of Edmund’s cock through his trousers as Edmund fought back a whine. “Oh you are hard for me,” Cas whispered. “Such a good boy you’re being.”
“Cas,” groaned, hand grasping Cas’s shoulder as Cas continued to tease him through his trousers. “Fuck- are you just going to tease me all night?”
“Am I?” Cas whispered, chuckling. “No. But watching you fall apart is addicting.”
A part of him wanted to tense up at that, but that was why he was here.
“I want to kiss your tattoos,” Cas said next. “Will you be a good boy and hold still as I do?”
How were words affecting him so badly?
He nodded desperately, and then Cas was gently grasping his palm, bringing his arm up and kissing each tattoo on Edmund’s forearm as Edmund watched.
The dagger, the ace of clubs, the lion, each mark along his skin getting kissed as Cas began kissing his way up Edmund’s arm, lips gentle where they pressed against the color on Edmund’s skin. “You’re just covered in art, aren’t you?” he whispered into a tattoo of a ship, and Edmund swallowed.
“What about you?” he asked softly. “Any tattoos?”
He chuckled, and shook his head. “None yet. Hard to film around them. Though some of my coworkers do.” He pressed another kiss to Edmund’s shoulder. “But I don’t want to talk about them today.”
Fair enough, Edmund was here to forget about his own job too.
A feat made easier as Cas began kissing along his collarbone. “Do you usually wear collared shirts?” he asked, and Edmund nodded, trying to hold onto his gasps as Cas kissed and licked along Edmund’s neck. “So may I mark here?” he asked, hovering over the dip of Edmund’s neck.
“Please,” he managed, voice cutting off as Cas scraped gentle teeth over the spot, sucking a mark into it as his hands held Edmund down, legs either side of Edmund’s hips.
He could get out of this position easily enough if he wanted to, but Cas was warm on top of him, warm and soft and so good-
Cas shifted, just a little, but the pleasure that sparked through Edmund at the new spot had him crying out, hands clinging to Cas’s shirt as he gasped.
“Good boy,” Cas whispered against his skin. “Let me hear you.”
Oh fuck.
“You and your- fuck- fucking words,” he gasped, even as he felt Cas chuckle against his skin.
“Oh, you’re a natural at this,” Cas praised, pulling a whine from Edmund’s lips as his fingers trailed down Edmund’s arms, till they found Edmund’s wrists, tugging them up and pinning them next to his head. “You don’t want to just submit to me, do you Ed? You want to make me earn every sound from your lips.” He scraped his teeth over Edmund’s collarbone, jolts of pleasure sparking through his spine. “I’m happy to do so.”
He slid down Edmund’s chest, kissing along some of the scars there, even as Edmund did his best to keep quiet, starting to get used to the dynamic forming between the two of them. Cas began to lick at Edmund’s nipples, tongue flicking out as Edmund squirmed, gasping as pleasure curled around him, Cas’s hands pinning him in place. Despite Edmund’s earlier assessment, there was no give in Cas’s grip, and Edmund realized he’d have to actually try to break free of Cas’s hold on him if he wanted out.
Or use his word.
Something almost giddy welled up inside him as he realized he didn’t particularly want to. That he enjoyed being held down like this.
“There you go,” Cas whispered, sliding his tongue along Edmund’s nipple before scraping his teeth over it and Edmund jolted, a whine caught behind his teeth as he let his eyes slip closed.
Pleasure cradled him, and he clenched his fists and his teeth to keep back the sounds as Cas chuckled, kissing his nipple one last time before sitting up again, his hands still pinning Edmund’s wrists. “Checking in. How are you doing, darling?”
He swallowed. “I’m good,” he answered honestly.
“Green all around?” Cas clarified, and Ed nodded, remembering the stoplight system from the sheet.
“Green.”
“I want you to tell me the moment that changes,” Cas instructed, and Ed nodded again, finally opening his eyes, finding that the world seemed… brighter? And muted… he must have had his eyes closed for a long time. “Will you stay still for me and let me tie you up? Or do you want me to drag you into position?”
Where have I heard that before, Edmund thought ruefully, and realized just how absurd this whole thing would look to any of his family.
They could never know about this then.
“…I’ll stay still,” he decided, not really ready to test just how far this could go before he started having flashbacks.
“You’re being so good for me,” Cas whispered, before leaning down and kissing Edmund again, his tongue meeting Edmund’s as Edmund gasped into the kiss, and then Cas was pulling back, fingers gentle as they slipped away from his wrists. Cas walked over to one of the boxes in the room, opening it up and pulling out a length of red rope, returning to the bed and sitting on the edge of it as it dipped. “Roll over for me,” Cas instructed, and Edmund complied, pushing himself onto his stomach as Cas grasped his wrists, gently tugging them behind Edmund, till each hand was grasping an elbow, and Cas began to wrap the rope around his arms, binding him in place.
The ropes weren’t particularly tight, but still they held him secure, and Edmund realized something.
It was… quiet. Usually if he was bound with ropes, he’d be trying to figure a way out of them, his mind racing to get ahead of the problem he’d stumbled into. But there was no problem here. It was just him, and Cas, the ropes binding him in place, and his mind settled.
How interesting.
“I’m going to help you sit up now,” Cas explained, one hand on his shoulders as he helped Edmund up onto his knees, bringing the rope around him to his bare chest, creating a pattern around Edmund, pressing gentle kisses into Edmund’s skin with each pass of the rope.
Slow, and careful, his fingers leaving phantom warmth behind them as he worked, and Edmund felt the rest of the world start to fall away.
“That’s it,” Cas whispered. “Just relax for me. You’re safe here.”
Edmund snorted. True safety was an illusion. But… everything about this was an illusion. The illusion of loss of control, the illusion of captivity that the ropes created… maybe he could trust the illusion of safety as easily as he let himself trust the ropes.
Finally Cas was pulling back, keeping one hand on Edmund’s cheek as he stared at his work, and Edmund squirmed a bit, glancing down at himself.
The ropes had created a diamond pattern across his skin, framing his nipples perfectly, and he had to bite back the remark on the tip of his tongue.
“How are you feeling?” Cas asked, and Edmund swallowed.
“Green,” he whispered, and Cas smiled, pressing a little closer, kissing Edmund’s cheek.
“Very good darling,” he praised, and Edmund squirmed. “Would you like release?”
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” Edmund pointed out, and Cas tilted his head.
“If that would make you more comfortable, I’d be happy to.”
“Well, I had thought you’d fuck me at some point, and I’m not really sure how you plan to do that if you’re still wearing clothes.”
Cas laughed, grinning as he brushed a thumb over Edmund’s cheek. “Oh, you are a delight little one,” he cooed, something sparking in his eyes. “Fuck, you really don’t submit easily do you?”
With a shove, Edmund was on his back again, Cas straddling his thighs, fingers gentle as they wrapped around his throat, and Edmund swallowed, his throat pressing against Cas’s palm as he did so.
He could still breathe, but the danger and the threat were there, and he could feel his cock aching in his trousers.
“Be a good boy for me, and settle down,” Cas instructed, his voice slipping into a lower register, and Edmund… fuck, he wanted to.
“Fuck,” he rasped, and Cas smirked, a hint of danger in those eyes as Cas lifted his free hand to his own shirt, fingers deftly undoing one button at a time as he met Edmund’s gaze. With each undone button, more and more of Cas’s tan skin was revealed to Edmund’s eyes, and he watched with hunger as Cas bared his chest, tugging one hand out of its sleeve before switching which hand was holding Edmund’s throat, and letting the shirt slip away from his chest entirely, ending up discarded on the floor as Cas watched him intently, never taking his eyes off of him.
“Such a good boy,” Cas whispered. “Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, sliding his hand down from Edmund’s throat, down the ropes along his chest, finger trailing the ropes and pressing them into Edmund’s skin till his fingers reached Edmund’s belt, carefully undoing it as Edmund watched him.
He had to shift a bit to help Cas get the belt out from his trousers, and then Cas’s fingers were undoing the button, then the zippers, then sliding his trousers down all the way, tugging them off his feet till they were set aside with his shirt, and then Cas was there. One hand slid under his knee, lifting his leg and kissing his inner thigh as Edmund gasped, unable to tear his eyes away as Cas kissed over his leg, holding it close, Edmund’s heel pressed into Cas’s back.
He hesitated over the tattoo on Edmund’s thigh of Medusa’s head, before he gently kissed it. “You’re safe,” he whispered into Edmund’s skin, and Edmund felt himself relaxing even further.
“I know,” he whispered back.
Cas continued to kiss his way along Edmund’s leg, running his tongue along Edmund’s inner thigh as Edmund squirmed and gasped, till Cas bit, and Edmund cried out, voice drenched in pleasure as Cas soothed over the indentations, sucking on the skin and leaving a mark.
“There’s your pretty voice,” Cas whispered, and Edmund whimpered. “Darling, just keep making those sounds for me. There’s a good boy.”
He’d had sex before. Was familiar enough with the pleasure of the human body. But this- Fuck, he understood the appeal. Every word from Cas’s lips made him shiver in anticipation and pleasure, his body winding tighter and tighter as the ropes kept him steady, kept him from slipping away-
“Relax for me,” Cas instructed, and then he was tugging down Edmund’s pants, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of Edmund’s cock as he gasped. “Very good, oh you’re just leaking for me aren’t you?”
“Fuck,” Edmund groaned, unable to come up with a witty response as Cas took Edmund into his mouth, licking along the bottom of his cock as Edmund lay there, unable and unwilling to do anything to stop it.
His word floated in the back of his head, but he dismissed it as Cas took him apart with his clever tongue, sucking him down till Edmund was all but crying with pleasure, the wet heat blissful and tight as Cas ran his tongue along Edmund’s cock.
After a moment, Cas pulled back, chuckling a bit as Edmund stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, lips slick with spit and precum. “You’ve been on your back a while with those ropes. How about we change this around a bit so your arms don’t get tired.”
Oh.
He hadn’t even noticed the familiar sensation of his arms starting to fall asleep, and he shifted with Cas, letting the man roll him over so there wasn’t as much tension on his shoulders. “There we go. Better?” Cas asked, and Edmund nodded.
“Yes sir,” he whispered, and Cas gasped, groaning as he knelt down and kissed Edmund’s spine.
“So good for me,” Cas moaned, his fingers digging into Edmund’s hips for a moment, before he pulled back. “Keep being good for me, darling?”
Edmund nodded, and he felt the bed dip as Cas reached over for something.
He turned his head a bit, resting it on the bed so he could watch as Cas picked up a packet of lube, tearing it open and spilling it on his fingers before returning to the bed. “Relax for me,” he instructed, slick fingers tracing around Edmund’s entrance as Edmund did his best to relax. “Good boy,” he whispered again, slowly slipping one finger inside Edmund. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “clench down on me sweetheart? Fuck, just like that.”
Edmund let his mind drift, just feeling everything Cas was doing to him, squeezing down on his finger as it slowly filled him, the lube warm and slick as Cas gently pushed into him, then out again, pushing the lube further inside him.
It wasn’t enough though.
He was desperate. Hard and leaking, and Cas was being so slow-
Cas chuckled behind him. “Eager, darling?”
Oh, fuck. “…Yes,” Edmund admitted, and Cas pushed a little further inside him, a second finger tracing along his rim, but not slipping in.
“You can do better than that. Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Be as good as I know you can be.”
It was cheesy, and corny, but a part of him loved it.
“Please,” he whispered into the sheets. “Please fuck me.”
That second finger gently slid into him as Cas’s other hand rested against his hip, holding him secure. “Very good,” he praised. “I knew you could be good for me. So I want you to do something for me, alright darling?”
Do something?
“What do you want?” he asked, and Cas gently kissed his spine again, lips still ghosting over his skin as Cas whispered.
“I want you to beg me when you’re ready for that next finger. Do you think you can do that?”
He took a breath, nodding, and Cas kissed his spine again, sending shivers racing down it as Cas’s fingers slowly fucked in and out of him. “There’s a good boy. Fuck, you feel so good on my fingers,” he groaned again, continuing to fuck Edmund, spreading his fingers and curving them a bit as he pulled out, before fucking them forward again, driving Edmund mad with desperation.
Barely a minute later, he was pushing himself back as best he could, hips rocking into Cas’s fingers. “Please,” he managed. “Please, Cas, I’m ready.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Cas whispered. “But you’re not really begging me yet, are you?”
Ah fuck. He could barely think, the pleasure building up inside him, but with nowhere to go. “Please, please Cas,” he managed. “Sir, please, please fuck me already,” he begged, and he heard Cas groan, and then a third finger was sliding inside him, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t even close to enough.
He shifted a little, angling his hips, hoping Cas would get the idea- fuck yes.
He groaned as Cas’s fingers glanced against his prostate, and Cas chuckled. “Thank you very much for showing me that,” he muttered, fingers pressing further in, rubbing against it as Edmund moaned, chest pressing against the ropes with every gasp. “You’re being so good for me Ed. Such a good boy for me. Tell me your color?”
“Green,” Edmund groaned. “Green, please Cas- please fuck me-“
“Shhh, good boy,” Cas whispered. “I’ve got you. I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry. Just spread your legs for me, good boy,” he whispered, pushing a pillow under Edmund’s hips and sliding his fingers out. “Just stay still, and stay quiet, for just a moment. I’ll give you what you want.”
He could hear something else being torn open, and he vaguely made out a condom wrapper joining the empty packet of lube, and then Cas was back, fingers sinking into Edmund for just another moment, before he pulled his fingers out, and slowly pressed his cock against Edmund’s entrance.
They both groaned, and Edmund shuddered as Cas slowly began rocking into him, pushing his cock a little further into him with each small thrust. “There you go,” Cas groaned. “Perfect- fuck- being such a perfect boy for me,” he groaned. “Clench down on me- just like that- fuck-“
Caspian leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed over Edmund with one arm, his fingers grasping Edmund’s hair with the other hand, tugging his head back a bit as Edmund groaned, his eyes slipping closed.
“Good boy,” Cas groaned. “Fuck, you’re so good for me- fuck-“
He couldn’t even comment on the repetition of Cas’s words, meaningless praise falling from his mouth, because Edmund was still riding the high of it anyway. Every word pushing him deeper and deeper into the pleasure, and he let himself just feel all of it, the deep thrusts of Cas’s cock as they pushed against his prostate, the way the ropes held him pinned, unable to do anything but feel the pleasure as Cas’s hand in his hair kept him anchored in the moment-
“Come on,” Cas groaned, pressing himself against Edmund’s back and growling in his ear, his hand releasing Edmund’s hair and instead sliding down to wrap around Edmund’s cock. “Cum for me. Be a good boy, and cum on my cock,” he groaned, teeth scraping Edmund’s ear as Edmund came with a cry, spilling onto the sheets beneath them.
Cas continued to fuck into him, panting and groaning like a trained whore till he pushed all the way in, groaning as he came.
After a moment he pulled out, keeping a hand on Edmund the whole time, and Edmund could vaguely make out Cas taking off the condom, disposing of it in the trash can next to the bed, before returning to his side. “Right,” Cas began, fingers smoothing over Ed’s skin. “Here we go. Come on, let’s get you out of the rope.”
He tugged Edmund up, letting him lean against Cas’s shoulder as he knelt, Cas’s arms wrapped around him as Cas began to undo the knots, hands gentle as they smoothed his skin wherever the ropes had been. “You did so well for me,” Cas whispered. “Such a good boy. It’s over now.” He kept up the litany of praise as he undid the ropes, setting them to the side as he helped Edmund stretch his muscles. “Very good. Just lie here for a moment, I’ll be right back,” he whispered, pressing a kiss into Edmund’s skin and tugging a blanket over his shoulders before slipping away into the attached bathroom Edmund hadn’t noticed before.
It made sense. Having a way to stay clean was important after all, especially when bodily fluids were involved-
Aaaand that was work talk. Which he was supposed to leave behind tonight.
Cas emerged again less than a minute later, holding a wet washcloth, and he helped Edmund sit up as he gently wiped him off, holding him close. “How are you feeling?”
“…Unteathered,” Edmund admitted, and Cas nodded, settling in against Edmund and tucking the blanket up around both of them.
“That seems accurate. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Edmund turned in Cas’s grip, gesturing down at himself.
Cas just shook his head. “Peaking isn’t the same as enjoying yourself. Did you have fun? Do you have any questions? Was there anything you didn’t like?”
That made sense. “…It was nice,” he settled on. “I can understand the appeal.”
“Would you like to hear my thoughts?” Cas asked, and Edmund frowned.
“Thoughts on what, exactly?”
“Your type,” he explained. Which. Didn’t explain anything. Cas sighed. “From how you behaved… that felt too easy, didn’t it?” he asked. “You enjoyed submitting, but only after I’d earned it, right?” When Edmund slowly nodded, Cas continued. “From your banter earlier, you might want to look into the brat sub experience. Basically, you still submit, but you push the rules until you do. Make the dom earn your submission.”
“…I like the sound of that,” he admitted, and Cas smiled.
“I’m glad. I think you’d enjoy it.”
They were quiet for a few minutes, Cas running his fingers up and down Edmund’s arms as Edmund breathed deeply, the smell of sex and disinfectant strong. He’d definitely need a shower later.
“Aromantic?” Cas guessed, fingers tracing the tattoo on Edmund’s arm, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“The- the ace of clubs. Usually means Asexual or Aromantic,” Cas explained. “Given that you seemed eager enough… though I suppose you might be sex positive… I got it wrong didn’t I?”
Ed snorted, shaking his head. “It’s… familial,” he explained. “My siblings and I. Each of us have the ace from a different suit.”
More information than he probably should have given, but… he wasn’t too worried about it. Few people had connected their tattoos yet. It’s why they had so many.
Cas smiled. “Tattoos are always interesting to me. All artwork is, but tattoos… they’re fleeting.”
“They’re really not,” Edmund pointed out, but Cas shook his head.
“No, they are. They only live as long as the person bearing them. Movies, books, paintings, they’ll all last for hundreds, if not thousands of years. But tattoos will be gone in the blink of an eye. Some of the most temporary art forms.”
“Sap,” Edmund muttered, and Cas sighed.
“Probably.” He sat up, and stretched, before gathering up their clothes, handing Edmund back his own. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ed,” Cas said with a grin. “I hope to see you around here again some day.”
Something told him that he just might.