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"If you want to get pet, you need to show me how well you've been trained. Only good boys get rewards," Damian spoke with a tone of arrogance. Jon nodded, feeling an electric thrill course through his body. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the other man on all fours, like an animal waiting for a command from his master. He looked up at his lover with excitement in his eyes, biting at his bottom lip to hold in a moan. "Now," Damian said in a low voice, "I want you to crawl to me, do you understand?"
Jon nodded, feeling his body tremble in anticipation as he began to move. He watched Damian's face as he moved closer, admiring the way his gaze followed Jon's movements. He paused for a moment as their eyes met, there was something intensely intimate about this position that made Jon feel exposed in a way that both excited and scared him. He continued to crawl slowly, inch by inch, until he was almost face to face with the other man's knees. When he finally reached his destination, Damian's hands came to cup Jon's face. His fingertips were cool against Jon's heated skin.
Finally breaking the silence between them, Damian spoke again. "Good boy," he said softly before leaning down and kissing Jon lightly on the forehead. The gesture sent a shiver of pleasure down Jon's spine and filled him with warmth.
He watched as Damian stood up from the sofa and disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a bowl filled with water. "Drink," Damian commanded, Jon wasted no time complying with Damian's demands, lapping up the water from the bowl eagerly. Jon noticed a small object out of the corner of his eye hidden beneath Damian's closed fist, something small and shiny. He raised his head from the bowl, "what's that?"
"Dogs don't speak human-speak Jonathan." Damian rolled his eyes and sighed, "but since you asked." He opened his hand to reveal a small silver device shaped like an egg. His thumb pressed down on it suddenly, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot up Jon's spine. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth before Damian repeated sternly, “now finish your water.”
"Ah," he panted as he attempted to complete the task now made more difficult by the vibrating dog tail teasing his sweet spot. "Damian," he mewled looking up from his bowl, the pleasure growing too intense to manage.
Damian's eyes glinted with amusement as he looked down at his lover, pulling at the leather leash wound tightly around his clenched fist, "someone is intent on being a bad dog today."
He slowly increased the intensity of the vibrator, showing no mercy to his lover as he writhed and shuddered from the overstimulation. A whimper escaped from Jon's lips, and Damian's eyes flashed with satisfaction at the sound.
"Dami," he whimpered, attempting to crawl into the other man's lap.
"Down boy," Damian snapped, causing Jon to shrink back onto the floor with a slight whine.
Jon's breathing grew shallow and uneven as he bit his lip to keep from crying out further. All of his senses were overwhelmed with pleasure, his eyes pleaded to Damian for mercy, his desires left unfulfilled. He wanted nothing more than to rip the buttons from Damian's shirt and ride him until he was satiated but he was well aware that if he disobeyed he would be left unsatisfied. "Dami," he tried once more, nuzzling his cheek against the other's thigh, "woof."
A devilish smirk spread across Damian's lips and he yanked on the leash hard pulling Jon along with it and into his lap, "good boy." Jon gasped as he settled into his new seat, straddling his lover's thighs, their faces mere inches apart. Damian's smirk widened as he brushed their lips together in a brief almost kiss and then paused as though he were waiting for something. Jon moved on instinct, darting his tongue out to lick a stripe across Damian's lips, bottom to top. Jon could feel his lover twitch underneath him, his eyes filled with lust, "I guess I should give you a treat?" he whispered in his ear.
Damian tugged him closer by the collar still fixed around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, Jon's tongue eagerly began exploring the inside of Damian's mouth, drawing out a pleased moan from his lover. Damian ran his hands up and down Jon's form as he deepened the kiss sending waves of pleasure through Jon's already oversensitive body. His teeth grazed Jon's lower lip as he pulled away, trailing down to tease at the sensitive flesh along the curve of Jon's neck and collarbone, trying his damnedest to leave marks on invulnerable skin.
Jon stilled in shock and pleasure as Damian yanked the tail from his body causing an involuntary moan of pleasure and pain to escape Jon's lips. Jon barely had time to think as Damian quickly replaced the toy, coaxing them into a rhythm, thrusting roughly in and out of Jon's pliant body. Damian's fingers dug into his hips, using them as leverage to drive into him harder and deeper. Jon gasped for air, unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensation that was washing over him. He clung onto Damian's shoulders for dear life, desperate for purchase as his orgasm rapidly began building deep within him.
Damian seemed keenly aware of Jon's state, his smirk widening as he felt Jon trembling slightly against him. He suddenly stopped, eliciting a choked whine from the other. He leaned in close, lips grazing Jon's ear as he spoke, "beg."
Jon whimpered in response to Damian's demand, his eyes pleading for mercy as his cheeks grew stained with an intense blush. He opened and closed his mouth several times, battling with the words that were caught in his throat. Finally he managed a strangled plea, "please... don't stop. I need you."
Damian grinned at Jon's request, his eyes glimmering with amusement as he drove himself deeper into Jon's body. With each thrust Jon felt himself inch closer and closer to the edge of climax until an overwhelming sensation washed over him, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body. He cried out Damian's name, clinging onto him tightly as they rode out their orgasms together.
Damian panted heavily, his chest rising and falling as he gazed at Jon with a look of intense satisfaction. He raised his hand to ruffle Jon's curls gently before purring in his ear, "good boy."