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“Kneel.”
The command was void of emotion. An order. The following movement was automatic, no conscious thought needed to follow the simple instruction. Ray fell to his knees, silent and waiting, almost buzzing with anticipation of what he knew was to come. It was better than any amount of Ripped Fuel he’d ever ingested.
Brad circled around behind him, all 7 feet of muscle menacing and demanding absolute submission. Ray felt his head lower without even thinking about it, his thoughts receding as his mind started to blank.
“Good.”
Brad hummed with pleasure, either at the sight or the submission, Ray couldn’t say. Couldn’t think, once pressure fell on the back of his neck, Brad’s hand encasing the entire column with just enough force that Ray couldn’t tell if he would bruise or not. Either way, he’d carry the feeling with him for days, a silent secret between the two of them that he was Brad’s, and Brad was his.
“Stop it.”
A growl. Ray hated those, it meant Brad was displeased. All he wanted was to please Brad. He couldn’t get his thoughts past that enough to figure out why Brad was angry. He hated not knowing.
“Ray.”
It was still stern but gentler this time, and Ray all but shivered when he felt Brad crouch down behind him. The warmth was too much, racing up his spine and straight back down to his heart, little beads of sweat coating his skin, his breath catching in his throat. Brad’s presence, just out of sight so Ray could only feel him, blind to the body he desired most, and Brad’s lips brushing ever so slightly against the sensitive skin behind his ear, his breath causing goosebumps to dance across his skin, sent that warmth through him all over again. It was so consuming Ray’s breath stuttered out as tiny gasps.
“Stop thinking.”
Ray didn’t know how to disobey Brad, never even wanted to, and immediately his brain shut off to everything but the pleasure coursing through his veins and sparking nerve-endings. A hand ran across the bare skin of his chest, strong down his sternum and feather-light across his stomach, his muscles dancing beneath the movement. The pleasure followed the hand across his body, like Brad could coax and coerce Ray’s body to feel exactly as he pleased. He could and they both knew it. In his more coherent moments, Ray thought it was some sort of magic.
“That’s better.”
He felt Brad settle onto his knees behind him, fitting his body tight to Ray, Brad’s uniform too rough and too much against the slippery skin of Ray’s back. Ray moaned, unbidden and familiar, the sound easing out of his throat like this is what he was born to do, and he felt his head falling back against the strong heat of Brad’s shoulder. Fingers skittered across his hips, down to his pelvic bone, tickling and teasing, and Ray just wanted more. He was aware of the sounds he was making, desperate and pleading, but nothing else ticked through his mind except Brad, and pleasure, and more.
“What’s wrong?”
Smug bastard. Ray knew that tone but couldn’t bring himself to speak, couldn’t even consider being annoyed or mad or anything other than severely turned on. All he could do was moan again, desperate and louder this time, his hips jerking up of their own accord, pleading for Brad to touch him.
“Need something, Ray?”
Another moan, almost a sob. Ray didn’t want to cry, but if he did, it wouldn’t be the first time.
“I need to hear you say it. You usually have so much to say.”
“Please.” It was like a dam had broken and Ray couldn’t stop the words fumbling from his mouth as he struggled not to writhe back against Brad. He knew that if he came off his knees, all would be over, and Ray so desperately needed Brad to touch him. “Please, Brad. Please. I need… I need you to touch me. Please.”
He lost himself after that, words falling and twisting and pleading, but all Ray could think about was Brad’s lips so barely brushing against his cheek it almost felt like they weren’t there at all and his fingers ever so slowly slipping lower and lower, almost exactly where Ray wanted them.
“Brad, I-” He choked back a sob, almost losing it completely.
“This what you want?”
Warmth enveloped his cock and Ray whimpered, almost coming immediately at the simple touch. The only thing stopping him was that he knew he wasn’t allowed, not until he had Brad’s permission. Brad’s hand moved slowly, controlled movements not nearly enough to get Ray where he needed, whimpers and moans falling out amongst the unconscious pleas for more.
“Look at you. So desperate.”
Ray couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only nod erratically in acknowledgment and thrust his hips into Brad’s hand, silently asking for more. Brad let loose a tiny laugh, almost imperceptible if Ray wasn’t all but sitting in his lap, and couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed. He had no concept of that when he was like this. Ray could only wait out the silence, begging with his body while Brad watched on, completely in control.
“Fuck yourself with my fist.”
The quiet broke with those words, Ray’s moans becoming louder and more desperate as he did as he was told. Brad’s hand was perfect, large and warm and all-encapsulating. In moments like this, nothing was better, except if Brad had been inside him as well. At the thought, Ray couldn’t help but grind back onto Brad’s lap with deliberate purpose, whimpering as he did so. The movement did not go unnoticed.
“No.”
Both hands stilled Ray’s hips, firm and commanding, allowing for zero movement. Ray swallowed hard at the statement, at the lack of touch around his leaking cock. He tried to jerk again, whether forward or back he didn’t know, but Brad’s grip was strong, and Ray couldn’t go anywhere.
“No.” Anger laced his voice once again and Ray hated disappointing Brad, he hated when he was angry with him in these moments. “No. You know better.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry. Please Brad, I won’t-” A choked off cry broke his speech, Brad’s hand returning to Ray’s cock, jacking hard and fast, almost desperate to get him off.
“You want to come?”
“Please.” Ray was sure he was crying at this stage, tears of desperation and desire racing down his cheeks, but he couldn’t care, couldn’t pry his hands away from Brad to check.
“Or maybe you don’t.” His hand slowed again, feather-light and teasing and Ray almost screamed in frustration, “You haven’t behaved very well today.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Brad-”
“Hush.”
Ray almost choked on his tongue in his rush to be silent, to obey. He wanted to behave for Brad, to please him with his submission. Brad waited him out, to see if he’d stay silent, and then resumed his strong grip on Ray’s cock as a reward.
“Good.” Suddenly teeth were latching onto the back of his shoulder, pleasure racing through him. Ray had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming, to stay silent as Brad left his mark, claiming Ray as his, a reminder for them both when they couldn’t have this whenever they needed. Brad sucked on the mark and then licked the pain away, returning to look back over Ray’s shoulder, to see Ray leaking into his hand.
“Are you going to be good?”
Ray jerked his head, desperate.
“You may speak.”
“Yes. Yes, I promise, I’ll be so good.”
He’d hardly finished speaking and already Brad was jerking him again, fast firm movements, coaxing Ray’s orgasm out of him. He could feel it building, he’d been on the edge since Brad had first told him to kneel, and now it was becoming almost impossible not to come without Brad’s permission.
“Please. Brad, please.”
“You need to come?”
“Yes. Please, Brad. I-”
It was a choked whimper, almost indecipherable, and Ray couldn’t think of anything other than Brad.
“Come.”
It was immediate. Like every other instruction he’d followed, Ray did so without thought. One moment he was desperate, the next he was coming, following Brad’s order and flying over the edge, falling apart within Brad’s arms, lips pressing against his neck. He would have screamed, if he’d been allowed, but he knew better by this point, and instead whimpered and cried and focused on the complete pleasure surrounding him and flowing through his body.
Ray had no idea how long he’d been out when he became aware again of Brad holding him, cradling him to his chest, murmuring praise and reassurance while hands roamed across his body. When he noticed Ray was back with him, aware and focused, he kissed him softly, lips professing love against lips.
“You okay?”
Ray could only smile, feeling better than he had since this whole goddamn war had started.
“Perfect.”