Danger Zone

Aiden's back arches off the bed as he takes ragged breaths, trying to find air to pull into his lungs. 

The vibrator presses up and secures against his prostate is making it hard to focus, hard to think of anything. 

But the penis cage around his cock is stopping his erection, making him pants and whines, desperate for stimulation. 

He squirms on the bed, trying to relieve the pure pleasure sparking through his prostate for just a second, but it is secured tightly in place.

Aiden opens hooded eyes to stare at Daime, standing with crossed arms at the end of the bed, watching Aiden with a smirk.

In Aiden's mind, Daime promised him that he will go easy on him since this is the first time that Aiden had experienced BDSM or any form of that kink. 

But after realizing that Daime tricked him, he is now screaming in his head at how stupid he is. His mouth is agapes and he can't think straight. 

"Ma-Master… Master, please!"

Daime's smirk grows larger and bolder as Aiden begs for something he already knows what. But where is the fun of just taking it off without teasing the smaller male?

Nothing. 

"What are you begging for?"

Aiden closes his eyes tightly as he squirms around the bed while arching his back. The vibrator presses his prostate even more, making Aiden shouts Daime's name. 

"Take the cage- hng- off, please, please, please. I-I-I-Master!"

Aiden screams once again as his breathe hitches in his throat, cutting off any visible words running throughout his mind. 

Pleasure curses through his body as he convulses, fireworks going off behind his eyelids. 

"Aren't you are pretty good boy when you dry orgasm? Primo will love to see you like this."

Aiden's hands fist tightly in the sheets, and he feels them go slightly slack. He must have untucks them from the corners. 

He scrambles, his toes curling in the sheets as he tries to find presence as he pants and throws his head back.

"But unfortunately, your mighty hero is not here to save you from this. And I don't care if I will be a villain just to see you become like this, my lovely play thing."

A jolt of pleasure courses through Aiden at Daime's words, a blush covering his cheeks at being called that dreadful insult, and he pants heavily.

"Since I think you are a good boy, maybe you will let me see you do another dry orgasm before I consider unlocking the cage."

Aiden twists, breathing heavily and starts rutting his hips down against the vibrator. 

He is desperate, desperate for the tantalizing pleasure of his orgasm. He just wants his Master to make him cum, to fill him up and reward him for taking his punishment so well.

"Look at you, grinding like a little slut."

It is a deep growl in Daime's throat, and Aiden cries out, whimpering a little. He doesn't know how he can be this painfully hard without having an erection.

"Are you that desperate for my cock, little slut? Are you still not satisfied with Primo's?"

Aiden tilts his head, trying to ignore the dribble of saliva that slides down his cheek, watching Daime with blurred vision – his eyes had been covered with tears since the beginning of this punishment.

"N-No, Master. I want yours a-as w-we-well-hng-"

It is a stuttering whimper on a pant, and Aiden can see Daime smirks.

"How badly does this whore of a man need this pulsating cock?"

A large hand cups Aiden's cheek, brushing lightly over his cheek bone, and his breathing hitches. 

The pleasure hits him again, and he jolts, pressing his hand into Daime's hand, breathing heavily. His vision goes pure white and his breaths rack in his chest.

"You're so desperate you orgasm from my hand on your cheek… Such a needy little bitch for his Master, hm?"

Aiden pants, trying to move the vibrator off of his prostate again, a whine stuck in his throat. 

He is exhausted but also as awake as he'd ever been, hips thrusting upwards on the bed. 

"Master, please! You said if I dry orgasm again-" 

Aiden's words are cut off by Daime's lips on his. He kisses back, greedy, starved of his Master's touch. 

He feels Daime's hand on his thighs, squeezing a little, and then the vibrator is switch off. 

Aiden lets out a grateful moan, his thighs collapsing onto the bed as Daime shifted it free.

Aiden whines as Daime stands up, walking to the end of the bed. The key around his neck glistens, and Aiden shakes on the bed as he waits, begging in his head. 

Slowly, Daime takes the small chain off, leaning forward to unlock the cage. Almost as soon as it was off, Daime's hand wrapped around Aiden's sensitive skin, jerking softly.

"You're throbbing… is my little bitch desperate?"

Daime can see Aiden beginning to reach the end of his string, and he moves quickly. He rolls a condom on, and then spilt lube over his erection before he nudges Aiden's legs apart. 

With one, hard thrust, Daime buries himself inside of Aiden, hands either side of his head. Aiden cries out, choking on pleasure and his arms wrap around Daime's neck. 

Daime leans down, and kisses Aiden hard. He nips at his bottom lip, and his tongue slips into his mouth with ease, exploring as he starts thrusting.

The smaller moans into the taller male's mouth, cheekily nipping down on his tongue, earning himself a particularly hard thrust into his prostate, making him throws his head back, choking on his cry. 

Their bodies are slick with sweat, moving together in tandem, slipping and sliding as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the whole room. The sound makes Aiden blush heavily and he turns away.

Daime immediately attacks Aiden's neck, sucking and biting along the sensitive skin and making him groan even louder.

"M-Master… Master, I'm close. I'm so close, please."

Daime's hand slips between them, gripping Aiden's almost over sensitive erection and pumps, hand tight, keeping time with his thrusts. 

Aiden's hands dropped from around Daime's neck, clinging to the pillow behind his head as he whimpers. Intelligible strings of curses slip from his lips and then his hips bucks hard. He cries out for his Master, and then comes hard, almost having spasms from the sheer pleasure coursing through his body.

Daime groans, feeling Aiden tighten around him, and he shots his load into the condom, thrusting sloppily through their orgasms.

***

Daime wants to just collapse and sleep. Exhaustion is sitting in his bones, making his breaths ragged, but he forces himself to sit up. 

He watches Aiden a moment – the muddy brown haired man's eyes are closed. Sweat sticks his fringe to his forehead and his chest heaves under the slightly too big shirt of Daime's that he wears. 

Smiling softly, Daime is quick to get up, tying and discarding the condom, before getting the anti-septic wipes from his dresser. 

He picks the vibrator up, wiping it over thoroughly before getting another one out the pack and wiping the penis cage down. 

He slips them away, ensuring the key is with the cage, and then shuts his bottom drawer. 

He returns to the bed and lies down beside Aiden as the other male snuggles on his sweaty neck. 

Fuck, bathroom. 

Aiden and Daime didn't care if they are sweaty or they smell like sex. 

After Aiden endures that long and exhausted punishment for what he did when Arianna calls them to dinner, none of them wants to go to take a shower before sleeping. 

Aiden makes a small noise, smiling wide before he was lost to the world, his head above Daime's heartbeat. Daime smiles softly, holding him close, and quickly follows him to the depths of sleep.