Intense Day Two, John/Rodney, NC-17, by wolfshark

Intense Day Two
Word Count: 5680
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: OMG, so NC-17
Summary: "Like I said last night, you're mine for the next ten days, unless you safeword out. You don't get to make any decisions; you don't have to make any judgments. You just have to take what I hand out, accept what I want to do to you."
Warning: (skip) Contains BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, and paddling.

A/N: telesilla wrote: I want some seriously kinky SGA porn in which either John or Rodney brings the other down hard using either heavy pain or heavy humiliation or--ideally--both. And oh man, so many bonus points if it's Rodney--still himself: all pushy and stubborn right up to the point where he's not any more--on the bottom.

In response, I wrote Intense. It got multiple requests for a sequel, covering the next nine days. 5000 words into the sequel, I'd only written the second day, and the vote on my journal was to post each day as I write them, so here it is.

If you didn't like Intense, you're not going to like this one either, most likely...

Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five



John let Rodney sleep through the night with the knowledge that it was the first full night's sleep he'd had in close to a month. Even in his sleep, Rodney pushed close to John, as if his body couldn't accept that they had this great big bed to sleep in instead of the tiny Atlantis beds. Not that John minded - it felt good to have Rodney's warmth so near.

He dozed off and on all night, never too deeply asleep. He was worried that Rodney would have nightmares about the series of attacks that had been the reason for poor sleep. But with the first sound of birdsong come morning, Rodney started to blink himself awake, which woke John as well.

"Wha - " Rodney started to say, clearly surprised to be in bed with John, not that John could blame him. They rarely slept in the same bed, after all.

"Shh," John hushed him, giving him a closed mouth kiss. Under his hands, Rodney melted into the bed, and that made John chuckle a little. "Hey, sleepyhead. Feeling better?"

Rodney started to stretch, only to stop suddenly when it pulled on the welts on his ass. "Ow."

"Yeah, sorry about that," John said, aware that he didn't sound sorry at all. "You needed to get taken down last night."

"You couldn't have thought of another way to do it?" Rodney complained, starting to reach down to rub his ass. He pulled up short when he saw the cuffs still fastened around his wrists. "You think you could take these off now?"

"Nope," John said, rolling so that he could meet Rodney's eyes. "Like I said last night, you're mine for the next ten days, unless you safeword out. You don't get to make any decisions; you don't have to make any judgments. You just have to take what I hand out, accept what I want to do to you."

Rodney closed his eyes and bit his lip. "But - " he started to say, only to cut himself off.

John brushed Rodney's cheek with his fingers. "But what, Rodney?"

He was quiet for so long that John thought he was going to have to persuade him to finish the thought. Just as John was starting to tighten his hand on Rodney's face, Rodney said in a rush, "I can't take that kind of punishment every day for ten days. I won't have any skin left on my ass."

Chuckling, John kissed Rodney's forehead. "That was just to get your attention," he said. "I'm not going to need to fight you that hard again, am I?"

"No," Rodney said.

"Good boy," he said. "Now, go get cleaned up while I order us some breakfast." He had to restrain a snicker at the expression on Rodney's face as he tried to get out of the bed without sitting on his ass. As Rodney walked to the bathroom, he rolled over to the phone and placed an order with room service. They had waffles, which John knew was Rodney's favorite, so he made sure to get two servings of those.

By the time Rodney came back out, John was dressed in jeans. He didn't bother with a t-shirt - he figured they probably weren't going to make it out of the room today. Rodney was being cooperative for now, but he didn't expect that to last. John knew that he was going to have to take Rodney down again, but Rodney was right; his ass wouldn't take much more abuse.

Rolling to his feet, he started towards the bathroom, only to stop when he saw Rodney reaching for his own pants. "Don't bother with those," he said.

"But room service is coming?"

"And I'll answer the door. You can cover up while they're here, but you will stay naked until I tell you otherwise." Rodney flushed, but he set his pants back down. "Good. Now, go lie down on your belly while I'm in the bathroom."

He didn't wait to see if he'd be obeyed. Instead, he pulled the bathroom door shut and went about taking care of necessities. Once his face was washed and teeth were brushed, he went back in the other room.

Rodney was sprawled on the bed, legs spread just enough that John could see his hole. "Very nice," he said. "Spread your legs further."

There was just the briefest moment of hesitation, and then Rodney spread his legs wide. John didn't dither, slapping one welted cheek hard. "When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey, not think about it," he said.

He didn't expect an answer, and he didn't get one. Not verbally, anyway. But Rodney did arch his back slightly, pushing his ass up, and John chuckled at that. Running his nails over the bruised flesh, he smiled at the way that Rodney gasped and moved into the touch. "You really are a slut for this."

Rodney looked over his shoulder at John and smiled. "This shouldn't be a surprise, John."

His hand still on Rodney's ass, John's own smile got wider. "Oh, it's not. And have I mentioned how much I like it?"

"Not lately, no."

"I do." There was a knock at the door, and John said, "One moment," before throwing a sheet over Rodney and going to answer it.

It was room service and the waiter wheeled in the covered cart without looking at Rodney even once. Of course, this was hardly the most extreme thing that the staff of this particular hotel had ever seen, so the lack of surprise was pretty much a given.

As soon as John signed the tab, the waiter took it and let himself out. John settled in at the small table, noting the way that Rodney was looking at him hopefully but not moving. "You can come over, Rodney," he said, not surprised when Rodney rocketed out of the bed, sitting on the opposite chair. Then Rodney swore and shifted so that he was sitting on the very edge. "Sore?" he asked.

"Very," Rodney answered, but he had a wide smile on his face, so John didn't even pretend to feel bad. He passed Rodney his plates, and ate his own breakfast slowly. They finished at about the same time, and John decided it was time to reinforce exactly what Rodney's position was.

"Go bend over the edge of the bed," he said. "Legs spread wide."

Rodney didn't hesitate this time, but he didn't rush, either. He strolled over to the side of the bed, folding his arms and resting them on the high mattress before settling in a wide-legged stance.

Knowing that this would never do, John detoured past the closet to select a smaller paddle. When he turned to look at Rodney, he was staring right at John, eyes wide. He didn't argue with John, though. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

John moved behind Rodney, kicking at his ankles until he spread his legs even wider, shifting him so that he was off-balance. Hefting the paddle, he used it to slap at Rodney's inner thighs decisively, startling a low cry from him. "Oh, ow! I obeyed you!" he cried.

"I expect you to move when I tell you to, slut," John said, continuing to slam the paddle into Rodney's legs, making the skin there red and swollen. He only stopped when Rodney was gasping for air. Reaching around in front of him, he stroked his hard cock a few times, making Rodney groan and thrust into his hand.

When he stopped, Rodney came to a trembling halt. John laid the paddle down on the bed, making sure that it was in Rodney's line of sight. Grabbing the lube off the nightstand, he opened his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock sprang free. He used a minimum of lube; just enough to keep from hurting his dick, and then grabbed Rodney by the hips, pulling his ass higher.

Spreading Rodney's cheeks with his thumbs, he lined his cock up with his hole. He didn't bother to warn Rodney, or give him time to prepare. Instead, he pushed in hard and steady, going as deep as he could in one stroke.

Rodney cried out, his hands convulsively grabbing at the blankets, but he made no effort to get away. John paused just long enough to say, "If you come, I'll punish you," before starting to fuck to a fast, demanding rhythm. It didn't take him long to reach his peak, especially since he made no effort to get Rodney off. As he came in Rodney's ass, Rodney groaned.

"Oh, please don't leave me hanging," Rodney begged, his hips moving restlessly.

John slapped his ass and pulled out. "You'll get off once a day, when I say. I'll get off as many times as I can, using your slutty body to do it." He waited to see if Rodney would argue, and when he didn't, praised him. "You're a good boy. Now go get a washcloth to clean me up."

Rodney rushed to the bathroom, hissing as his thighs rubbed together. John went back to the chair at the table, relaxing back and waiting patiently for Rodney to come back. When Rodney returned, he had a wet washcloth that he used to clean John's cock and balls. John was sensitive and the soft touch made him moan softly. At the sound, Rodney licked his lips, his eyes darting from John's cock to his face and back again.

He knew what Rodney wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to him, in his own time. In the meantime, though... After he zipped up his jeans, he pulled Rodney around and down so that he was sitting in John's lap. Rodney struggled a little at that. "John, I'm too big for this," he said.

Grabbing Rodney's balls, he squeezed lightly, causing Rodney to freeze. "Shut up," he said pleasantly. When Rodney seemed like he wasn't going to squirm, John let go. "Lean down here and kiss me."

Rodney didn't hesitate, giving up his mouth sweetly for John to plunder, opening obediently for John's tongue when he licked at Rodney's lips. Rodney was a world-class kisser, especially when he wasn't fighting John for dominance, and John took everything he was willing to give and then some.

When he finally pulled away from Rodney's mouth, Rodney's lips were wet and swollen, and his pupils were blown wide. John ran his hand over Rodney's chest and down to his cock, which was hard and leaking. Stroking it slow, he made Rodney moan, his eyes falling shut in pleasure.

He knew that he wasn't stroking hard enough or fast enough for Rodney, but Rodney didn't fight or argue. He just moaned and arched into the touch the best he could, without knocking himself off John's lap. While his hand was busy, John whispered dirty things to Rodney; how hot he was, what a good boy he was.

It was a physical wrench to pull his hand away from Rodney's cock, but much more and Rodney would come, with or without permission, and that wasn't fair to him. "Go lie down on the bed, Rodney," he said. "On your belly, with your hands above your head."

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Rodney obeyed, crawling into the bed and pretty much collapsing on his face. John followed after, and attached the cuffs that Rodney was still wearing to the headboard. Then he laid on his side, running a gentle hand over Rodney's back again and again. "Sleep, Rodney. You need the rest."

Clearly confused, Rodney turned his head so that he could look at John. "Aren't you going to fuck me again?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. But not right now. Carter agreed to send you on mandatory leave because you need some rest, and I'm supposed to make sure you get it. So sleep."

Rodney tugged on the cuffs. "I'd feel better if I wasn't tied to the bed."

"That's too bad," John said, still petting Rodney's back. "Since from this point on, I'm going to tie you to the bed every time I think you need a nap. You don't have to worry about something happening, because I'm going to be right here."

When Rodney opened his mouth to argue, John brought his hand down on Rodney's ass in a resounding smack. "Do you need to have your ass paddled again to remind you of what your position here is?"

Rodney was already shaking his head no before John finished the question, but he'd arched up into the slap, body mutely begging for more. John was happy to oblige, scattering a dozen or so spanks across Rodney's already bruised ass, turning it red. By the time he finished, Rodney was moaning and trying to hump the bed mindlessly.

John let his hand linger after the last slap, feeling the heat in Rodney's ass. It was tempting to pull Rodney to his knees, fuck his sweet ass again, but he really did need to rest. So he dragged his hand up Rodney's back, feeling the knots in his shoulders. Swinging one leg over Rodney's hips, he straddled him while starting to rub out the knots. "Sleep, Rodney. After a nap, I promise to hurt you some more."

It took a few minutes for the tension to drain out of him, but eventually, Rodney slept. Trying to be comfortable, John pulled off his jeans, but he couldn't bring himself to nap with Rodney. Instead John climbed off the bed and went to sit at the table and keep watch.

~*~

Unsurprisingly, this time there were nightmares, Rodney curling in on himself and crying out softly in his sleep. John moved to the bed and soothed them away, trying to encourage him to sleep more, but it didn't work. Rodney blinked himself awake, mindlessly struggling against the cuffs. Afraid that he'd hurt himself, John unhooked them from the headboard, and shook Rodney until the haze cleared from his blue eyes.

When Rodney reached for John, John didn't have the heart to pull away. Instead, he laid down next to Rodney, half blanketing Rodney's body with his own. Their lips met in a gentle kiss that seemed to last forever.

By the time it finally came to a soft end, John found himself propped up over Rodney, thrusting down into the cradle of Rodney's hips, their cocks rubbing together. Both of them were breathing hard, and John was so close to coming it hurt to pull away, but he did it anyway. Rodney cried out, equally close. "Oh, don't stop. Please don't stop," he begged.

"Shh," he hushed Rodney. "You'll come today, but not yet." Rodney whimpered, hips still moving restlessly. Trying to distract Rodney from his discomfort, and just because he could, he rolled on his back and pulled Rodney on top of him, pushing on his shoulder till he got the message and started to kiss his way down John's body.

"I'm going to kill you," Rodney said between kisses, making John laugh. "It's not fair."

"Nope, it's really not," John agreed. "It's even less fair when you consider that you're going to make me come with your mouth, and you still won't have gotten off."

Rodney growled, but moved further down, taking John into his mouth. John wove his fingers into Rodney's thin hair, pulling him further down his cock. Rodney's mouth was so hot, so wet, and it made John groan. "Yeah, that's it," he said, thrusting up slightly. "Take it, suck it."

Moaning, Rodney started to lick as well as suck, and John's eyes damn near rolled back into his head. Not wanting to come too fast, he forced himself to tug on Rodney's hair, pulling him off John's cock. Rodney's head popped up, a puzzled look on his face, and John pushed on his shoulder again, spreading his legs even wider in a silent message. Ducking his head, Rodney began to lick and suck at John's balls, rolling them in their soft sac and earning another groan, before he lifted them slightly and licked along John's perineum.

Pulling his legs up and back, John groaned out, "Oh, fuck, yeah, Rodney," as Rodney circled his hole with his tongue, and when Rodney breached him, he cried out in pleasure. Rodney's tongue was slick and strong, alternating fucking John and licking around the entrance, and all John had to do was keep his legs out of the way to be overwhelmed.

John lost all track of time as Rodney rimmed him, focused only on the sensations flooding him from Rodney's skill and eagerness. When he couldn't bear anymore, he pulled on Rodney's hair, pulling him back to his dick. "Suck me," he ordered, ignoring how breathless his voice was. Rodney did as he was told, mouth plunging down over John's cock and taking him deep and fast.

It didn't take long for John to crest, spilling into Rodney's sweet mouth with a heartfelt groan. Rodney licked and sucked him through the aftershocks, until John couldn't bear anymore and pulled Rodney up into the circle of his arms, kissing him thoroughly.

When he pulled his mouth away from Rodney's, Rodney said, "Please, John. I can't take much more." A glance down at his crotch told John what he was referring to, as his cock was so red it was purple, the head shiny and wet. When John reached down and gave it one gentle stroke, Rodney cried out, hips lurching forward.

"You can do it," John said, removing his hand. "After dinner I'm going to fuck you again, and I’ll let you come then."

"Bastard."

"Hey, my parents were married," John said. "If you don't behave, I'll put a cock ring on you, fuck you after dinner, and not let you come. Would you prefer that?"

Rodney's mouth twisted, but he apologized. "I'm sorry. I'll be good."

"I knew you would be." John glanced at his watch. They had an hour or so to kill before dinner, and he didn't think he'd be able to get Rodney to take another nap, even if he still had dark circles under his eyes. He thought about it, ignoring the way that Rodney looked at him curiously.

Untangling himself from Rodney's arms, he said, "I'll be right back." He went in the bathroom, still thinking and saw the razor, still in its wrapper. "Now there's a thought," he said out loud. Gathering together the razor, shaving gel, a towel and wet washcloth, he went back out into the bedroom. Setting most of what he carried on the nightstand, he spread the towel on the bed.

"Lie down here," he said. "Ass right in the middle of the towel."

Rodney looked at him for a long moment before moving. John didn't say anything, because this wasn't John causing Rodney pain for their mutual pleasure. This was something that was almost more intimate, and John wasn't sure he'd have blamed Rodney for refusing.

Running his fingers through the light brown curls at Rodney's groin, he said, "You can safeword if you don't want this."

"No," Rodney said. "I want it. Want your touch on me."

"Okay." Opening the shaving cream, he spread a little in the fur above Rodney's cock. Moving carefully, he shaved it away, leaving only bare skin. Slowly, Rodney's cock lengthened and grew hard as John worked methodically.

When he spread the cream on Rodney's balls, Rodney took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare. Just... be careful."

"I will be." And John was, as careful as he'd ever been, pulling the skin taut before dragging the blade across it. By the time he finished, Rodney was whimpering, clearly holding himself still by sheer force of will. John wiped away the last of the shaving cream and ran his fingers over the smooth skin, making them both moan. Whispering, he said, "Turn over."

Rodney did as he was told, hurriedly turning onto his knees and reaching back to spread his cheeks for John. There were a smattering of fine hairs around a hole that was swollen from all the fucking, and carefully John shaved them away as well. Setting aside the razor, he bent down and gave Rodney's hole a quick kiss, laughing at Rodney's gasp. "Okay, buddy. Do you think I can trust you to shower without jerking off? Or do I need to put a ring on you?"

Rodney released his cheeks and knelt up, turning around to look at John. "Um, I think I probably need the ring."

John didn't argue. He just went to the closet and dug around in one of the drawers. "One of the reasons I love this place," he said, pulling out a latex ring. "Everything you might possibly need, and it's all been sterilized and is ready for use."

Looking at him doubtfully, Rodney said, "Are you sure? That's kind of... gross, don't you think?"

"Anything I might put in you is either new or we'll use a rubber, but for a cock ring? It should be fine." John waited to see if Rodney was going to object a second time, then nodded firmly and brought the ring over to the bed. He didn't punish Rodney for questioning him, because Rodney was just being Rodney. Sliding the ring into place, he tugged it down over his balls, then slapped him on the ass. "Go shower, or you're going to start itching."

Rodney hurried away, hard cock bouncing in front of him. John pulled on his jeans while the water started, then decided that he would go ahead and order dinner. That way they could eat when it got there, and then he could fuck Rodney again. Reaching down, he adjusted his own cock, which was more than interested. It was funny, but being with Rodney made John feel like he was eighteen again.

He ordered them both the biggest steaks on the menu, along with loaded baked potatoes and salads. They'd both just be burning the calories right back off, anyway. He unlocked the door, then made himself comfortable against the headboard, waiting for Rodney to come back out.

It took a little while, but Rodney finally came out, accompanied by billows of steam. His skin was pink from the hot water, and he was still a little damp in places. John patted the bed next to him. "Come here, Rodney. I've ordered dinner and we're going to make out till it gets here."

Rodney climbed on the bed, his cock still more than half hard, and laid down next to John, curling in on him. Ducking his head to bring it even with Rodney's, John scattered gentle kisses over his face, then nipped at his neck. Rodney moaned and uncurled a little, his cock growing in length. Dropping a hand to Rodney's dick, he pumped it gently, bringing it to full hardness in a matter of a few strokes. "I want to leave you uncovered while room service is here. Want to show everyone how beautiful you are when you're dying to be fucked," he whispered into Rodney's ear. In any other hotel it would never even occur to him to do that, but the staff in this particular place had seen everything and weren't disturbed by any of it, or they wouldn't still be here. John frequently suspected that most of them were voyeurs.

Crying out, Rodney arched into John's hand. "You like that idea, don't you?" he asked, and trembling, Rodney nodded. Sliding one denim-covered thigh between Rodney's legs, he pressed his knee up against Rodney's balls, and took his mouth in a hard kiss, until Rodney was panting and begging brokenly into his mouth.

"Please, John, please. Need it so bad, been waiting so long for you," he said in a harsh whisper.

"Shh," John said. "Be good, or I'll punish you, and make you wait till tomorrow to come." That got another inarticulate cry, and an effort by Rodney to still his hips. John smiled against Rodney's mouth. "Good boy."

There was a knock on the door, and John called, "One moment," then whispered to Rodney, "Turn on your belly." Rodney did so, spreading his legs wide without being told. John checked to make sure that his cock couldn't be seen, and then called, "Come on in." He stayed sitting on the bed, as the waiter wheeled in the cart. He didn't say anything about Rodney as he brought John the bill, but John could see his eyes trace over Rodney's shape.

Signing the bill, he handed it back and then rested one hand on Rodney's cheek. "Beautiful, isn't he?"

"Yes, sir," the waiter said, lust evident in his voice. He was slowly backing away, as though he didn't want to take his eyes off Rodney, but eventually he had to turn away to open the door.

When he'd left, John grinned down at Rodney, who had been watching the waiter with eyes blown wide. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "Showing him what he's never going to have." As he spoke, he dragged his nails up over Rodney's ass and back, coming to rest on Rodney's shoulder.

Rodney groaned and arched into the touch like a cat in heat.

John lowered his voice to a rough whisper. "There's a little club not far from here. It caters to people like us, lets them put on a bit of a show. I bet you'd like that - me paddling your ass, then fucking it - in front of a whole room full of people. What do you think, Rodney? Should we go?" John knew that he was hitting on a fantasy of Rodney's, one that he had whispered out in the dark of night once, but there was a big difference between fantasy and doing, so he was perfectly willing to give Rodney an out.

"Oh, yeah," Rodney gasped out, practically humping the bed. "Please? Tonight?"

"Not tonight," John said. "But if you're very, very good for the next couple of days, I'll take you."

Rodney made a disappointed noise, which made John laugh. "Come on," he said. "Food's getting cold, and then we're going to play some more."

"Not hungry," Rodney said, rolling to one side so that John could see his rock-hard cock. "Not for food."

"Sex will be no fun if you pass out from hypoglycemia," John said. "Up."

Grumbling, Rodney slid off the bed and headed to the table, only to be stopped by John, who pulled him in tight against his body, Rodney's back to his front. He let his hands rove freely over Rodney's body, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, touching and teasing, before releasing him. Rodney took an unsteady step forward, then turned to face John. "I want - "

"I don't care. Go eat, Rodney."

Rodney opened his mouth to bitch more, but something on John's face stopped him, and he hurried over to the table, John following. It didn't take long for Rodney to dig into his food, eating like if he rushed, John would fuck him that much sooner. Much to Rodney's apparent frustration, John wasn't hurrying, though. He took the time to savor each bite of the perfectly prepared steak.

Long before John finished, Rodney was done. He crossed his arms and huffed his frustration until John lifted one eyebrow at him. "Do you like being blue-balled?" he asked, which shut Rodney up quickly. It didn't stop him from staring at John as if he could rush him with the power of his mind.

When John pushed his plate back, Rodney jumped to his feet. "Now?"

"Not quite," he said. "I'm going to go shower. You go lie down and think about what I might do to you before I let you come."

He dropped his pants at the foot of the bed and strolled into the bathroom naked. The shower felt good, hot and relaxing, but John couldn't stop thinking about Rodney, naked and desperate on the bed, and he found himself rushing through the shower.

Drying off, he went back into the bedroom. Rodney was on the bed, on his knees, face buried in the pillows. His arm was moving slowly, and when John circled around to the foot of the bed, he found that Rodney had two fingers up his ass. "Mmmm, now that's a pretty picture, slut," he said.

Rodney turned to face him, his face coloring, but he didn't take his fingers out. "Thought I'd get ready for you," he said, arm still moving.

John climbed up on the bed and crawled to where Rodney was kneeling. "Pull 'em out," he said. When Rodney obeyed, he ducked his head and licked over Rodney's entrance, making him whimper and moan. "Christ, John," he said.

Kneeling up, he didn't hesitate, sliding in nice and slow into Rodney's heat. Rodney cried out in pleasure as he was penetrated, making John smile. "Nice, long, slow fuck," he said. "That's what I want."

Whimpering, Rodney rocked his hips, pushing John even deeper. "Please, John. I need to come."

Wrapping an arm around Rodney's chest, he pulled him up and back, till he was kneeling in John's lap. "No, slut. You don't need to come. You want to come." Rodney made a soft sound, lifting up slightly and then dropping back down. "You need to be fucked, need to be hurt, though, don't you?"

"Y-yes," Rodney whimpered.

John dropped his right hand between Rodney's legs, cupping his balls firmly. The skin was smooth under his hand, and Rodney cried out. "Oh, god," he panted. John squeezed even tighter, making Rodney whine. His other hand sought out one of Rodney's nipples, twisting and pinching it.

Rodney's body jerked as if he'd been shocked, and John kissed his ear, then bit it before whispering, "More?"

He nodded, hips canting forward as if presenting his balls for more. "Gonna save that for tomorrow," John said. "Gonna tie you up and play with your nuts till you're crying from pleasure."

Rodney moaned, his eyes closing in surrender. John released his nipple, then slapped it several times in quick succession, turning the skin around it bright pink. Rodney jerked with each slap, and when John transferred his attention to the other side, he moaned again.

Releasing Rodney's balls, John let his hand drift up, over the cock ring to the head of Rodney's cock, which was wet and purple with need. "John, please," Rodney begged.

Pushing Rodney forward so that he went to hands and knees, John thought about slamming into him, hard and fast. But instead, he pulled out all the way, making Rodney cry out and shove his hips back as if searching for the cock that he wanted so badly.

"You're going to ride me, pretty slut," he said, turning so that he was on his back, hard cock standing up obscenely. Rodney was already nodding and shifting in preparation for straddling John, and John held his cock steady as Rodney sat back, taking him deep into his ass. Before he could start to move, though, John held him still and slid the cock ring off. "If you come before I do, I won't let you come for two days. Do you understand?"

Rodney nodded, biting his lip, and looking like he was focused on one thing - not coming. John couldn't resist, pulling Rodney down so that he could kiss his mouth, tongue fucking it deep and dirty. When he pulled away, it was to gasp out, "Ride, Rodney. Nice and slow."

Sliding up and then back, Rodney rode John's cock. He was making all sorts of fantastic noises that let John know just how much he was enjoying it, and when John reached up to pinch and twist his nipples, he let out a soft sob of pleasure. "You're close, aren't you, slut?"

"Y-yes. So close it hurts," he whimpered.

John ran a hand over his bare balls, high and tight against his body. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, and he wanted it. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna come in your slutty hole," he said. "Then tomorrow morning, I'm going to roll you over and slide into you on my come."

Rodney made a sound at that, soft and broken, and it was that sound more than anything else that pushed John to the edge. Wrapping his hand around Rodney's cock, he started to jerk it hard and fast, as his hips began to slam up into Rodney. "God, yes. I'm getting ready to come. As soon as I come, you can come." He managed to hold on to hear Rodney's "Yes," and then everything went away as he came deep inside Rodney's ass.

He felt Rodney coming over his hand, heard his yell, and forced open eyes that he hadn't been aware that he had closed.

Rodney had a look of total bliss on his face, and John couldn't help the matching smile. "Good?" he said.

"Oh, yeah." Rodney started to get off of John, then remembered that he didn't have permission and paused. "Um, can I lie down before I fall over?"

"Yeah." John helped him up and over, and then wrapped Rodney up in his arms. Rodney was yawning, and John was too. Before he could sleep, though, he needed to do one thing. "Wrists, Rodney."

"Huh?" Rodney said. "Oh, yeah. John, I don't want to be tied."

"That's too bad, unless you're going to safeword. If you aren't, then put your wrists out." Clearly reluctant, Rodney held his wrists out so that John could fasten them together and then to the headboard. He waited for Rodney to get comfortable, taking the time to turn out the light, and then molded himself around Rodney. "Sleep."

He managed to stay awake until Rodney's breathing evened out below him, telling him that he was asleep, and then he followed after.