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Blink-182 had just played what Tom thinks is their worst show ever. The crew had barely listened to their directions, and the medics were doing jack shit while people were passing out.
Once they all got backstage, Travis went off to blow off some steam, or just go home. Who knows? But Tom and Mark stayed back, and went to their dressing room.
Tom sat down on the couch and immediately started ranting, without caring if Mark was listening or not.
“How the fuck was that show so bad, Mark? Why? What did we do? Jesus christ, you’d think the crew knows how to do their fucking job.” Tom babbled on and on, tears forming in his eyes.
“I just don’t get it, Mark. We normally put on such a good show! Why does this happen?” Tom was sniffling, and wiping his eyes.
“Tom. Dude. It’s okay, man… One bad show doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. Calm down.” Mark comments, as he changes his clothes into something that isn’t covered in sweat.
“You don’t get it, Mark. This is fucking with me!” Tom says, his voice shaky from crying.
“Tom, come on. It’s fine. I’m sure nobody even noticed.” Mark walks over to him, ruffling his hair in attempt to cheer him up.
“I just… Why can’t things be perfect?” Tom asks, more to himself than Mark.
A beat of silence.
“Puppy want a treat?” Mark asked casually, as if he was asking Tom to pass a plate at dinner.
Tom shot up, if he had dog ears they’d be sticking straight up. He wanted to make a crude joke, or laugh. But he couldn’t deny the effect it had on him. He sighed and let his shoulders slump as Mark sat down next to him.
“I know you’re stressed, Tom. Let’s get you of that headspace, yeah?” Mark said calmly, petting Tom’s hair as if he were a dog.
Tom said nothing, and just nodded. A cue for Mark to go ahead.
Mark stroked Tom’s thigh, and ran his fingers through his hair. “Focus on my touch, puppy. Nothing matters but my voice, and my touch.” Mark softly spoke, dragging Tom into that space only Mark could force him into.
“Puppy, look at me.” Mark commanded, but not forcing.
Tom looked up at Mark, his eyes half-lidded. He looked like a zombie, but he was right where he wanted to be.
“D’you want your collar, puppy?” Mark asked, stroking Tom’s jaw.
Tom didn’t reply, in too deep to even think about speaking.
“Squeeze my hand if that’s a yes.”
Mark felt Tom’s hand squeezing his own, and he smiled wholeheartedly.
“Okay, puppy. I’m not leaving, just gonna go grab your collar. Stay.” Mark commanded.
Tom didn’t dare move.
Mark ruffled through his duffle bag he brought for tour, and smiled to himself once he had found it.
A leather collar, with “TOM” engraved on a bone shaped keychain. Of course, “MARK” was engraved on the other side. Mark stood up, and walked back over to the couch where Tom sat.
“Here you go, puppy. Your collar.” He reached around Tom’s neck, and fastened the collar behind it.
Once Tom heard the click of the collar, it’s as if he was no longer there.
Just floating around in a state of everything he ever needed.
Tom knew Mark was the only person who could get him like this. Words couldn’t explain how grateful he was.
“You with me?” Mark asks.
Tom can barely register anything besides Mark’s voice, even if he isn’t responding to it.
“Y’want my fingers, pup?” Mark asked.
Tom’s head tilted and he opened his mouth, letting his tongue loll out.
“I guess that’s a yes.” Mark quirked.
Mark brought two of his fingers up to Tom’s mouth, and rested them on his tongue. Tom quickly closed his mouth around Mark’s fingers, and began sucking on them. His eyes closed subconsciously, as he focused on nothing but Mark.
Just Mark.
Only Mark.
Tom moans around Mark’s fingers, swirling his tongue all around them. He kept gagging, but he didn’t dare stop. He slid his tongue in-between Mark’s ring and middle finger, slicking up the spot connecting them at the top of his palm. He was drooling freely, but he didn’t care. His was chin getting soaked with his spit, but Tom couldn’t care less. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, but there was no feeling like what he was experiencing right now. If he choked on Mark’s fingers and died right now, at least he’d die a happy man.
To say Tom didn’t have an oral fixation would be lying. He was borderline obsessed with anything Mark put in his mouth. Whether it be his fingers, dick, or his tongue. Mark’s tongue… Tom could suck face with Mark for days and never complain. Kissing Mark was probably his favorite thing to do.
Mark suddenly pulled his fingers away, and Tom fucking whined at the loss. He almost started crying again, but Mark was there to quickly reassure him.
“Just wanna admire you, pup. Haven’t gotten to do that since we got backstage. You look so beautiful in your collar…” Mark was no better than Tom when it came to being obsessed with each-other. Mark hooked his spit soaked fingers underneath Tom’s collar, pulling him close. Their noses were touching, and Tom swore he could cry again.
Tom loved Mark. So much.
Tom leaned in, eagerly chasing Mark’s mouth. He let Mark take over, obeying as Mark takes control of the kiss. He bites Tom’s bottom lip, and licks the mark it leaves. Tom parts his lips, and gives Mark the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. Once they’ve slicked both of their mouths with spit enough, Mark pulls away.
Tom whines again.
“Puppy, do you think you could hold off for a bit, just until we get to the hotel? I promise I’ll make it worth waiting, I just don’t want to waste you being in such a perfect headspace with a quickie on a sweaty couch.” Mark prays that Tom will understand, and not make a fuss out of this.
Tom whines and collapses on Mark, burying his face in his neck.
“Come on, puppy. It’ll only be like thirty minutes max. Don’t you want to feel good?”
Mark pauses for a second.
“Don’t you wanna be a good puppy for me?”
Tom shifts, his face leaving Mark’s neck. His eyes red, heavy-lidded and unfocused.
He nods.
“Good puppy. Now, let’s get you dressed into something less… sweaty.”
Tom whines.
“You just sit there and look pretty, okay? I’ll do all the hard work for you. No thinking for you.”
Mark reaches down, slowly pulling Tom’s sweat soaked shirt off his body. Once it’s fully off, Mark almost moans out loud.
“God, It’s like… I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, but you just keep getting prettier, Tom.” Mark praises, and leans in to stroke Tom’s hair, tangling his fingers in the strands.
“Such a pretty puppy, aren’t you?”
Tom whines, and leans into Mark’s touch.
“Just so desperate, aren’t you?”
Tom whines, but it sounds too close to a moan.
“Okay puppy, don’t wanna get you riled up just yet…” Mark pulls his hand away from Tom’s hair, and kisses his forehead.
“Can you take your pants off for me, puppy?”
Tom obeys, snaking his hand down to undo the button on his pants, he slides them down his legs. Once they’re off, he hands them to Mark.
Mark sits up, and walks over to the suitcase lying on the floor that Tom brought along for tour. He tosses Tom’s pants and shirt into the pile of dirty laundry, and begins looking for clean clothes. He finds a pair of shorts, a hoodie, and a random band t-shirt. He holds them up to show Tom.
“Is this okay, puppy?” Mark asks.
Tom can’t speak. Only nod.
So he does exactly that.
“Perfect. Let’s get you dressed.” Mark says as he walks back over to Tom.
He helps Tom get dressed, and once they’re done, he ruffles his hair.
They’re out the door in a hurry.
“I got you the hoodie so you can hide your collar, without having to take it off.” Mark whispers in Tom’s ear while they walk down the hallway.
Tom’s full body shudders, and his grip on Mark tightens.
They walk towards the exit door, and Mark holds Tom by the waist tightly as they walk to their van.
Once they reach the van, they let some crew members take over to drive them home, while Mark and Tom sit in the back.
Tom was lying down on Mark, letting his head rest on his lap. Mark’s thumb was rubbing slow circles on Tom’s thigh, and his fingers toying with the strands in his hair. He was trying to keep him calm, and not let him drift back into that stressed headspace.
The van stops, and Mark looks out the window. He sees the glistening light of the hotel sign, and looks back over to Tom.
“Time to get up, come on.” He almost whispers, and keeps stroking Tom’s hair.
Tom groans, and sits up, following Mark out of the van. They make their way towards the hotel, and Mark holds the door open for him.
Once they reach the front desk, they stop and greet the woman behind it.
“Room for two please.” Mark asks.
“One or two beds?” The woman asks, clicking away at her keyboard.
Mark looks at Tom, who looks like he’s completely unaware of anything going on around him.
He looks back at the woman. “One bed please.”
She nods, and walks over to grab keys.
She hands Mark the keys, and they walk off to find their room. Once they reach the door that matched the number on their key, they unlock it, and step inside, Mark shutting the door behind them both.
Mark is immediately on Tom, grabbing his waist and walking him backwards towards the bed. “We’re finally alone…”
Tom whines, and leans in to bury his face in Mark’s neck, breathing him in.
“Y’like how I smell, puppy?” Mark teases, running his hand up Tom’s back, under his shirt and hoodie.
Tom practically inhales Mark, sniffing deeply at his neck.
“Alright, puppy… Let’s get you out of these clothes. Wanna see your pretty body…”
Tom finally backs away, letting Mark take off his hoodie and shirt. Once he was bare, Mark slid his hands back around his waist once again.
“God, I can’t get enough of you…” Mark leans in, pressing kisses to Tom’s neck, and sliding down to his collarbone. He had to restrain himself not to leave hickeys, so that other people wouldn’t get suspicious.
Mark slid his hand up Tom’s back, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. “You with me, pup?” Mark asks, even though he doesn’t expect an answer.
Tom looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, and Mark swears he can see a tail tucked between Tom’s legs.
Mark walks Tom backwards, making the backs of his knees hit the bed. Tom collapses backwards, and crawls back. Mark climbs up Tom’s body, seating himself in-between his thighs.
“Pants off, now.” Mark demands, his voice low and raspy.
Tom immediately obeys, because why wouldn’t he? He is simply a toy. A toy for Mark to play with. He lives to serve, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Tom was fully naked now, spread out wide all for Mark.
Mark buries his face in the crook of Tom’s neck, inhaling him like fucking cocaine. He sucks kisses into his neck, not caring about the suspicion the hickeys would cause anymore. He trails further down until he reaches his nipple. Mark sucks in a deep breath, and blows air onto one of Tom’s nipples. Tom immediately lets out a shaky breath, gripping the sheets below him.
Tom knows the rules.
No touching Mark until he says so.
But to Tom, it feels like Mark had asked him to climb Mt. Everest.
Tom had no choice but to lay there and take it, but he wasn’t exactly complaining. He laid there, letting out shaky breaths and whines as Mark kept blowing on his nipple. He moaned desperately, wanting to speak so badly.
But he couldn’t.
Not a sound came out of Tom that wasn’t a moan, whine, or whimper.
“Focus on me. Nothing else in the world exists except me, you, and your pleasure.” Mark chants, like a mantra. He slides his hand down, letting his thumb stroke Tom’s bare thigh, gripping the inner.
“Think about the feeling of my hands on you. Feel how I stroke your thigh. Focus on my voice. Nothing else matters.” Mark speaks, pressing soft kisses all over Tom’s stomach.
Tom slowly felt himself drift back into that beautiful, familiar, cloudy, euphoric headspace. The only thing he could think of was Mark. Mark’s touch, the skin on skin contact, his eyes, his lips, his face, his body.
Just Mark.
He was hopelessly dependent on Mark. Anything he did or thought always had something to do with him.
If Mark died, so did Tom.
You wouldn’t catch them apart for longer than a minute, even then, it’s rare.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“So perfect… such an obedient little puppy.” Mark’s voice snapped him back to reality. Tom was probably drooling. Fucking drooling.
“Just a stupid mutt. Aren’t you?” Mark threaded his fingers through Tom’s hair.
Tom leaned into Mark’s touch, though he was still not touching him. Mark scratched behind Tom’s ear, feeding into his dog-like behavior.
“Maaark…—“ Tom whines, finally speaking. His voice was quiet, as if he was talking to the wind.
“Oh, the puppy speaks!” Mark teases, ruffling Tom’s hair.
Tom practically sobs, desperate for anything other than the teasing he has to endure right now.
“Be patient. You’ll take what I give you. That means no complaints.” Mark commands, and stands up off the bed.
“Stay.” Mark commands, and Tom immediately listens.
The dominance in Mark’s voice makes Tom’s dick twitch, and leak more precum.
He walks over to the bags they discarded on the floor while walking in, and shuffles around until he finds the small special bag that Tom brings with him on tour.
“Such a good puppy, always prepared.”
Mark walks back over to Tom, crawling up between his legs again.
“You’re being such a patient little puppy for me… So good.”
Mark breathes in at Tom’s neck, licking and sucking hickeys. At this point, all worries are out the window. Mark slides his hand down Tom’s front, and once he reaches his cock, he stops, grasping the base.
Tom chokes out a whine, a bit too high pitched for having just started.
“You’re such an eager puppy… just so eager to please, aren’t you?” Mark coos, and slowly starts stroking Tom from the base of his cock to his tip.
To Tom, it feels like sparks flying, he had finally gotten the touch he’d been waiting for all night.
Mark kept stroking him, and kept kissing and biting his neck.
Mark suddenly pulls away, and looks at Tom.
“I want you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that puppy?”
Tom nods, looking deep into Mark’s eyes. He couldn’t stop fucking into Mark’s hand, it was all too much already.
“Tom, listen.”
Tom tries as hard as he can to lock in on Mark’s voice, but still bucking his hips up.
“I wanna try something, yeah?”
He nods.
“You don’t cum until I say you’re allowed to. Got it?”
Tom’s face goes from pleasure to fear in a millisecond. He still wasn’t speaking, so all he could do was shake his head.
“Tom… baby, you have your safe word, okay? Don’t be afraid to use it. I’ll be right here the entire time. I just need you to promise me you’ll listen, and promise me that you will not cum at all until I say you’re allowed to.”
Tom can’t find it in himself to disagree, so he nods.
“Verbal.” Mark commands.
“Yes sir…” Tom weakly replies, bowing his head.
“Good puppy.” Mark praises, and picks up the pace on his strokes.
Tom whines and chokes on his moans.
“You’ll tell me when you’re close, got it?”
Tom nods, still whining.
Mark doesn’t let up on his stroking.
“C—Close… Sir…” Tom whines, gripping the sheets below him hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
Mark hears that familiar sound of Tom’s breath hitching, a telltale sign of his orgasm.
Mark pulls away completely. Hands off Tom’s dick, and lips off his neck.
Tom cries out, desperate bucking his hips up into nothing. “Mark— Oh- God—“ He chokes out in-between breaths. Tom was clenching his jaw so hard he thought he’d break it, his head immediately thrown back against the pillow. He was already tearing up again.
First one denied.
Tom had to catch his breath, whining in-between sharp inhales. “Mark— please…” He cried out, desperately.
After what felt like a lifetime, Mark spoke.
“You want your treat now?”
Tom immediately nods, too eager for his own good. “Please, Mark… Want it…”
“Beg for it, pup.”
Tom whines, and breaks eye contact with Mark.
Mark pounces forward, forcing Tom forward by pulling on his collar.
“Beg. For. It.” Mark demanded.
“Please, Mark— I… I need you so bad. Please. Want it. Want my treat. I-I’ve been good—“ Tom’s fully crying now, begging like his life depends on it.
“There we go… Such a good puppy.” Mark praises, and pets Tom’s hair.
Tom, like the dog he is, leans into his touch and lets out a controlled breath.
Mark pulls away and reaches over, grabbing the small bag. He pulls out a blue wand vibrator.
“You recognize this, puppy?” He shows Tom the wand, waving it in front of his face.
Tom simply nods, he was too excited to speak anything other than pathetic whines and moans.
Mark pauses, and stares at Tom until he whines again.
“Sorry, puppy. You’re just so… perfect. Can’t believe you’re mine.”
Tom smiles dumbly, and tightens his grip on the sheets.
“Since you’ve been so good, and I can hardly ever say no to you, when you feel an orgasm, I’m allowing you to cum. Got it?”
Tom’s face lights up, and he smiles wider, nodding.
“Mhm… got it.”
“Good puppy.”
Mark wastes no time to turn the vibrator on, immediately pushing it to the highest setting.
“Y’ready, pup?”
Tom braces himself, gripping the sheets tighter, and nods through his clenched jaw.
Mark moves the wand forward, and presses it against the underside of Tom’s dick, right below his flushed red tip. Tom’s whole body immediately jerks, and he lets out a loud, high pitched moan.
Tom can feel his orgasm close already, still right on the edge from not being allowed to cum earlier.
“Tell me when you’re close, baby.” Mark speaks, pressing the wand harder against Tom.
Tom immediately chokes out another moan, coming straight from his throat.
“Mark— Close— So close..” Tom begs and cries, desperately grinding his dick against the wand.
“Say the magic word.” Mark teases, getting Tom to stay polite, even in this state.
“Fuck— Mark, Ah— I love you… Oh- God..” Tom cries out, clenching his jaw hard.
Mark can barely hold back his giggle. “I meant ‘please,’ you idiot. But, I guess that works too. Go ahead, puppy.” Mark finally gives Tom permission.
Tom swears he blacked out. He was a babbling, crying, moaning mess. He saw stars floating around his vision, and he let go.
He came with a strangled moan, desperately grinding his dick against the wand to chase the mind-blowing pleasure.
The only words leaving his mouth were a mixture of “Mark” “Please” and “Fuck.”
He was so gone.
Mark helped him through his orgasm, letting Tom spill all over the vibrator, not complaining once. He really loved it, but Tom didn’t need to know that.
“That’s it, puppy.. So fucking perfect.” Mark praises, talking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Tom quickly cries and twitches more as he realizes Mark hadn’t taken the wand off his dick.
“Good puppies can cum as much as I need them to. Need to make sure there isn’t a drop left in you.” Mark says behind an evil smirk.
Tom sobs. Full on sobs. Tears were falling free down his face, and his body was desperately jerking and twitching. The pleasure he had felt just a minute ago was rapidly turning into painful overstimulation. He needed to rest, but Mark wasn’t gonna go easy on him.
Despite the absolute psychical torture Mark was putting Tom through, he couldn’t deny that he was still hard.
“Please— take it off… fuck—“ Tom was fully sobbing, choking out his words, and begging Mark to take it easy on him.
Mark sighs, but obligies, and pulls the wand off of Tom’s dick.
“Needy puppy.”
Tom cries out in relief, letting his body relax for the first time in what seems like forever.
“You’re being so good for me. Keeping your hands nice and still. God, I can’t get enough of you.” Mark kisses and gently bites his shoulder.
“Just so fucking pretty… all mine. My pretty boy.” Mark says, in-between kisses to his neck, trailing his kisses down Tom’s body.
“Come take my pants off, puppy.” Mark commands, pulling Tom closer by his collar.
Tom obeys and crawls up to Mark, eagerly toying with his waistband. He finally pulls them down along with his boxers after Mark tugs on his hair, a signal to hurry up and to not tease.
Tom can’t help but stare as Mark’s hard dick springs out of his boxers. He all but drools, and looks up at Mark for permission.
“You know what to do, pup.”
Tom looks at Mark with the same dumb smirk on his face as always. He leans in, slowly licking at the slit of Mark’s cock. Mark lets out a shaky breath, and guides his hand back onto Tom’s head, tangling his fingers in the strands of his hair.
“So good, puppy…”
Tom takes him further in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he stares up at Mark. He gags softly, but breathes through his nose.
Mark groans, and pushes Tom off of his cock.
“Don’t wanna come yet— Lay back, puppy.”
Tom whines but obeys, and lays down on his back. His legs are spread wide, and his flushed red dick stands between his legs.
“Such an eager puppy.” Mark comments.
Mark reaches over to the other side of the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube they had discarded earlier.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you, pup. Just a warning.” Mark says with an evil smirk.
Tom lets out a shaky breath, but nods anyway.
Mark pops open the cap of the lube bottle, dripping it onto his cock. He began stroking his cock, slicking himself up. Once he was finished, he slowly lined himself up with Tom’s hole. He paused, and looked down at Tom.
“Y’ready, puppy?” Mark asks with an evil smirk on his face, knowing Tom would say yes.
Tom can only nod. So he does exactly that.
It takes less than two seconds before Mark slams himself fully inside Tom, letting out a loud moan as he bottoms out. Tom cries out immediately, the pleasure already overwhelming him. He grips the sheets as tight as he can, trying to catch his breath as Mark bottoms out.
Mark waits a second, giving Tom time to adjust to the stretch. But it isn’t long until he’s pulling out so just his tip is still inside tom, and slamming himself back into him. He sets a vigorous pace, not showing Tom any mercy.
“Fuck— So tight… Always so tight for me. Just how I like it.” Mark spits out nonsense dirty talk, already consumed by the pleasure shooting through him.
Tom’s moans and whines go straight to Mark’s cock, and Tom swears he can feel the pulsing and throbbing inside him.
Mark groans with every thrust into him, and eventually he moves his hand, placing it next to Tom’s head on the mattress. He uses his free hand to lift his leg up, bending it at the knee. He hooks Tom’s leg over his shoulder, and continues pounding into him. The new angle makes Tom cry out louder, every thrust hitting his prostate harder and harder. Tears spilled from Tom’s eyes, and he was choking out sobs with every thrust.
“Taking my dick so well… Such a stupid fucking mutt, aren’t you?”
Tom chokes on his words, but he still tries to get them out.
“Y-Yes… I’m— fuck— a stupid mutt—! Fuck, Ma-ark…! Oh god…” Tom cries out, his voice broken.
Tom grabs the pillow near his head, and brings it to cover his face.
This was quickly shut down by Mark, who grabbed the pillow from his face.
“Wanna see your pretty face, puppy. Don’t hide it from me.”
Tom clenches his jaw tightly, and doesn’t do anything but sit there and take it. Letting Mark use him like the toy he is. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Tom was getting close, somehow he was still alive and breathing.
“Mark— please, c-close… fuck—“ Tom choked on his words.
“Mm, wanna see you fall apart on my cock, puppy. Can you— hah… d-do that for me?” Mark replied, in-between moans.
Tom nods, and immediately lets out a girlish moan as he comes all over his stomach, his mind going blank as he focuses on the waves of pleasure riding through his body.
Mark thrusts into Tom harder, chasing his own orgasm.
Mark’s body tenses, and he almost collapses ontop of Tom. He lets out a loud groan as he spills heavy load after load inside of Tom. He keeps himself buried inside the tight heat of Tom’s ass, not ever wanting to leave this moment.
Tom lets out whines and moans from the overstimulation starting to creep back into his body.
“Mark… pull out, please…—“ He begs.
Mark groans, but pulls out anyway. A string of cum, spit, and lube connecting the tip of his dick with Tom’s hole.
“Such… such a good puppy.” Mark collapses onto the bed next to Tom, and catches his breath.
“That was… really fuckin’ good.” Tom says, in-between heavy breaths.
“Yeah.” Mark replies.
Mark sits up, walking over to the bathroom. He grabs a rag and wets it under the faucet.
He walks back over to Tom, and cleans the cum off his stomach.
“You’re so pretty… my pretty puppy.”
Tom whines, and crawls under the blankets.
Mark joins him, and cuddles up to Tom.
They both slowly drifted off, comforted by the sound of their breathing and the warmth of their bodies pressed together.