[C][M] Too Little, Too Late

"I'll remember that for the next time I want a tip."

He smirked, pausing in his task of cleaning the dishes to slap a wet hand against his own naked backside. A mixture of bubbles and water slid down his thigh.

"No thing for you to slip it into this time, though."

The human returned to the dishes with a little grin on his face.

Deacon's smirk widened as he looked over at the man, his eyes darkening lustfully as he followed the trail of bubbles down his thigh.

"You're such a tease."

He muttered as he shook his head, pushing himself out of his chair and moving over to stand behind Dario.

His arms wrapped around the human as he pressed his lips to the back of the man's neck.

Dario smirked as he heard the scrape of the chair against the floor as the Warlock stood.

"Last I checked, that was my job."

He was always a tease. It left people wanting to come back for more.

The man continued to wash the dishes and cutlery as if Doc wasn't pressed against his back kissing his skin.

"Always after my wallet."

He tutted before chuckling and shaking his head, pressing another kiss to the back of the man's neck.

"Luckily for me, you do your job very well."

Deacon wouldn't be paying him the large amounts that he was if he wasn't satisfied with the man's work, that much was certain.

"Always," he agreed with a grin.

He liked Doc's personality. He was a nice person and fun to talk to at times. But he had a very thick wallet and that was more desirable for him at the moment.

"I hope I do my job well. I've been doing it for over a decade now."

He'd have been terrible to not pick up some really good tips and ways to get around in ten years.

Dario was confident in what he did, even if he didn't get paid as much as people like Liq or Jean-Claude or Abramo.

That was on of the things he liked most about Dario, unlike a few of the others at the club, he didn't have a huge amount of people swooning over him, he doubted a lot of people could handle Dario.

Since he didn't have excessive amount of clients, it was easy to call him up and have him at his own beck and call.

"You do very well, I have you in my bed at least once a week don't I?"

He replied with a chuckle, he knew his one day a week was probably more than Dario earned for the other six days.

Dario chuckled.

"I remember that first week we met. You took me back to the loft five times out of the seven."

It had been a very good week for his pocket. He had almost made his weekly payment to Antonio that week.

"Shame you don't do it quite as often now. Opening that envelope every night was a great feeling," he chuckled as he set the last plate on the drainer.

"After that first week I couldn't move for the week after."

He replied with a soft laugh, his ass had been aching at that point, he rarely sat down at all.

"I've been busy the last two weeks, but now I that it's taken care of I'll be having you over a lot more, my ass has been missing you."

Deacon smirked, he adored the feeling after Dario left, his body was always aching and felt well used, going without was upsetting.

Dario's smirk widened.

That was an ego boost.

"Missed me, has it?" The human pushed away from the bench and turned, one hand fisting tightly in the Warlock's hair before dragging him to bend over the counter.

"Can't have that, can we?"

His free hand curled in the man's loose jeans, yanking them down over his backside. A rough slap met with the man's ass.

Deacon grunted as Dario's hand fisted into his hair and forced him down.

He bit his lip in anticipation as he was bent over the counter and his pants were yanked down.

The Warlock groaned as his ass was slapped roughly, writhing against the counter as the stinging sensation set in.

"No we can't."
He muttered softly, his back arching to present his ass perfectly to Dario, willing him to take it.

"Already presenting?"

He licked two fingers generously before pushing them into the man firmly, twisting and thrusting roughly.

It was a good thing that Doc kept himself loose with training every night. Pushing two fingers into him like this was met with very little resistance.

"Horny little slut," he chuckled, his other hand slapping a cheek hard enough to leave a red mark as his fingers continued to thrust into him roughly.

If his ass missed him, he was going to be nice and rough in making sure his ass was reacquainted with him.

Deacon cried out as he was thrust into roughly as his ass was slapped.

Dario wasn't pulling punches today, getting right into being rough with him.

He had missed this, more than that seeing Dario so vulnerable last night left a bitter taste in his mouth, he wanted his dominant back, a man who was unyielding and relentless.

"I am."

He purred as his thighs rubbed together arousal already filling his body.

"I've been very lax with you up until now," he purred softly.

"Being submissive means more than just laying there while I give you pleasure. Perhaps I should show you exactly what it means to be my submissive."

Slap. Slap.

His hands slapped each of the man's thighs sharply.

"Leg's spread."

Being a submissive to a dominant was very different than just being someone to pleasure for someone who liked being a little rough.

"Hands behind your back."

A small whimper sounded from the Warlock, Dario was going to be more controlling of him? He didn't know if he liked the sound of that, he already knew how demanding the man could be.

His legs separated obediently, parting and allowing the man total access to his body.

Deacon's arms moved behind his back as he waited patiently for the man's next move.

"Good boy," he purred softly.

He stared at the man as he stepped back, pulling his fingers out of the man.

"Playing with yourself. Don't touch your cock. I wanna see your fingers buried deep by the time I get back."

The human left the Warlock in the kitchen area as he padded into the bedroom. He rifled through the drawers and wardrobe for a while before returning to the kitchen with a tie, a bottle of lube and a sturdy leather belt he had found.

He watched Dario pad away, he could only imagine where he was going and what was going to happen when he got back.

Two of his own fingers circled his entrance before pushing into himself slowly with a moan.

He wished Dario hadn't prohibited him from touching himself, it would feel amazing to be jerking himself off while Dario watched him, touching his body fleetingly as he pleasured himself.

A shiver ran through his body at the thought as he waited from Dario to return.

Dario stood silently for a while, just wanting as the man fingered himself.

After a few long moments, his hand reared back and he cracked the belt over his backside. "I believe I specified fingers deep in your ass." He took two long strides forwards and gripped Doc's wrist, pushing it until the man's fingers pushed into him up to the knuckles.

He leaned down, lips brushing over the man's ear gently. "Do as I say or you'll be in for a world of pain."

He pushed two fingers into the man alongside his own fingers, spreading them wide to stretch him.

"I bet this can't wait for my cock, can it?"

Deacon yelped loudly as the leather cracked across his backside, his body jolting against the counter as his fingers were forced deep inside of himself.

The lips against his ear and the muttered words made him tense, he would have to behave today.

A gasped moan escaped the Warlock as Dario's fingers pushed in along side his own, making his body stretch around them.

"It can't."

He muttered, agreeing with the human, his body really did want Dario.

"It'll have to wait."

The Human snorted softly as he pushed a third finger into him, then a fourth. A stretch of six fingers.

He was really going to put Doc's ass through hell today.

Doc wouldn't be doing much in the way of moving for at least the rest of the day after this. He'd be very very sore.

"Your slutty ass is going to take as much as it can handle today."

He'd already decided that they'd spend the day fucking each other into the ground. Any plans that either of them had were now cancelled under his rule.

Deacon grunted through clenched teeth as more fingers were pushed into him, his body already felt full and Dario was simply pushing in more and more.

He knew he was going to be unbelievably sore after the man was done with him today.

Even though that knowledge would make some people fearful he couldn't help but be excited, he would be pushed to his limits, then a little further.

His fingers began thrust into the man slowly, met with a lot of resistance as his entrance stretched tightly around them.

His tongue trailed over his lips slowly as he watched.

He was going to enjoy making Doc sore today.

Dario would show him exactly what being a true submissive was.

His body cringed as he pressed up against the counter, breathing slightly heavier as his body tried to adjust to the intrusion forcing itself into his body.

He took deep breath as the fingers began to move inside of him, his own fingers tentatively thrusting with Dario's movements.

A moan sounded as his body tensed, relaxing slowly as he tried to make himself adjust to the stretching and enjoy being this full.

Doc would get used to these larger intrusions. Dario was enjoying having complete control over the man. This was very different from their previous times together.

Dario had an air of authority about him that he didn't usually have.

He was enjoying this. This would definitely be happening again.

"We need to get you a collar for these Sessions," he murmured thoughtfully. He'd like seeing a thick leather collar around the man's throat. He could do so much with it.

He pursed his lips for a moment. "I'll have to set aside some of today's pay." He didn't expect Doc to buy any toys that he wanted to use in Sessions. He'd be buying whatever he wanted to use himself.

"Cry," he ordered, giving a particularly brutal thrust.

Deacon's body trembled softly as be relaxed, allowing the large intrusion push deep into his body.

The mention of a collar had him licking his lips as he looked down at the counter, it had been a long time since he had one of those wrapped around his throat, having one put on him by Dario definitely would be an experience, the man was different tonight, more in control of his body.

Deacon cried out as the fingers thrust into him brutally, his body tensing as he pressed up against the counter as far as he could.

Dario purred softly as he cried out.

He stepped back again, pulling his fingers out of the man.

"Fingers out your ass. Stroke yourself for me." A dark smirk curled his lips. "And count."

The belt cracked against the man's backside and thighs.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fourfivesix.

Seven. Eight

Nine.

Pause. The belt stroked the red skin gently.

Teneleventwelvethirteenfourteen.

Fifteen.