Welcome to the nightshift

Cin had to pay attention to a lot of things: help Hadrian with his balance, hold him tightly but not too much, apply just the right amount of pressure to his throat. And then there was his own arousal that he had to keep in check. He couldn’t thrust, couldn’t buck his hips. His hands were occupied so all he had were his lips that brushed against Hadrian’s chest sometimes kissing, sometimes biting. Gently hitting. For now.

“You’re doing very well. I’m very pleased with you…”

The kisses and bites to his chest made it hard for him to keep the pace steady, his hips trying to speed up every time the sparks of pleasure went to his cock. The pleasure felt different than it had the two first rounds, rawer, bordering more on pain than he was used to. The overstimulation made him more worked up, his cock throbbing almost painfully.

His brows drew down in concentration while he moved his hips, rising and falling steadily, his body clamping down on each thrust down. Breathy noises poured out each down he nailed his own sweet spot, fever-glazed eyes staying on Cin's face. He swallowed, feeling the hand on his neck keenly when he did so, his cock jumping in response.

Men like Hadrian were not new to Cin. A desperate need for pleasure and things they deemed darker. Being tied up, being fucked into oblivion,… None of that was dark. Not in Cin’s mind. Those were simply manifestations of needs and he was happy to fullfill them. But usually those men were given to him by their partners, or masters to educate and help with their inhibitions. With Hadrian things were different. He’d arrived here all by himself. 

Cin’s large, warm ever so gently wrapped around Hadrian’s neck. He didn’t squeeze but simply left it there, holding him.  “You want to be tied up. Because it’s easy to fall into restraints. Because they take responsibility from you. And you desperately crave to be taken care of. I know… you don’t have to tell me.” 

His other hand moved around the man in his lap, reached down and very gently pulled the plug of of him.  “You don’t have limits, Hadrian. Neither do I. Not when it comes to pleasure. And it will be my great privilege and joy to teach you that.”  His hand still on Hadrian’s throat, he freed his cock from Hadrian’s grip and repositioned him so he could sink into the well-prepped hole. For a moment there he stumbled and almost lost his focus. No, this man didn’t have sex often. He was warm and tight, beautiful and perfect. Absolutely perfect. Cin moaned lowly. 

“I will not ever do anything you don’t want. And I will let you know when you are being too brave, too bold because I know you want to be. For me. To impress and please me.”  He grabbed Hadrian’s wrist and gently twisted his arm behind his back. He held it there in a tame, first idea of restraint. The other hand remained on Hadrian’s throat. He left Hadrian one hand for balance. 

“Move then. Please me.” 

Hadrian calmed once the hand touched his throat. The world spun into focus again, his senses sharpening to the point where he felt like he might have superpowers. He listened to Cin's voice, letting the words sink into him as truth. He didn't feel like he was losing control or had to fight to keep the mask on, because Cin already knew who he was. Probably better than Hadrian knew.

He protested slightly when the plug was removed, feeling too empty. Then it was being replaced by Cin's cock, the man filling him to the brim. His eyes closed as he listened to his own breath, feeling the length inside him stretch him in just the right way. His body clamped down on Cin, throbbing around him.

Once again Cin said just the right thing, never making him feel unsafe or out of control. The restraint felt safer in a way, taking away the option to worry about what he could and couldn't touch and if he was doing a good job or not. His mind felt crystal clear rather than floating this time, another moan leaving him when he was asked to move.

Cin hummed as he let the sweet waves of pleasure wash through him and his cock grow. Hadrian needed to give back and Cin would let him. Why not?

“Oh yes…” He kissed him sweetly. “I would leave you plugged. And possibly caged. So your body reminds your mind of its needs. I know you carry a lot of responsibility. It would be good for you to let go of that for a bit.” He chuckled. “Security guard… How fun to send you through a metal detector like that.”

He rolled his hips, the idea of Hadrian wearing his plug spiked his lust quite a bit.

“You’re save with me, Hadrian. Be brave. I can fulfill every wish and I know no shame. Nothing you could possibly throw at me would weird me out or make me think any less of you.”

There was a submissiveness about Hadrian that was quite endearing.

“Fill you? Now? When you’re still so very sensitive? Oh… You are a masochist, aren’t you? It gives your great joy to please, doesn’t it?”

He moaned a bit at the words spilling out of Cin, the man planting images in his head of things he hadn't dared to consider before. It wouldn't be very practical at work, but the idea was still tempting "oh yeah, super fun for you maybe. I would spontaneously combust" he laughed softly.

He looked down as Cin grew in his hand, his breathing hitching as he got caught up in what he was doing, His thumb rubbed lightly over the slit, his throat feeling a bit dry "I think I want to learn. Find my limits" he chewed his bottom lip "I want to be tied up."

“I do. I feel very good.” He looked down at Hadrian’s hand on him and then kissed fun once more. “Your pleasure means so much to me. It’s such a bliss to share my knowledge with you. My abilities.”

He nipped on his ear and whispered: “And to think you might walk to work in a few days with my plug inside of you… That certainly makes me feel very good.”

Kisses fell on Hadrian’s neck. “Tell me… What’s that one thing you always wanted to do with an intimate partner but never dared to ask for it? No shame, Hadrian. No hesitation. Tell me.”

His hands fumbled a bit before getting the pants open, a warm hand pushing in to pull Cin free. He licked at his hand before bringing it to the man's cock, wrapping his fingers around him to stroke him slowly, his hand twisting a bit at the head.

He groaned at the idea of walking around with that thing inside of him in public. He felt pretty sure he wouldn't last long before taking matters into his own hands "you gonna leave me plugged up?" he nipped at Cin's jaw, then kissed the spot while his hand continued to move.

"Look, all the things we have done so far have been things I would never ask for. I have sex very rarely, and I haven't let others have control very often in the past. It's felt too risky to let go or to let others touch me like that" he shifted a bit to balance better "there are lots of things I would like to do with you if I come back. But tonight I want you inside me, cause you've been prepping me all night and I might die if I don't get it."

Cin was quite grateful when Hadrian moved. He opened his legs a bit so Hadrian could rest comfortably and Cin still had access to all the important bits.

Immediately his arms came around the other man and just when Hadrian asked that question Cin’s finger played with the end of the plug a bit just to reinforce its presence.

The touches to his chest made him sigh softly. For now he had willed his erection down but there was no guarantee how long that would last. And gentleness always turned him on. Touches to his chest that was so littered with scars made him feel vulnerable.

“Useless? No. If anything it’s my fault. My treatment. But I so enjoy seeing you giving up control and turning into wax in my hands. And…” He leaned in to nip on Hadrian’s neck. “Truthfully, lately it hasn’t always been about pleasure so… Being with you it’s like a vacation. Not just for the body but the mind. The soul.”

Hadrian's thumb rubbed over Cin's nipple, circling the small nub. A small gasp sounded when the older man touched the plug, his nerve endings were screaming at him. His cock twitched a bit in interest, clearly feeling more into the overstimulation than he'd assumed he would be "yeah, well...I seem to enjoy it too."

“I know,” replied Cin in good old Han Solo manner, acknowledging and yet not giving back. “And it’s beautiful.” He kissed along Hadrian’s forehead and hair down to his cheek.

The man lay heavily in his arms and he wouldn’t be able to do this much longer. Already he felt the strain in his arms and back. But Cin wouldn’t move. Not until Hadrian was ready. It was part of the deal. Everything and anything for a paying customer.

“You are beautiful. Face and body. Beautiful soul, too. A joy to be around. Being with you… It’s good for me.”

He smiled slightly, the answer sobering him up a bit. He stayed for a moment longer before sitting up, straddling Cin instead so he wouldn't have to carry his weight on his arms. He gave the man another smile, looking a bit distant when his hand reached to touch Cin's face.

Cin put the book down as quickly as he could and then owned his arms so he could accompany Hadrian on his lap. The chair would hold, Cin knew that much from experience. He also tried to pull the blanket around Hadrian again to keep him warm and comfortable. He did not however pull it over Hadrian’s chest because he knew very well that the other man needed some skin to skin contact.

And so he held him almost like a child and kissed his forehead. “I’m here. And I know. It’s awfully hard to talk right now. You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything. Just be. Here. With me.”

"Mh" he gave up on words before he'd even made a proper one, calming down once he was pressed close. His face nuzzled into the crook of Cin's neck to breathe him in. He could just stay there, existing, floating while he was held close. So what if it was against the moral code he had made for himself? Who was left to give a flying fuck what Hadrian did?

Cin just smiled, pride swelling his chest. Oh… Hadrian was beautiful like this. While the man was still barely with it he replaced his fingers with a well lubricated plug that would make him feel filled and ready for any later action… Should Hadrian have the stamina for it.

Then he cupped the man’s cock again, felt it soften in his hand and for a moment wondered how pretty he would look in a chastity cage. Cin let the moment pass.

With his free hand he pulled a blanket from under the gurney and covered Hadrian with it, hoping the man wouldn’t drop too hard. He kept one hand on his cock while the other caressed his face, lay on his cheek.

“Very well done, Hadrian. You are such a joy to watch. Now rest. You’ve earned it.”

Hadrian didn't notice the plug at first, too busy gathering the thousand pieces of his mind to realize there was a world outside his own head. The soft touches from Cin gathered him back together in soft warmth. His heart was still beating hard, his breathing sounding to loud in the room.

Steve smiled at Hadrian and nodded. “Alright. That sounds good. Next time you come over, you should bring some clothes.” He said easily, shifting a little closer and draping an arm over the back of the sofa behind Hadrian as he watched him. He blushed a little as Hadrian agreed to sleep in the bed with them and cleared his throat.

“Good, that’s settled then,” he said easily, smiling, though still blushing quite a bit. He let his hand drop from the sofa down to Hadrian’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t worry too much about Nate. If he didn’t like you, well… I doubt you’d be here right now,” he said with a small smile.

“He’s right there, Nate probably would have approached you without us present if he hadn’t liked something about you,” Bucky said, carrying the water in to them and handing them their glasses before sitting down on the other side of Hadrian.

“Can you buy that salted caramel ice cream to put like.. in your freezer? I think we need to invest in that,” he said, taking a drink from his own glass of water. “I’m gonna start checking stores, I think.”

He tried not to show how something like being invited to keep clothes there seemed like a major fucking thing to him, managing at least halfway not to let it reflect on his face. He smiled a bit at the way Steve stretched his arm behind him before finally moving his hand to his shoulder.

Hadrian moved into the space Steve had made for him, letting himself press up against the other man, a whimper escaping him before he could bite it back. He pretended like that had never happened "are you two saying he would have murdered me?"

Instead of intensifying his efforts Cin slowed down even more. Two fingers gently played along the rim of Hadrian’s glans. The fingers inside the other man just rubbed little circles against the sweet pleasure spots he had found earlier.

“Yes, my darling. You may.”

The slowing down brought his mind to a new spot, making him float away again while wave after wave of sweet pleasure washed through him. He could feel every part of his body, everything centering around Cin's hands. He ended up holding back, letting every wave take him just a bit higher, suddenly trying to avoid the climax.

He couldn't remember having ever felt like he did right then, floating along with the pleasure while it built past the point where he should have cum. The first wave of climax hit him from the spot where Cin's fingers touched inside, burning through him like wildfire though the orgasm was completely dry. A surprised gasp tore out, accompanied by a yell when the second high hit, this time leaving him spilling over Cin's fingers as wave after wave crashed through.

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Bucky raised an eyebrow at the other man as he lowered his eyes and stepped back from him, denying that anything was wrong, even though Bucky knew that he was lying. Hm. He watched Cin for a moment longer as the other male babbled on about the things that he could do.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. People who offer company for support?” he asked, frowning a little and shook his head. “That’s a bit beyond my knowledge base, I guess. Not sure,” he added with a small smile. “You will be fine. We have your back, Cin. You know that, right?” he asked before he looked over the counter into the living room as Hadrian called out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said a bit louder and shook his head. He looked back at Cin. “Don’t stay in here all night, alright? Come back out and join us.” He picked up the bowl and walked back into the room, hoping Cin would bring the drinks.

Steve frowned a little as he watched Hadrian for a moment, tilting his head a little. “What do you mean you’re fucked?” he asked simply before he was speaking louder and calling for popcorn. He glanced over as he heard Bucky answer and then Bucky coming into the living room.

“About time, we thought we’d tackle the very first Hobbit movie. Then I’ll take Hadrian home for the evening.” He reached over, grabbing a handful of popcorn and placing the kernels in his mouth and crunching them. “Roll film!”

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Cin sighed as he watched Bucky leave the kitchen. No… He didn’t feel very confident in the company of these men. And yes, Bucky gave him a certain safety that he couldn’t quite place and that was in fact very badly misplaced. Bucky was certainly not the man destined to carry Cin’s trauma.

He stared at the open door until he heard the intro music of The Hobbit. Then he finally grabbed the glasses and joined the others. The moment he left the kitchen he felt his mouth seal again. He wouldn’t talk. Not unless directly approached. He didn’t know what to say anyway.

With a smile for everyone he handed out the drinks. But then… Where to sit. He opted for the carpet again. This time a bit further away from everyone.

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"Ah eh, nothing" he smiled at Steve again before making grabby hands at the popcorn. He managed to get a handful, not a single one of them hitting his mouth when he tried to eat them. He paused before gathering all the mess to scoop it into his mouth, ending up with a few up his nose.

He sneezed, sending the popcorn flying everywhere before rubbing salt into his eyes "oh my fucking god" he rolled out of the sofa, nearly stumbling over Cin before managing to get to the kitchen, washing his face. He went red from his hair down to his toes on his way back, trying not to look directly at anyone when sitting down again "so yeah. Movie."

“You do not.”

Cin simply continued as calm and collected as before.

“You think you need more stimulation but you are used to hard and fast sex. I want to show you something else. I want your patience. I want the show build for you…”

He stopped moving his fingers and for a moment just watched Hadrian fucking himself. It was quite endearing to watch.

“Hold still. You don’t need more. Let it build. Let the pleasure wash through you by itself. Don’t chase it. Don’t force it. Just breathe…”

He wrapped his other hand around Hadrian’s cock that was currently dangling in the air rather neglected and began to move his fingers again. That little bit of a thrust would provide all the friction Hadrian’s cock would get. But it would be enough. Cin knew that.

He was gasping for breath, shaking so badly he was afraid of falling over. Every part of him was demanding harder and faster when Cin told him they would go slow. A whimper sounded, his body bucking a few times before he managed to still.

Hadrian took a few moments to breathe, still shaking a bit. Once he got his breathing under control the pleasure started flowing until it felt like he was filled to the brim with it.

Cin bit back a comment. He loved how vulnerable Hadrian looked and how little the man seemed to care about it. God, I would have been perfect in this business. Beauty wasn’t enough. Cin knew that very well. He wasn’t a very beautiful man after all. But this eagerness and openness, this need for pleasure, it was all just too perfect. Down to the little moans and the begging. Cin was suddenly glad that he was still wearing pants. He didn’t want Hadrian to be distracted by Cin’s own erection.

His left hand that has been pressing on Hadrian’s back let go and slipped under his belly, pushing against it just a little to allow Hadrian to lift his ass just enough that Cin’s fingers automatically slid deeper. There… His thrusts were still slow but deep, as deep as he could reach until he stopped, fingers curling up to press and rub against Hadrian’s prostate. A trick that no cock could do.

“Breathe…”

Hadrian shuddered when he was put in the position he most wanted to be in right then, taking Cin's fingers deeper "oh god" he curled his own fingers into tight fists, his nails cutting into his palms. A hoarse cry ripped out when those digits curled inside him, his cock jumping and leaking enough that a damp spot was forming under him. He felt pretty sure he could cum on those fingers alone.

Bucky looked over at Hadrian and shrugged at his question. “I don’t know, honestly. But I’d say… Nate probably knows more about you than Steve or I do, and thats not… a bad reflection on us, it’s just… that’s how Nate is.” He shrugged a little and went to the kitchen to get some water for the three of them.

“I don’t remember us having plans tonight though, I’ve never forgotten that before…” He wasn’t sure if that was a testament to Hadrian’s distraction skills… or if Nate had made that up and was here for another reason.

Steve moved over to the sofa then and looked at Hadrian. “You know, maybe next time you should bring a change of clothes, then you’ll always have clothes here,” Steve said with a smile. “So… I could make up the sofa for you fi you want or…” He glanced briefly to the stairs.

“I mean, if you wanted to-” He blushed furiously, cheeks, ears, and his neck turning a bit red from embarrassment. “There… wouldn’t be anything untoward going on but… the bed is… more comfortable than the sofa, by far….”

"Right, that's not disconcerting at all" he grimaced "not that I have much to hide, but stuff like that always makes me paranoid anyway." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Bucky. He didn't know Nate's body language at all but he'd gotten the feeling there had been no actual date planned.

His eyes followed Steve, smiling slowly as he wandered over, feeling his body take on a bit of a saunter "yeah? That's not a bad idea. I seem to end up here a lot" he chuckled "on purpose, but still..."

Cin saw it all. He was trained to see it all. Everything. Down to the suppressed moans.

“Don’t hold back. Don’t ever hold anything back with me. Not with me.”

His finger began to move. Deeper into Hadrian first to fill and stretch him and then he really did begin to finger fuck him. The movement would translate the Hadrian’s cock but of course it couldn’t be enough.

He didn’t give him that much time to adjust. Really just a minute or two. Then he pulled his finger out. Not before Hadrian could protest Cin was back with two fingers. He was gentler this time and slower and fucking Hadrian turned into a slow, deep rocking.

His bottom lip was left alone, tingling and swelling slightly with the way he'd bitten it. A throaty moan spilled out of him when the finger pushed deeper and started fucking him. He had done this to himself now and then but it was never the same. Maybe because he could anticipate every move, or maybe because it wasn't Cin doing it.