#sub!sos

“You’ve been working all day love, time for a short break.” Luke went to protest but stopped short when your hands slid down his chest and your head on his shoulder. “I think you need to relax a little.” Slowly, you tugged the hem of his teeshirt, only pulling it above his belly button. “What do you say baby, can I help you relax?” His head turned towards you, your lips sliding together in a dulcet kiss. When you pulled away you could see a soft blush dusting his cheeks. He only nodded before you took his shirt off completely. 

You stretched forward, creating a new recording and smirking down at Luke. “For when you get lonely on tour.” He groaned softly as you pressed record. 

Luke let you push him to the blue couch, his thin fingers working on the tie of his gym shorts. You let him step out of his shorts and boxers before shoving him to the couch. His eyes watched eagerly as you stripped. They widened when you stepped into a harness and shimmied it up your legs. He watched as you slid part of the double-sided dildo into your sex, a short moan escaping your lips. “Fuck,” Luke gasped out as his cock twitched in interest. 

His legs spread as you climbed onto the couch and grabbed the bottle of lube you left on the coffee table. Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping himself as you slid two fingers inside him. You fingered him open slowly, not speeding up when Luke began to softly plead for more. His cock was fully erect against his stomach, leaking precum when you angled your fingers against his prostate. “Please just fuck me.” Luke groaned when you removed your fingers. 

“No need to beg love, I’m going to fuck you.” You lubed up the dildo and slowly slid into him. High pitched moans left Luke until he adjusted to the toy. “You ready for the surprise?” 

“Surprise?” Luke’s eyes widened when they met the small remote in your hand. You clicked the button, moaning when the toy began to vibrate. Your hands grabbed at Luke’s hips and you slowly thrusted. His eyes screwed shut as you fucked him, biting his lip to keep his moans in. 

You let him get away with it for a little while, the microphone only picking up the sounds of your skin hitting his and your moans. The button of the remote clicked and the vibrator picked up the pace. Luke’s eyes snapped open as a loud moan escaped him. You spread his thighs, letting one of his legs fall off the blue couch. The slight change in angle made him whimper in pleasure. Luke sat up, pulling you so your lips met while you fucked him. You tugged on his curls, eliciting small moans and whines. His hips jerked to meet your thrusts until you forced him to still. “I want you ass up face down.” You pulled out of him, lightly smacking his thigh when he didn’t move. 

Luke’s ass was too perfect not to spank, you had to slap it once he was in the position you wanted. He let out a startled moan, letting out a few more when you spanked him repeatedly. You lined the dildo up with Luke’s hole and slowly pushed in. His hands gripped at the couch cushion while he moaned against the purple patterned pillows. You turned the vibe up again and quickly fucked him. The intensity of the toy made Luke whine out, “fuck, harder.” You complied, grabbing his hips so you could give Luke exactly what he wanted. The both of you moaned at the sensation of the double-sided vibrator but Luke was closer. 

“You wanna cum baby?” He nodded against the pillow and screwed his eyes shut when the toy brushed against his prostate. You changed angles, experimentally thrusting, smirking in satisfaction when Luke shuddered at the pleasure. “Go ahead then baby, make a mess all over your pretty blue couch.” You clicked the remote up two more times, taking a moment to moan and adjust to the speed of the toy before fucking into Luke again. Every quick thrust you made sure to hit his prostate. Luke wasn’t holding his moans back anymore, small pleas to make him cum falling out between his whines and gasps. You grabbed at his cock, jerking him off until Luke was cumming against the couch. He took in a shuddering breath, whining in oversensitivity when you kept fucking him. “I haven’t cum yet love, and we’re not stopping until I do.” 

Luke let out a moan, legs quivering when you turned the vibe up more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum again after I get my orgasm.” You draped yourself over his broad back to whisper in his ear. “Think you can handle that baby? Can you handle another orgasm?” Luke only moaned in response, getting louder when you pinched one of his nipples between your fingers. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You sped up your pace, pounding into him until you reached your high. 

When you came down from the euphoria you turned the vibe down to a low buzz. You grabbed a cushion from the couch and put it under Luke’s hips. “Go ahead and grind on that while I fuck you.” Luke adjusted himself before rutting his hips forward. He buried his head in his pillow and moaned at the pleasure. You went slower, enjoying the tortured moans Luke let out when you refused to speed up. He grinded down on the pillow and back on the fake cock as quickly as he could. You couldn’t help but laugh when he whined when you held his hips still. “We’re going my pace baby boy.” Just to tease him you quickly thrusted in and out of him a few times before returning to a slow pace. His hips still rutted forward every so often to get friction against the couch cushion. The soft vibrations and slow pace were driving him crazy with need. You squeezed his hips as he let out another broken plea to speed up. Instead you let the vibrator increase in speed and kept at your slow pace. Luke shuddered and moaned, voice cracking. His hips thrust into the couch cushion desperately until he came all over the fabric. 

Luke did as you said and walked towards the bed. He said next to me with wide eyes, a soft gold glitter on his eyelids.

“You look pretty. I wonder who you did that for.”

You placed a hand in the center of Luke’s chest, pushing him back on the mattress. You got on your knees while he laid there. His eyes looking to the side as you toyed with a bottle of lube in your right hand. You wanted to see how much more frustrated he could get by making him wait. Luke was new to the kinkier side of sex. But his enthusiasm with everything you introduced him to made it easier for him to ask for things.

Today was no different.

“Can I—“

Luke stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw his delicate pink collar fixed between your fingers, the chime of the small silver bell muffled as you put it on him. You placed his head in the center of one of your pillows, playing with his hair before straddling him. He exhaled when he saw me pull your shirt over your head, leaving you naked with a particularly devious plan in mind.

“Let me tell you the rules.”

You retrieved the lube and placed a small dot between your middle finger and thumb, rubbling it together before wrapping your hand around Luke’s cage. He whined at the sensation. His body tensed at the contact of your finger on the small hole of the cage, his skin barely on yours.

“I’m going to tease you for 5 minutes. Continuously. No breaks.”

Luke’s eyes widened as you lifted the key from around your neck. You unlocked his cage quickly, twisting the lock from the front to the side. Luke was biting his lip so hard that you swore he’d break the skin. You let him keep one of his hands on his chest, teasing his left nipple. The other was tangled in his hair, keeping his gaze locked on your bare chest.

“I’m going to take this off soon.”

Luke bucked his hips to the slight pain of me barely lifting the cage upwards, revealing more of his strained erection.

“And when you take it off, you can’t touch.”

Luke was too focused on his arousal to respond vocally. He nodded and closed his eyes.

“If you can make it 5 minutes without coming,”

You leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

Luke held his breath.

“You get to fuck me.”

He cried out, bucking his hips up to your open legs when you watched his length twitch. Luke got needy when he was depserate. He wanted more simply because the option was available to him--trying to keep a shred of his dignity until you grinded on his erection. Luke’s cage left impressions on his skin. You saw the indent of small hearts when you pulled the cage off. He was stimulated by the small action--sighing when you pulled your hand away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this desperate, baby. I should deny you more often.”

Luke watched you remove his cage between you kissing his chest. You could see his eyes fluttering between open and closed, vocal when you ran your fingertip on the vein on the underside of his cock that made him hard without fail. Luke’s cock was an angry red when you reached for more lube. He tried to catch his breath while he watched you tease him--rubbing the clear substance into your nipples before wrapping both hands around his length. Your thumb found the tip of his cock when you looked him in the eye. Your fingertip rubbed several drops of precum into his skin. Luke bucked up to both of your hands with a whimper, his voice breaking when you moved one of your hands to fondle his balls.

“That’s a good boy.”

You watched the clock in the corner of your eye. Luke was paying attention to the way you smiled, letting him know that those painful few minutes just started. You jerked him off painfully slow. Luke swallowed when you leaned down to run your tongue over his slit, gathering lube and precum in a strand on your tongue.

“Three more minutes, bunny.”

You weren’t paying attention to how much time passed when you saw Luke’s balls tighten. It reminded you of the first time he let you tie him up. He told you how much he didn’t think he would like it until you touched him with authority, making his breath quicken when you told him you wanted to make him cum as many times as he could handle during a handjob. It had become a game between the two of you. Your fierce look, your determination to make Luke break before he could do anything else.

It seeped through with how he acted with you--how he wanted you to be in control.

“You get to be inside of me in two minutes,”

You straddled Luke, settling his hard cock between your legs. You made sure your skin rubbed against his lip, allowing him to crest your hole when you pulled on his earlobe with your teeth.

“How does that make you feel?”

Luke squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of being on the edge for the second time. He liked feeling like putty in your hands--like you were his one weakness. Luke liked that you barely had to do anything at all to get him off. It pushed him to be obedient when you asked him to be, trying to hold off, even though you were trying to hit a spot that you knew he liked.

“We haven’t fucked in so long.”

Luke thought about how good it would be to push his cock inside of you for once. To feel himself cum in a warm body instead of all over your sheets. He liked both equally. He felt his length stiffen when he thought about spreading your cheeks while his cock slid out of you--your body on top of his with your nipples in his face. Luke tried to keep himself from his orgasm but he couldn’t take anymore when he thought about how good it would feel to pull out of you, only to push himself balls deep inside of your hole. His face was illuminated with the sweat on his brow when the first spurt of cum came from his tip, hitting your chest as your hands began to slow. Luke’s cum painted your chest and the bottom of his stomach with ease, releasing a load with force.

“Couldn’t wait?”

You kissed Luke’s forehead while he held a blush, a mixture of embarrassed and aroused. He tried to find something to say while you held his softening cock, looking at the cage to the side of your knee.

“I’m not sweetheart. I have an idea that I really,” she palms him lightly, “think you’ll like.” Sophie gets up, digging through their bedside table. “Take your boxers off and open yourself up.” She tosses a bottle of lube onto the bed. Luke stares up at her wide eyed. “Now Luke,” she snaps. He’s quick to comply, kicking his boxers to the end of the bed and spreading his legs wide. “Good boy. I’ll be right back. No cumming,” she sings while leaving their bedroom. 

For a second Luke stares at the bottle of lube. Usually Sophie fingers him open, it’s been a while since he’s done it and he feels like he always rushes. He pops the cap open, drizzling some onto his fingers and bringing them to his hole. Luke just barely slips one in, shuffling on the bed to try and get more comfortable. The angle feels wrong. He pulls his finger out, moving around on the bed again. His frustration is only making him hotter. Luke huffs and recoats his fingers in lube, trying to get comfortable again. He’s about to press a finger back in when Sophie opens the door, startling him. She holds two large plastic cups in her hands, setting them down out of his vision. Sophie grabs two toys he can’t see and sticks them in the cups of ice before getting on the bed. 

“I know I told you to open yourself up for me before I got back.” Her caramel eyes glow with dominance. “Flip over and put your ass up.” She swats his thigh and grabs the lube. When Luke raises his hips Sophie’s hand slaps his ass. He yelps, his skin heating up. Sophie spanks him quickly, not letting up until his ass is burgundy. When she reaches between his legs Luke’s cock is hard, he ruts his hips forward needily at the touch. “Slut,” she mocks, slapping the side of his ass. Luke’s uncomfortably hot, the sting of his ass making him squirm. “Stay still, you’re going at my pace now. Since you couldn’t fucking listen to me.” 

Luke huffs, clenching his fists, “yes Miss.” Sophie places her fingers by Luke’s mouth. 

“Suck.” He looks confused at her order. “Unless you don’t want any prep before I slide a cock in you.” Luke whimpers and wraps his lips around Sophie’s fingers. His tongue curls around them, trying to get them wet enough. 

When Sophie opens him up, Luke squirms on the bed. She slaps his ass until he stops moving around. “I was going to be nice to you today, cool you down some. But since you seem to be totally incapable of listening to me I’ve decided that you don’t deserve my kindness.” She slaps over his hole, laughing when Luke groans. “Get on your back and spread your legs.” Sophie climbs off the bed, getting the leather cuffs out of her bag. She ties him down spread eagle and places a blindfold over his eyes. 

Luke shuffles around, hissing at the sting of his ass. “You’re supposed to be cooling me down.” He whines, gasping when Sophie slaps his face. 

“And you’re supposed to be a good boy for me.” Sophie rolls his nipples between her fingers, pinching hard. Luke groans, arching up. She leans over to the side, pulling out a set of nipple clamps from the cup. As Sophie secures them to Luke’s nipples he groans and hisses. “Is there a problem?” She teases, tightening the clamps. 

“It’s cold,” he pants, nipples already hard and small goosebumps litter his chest. 

“Yeah, does it sting?” Luke nods. Sophie pulls a glass dildo from a cup of ice, covering it in lube. She slowly slides it in him, popping Luke’s thigh when he begins to squirm. His head tips back and moans, the sound broken. “Is that cold enough for you?” Sophie teases, laughing when Luke moans again. She picks up an ice cube from the cup, dragging it down the middle of Luke’s chest. He whimpers at the feeling. As the ice melts from the heat Sophie grabs another ice cube. When she moves Luke bends his legs. Sophie grabs the base of the glass dildo, fucking Luke with it while her other hand drags an ice cube across his inner thigh. Sweet moans leave Luke’s mouth as Sophie drives the toy into his prostate, rubbing it over and over until his cock is dripping. 

She stops when Luke’s hips jerk up. Sophie plucks some more ice cubes from the cup and slowly places them in a line down his body. “If these fall off your body I’m punishing you,” she whispers in his ear before pushing an ice cube between his lips. 

Luke tries to remain still, taking shallower breaths to keep the ice cubes from falling. Sophie takes ahold of the dildo, grinning when she hears Luke’s breathing hitch. He sucks on the ice in his mouth, humming around it. When it melts Sophie slides another between his lips. As she fucks him with the cold dildo Luke’s moans are hidden by the ice in his mouth. His head tips back in pleasure, eyes screwing shut behind the blindfold. Sophie twists the fake cock and Luke’s body jerks in pleasure.

He feels the mostly melted ice cubes slide off him. Luke freezes as Sophie tuts, her nails dragging down his thighs. “Baby you were doing so good.” She sighs disappointedly and gets up off the bed. Luke whines, struggling in the leather cuffs. 

“I can be good. I can be good for you Miss.” Luke jerks as Sophie grabs his face and pulls him closer. 

“If you were good you wouldn’t have let those ice cubes fall.” She lets go of his face and picks up a flogger, hitting the leather flogger lightly against her hand. “Color.” 

“Green, green, you can punish me Miss.” 

“Oh well I’m happy I have your permission.” She taunts, shoving an ice cube in his mouth when Luke tries to backtrack. “Tip your head back.” His chest rises and falls heavily in anticipation while Sophie removes the cold nipple clamps. Luke groans as the blood rushes back to his skin. His momentary distraction is when Sophie strikes. The leather lashes across his chest, pain and heat blooming where Sophie hit.

He groans as Sophie slaps his chest in quick succession, feeling the cold slip away into a lingering heat. The leather cracks against his skin and Luke cries out in pleasure pain. It aches.. “Miss,” he begs, desperate for Sophie to touch him again. 

“Hush. I’m not done with you yet. You couldn’t even listen to the simplest of directions.” Sophie picks up a riding crop, slapping it across Luke’s thighs. He cries out, trying to squirm away. She hits his cock with the crop, watching Luke with dark eyes. The sensation makes him jump in the restraints, twisting around. 

“Miss please, please.” 

“Please what, keep hitting your cock?” She slaps it again and Luke moans while shaking his head. Sophie laughs and hits Luke’s inner thigh with the crop. “I think you’ve forgotten that you misbehaved. Again. Such a shame,” she taunts while slapping down on his skin. 

“I’m sorry Miss, please let me be good!” Luke’s skin has turned red, his cheeks matching in hue. 

“If you want to be good so badly you should be thanking me.” She watches Luke struggle more in the restraints. The crop comes down above his navel, trailing down his skin until its resting above his cock. Luke holds his breath as Sophie swings the crop back, firmly striking his cock. 

“Oh, thank you Miss!” Luke cries out, body shaking. 

“Thank you for what?” Sophie holds the crop away from his skin. 

“For disciplining me, for teaching me.” 

She drops the crop, picking up the cup of ice and settling back between Luke’s legs. When her hand rests against his thigh the tension in Luke’s body drifts away. “Good boy, still want me to cool you down?” Luke nods, gnawing on his lower lip. Sophie places an ice cube in his mouth, smiling when he sucks on it. She gathers two in her hands, dragging the melting ice down his chest. Luke jumps, pain spiking across his skin as the cold presses against the fresh marks on his body. When he stills again Sophie eases the dildo out of him, her hand stroking his cock to distract him. 

“Thank you Miss,” Luke’s voice shakes. Sophie rubs his knee, waiting for Luke’s body to stop trembling. 

“Can I have your color baby boy?” 

“Yes I’m… I,” he takes another shuddering breath, “can I see you Miss?” Sophie slides off the blindfold, smiling down at Luke when he blinks up at her. 

“I still need your color.”

“I-green? Yellow?” Luke squirms, “I’m still hot.” 

“Okay, I’ll slow down. No more punishments alright?” Luke nods, shivering when Sophie places more ice cubes along his skin. “Same as last time, don’t let them fall off.” She places an ice cube in her mouth before going down on Luke’s cock. Sophie holds his hips still as she lets the ice run over his cock. Luke whimpers and tenses under her hands. Her mouth is cold around him, her eyes looking up at Luke through her lashes. Needy moans fall from his mouth as Sophie bobs her head. Her tongue curls around him and Luke jerks out a moan, struggling against his cuffs. His eyes widen as the ice cubes slide down his chest and onto the bed sheets. Sophie has every intent to keep going but Luke begins to apologize, shaking his arms in the cuffs. “Baby, baby what’s wrong?” She presses a hand to his side, rubbing her thumb across his cooling skin. 

“The ice cubes fell off.” 

Sophie looks at where they fell before looking back at Luke. His eyes are glassy and his chest is heaving. Sophie unlocks Luke’s legs from the cuffs before unlocking his hands. Luke just lays there while Sophie slips behind him. “Come here Lu,” she keeps her voice soft but makes sure there’s authority in her tone. 

Slowly, Luke shuffles into a sitting position, gasping when Sophie locks her hands around his stomach and pulls him so he’s flush against her chest. He tips his head towards her, lips brushing against the skin of Sophie’s neck. Sophie drags her hand across Luke’s cool skin until she’s back at his cock. When she begins to stroke him Luke inhales sharply, arching against Sophie. She slowly twists her hand, smiling when Luke begins to suck on her neck. “There’s a good boy, go on you can buck your hips. I know you want to. Yeah, just like that baby, you like my hand around your cock?” Luke hums in response, his hips working up to meet her hand. He closes his eyes, sinking into Sophie’s embrace. She kisses the top of his head, watching his body react to every touch she offers. 

Sophie brings him right to the edge, Luke’s thighs clenching. “Go ahead and cum baby, you earned it.” Luke groans as he cums on Sophie’s fist, the sound quickly turning into whimpers when Sophie continues to stroke him. She gets out every drop she can, kissing Luke’s cheek once she’s finished. “My good boy, let me get you cleaned up.” Luke watches Sophie move across the room, getting a wet towel. She wipes his skin clean as gently as she can. Luke can’t help but whine when she grabs her soothing cream. “I know it stings at first baby. But you’ll feel so much better once it’s all settled.” Sophie rubs the cream into his ass, her fingers kneading the skin. When she looks over Luke’s staring off into space. Sophie places more cream on her hands, rubbing it across Luke’s chest and stomach. She pays extra attention to the darker marks, massaging Luke’s tan skin.

Luke’s still docile once Sophie’s finished cleaning up. She gets Luke in loose boxers and his soft baby blue collar, smiling back at him when he beams. He turns into her hold, shivering as he comes down from the endorphin rush. His fingers wrap into her clothes, bringing himself even closer. “Miss?” Luke pipes up after a while of laying in silence. “Can I get you off please?” 

Sophie laughs sweetly, kissing Luke’s head in appreciation. “Thank you for the offer Lu. But it’s my off week.” Luke pouts and tips his head onto her chest. “How about you make it up to me next week?” 

“Okay,” Luke suddenly looks into her eyes, seemingly more lucid. “Aren’t you cramping?” 

“Yeah but it’s too hot for a heating pad. Getting to focus on you for a while was a great distraction.” That seems to satisfy him for a minute. 

“Can we get ice cream? From that homemade place on the boardwalk?” 

“Right now?” 

“No, don’t want you to leave.” Luke clings tighter, like he’s ensuring Sophie won’t move an inch. 

“How about I ask Sierra to get us some when she’s on her way back from her date? And I’ll turn on a movie for us to watch while we wait?” 

Luke taps his fingers in thought against her rib cage for a few seconds. “Okay. I want to watch Moulin Rouge.” Sophie laughs and kisses his forehead. 

“We’ll watch whatever you want sweetheart. But I gotta get up to get the remote.” Luke huffs and lets her up, flopping around on the bed impatiently. “I’m right here baby boy, no need to get fussy.” 

“You were gone too long.” He knows just how needy he sounds but doesn’t care. “Just wanna be close to you.” Luke settles again in his spot on Sophie’s chest. As her fingers run through his curls Luke lets out a content sigh; finally safe from the summer heat.

Luke stripped himself down after his selections. Moving everything to the side on his bed so that you could join him. He was visibly vibrating in place. Whimpering at the smallest touches you placed on his spine. You moved his hair out of the way when you secured his collar. Winding the leash around your palm before pulling Luke’s neck upwards. You could see the tip of his cock leaking from the underside. Luke’s back tensing with every movement you made.

He had gotten so good at being obedient.

Serving you with an anticipation of what was to come. It settled a warmth inside of you that read as explicit lust. You held Luke’s leash in one hand and the paddle in the other. Rubbing his backside with the leather in anticipation of the welts that would develop. You raised the surface from his skin only to bring it down again.

Luke exclaimed in pain.

His body said the opposite—pushing back to place his ass in the line of fire. His back arched into every lash. Leaving angry red marks all over his cheeks.

“Harder, please.”

Luke’s voice was small when he let the word out. He would have said the intensity was too much a month before. But you had seen a change in his tastes for being under you. A sudden shift as he gave in to his fantasies. You set Luke’s leash down to play with his hair as you spanked him. Listening to the smack of the paddle against his skin. He was moving with you then, arching himself right back to you as he moaned your title.

His ass was bright red when you stopped.

You turned him over, eyeing your strap as he nuzzled up to your chest. Having Luke in your lap was one of the most calming feelings you could grasp. Having him there as you let your hand travel down his torso satisfied you in ways you couldn’t explain. Your sex had become a mix of pleasure and pain, mostly guiding Luke to be the best submissive-in-training.

You gave him rewards often.

Such as stroking his hard cock as he moaned. You ran your thumb over his tip. Stimulating him with his own fluid as you watched him bite his lip in response. Luke grew to like handjobs from you as you introduced him to the warmth of your palm. He woke you up occasionally with whispering in your ear about being rock hard for his top. Pulling his boxers down and guiding your hand to his arousal whenever he could.

It would happen during the day too.

Luke showing you how hard he got for you in a text message or when you were doing something completely innocent. Your dominance serving as the elephant in the room on many occasions. This time Luke wasn’t expecting it—making it that much more pleasant when you wrapped your fingers around his balls. Massaging them as his shaft twitched above your hand.

Luke sat up to aid you jerking him off. He aimed his mouth over his cock to spit on his tip. Encouraging you to speed up because you knew better than anyone that Luke liked wet skin and stimulation. Touching him dry was just another way to provoke him to be naughty, especially when he was close.

“Please. I don’t want to cum babe.”

Luke begged for you to stop. He always sent mixed signals—usually because he loved any stimulation he could get. You denied him for days only to let him cum on your hand, merely putting a cap on the insatiable desire he had to be inside of you. Luke gripped your arm as he bucked his hips into your touch. His ass still sore and his tip leaking from constant stimulation.

“Fuck.”

Luke cried out when you sped up the pace. He didn’t try to stop you. His hands were on his torso, mostly clutching his tummy as he tried to get as close as he could to you. He was desperately trying to do as much as he could to hold back. Pressing his legs together and quietly asking you to finish. You could always tell when Luke was riding the edge of his orgasm. He adopted a breathlessness that only you could detect. His body at your mercy—wrapped up in the pleasure of being under your control.

He came when he stuttered.

Trying to hold back until he couldn’t—his cum spurting over your hand and himself. Luke’s toes uncurled slowly as he relaxed in your lap. Looking up at you and smiling as your hand found his curls again. It was the beginning of a long evening of teasing Luke.

And you were prepared to do so much more.

“Michael, go to the bedroom.”

He'd ignore his partner, pretending like he didn't hear them as he continued his game. They would grow tired of his act quite quickly, walking over to his hair. They would put their hands on his shoulder's while he continued.

Michael would gain an awareness of their presence. Their hands on his shoulders as he paused what he was doing, looking up at them as he stood up.

“I can do it now.”

He'd walk away slowly, looking for them to follow him as he slowly stripped as he went up their stairs.

His cock would be hard when he sat on the bed--seemingly afraid of the toys his partner had laid out. Michael loved being punished. It would just hurt extra bad when he was extra horny. 

He'd lie face forward on the bed, lightly humping the mattress as he waited for his partner to make their next move. 

It would turn him on to wait.

To have to guess what they would do.

“Please.”

Michael would be rubbing his hips into the comforter, moaning at any stimulation he could get. He'd be leaking--anticipation getting the best of his hard cock as he moaned for his partner. Saying their name out of pleasure and frustration.

He'd wince when they spanked him with a flogger, grinding into the sheets as he endured a set of lashes.

It would turn Michael on so much that he could get hard just from external stimulation. 

They would put a hand on his lower back. 

Easing him as they ran their palm over his backside.