Missing Kit (Zakhar and Damien)

Zakhar's lips twitched upwards.

"Do you want to bring toys?"

Zakhar was sure that he'd find an even wider variety of toys than the ones that he had in his room at the moment.

And then there was the other equipment.

With a hum, Zakhar stood and pulled on the slacks that had been tossed over his chair. That'd do. He wouldn't be wearing them when he got there anyway.

"Come."

It only took a few minutes to find his way down to the dungeon, grinned as he padded inside, turning to gauge Damien's reaction. Did he even know what half of this equipment was?

He followed him down the stairs, taking close note of where they were going. Not what he had expected. He had expected somewhere in the open air, but they were heading into the cell-

Oh.

They had come into the dungeon. His eyes flickered around the room, one eyebrow raising in amazement.

Well, this was unexpected.

One hand flit over a St. Andrews Cross as he gazed around the room, deep in thought. And then pinned Zakhar up against the wall, kissing him harshly as he unbuttoned his slacks, yanking them impatiently off his hips.

He watched the man gaze around the room.

Was he curious about what these things were or was he thinking about what he was going to do? Zakhar couldn't tell.

The Lycan moaned when he was pushed back against the wall, kissing him back with a loud purr.

A chuckle sounded against the man's mouth when his slacks were yanked off of him.

Damien purred, slipping back down the man's body again to litter nips, sucks and harsher bites along the insides of the man's thighs and hipbones, raking his teeth along the skin.

Although he couldn't wait to use the stuff in here, he wanted to be methodical. Get Zakhar really worked up, and then use the slightly more... interesting things. Drag it out for as long as possible.

Kissing up higher, the point of his tongue dipped into the slit of the man's arousal, swirling around the head before ducking away again to bite a hipbone while one hand massaged the man's balls slowly.

The Lycan moaned softly, eyes sliding shut as his hands fisted into the man's hair.

He was a little disappointed that he hadn't been thrown straight onto a piece of equipment but he could deal with a little minor foreplay before the major stuff began.

Zakhar groaned, hips pressing forwards when the tongue dipped into his slit.

He smirked at the little moan, trailing the tip of his tongue along the underside of the man's arousal, slowly taking him into his mouth, head bobbing.

His finger gently traced a path under the man's balls and over his perineum to circle his entrance slowly.

This nails of his other hand raked sharply down Zakhar's thigh, leaning up to bite a hipbone sharply, drawing blood, before drawing the head of the man's erection in again.

The Russian moaned, back arching as he pressed his hips forwards into the younger man's mouth.

His hands gripped the other man's hair tightly as he began guiding his head, hips thrusting into his mouth every time he pulled his head towards him.

Zakhar gave a soft groan, pressing backwards a little against the finger pressed against him.

His eyes narrowed as Zakhar began to control his movements. He brought his hand down on the man's behind sharply in reprimand, pulling away.

"I'm in control today, remember?"

He herded Zakhar back towards some iron kneeling stocks, pushing him down roughly to lock him in place, fastening the stocks around his neck, wrists and ankles.

Standing back, he admired his handiwork for a moment, picking up the cane.

And brought it down on the man's lower back harshly.

Zakhar jerked a little with a soft moan when he was slapped.

He gave a soft snort. For now, he corrected mentally. Not today. Just for now.

And for now he would do as he was told. Which meant letting the man lock him in the stocks. That was doable. He could have picked worse equipment.

His back arched and he gave a low moan as the cane met with his skin.

He chuckled, his fingers running over the cane again lightly before bringing it down twice as hard on the man's skin. The skin reddened and blistered from the hit and a satisfied smirk crept across his lips, bending to run his tongue over the skin soothingly.

Standing back up, he strolled across the room to choose a vibrator, half-thrusting it inside the man before pushing it in the rest of the way with the toe of his boot.

The cane came down on the skin again hard.

He jerked in the stocks when the cane was bought down on his skin again, moaning softly at the soothing wet tongue against the blistering skin.

Zakhar stayed silent when the man strolled away. If he was with someone he respected as his Master, he would have whined or made some other form of pleading noise. But he didn't respect Damien as his Master so he wouldn't make any noise.

He moaned softly as the toy was thrust into him then pushed deeper, pressing back against it a little.

A hiss sounded as he was whipped with the cane again.

The toe of his boot trailed along the underside of the man's arousal before the cane came down on his backside, leaving a long, reddened stripe across the skin.

He gave the vibrator one forceful thrust before landing a flurry of harsh lashes on his back and behind.

Damien paused, panting as he bent to kiss the man roughly, hand yanking his hair with a playful growl as he bit down on his lower lip.

The older Lycan tensed slightly when the boot ran over the underside of his arousal. He didn't trust him. What would he do?

He jerked when he was whipped, moaning and pressing back against the toy that was thrust into him.

Zakhar moaned and writhed as the cane met with his skin over and over.

His head tilted back obediently when his hair was tugged, silver eye staring up at Damien silently when his lower lip was bitten.

He smirked, pausing for a moment to bend down, lips trailing down the man's spine slowly, his tongue lapping out over the salty skin. One hand slipped over Zakhar's skin and down, circling the seam where the vibrator met skin before giving it a few hard thrusts.

Pulling it out slowly, he bent to circle the man's entrance with his tongue slowly, one hand slipping under his body to pump him slowly.

Zakhar moaned, pushing back against the vibrator as it was thrust into him. He groaned loudly, head tilting back.

The Lycan whined softly when the toy was pulled out, leaving him feeling empty.

Another moan sounded as he pressed back against the tongue pressed against his entrance then thrusting into the hand pumping him.

Damien purred, pulling away for a moment to cross the room, picking up the piercing kit that he had brought down from the room.

He padded back over, landing a swift hit to the man's behind, chuckling lightly.

"Since you like piercings so much, I thought I might as well give you another."

Once again, Zakhar stayed silent when Damien moved away.

He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he missed his touch and wanted more.

He gave a gasp when he was slapped again.

"Da? What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see." he hummed, a smirk curling his lips.

Selecting a needle, he hid it behind his back as he bent to lap over the man's entrance again, his tongue dipping inside slightly.

His hand slipped under Zakhar's body to give him one long stroke.

The needle swiftly pierced the skin of the man's scrotum, coming out the other side.

Why did that make him feel worried?

Ah yes, because he didn't know what the fuck Damien was going to do to him and he was locked in place. He'd have to take everything that the man gave to him.

His lips parted and he gave a soft moan, pressing back against the tongue pressing inside him.

His hips jerked against the hand stroking him then he gave a soft whine as the needle pierced his skin. That small stab of pain had a shiver running down his spine.

Damien pulled away to choose a ring from the jewellery box, humming as he pulled the needle out to slide the piercing ring under the man's skin.

He admired his handiwork with a smirk, and lowered himself under Zakhar's body, tongue trailing over the newly made piercing, lapping up a bead of blood that he found there. His hand pumped the man slowly as he caught the ring between his teeth giving it a gentle tug.

He gave a soft moan as the ring slid through his skin.

Zakhar gave a whine, pressing down against the younger man's tongue when he ran it over his new piercing.

His head tilted back and he gave a long, low moan, thrusting into the hand pumping him.

His tongue continued to lap over the skin and up along the underside of the man's arousal, tongue dipping into the slit.

He picked up the vibrator again, turning it on and sliding it inside him. Abandoning it, his hands pumped him slowly, head beginning to bob slowly.

Zakhar whined loudly, hips jerking when the tongue pressed into his slit.

Another loud whine sounded when the toy was pushed into him and left there. No, he wanted it to be moved. He wanted Damien to thrust it.

With a moan, the Russian thrust his hips into the younger man's mouth.

His lips pulled away from the man's arousal as he started to thrust the vibrator hard, twisting it sharply inside him.

Stopping the thrusting motions, his lips returned to sucking the head of the man's arousal harshly, tongue trailing along the underside before taking him in deeply.