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Ice was starting to get cocky. Ever since his first encounter with Mav behind closed doors, he'd been trying his hardest to push him to his limit. He knew at one point, he'd get more than his way in things. Maybe he'd be able to get some control in the bedroom if he did even better than he anticipated. He’d been getting exactly what he wanted, to gain the upper hand, and the upper position, and Maverick wanted nothing more than to wipe those smug looks off Ice's all too perfect face.
Maverick was in the locker room after a very successful flight, fixing his hair and catching his breath, when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. He looked over to see Ice storming up behind him, his expression cold and unforgiving. "Listen to me, Maverick." He started to speak as Mav cleared his throat.
"I won't, but talk to me anyway." He said back to him. Ice's face was flushing up as he stared down at him. He wanted nothing more than to wring his little neck for the way he was talking to him. The way he was addressing his superior of all people. No matter how many times the two had had their encounters, nothing was going to make them at an equal level. Or at least that's what Ice liked to think. Maverick had different plans for him.
"You're making me look like an idiot out there!"
"Oh, you don't need me to make you look like an idiot." He laughed in response. Ice balled his hands into fists before grabbing Mav by the throat and slamming him back into the locker.
"You're going to listen to me right now! I'm sick of being treated like this!" He snarled into his face. Maverick grinned at the force, his head throbbing a bit from the pain.
"Sure you do. You don't seem to mind it when you're in bed with me." He hummed as he mocked him, rubbing his hand against Ice's cheek. Ice shoved his hand away and let go.
"I'm not some goddamn slut you can use whenever it's convenient for you! You should be playing by my rules!"
"You don't seem to have any, though. All you care about is being touched in the right spots, and it's a lot easier to get to them when I'm on top." Maverick laughed and pushed past Ice as he spoke to him. "And I can prove that in the bedroom tonight if you're not going to pussy out of it, alright?" He asked. Both of them knew that wasn't a request though. It was an order. And if Iceman was anything, he was a whore for orders. So he nodded as Maverick smiled at him, patting his back hard as he left the locker room.
The rest of the day as he prepared to get home, he was thinking of something, anything he could do to gain his respect back from Ice. Ice had mentioned before that Mav went too easy on him, that he can handle so much more. So he planned to take that to heart. Maverick had talked to some friends, mostly Slider, to see what sorts of things Ice wanted. What he found out was, humbling, at the very least. It proved how little he really did know about Ice, or what Ice wanted. Behind his perfect, pretty expression, was something dirty, something that needed to be used against him. Luckily he had the prefect opportunity to do that. He ended up even blowing some money on the occasion, just praying that it wouldn’t end up going to waste. But he had confidence in himself, and confidence in Ice to handle something so intense.
He hid back at his place, smoking like his life depended on it. He knew Ice hated the smell, and it'd just piss him off even more. And if that didn't work he knew Ice would just give in to have a nice long drag. He sat on his couch, legs spread and anything he'd need within arm's length. He decided he was going to teach him a thing or two about humiliating him while they were at work. He had extended his invitation more formally later that night, saying to meet him at 8:00 sharp to have dinner with him. Ice kept to the invitation like it was a lifeline. He knocked on the door just as the clock struck 8, exactly as Maverick intended.
Mav opened the door to see Ice dressed up, partially at least, wearing a nicer pair of pants and a formal button down. He wasn't anticipating the nice attire, especially considering he himself was in his boxers and a tank top. Ice blushed at how overdressed he was before stepping into the apartment. He coughed as he tried to blow the smoke from the air. "What, don't like the air quality?"
"Smoking's a dirty habit." Ice scowled as he looked down to his host's smug face.
"Oh, I have a lot more where that came from." He smiled. There was a sense of mockery in his smile as he slumped back against the couch, legs spread wide as he took another drag. His stance seemed to welcome Ice forward, but his position in the center of the couch begged to differ. Ice didn't move, waiting for an order or a motion or something to fully beckon him. Maverick let him wait a second, trying to see how long he'd wait for him to make a move. Then, of course, he didn't move an inch. Instead he kept waiting. Mav's boredom ended up getting the better of both of them and he decided he needed to give Ice at least something to sink his teeth into. So he snapped his fingers.
Ice's head turned at attention as he approached him out of that eternity. He sat beside him, but Maverick clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Oh, you didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?" He hummed softly before shoving Ice off the couch, watching him collapse onto the ground. He pulled himself up onto his knees and glared into Maverick's deep and beckoning eyes. He watched Mav take his drag again, long and hard just to piss him off more. Then he lowered his hand so his arm rested against his leg, his cigarette held just above the extent of his cock. It was at this moment that Ice discovered the joys of smoking.
He moved his stance from his awkward one to a more formal kneel right between Maverick's legs. His eyes fixated at the softly burning cigarette as he adjusted his posture so he could be mouth level to it. Mav watched the shift in stance with amusement, noting how something as simple as a position could really get him going. "You want this?" He offered as he moved the cigarette closer to Ice's lips. He took it in patiently, taking a slower and softer drag than most of Maverick's combined. He blew the smoke back up into his host's face, who smiled as he removed it from his lips. "Good boy..." Mav complimented as he put the cigarette to his own lips.
There was a calmness to the smoking between the two of them, especially given their positions between one another. Maverick went back and forth between smoking and placing the cigarette right by his cock. As Ice leaned over to smoke, sometimes Maverick could feel his lips brushing against his tip. He flinched and tried not to let it show that he was this obsessed with him. He did like the compromising angle, for once he was able to tower over him, even if it was just when the two were neediest for one another. The cigarette slowly dwindled down to nothing, and Mav decided to kick the night into a higher gear. He took the butt of the cigarette and brushed it into the back of Ice's neck to put it out. Ice winced and straightened up, inhaling sharply as Mav dug it in tighter.
"Aw, everything ok?" Mav mocked as he tossed the cigarette to the side. It had left a subtle, ashy mark behind, one that Ice tried to brush off.
"You dick!"
"We haven't gotten to that yet." He grabbed Ice's hair and tilted his head up slightly. "Unless you really want it." He said before shoving Ice's face up against his boxers. He grinded up against him, slowly going up and down against Ice's all too perfect face. He couldn't even be utterly humiliated without it looking absolutely beautiful. Ice was having trouble keeping his composure as he gripped Maverick's thighs tight, veins popping out from the force as his mouth slowly opened, ready to take his cock in at any second. That's exactly what made Mav pull him away. "Nah, I think it's more fun to make you wait." He said as he watched Ice's eyes roll back as his thoughts were completely consumed.
"Yes sir..." he growled softly at him, in complete desperation as the words fell out of his mouth. He didn't intend to call him anything like that, but it was completely second nature. Maverick was getting excited, if he was able to pull such simple thing out of his lips out of nowhere.
"So you're gonna start respecting me now?" Maverick said as he grabbed his chin. He could see his face flush instantly, and he loved it. Ice was squirming at his touch. He knew Mav had ways of making him submit, ways he absolutely adored, and something about that made him want to act out more. He growled deeper as Mav moved his hand down to grip his next. "Quit with the attitude." He snapped his fingers at him, making Ice flinch as he looked up into his eyes. There was a sex-craze in his eyes as he gazed at him, desperate to be fucked into next month as he whined deep in his throat. The noise made Maverick's cock twitch excitedly. "God... you sound like such a weak little bitch..." he smiled as he rubbed his chin.
Ice couldn't argue as he let the desperation seep onto his skin. He gasped softly as the pressure increased on his body. Maverick wanted more control though, he wanted to prove to Ice that he had him in the palm of his hand. And so he stood up. "Where are you going?" Ice asked authoritatively. Mav glared at him and smiled.
"I just need to get something to really prove you're mine." He laughed as he left the room. Ice was left alone with his thoughts, mostly wondering what Mav planned to do with him. He was obsessed with the idea of that irresponsible little fuck having complete control over him, at least in the bedroom. He squirmed at the ideas in his head of the way Maverick was going to touch and torture him. Even a simple toy would be more than enough to break him at this point. He heard those heavy, quick footsteps approach, and more notably he saw Mav's hands intertwining with one another as they hid something from his view. Mav clicked his tongue, making Ice turn to him instantly. "You ready?" He asked nonchalantly. Ice nodded, and Mav approached so his cock was eye level to Ice. He leaned down and held his hands around Ice's neck, attaching something into place.
It took him a minute to realize exactly what it was, but when he did Ice turned bright red. It was a black and red collar, one that Maverick was already very fond of. He grabbed it by the ring and shook Ice by it, pulling him forward as he laughed at him. "Oh, what a pretty little whore. Oh you look so good, don't you?" He assured.
"Yes sir... I'm your pretty whore." Ice whined back as Mav tugged him again. Maverick was an equal mix of amused and deeply turned on by how innocent Ice look as he begged back to him. Maverick reached into his pocket. He pulled out a matching leash and attached it to Ice's throat, who was starting to get obsessive again. He watched the way Maverick held him tightly, winding the fabric around his strengthened hand. He flexed his fist around the loose fabric as he leaned in close to Ice's face.
"This is exactly the kind of control I needed." Mav smirked as he tugged Ice up from his knees to his feet. Ice choked and his vision went blurry for a split second. There was this fleeting feeling of being completely mindless as he stood upright, Maverick's hand coming up to hold his face softly. "You're behaving so well, boy." He praised. Ice could feel his knees get weak as he nodded in response. Mav clicked his tongue and pulled Ice forward as he walked towards his bedroom. At this point Ice was struggling to hide his bulge, which made him slower as he walked. Of course, Mav took note of this and tugged harder. "Are you gonna move or not?"
"Y-yes sir. I'm sorry sir." He apologized with his whole chest as he walked closer behind Maverick. Mav stood beside the bed and looked up at Ice, a glint in his eye that suggested he'd try to shake things up a bit.
"Down, boy." He snapped his fingers. Ice dropped to his knees in a second. "Alright. Now get these off of me." He grumbled as he pointed to his boxers. Iceman looked completely honored to have the responsibility of something like that. And it wasn't a begrudging request either. He really wanted him to be the one to undress him. Ice immediately took to lowering his boxers, staring intensely at the package underneath. Maverick couldn't help but laugh as he ruffled his partner's hair. Ice wanted so badly to start sucking him off, he'd do anything right then and there to get the ok to do so. But of course he was too anxious to ask.
Maverick caught a glimpse of that nervousness as he sat on the edge of the bed, removing his tank top. “What’s going on?” He asked as he looked down on Ice.
“I… I don’t know, sir.” Ice tripped over his words as he stared back to him, as if there was a struggle to speak between them. He held his legs open and leaned over the edge.
“It’s ok, we can start slow.” He pulled the leash again so Ice was pressed up into his cock. He had this sense of vigilance, that he wouldn’t give in until Maverick gave him the explicit instructions. Mav admired that, the level at which Ice was restraining himself when what he wanted was literally right in his face. But still he didn’t move. “That’s it, I can see you like this, don’t you?” He assured. Ice smiled as he felt the tug again, pulling him closer to Mav’s thigh. “I know you have a good mouth. Why don’t you show me it again?” Ice looked confused by the statement. Maverick knew exactly the way to get him to do what he wanted and snapped his teeth.
At that, something exciting clicked in Ice’s brain. He was given permission to use his strength, be violent, be completely unstoppable, only controlled by Maverick’s quick words. He opened his mouth and bit down on Mav’s thigh, the pain rocketing through his body and making him shout, muffled by his gritted teeth. Ice let go as he watched Maverick arch back. The mark on his leg was deep, he could see where it blended in to the sore series of bites he’d left on Maverick before. This time felt different though. He felt like he was meant to do this, he was meant to prove his strength to Maverick this time. So he bit him again. Maverick had gotten more used to his behavior, and the pain as well, but it didn’t stop him from dealing with the pain by slamming his hands down, occasionally pulling Ice’s lead with him.
Ice continued, biting with all the force he could just to pull something from Mav. It took a few tries, and the slightest hint of broken skin before Maverick yelled with his whole chest. The wound that did it had a faint hint of blood dripping down. Ice, trying to at least be a bit civil, licked around the base of the bite to clean any of the blood out. Once he steadied himself to see Maverick’s face, he caught a glimpse of the tears rolling down his face. He breathed heavier as he tried to lean forward, grabbing his submissive’s face hard. “Son of a bitch… you think you can just keep overpowering me?” He said breathlessly. Without thinking, Ice snapped and bit down on Maverick’s hand, making him wrap his legs around him to hold him tight.
He pulled back and shook his hand off as he stood up, shaking as he felt the pain reverberating through his legs. He took the time to throw his boxers back on, the area around his cock too sore to use too much without exhausting him. Ice watched him hypnotically as he circled him, waiting for what sort of punishment he’d receive. He felt so conflicted. On one hand he did what he was asked, on the other he was getting excited about the punishment. For once he was allowed to screw up, and he could get something out of it, something amazing. He stood up and followed Mav to the other side of the room, right before Maverick kicked him in the balls. He slumped over, back to his knees as he held his cock. He fell over onto his side and he felt a lighter tug as his vision came to again. He tried to look up, but Maverick put his foot down on the side of his head pressing his weight down to keep his face against the floor.
“The fuck are you doing?!” Ice snarled to him as Maverick continued whatever it is he was in fact doing. Maverick put more weight on him, just taking in his beautiful expression as he failed to hold back his emotions. He hummed as he tied the leash up against the stiff leg of his desk in the corner. It’d give him just enough distance to do what he wanted to him. He let go and stepped back off of him, Ice regaining his breath as his face flushed. He looked up at him with fear and excitement in his eyes. It was like magic, but Maverick knew exactly what he wanted. This bump of intensity, this need for speed if you will, was getting Ice harder and harder.
“Sit.” Maverick snapped his fingers and Ice sat upright. To meet his expression, Maverick returned to one knee and got as close as possible until he was straddling his lap. Ice hadn’t noticed he’d been tied up yet, and for Mav’s purposes, he tried to keep it that way. “Now hold still.” He slowly began to unbutton Ice’s shirt for him, his face moving closer with each movement of his fingers. He needed to pull more of a distraction from him, and so he kissed him.
Ice momentarily was taken from his haze. He was being kissed. Fully, and genuinely this time. Maverick moved from unbuttoning his shirt to just holding his face as his tongue danced inside his mouth. They finally got to have a moment of realness and reality between the both of them. It was almost as if it were a sign, something to signal that both of them were doing a good job and exactly what the other wanted. Maverick pulled back and continued with the buttons, pulling the shirt off of Ice with ease as Ice collected himself. He then took to slowly undoing his belt, slipping it out and tossing it on his bed. He unbuttoned his pants quicker than the shirt, slipping them off and leaving him in his boxers. “May I?” He asked, now looking for a hint of courtesy. Ice nodded and Maverick slipped them off, leaving the two naked with nothing but the air between them.
Mav stood again, admiring his handiwork. There was something about the pure love in Ice’s eyes, coupled with the pathetic, animalistic, nude display he laid out for him that made the scene completely perfect. There was simultaneously no shame and intense humiliation all happening over each other. And so, Maverick took a step back. Then another. Ice could feel the distance growing as Maverick left him. There was no cue for Ice to stay, in fact he couldn’t bear to see him go. And so he tried to get up to follow him, only to be stopped barely a few steps in by a tightness in his throat. Maverick couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. This was more than fair punishment for the way Ice had been showing him up. Ice was beginning to get frustrated, and after all that bonding the two had the anger was getting more and more visible in his face.
“I’m going to kill you, Mitchell.” He growled to him as he tried to pull against the leg of the desk again. Maverick shivered as he used his last name against him, he only deemed to get that way at his most furious, which meant he was doing something right. So, he decided to do what anyone would do. He stepped forward to be right out of reach of Ice, and stood there completely patiently.
“Then try.” He smiled as he leaned back against the bed. He watched Ice use all his strength to pull forward, but the looming desk built into the wall wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he. He snapped his teeth as Maverick moved his face in closer, to the point where Ice had a good shot of taking a chunk out of his skin if he got close enough. He could feel his hot, desperate breath against his face as he looked at him, simply smiling. Eventually, watching him struggle proved to be a bit of a bore and he sat up on the bed. “You know, you’ve really seemed to have a bit of a superiority complex lately, haven’t you? Constantly trying to one-up me at work, trying to top me in the bedroom, now going so far as to draw blood? I think you’re in need of a wake up call.” He spoke with that lightness in his voice that was typical of him, but it looked like it wouldn’t last long.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you don’t have any power over me.” He said, his voice deeper and raspier in his throat. Maverick turned to him, his face now void and serious.
“You want to fucking test that?” He said flatly. A shiver went down Ice’s spine, but he wasn’t going to let one sentence get to him.
“Do your worst.” Ice challenged. Maverick stood wordlessly and walked to his closet. He grabbed some things, his trusty pair of handcuffs and a small, innocuous ring. He turned back to Ice to see he’d returned to his spot on his knees, not wanting to waste his energy at a point where he couldn’t attack. He knew his weaknesses laid there, in a point where he wasn’t going to be able to fight back. Maverick, on the other hand, had a new way to tire him out. He slowly approached Ice, knowing damn well he was going to try his best to take him down from here. Mav was one step ahead. He dropped to his knees to straddle him again, seeing Ice lunging for his shoulder a mile away. He held his wrist up, with Ice’s mouth gripping it tighter and tighter by the second. It hurt like hell, but Mav had more important things to worry about.
“You keep biting me and I’ll gag you too, so help me god. You don’t wanna be rendered completely useless, do you?” He asked. Ice lightened up at that word. If there was anything he didn’t want, it was to be useless. So he kept silent as he felt cool metal reach his wrists. Maverick had gotten the hang of using the cuffs, even one handed. He carefully took his wrist out of Ice’s mouth, luckily without any lasting wound remaining. He knelt in front of him in silence, making sure another attack wouldn’t happen. He knew Ice’s hands being tied would hamper his mobility at least a bit more, and so he moved to hold his cock. He took the ring and slid it on, Ice’s body arching at even just the small tingle he got from it.
“…mmm… feels… ni-“ he was cut off as Maverick switched the ring on, a low hum of vibration echoing in the room. Ice completely melted as he felt the energy surging through his veins, stiffening up around the width of the ring. He moaned out softly as he felt the toy pressing into his body. All that would be enough to complete it would be Maverick’s touch, but as he opened his eyes, his partner was already up and on his way out. “M-M-Maverick?!” He stuttered. “Where do you think you’re going?!”
“Oh, what, did you think the punishment was over?” He asked incredulously. Ice’s face became as hot as his body as he tried to move closer to him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He yelled desperately, breathing louder and harder for Maverick. But Mav just smiled back.
“I warned you not to fuck with me. Now you’re gonna pay for it. And you better not cum before I get back or I’ll leave you all night like this.” He smiled and shut the door, leaving Ice alone with his thoughts and the low rumble on his body. He knew yelling wouldn’t achieve anything, especially not with Maverick, but god dammit Ice was hitting his limit of fury. If anything that helped him to get off more. It’s like he knew his weaknesses perfectly, pinning his body down like a sad specimen to leave him without the one thing he desperately needed: control.
But then it occurred to him. Within the pain in his body, and the blood rushing through his cock at breakneck speeds, he realized that Maverick did have that control. Even if he wasn’t there, this was still his doing. He could stop it, start it, rewind it to watch it all over again. And that’s exactly what he wanted. Sexual torture at the hands of someone who knows him so well, someone he trusts so much to even leave him alone this way. It made him even more euphoric than even the toy did, although even that was pulling more than enough of its weight. He caught himself moaning softly as he laid on his side, his lips softly trying to form Maverick’s name as they strained against the power in his body.
Maverick couldn’t hear him, and instead had walked to the living room to clean things up out there. He opened the windows to let the smoke out, and actually made sure he had everything to make dinner. He did invite Ice for just that, so he thought it’d be rude for him to completely overwhelm his body without giving him a consolation meal afterwards. To be honest, Maverick was so impressed with Ice’s fortitude. He was handling so much by his hand, and loving every second of it. He had a moment of fear, scared Ice wasn’t liking it as much as he said, but he knew Ice would have said something if it had gotten too out of hand.
About a half an hour of this silent torture went on, and suddenly the door was creaking open. True to his conditions, Maverick was pleased to see Ice hadn’t cum yet. He was laid on his side, still trying to get some friction in his cock besides the vibration. Mav couldn’t help but he even more impressed by him. Knowing he was finally tired out enough, he knelt in front of him and pulled him back to sit up. What Maverick saw was a completely humiliating sight. Ice’s eyes were glazed with pleasure, rolling back from his head as they met Maverick’s steely gaze. Drool had settled down his cheek from the position he was laying in, and tears has flooded the same spot in a pool of overstimulation. “Fuck… Mav… oh thank god you’re back. Please, sir… please let me cum I’m begging you.” He whined desperately. Mav shook his head and watched tears form in his partner’s eyes. He shushed him softly as he kissed the tears away, rubbing his cheek the way he tended to do.
“Not yet, but I know you can take it, can’t you? I just wanna hear you beg a bit longer.” He assured, his voice softer now. Ice nodded as he cried, watching Mav stand up to grab something else from his closet. This time it was something bigger than just a ring, but a vibe. The size didn’t intimidate Ice, not even for a second. It was Maverick’s intention that got him. He knew he couldn’t take them both at once without finishing, he didn’t have that kind of willpower. But Maverick didn’t think the same way. He instead smiled and looked down on him affectionately, the rumble filling the silence.
He stepped past the weaker man to untie the leash, wrapping it back around his capable hand. He clicked his tongue and pulled him to the center of the floor, so he had room to see him at all angles. He moved slowly, his legs shaking more than before. He stuttered, but words weren’t coming out. Maverick new if he wanted to finish him off, he was going to need to assure him even more. And so he tilted Ice’s face up, trying to keep him calm just a little bit as the silent cries continued. “You’re doing a very good job. And there’s no shame in stopping here-“
“No. Please, fuck me sir. Fucking breed me and use me I’m begging you sir. I want you to fucking destroy me.” He said, his coarse tone completely genuine. Mav’s face flushed and he nodded.
“Whatever you say.” He smiled and kicked Ice down in the back, his face falling to the ground and his ass up in the air. He tightened his grip on the leash and held his foot down on his back. “I’m glad you’re able to take this punishment like a good little whore. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir!” He yelled excitedly, his whole chest bursting with energy as he felt himself get crushed into the ground. Maverick smiled as he pulled on his throat, wanting to play into this maliciousness even more, desperate to see him more riled up.
“Oh, you just love knowing you belong to me, don’t you. You’re nothing but my pathetic little pet,” he spoke sleazily, his hand wrapping around the lead just a bit tighter. Ice couldn’t cough up a response, so instead whined and nodded as he gasped for air. Mav was beginning to get addicted to him, Ice’s sad responses as he cried into the ground, surrendering himself to him completely. It was so atypical of Ice but so deeply on brand. Maverick couldn’t help but fantasize the amount of control he had over the man below him, how even outside of the bedroom all he needed to do was snap his fingers and Ice would come running to him. Whether he liked it or not, he’d sacrificed a piece of himself to Maverick a long time ago, long before he’d degraded him like this.
Ice, more than anyone else, knew that. As much as he tried to be the perfect one, he had this deep weakness for Maverick and his stupidity. Something about the confidence he had seemed to stir up new emotions he wasn’t ready for yet. He knew he’d do just about anything for Mav, and he’d do the same for him. It was a mutual obsession, one made better by the humiliation that came with it in the bedroom.
As he whined into the ground, Maverick let out the leash just enough so he could get behind Ice. He lubed up his free hand and slowly slid it up against his ass, spreading his cheeks slowly. He traced around his hole, amused at the way Ice squirmed when he touched him. “Sir… Fuck me please!” Ice cried out, his hands struggling against their cuffs. He had nowhere to run and no way to release his pain, and so the begging and whining got louder. Eventually Maverick slapped his ass hard to shut him up.
“I have to prep you, you know that. You don’t want me to leave you hanging this far in, do you?” He asked. Ice gasped and shook his head. Maverick finally began to enter him with his first two fingers. He eased in and out, stretching him wider and wider. Ice was fairly new to all this, but with all Mav had put him through it’d gotten so much easier to loosen him up. He added a third finger, something completely innocuous to the softly moaning and groaning Ice. From inside, Maverick could feel the reverberations of the cock ring, and it was more powerful than he’d thought. He’d have to praise Ice even more for handling something like that.
“Come on, boy… are you ready for me to breed y-“
“Yes sir! Please fucking breed me sir!” He yelled out, sobbing to the point he was screaming. Maverick shushed him softly, tugging the leash to calm him down.
“Alright, alright. Just take deep breaths.” He assured as he turned the vibe on. He lubed it up, feeling the intensity up against the palm of his hand. It was big and strong, something he just knew Ice would adore. He lined it up with his ass, watching his whole body shiver in anticipation. “I’ll fuck you real good, boy…” He assured as he slowly inserted the vibe. He moved at a snail’s pace, but Ice couldn’t care less. He had a big, loud cock inside him, and to him it was Maverick’s cock. He was finally breeding him, giving him exactly what he wanted. He gasped for air as he cried into the ground, stuttering and tripping all over all his words.
He wanted to thank Maverick over and over as it slid deeper inside him, the vibrations rearranging his insides as it settled in its final place. He was in Heaven, just moaning long and deep noises into the ground when the words failed. He felt Mav’s hand run down his back slowly, moving underneath his cuffed hands. “That’s it, you’re doing so good… such a good boy…” he spoke softly as he tried to make sure he was still handling it all. Ice cried out and nodded.
“Please sir… please I’m begging you please let me cum it’s so much sir I’m so full sir…” he begged repeatedly over and over. Mav smiled at the display, unable to see him suffer anymore.
“Alright, that’s it, cum for me, boy.” He whispered into his ear. With that, Ice arched upright, giving Maverick a perfect view of his partner’s cumshot. He was right, he looked like he’d cum more than he ever had before. Maverick, not wanting to completely exhaust Ice, finally took to removing all the toys. The vibe was first to go, sliding out with ease. Then was the ring, flipped off and slid out into Maverick’s hand. Last he removed the cuffs, rubbing the spots the cuffs had been and leaving light kisses on them. “God you did amazing.” He praised softly as he put them aside to be cleaned. He didn’t remove the leash yet, for no reason other than he couldn’t completely let go of his control.
Ice was overwhelmed as he fell forward, his whole body leaning into Maverick’s. He whimpered, words still struggling to form as Mav took to removing the leash, before he had to explain the control complex to Ice. as he threw the leash back, he heard Ice mumble something almost silent into his ear. I’ve had been terrified to even think of uttering the words to him, but in his moment of haziness he had to do something. “God… I love you so much.” Those words made Maverick’s heart stop. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to hear them as he teared up. He hugged Ice lightly and held him close.
“I love you too… i love you so so so much… you completely amaze me… I’m so proud of you…” he praised, tears in his eyes as he cupped Ice’s face in his hands. The two men began to cry even more, foreheads leaning against each other as their hearts beat erratically. Both of them were completely and obviously in love, even if it took this exhausting ride to get there.
The crying continued on, neither of them really sure how to proceed, until Ice finally stood. His legs were shaky from the fucking, but he still had the strength to pull Maverick up as well. He even took it upon himself to pick Maverick up, holding him close to his body. They went to the living room, but didn’t dare stop to actually eat. Instead they both lazed across the couch, laying in each other’s arms. Every so often the two would mutter those words to each other, the simple “I love you.” And how it made both of them smile and melt and curl closer into the other. Even as they began to fall asleep though, bodies pressed into one another, Maverick smiled about one another thing.
He was still a bit cocky to see the collar around Ice’s pretty little neck.