Nicholas and Sören had an appointment for their date night - Sören was working on art, and texted Nicholas [who was right down the hall] to ask for fifteen extra minutes. Nicholas granted it, but when Sören stopped fifteen minutes later and arrived in the bedroom, Nicholas had a rather annoyed look on his face.
Nicholas got out Sören's Brat tiara, and after they undressed, Nicholas put the Brat tiara on Sören's head and had Sören "assume the position" over his knee.
Sören knew in advance Nicholas was going to give him twenty spankings tonight, they had planned this, but Nicholas informed him, "You shall receive five additional spankings for your lateness."
Sören smirked. "I might have to be late every time, then."
"Now it's ten."
Sören wiggled his ass.
Sören loved spankings, and with each one he begged for more, rubbing against Nicholas's thigh. By the time all thirty spankings had been administered, Sören's ass stung... and he was shaking, panting, and begging to come, hole twitching, cock throbbing, completely slick with precum.
That was exactly where Nicholas wanted him.
Once again they started with Sören sitting on his face, and Nicholas worked his tongue S L O W L Y. Excruciatingly, exquisitely slowly. It felt incredible. It felt too incredible. Sören whined like a little bitch, especially when Nicholas made little "mmmm" and "nnnnnn" noises of pleasure - any vocalizations from him got Sören hot, Sören loved hearing him lose control, even just a little. Nicholas licked Sören's ass slowly for what felt like forever, and when Sören had about all he could take he cried out, "Please..."
Nicholas stopped, and Sören met his eyes. "Please what?"
"Please, I need your cock inside me, Daddy."
Nicholas made a clicking noise of disapproval with his tongue. "You made me wait... so now you are going to wait, my pet." Then he put his tongue back inside Sören and started licking even slower, but with a little more pressure than before.
Sören thought he was going to die if he didn't come soon. Nicholas was edging the fuck out of him - just enough to get him close, but not enough to make Sören come without permission. Nicholas made that deep "mmmmmm" sound again and Sören let out a sob. "Daddy, please, Daddy...."
"I am enjoying what is mine," Nicholas replied, and resumed what he was doing.
Sören was a complete wreck by the time Nicholas decided he had his fill of tongue-fucking him. Sören was shaking, sobbing, his cock aching and dripping. When Nicholas turned his attention to Sören's cock with that same slow licking, the noise that came out of Sören was inhuman. "DADDY. PLEASE. FUCKING. FUCK ME."
Now Nicholas had that smug, smart-assed little smile that Sören knew all too well. "Oh, but it is all right to make me wait."
"Daddy, please. Please... please, fucking please, Daddy, please."
Nicholas let out a very exaggerated sigh. "On your back."
Sören climbed off him and lay on his back, and then Nicholas instructed him to lift up his legs over his head, and with Sören's consent, Nicholas tied Sören's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Sören was completely helpless... under Nicholas's full control. Not able to touch himself, not able to adjust the pace of Nicholas fucking him.
The older man leaned in to kiss his younger submissive slut while his fingers worked inside to lube him up, and then Sören felt Nicholas readying himself... and then he put in just the tip.
Nicholas teased Sören like that for a long, long time, just the tip, then pulling back, rubbing up against Sören's taint and sometimes the bottom of his balls, back down to poke in again just ever so slightly, and back out. All the while giving Sören this smug, arrogant look, enjoying Sören's reactions to being teased. Sören was so far gone he couldn't make any words except "Daddy, please."
And finally Nicholas said, "Please what?"
"...fuck..."
"No, pet, please what? Use your words and speak to your Master properly. Tell me exactly what it is that you want."
"I want you inside me," Sören said.
That was the worst thing Sören could have said, because he put in just the tip again, like the maddening evil bastard he was. "FUCK," Sören sobbed out.
"That is what you want, is it not, little one?"
"I need all of you. I need more, please..."
Nicholas kissed him, and pushed all the way inside him. It was all Sören could do to not come without permission. He rested in Sören a moment, then he pulled back, and then pushed into Sören again... slowly. And rested there.
It took Sören a bit to realize what he was doing. When Sören caught on, he whimpered, "Oh god, fuck me, please..."
"This is not fucking. I am making love to you. I am savoring you, like I would a glass of fine wine, or a beautiful sunset." Nicholas kissed again, and the way their tongues licked together made Sören whine with frustration. Between the sweet words, the control, and that sensual kiss, Sören was losing it.
"GODDAMMIT, NICHOLAS."
"Do you think you're in charge here, pet?" Nicholas laughed at him a little before kissing him again. "You will always be my student, and this is a lesson you are learning."
With how hot Nicholas was getting him by breaking him like this, completely dominated, Sören silently vowed to be late for bed every fucking day for the rest of his life. Nicholas pulled back and pushed forward again, slowly, and kissed Sören again as he rested in him.
"Please... more..." Sören's thighs were quivering. His cock had never leaked this much precum.
"Yes, good." Nicholas repeated the slow thrusts, and then rested in him again.
"Please, more, please Daddy, more..."
Slow thrusting again, and resting again.
"Please, Daddy, more, please, more, more, please..."
So long as Sören asked for more, Nicholas kept giving it to him. Hearing himself beg for more, wanton and sex-crazed, made Sören crazy with need. He had never lost control as completely as he did tied up and at Nicholas's mercy, where Nicholas could drag this out as long as he wanted to, and Sören knew from experience this old man had a terrifying amount of stamina and he could tease Sören for hours if he felt like it. Sören loved being fully dominated and controlled by him, teased like he'd never been teased before, and Sören loved the way Nicholas absolutely revelled in it - the arrogant look he gave as he took what was his... not just Sören's ass, but his submission, his desire, his need... just made it that much hotter.
And the kissing. God. Fuck.
Sören's cock ached to be touched and stroked, but Nicholas was going to make him come just from this, hitting Sören's prostate with that curved cock of his. Nicholas kept moving slowly, slowly, slowly, as Sören begged for more to keep him moving at all - if Sören stopped begging, he'd just wait.
And at last, Nicholas lost his ability to keep it slow, and started moving harder, faster. Sören's begging got more louder, and when Nicholas let go and fucked him, Sören realized Nicholas had bound his hands so he wouldn't claw the shit out of him - Sören felt like an animal in heat. Even though having his feet bound restricted how much Sören could work his hips, he still did what he could to match his rhythm. "More, more, fuck me, please, more, fuck me Daddy, more, fuck me, more..." Sören was so, so worked up, and they both loved the sound of Sören begging for it, needing it, wanting it. Sören wanted him like he had never wanted anything in his life. Sören needed so fucking badly to come, but even more than that Sören needed him, needed to be controlled by him, needed Nicholas to break him and wreck him like he was doing now. Nicholas could have fucked him for hours and Sören would have let him, so long as he could keep feeling him.
Nicholas kissed him hard, and Sören knew from Nicholas's ragged breath as they kissed that he was almost there and he wanted to take Sören with him over the edge. Nicholas's kiss was what Sören needed, and when Nicholas's mouth left his, Nicholas's fist tight on Sören's cock, Sören cried out, "Daddy, I'm gonna come..."
"Yes, my love."
Sören screamed as he lost it, coming all over his stomach as he throbbed and clenched around him, and then Sören felt Nicholas come inside him, felt him shuddering as he growled and groaned his release, murmuring Sören's name as he kept spending... and spending... and spending. It kept going and going and going, and Sören loved giving that to him.
Once Sören was unbound, he wrapped his arms around Nicholas, giving him one last deep, hungry kiss, the last embers of their fire.
"That was worth the wait, wasn't it," Sören said, nudging him, winking.
Nicholas smirked. "Such an unrepentant brat."
"Takk."