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When Cloud gives the group the rare, happy news that everyone gets their own room at the night’s inn, he carefully doesn’t so much as glance at Barret. He doesn’t need to. They each head to their respective rooms, and Cloud forces himself to move slowly as he settles in. He sits down on the bed, staring into space as he waits.
It’s about half an hour before he dares to move again. Everyone’s exhausted, so hopefully they’ve all fallen asleep quickly.
There’s an excited buzzing under his skin as he gets ready, but he does his best to ignore it. It’s just stress relief, Cloud tells himself. Just a way to shut his mind off when their journey gets to be too much.
But if that’s true, why does he always linger when it’s over? Why does Barret always take care of him like he’s anything more than a willing body to take all that pent up emotion and aggression and passion out on?
Cloud sets his paldron on the nightstand, then starts to remove his gloves before pausing. After a long moment, he decides to leave them on; Barret likes the feeling of them on his skin, once in a while. Better to at least have the option available.
He leaves his room and moves as quickly and quietly as possible; it’s no coincidence that he just happened to assign Barret the room right next to his. (For all its downsides, being chosen as the leader does have a few perks.) He creeps in without knocking, then jumps in surprise when he finds Barret sitting in a chair that he’s aimed directly at the door.
“Welcome back, Spike,” Barret says with a smirk. He’s already removed his gun, the components all laid out on the small table behind him.
Cloud doesn’t respond, but he toes his boots off and sets his sword against the wall by the door automatically. Barret nods his approval. He likes the symbolism of it, of Cloud choosing to leave himself vulnerable without it, but neither of them is stupid enough to think that it should be left outside of the room. That they couldn’t be ambushed even in an inn, in the middle of a scene or while they sleep.
(Cloud imagines it sometimes, wonders how he would react if they were attacked during a scene. He can never quite figure it out, torn between thinking he’d lose his edge in the midst of embarrassment and shock and thinking he’d fight harder than ever because of the rage of being interrupted. So screw it, he’s horny and doesn’t often get relief, and that might make him more than a little feral.)
Cloud paces a few feet away, not wanting to leave his back to the door, and Barret stands to follow him. The blond stops and turns back to Barret, trying not to let it show how much of a thrill it is to have him looming over him so close. As always, they don’t waste any time with formalities; they don’t have time to spare, and they both know what he’s really here for. “On your knees,” Barret rumbles.
“Yes, Sir,” Cloud says sarcastically, smirking and lowering himself with a lazy salute. He gasps when Barret clutches his hair and pulls hard, yanking his head back and forcing him to crane his neck to look up at him.
Leaning down to get in his face, Barret growls, “Gonna break that attitude of yours.”
He’s counting on it.
Cloud grins cheekily despite the fact that he’s breathless when he asks, “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“Mmhmm,” Barret confirms, releasing him and taking a step back to spin his chair toward Cloud and sit down. His smile is smug and his posture loose as he says, “I don’t have to prove anything, blondie.” Cloud’s brows furrow in confusion, so he continues, “I know what you’re like. And I know what you want. And you’re not gonna get it ‘til you can behave. So you will, and I don’t need to do a goddamn thing.”
Cloud scowls at him, but Barret just keeps watching him with an easy smirk. He crosses one leg over the other after a minute, and Cloud realizes that it’s a waiting game. That Barret isn’t bluffing. That he’ll really just… sit there until he gets what he wants.
Cloud flushes. This isn’t how it usually goes. Isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Not yet. Barret’s supposed to get him riled up, and then break him down. Turn his brain to mush so he has an excuse to act the way he does. To beg for it the way he does. He’s supposed to get him out of his own head first.
He’s not supposed to flip the script like this.
Cloud looks to Barret with confused, pleading eyes, but the other man just shrugs and says, “We’ve got all night, Spike. I can wait you out as long as you need, but every minute it takes is another minute wasted.”
The blond drops his gaze to the ground, conflicted. He knows it’s true, knows they aren’t likely to have another opportunity like this for a while, but… his pride stings at the thought of giving in so easily. Cloud gnaws on his lip and glances at the clock, hoping it’ll lie and say that he’s held out for more than a couple minutes. (It doesn’t, of course.) Then he inhales deeply, breathing through the embarrassment burning in his chest, and lets it out on a sigh. He nods and looks back up to Barret, settling his fists on his thighs. “I—” he starts, eyes darting away and back again as he swallows. “I’m sorry… Sir,” he finally manages to grit out.
Barret’s eyes narrow and his smile widens. “That’s more like it,” he says, smug but approving. He uncrosses his legs and beckons Cloud closer. He hesitates for just a moment before nodding and crawling between Barret’s spread thighs; actions are so much easier than words. “Now why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?”
Barret cups his chin, thumb running over his bottom lip, and Cloud makes a frustrated sound somewhere between a groan and a whine. “I…” He wants to hang his head so he doesn’t have to meet Barret’s eyes, but his hold on his face doesn’t let Cloud look away—doesn’t give him any escape. “Wanna suck you off,” he finishes, managing to keep his voice mostly steady. Barret just raises an eyebrow expectantly, and Cloud squeezes his eyes shut, digs his nails into his palms, and adds on, “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Barret replies, eyes half-lidded. He releases his grip on Cloud’s face and leans back in his chair. Cloud takes the hint and undoes Barret’s belt and zipper, then glances up to his face questioningly, hands gripping the pants. Barret just blinks slowly at him, making no move to help, so Cloud nods to himself and settles for getting his cock out instead of removing the pants entirely. It’s kind of a shame; nothing gets to him quite as fast as the sight of Barret’s naked body, and the easy confidence he holds it with. There’s plenty of time for that, though, and the imbalance of him staying fully clothed while Cloud doesn’t is a close second.
As if he can read his mind, Barret suddenly nudges Cloud’s knee with his boot and jerks his chin. “Strip,” he says simply, the commanding tone sending a thrill through the blond’s body.
Cloud nods and sits back to pull off his shirt and gloves, then pauses, stopping himself just before he stands up. Considering the mood Barret’s clearly in tonight… probably better to ask first. He raises an eyebrow at him, trying to toe the line between cocky enough that he can write this off in his own mind as sarcasm, and submissive enough that it won’t set Barret off again. (Though a part of him wouldn’t really mind if it did—punishment isn’t always a bad thing.) “Am I allowed to stand now, Sir?”
Barret nods, but as Cloud gets up and strips off his pants and underwear, he says, “Thought I told you to lose that attitude, soldier boy.” Cloud’s eyes snap up to him, teeth gritted. Barret knows how much he hates that name, knows that he hasn’t been loyal to Shinra in a long time, and it’s a low fucking blow to use it now. Barret just gives him a slow smirk, though. “Don’t want me to intentionally piss you off? Then don’t do it to me,” he says bluntly.
Cloud takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, the fight leaving him. He nods and sets his clothes out of the way, then returns to his place kneeling between Barret’s feet. The other man hums approvingly and runs his fingers through his hair. Cloud can’t quite help the way he leans into the surprisingly gentle touch, eyes fluttering shut. They stay like that for a few minutes, and when his shoulders lose some of the tension that’s been sitting in them for far too long, Barret murmurs softly, “There you are, baby…” His hand moves down to Cloud’s cheek, and Cloud opens his eyes again to gaze up at him, soft and easy, the gesture and words helping him relax a little more and sink a little further into his role.
When Cloud’s eyes drop from Barret’s, they land on his cock, still the only part of him that’s bare. The sight sends a shiver down his spine, as it always does; though he’d never admit it aloud, Barret’s turned him into a bit of a size queen and he sometimes wonders if it’d even be possible for anyone else to satisfy him now. (He tries not to think about it too much. That question has too many implications, leads to too many thoughts about the long-term instead of the right now, makes him nervous and uncomfortable and maybe a little nauseous.)
He’s deep enough now to ask, “May I suck your cock now, Sir?” the sarcasm gone from the title and from his tone entirely. He’s not deep enough to be unashamed about it yet, to avoid the flush of his cheeks and the tightening of his throat.
“Go ahead, baby,” Barret replies in a low voice, reclining in his seat again.
Cloud nods and rises up on his knees, leaning in with his hands carefully kept on his own thighs. “Thank you, Sir,” he whispers before taking the tip of Barret’s cock into his mouth. He laps at the head, then sinks a bit further, just enough to satisfy the itch to feel the weight of him on his tongue. Then he pulls off to tease, to kiss and lick him to full hardness. He looks up through his lashes as he nuzzles against Barret’s cock with lips and nose and cheek, knowing exactly what the action and the angle do to the other man. The look Barret gives him has arousal sinking heavy in his own gut, too.
Cloud’s trembling slightly with the effort of keeping himself balanced over Barret while he moves, and after a minute, Barret says quietly, “You can touch.” He nods and settles his hands on Barret’s thighs, and it’s so much easier to focus on pleasing Barret when he isn’t worrying about falling face-first into his lap. He doesn’t tease for much longer, his own impatience getting to him more than Barret’s. Cloud takes him as deep as he can, suppressing his gag reflex as much as possible, but the truth is that he still can’t take his entire cock. That fact, combined with the feeling of it stretching his mouth, is enough to send a jolt of electricity skittering down Cloud’s spine. He knows from experience how his jaw will be cramping and aching by the end of the night, and he has every intention of savoring it.
Cloud nervously glances up to Barret’s face to get a gauge on how he’ll react if he doesn’t quite follow the rules, but it gives him nothing except the heady sight of the other man lost in pleasure because of him. Barret’s eyes are closed, head tipped back and lips parted on quiet groans and pants. His hand lands in Cloud’s hair, simply settling there without pushing or pulling or taking, and the blond rises up slightly to rub against it. Even if he’s not doing anything, the weight of his hand feels… nice, in a way that’s much too simple for anything about this beautiful disaster between them.
He hesitates for a moment longer before deciding that it’s worth the risk. After all, Barret did say he could touch… Not Cloud’s fault if he wasn’t specific enough with his instructions and only meant it for the sake of keeping his balance.
Cloud carefully frees Barret’s balls from the confines of his pants, and the other man jolts in surprise but doesn’t object. He looks down, and Cloud holds his gaze as he rolls his balls in one hand while the other pumps the length of his cock that his mouth can’t reach. When Barret’s hand slides down to the corner of his lips, where spit is collecting and leaking down his cock, Cloud freezes and lets Barret toy with him. Lets him tug at his bottom lip and slide a finger into his mouth and stretch it impossibly wider, making him whine and huff through his nose.
They stay like that for a long moment, Cloud breathing heavily and Barret giving him a considering look, but eventually he slips his finger free. “Think I’d like to see you drooling around a gag one of these days,” he says, quiet and nonchalant enough that it almost seems like he’s talking to himself. Cloud knows better, though, knows that he was meant to hear every word of it. Barret grins at him then, the next part very clearly meant for his ears. “Might finally get you to stop talking back, at least.”
As if your cock hasn’t done a good enough job of shutting me up, Cloud thinks, but he’s not about to give Barret the satisfaction of saying it aloud. He aims a weak glare at him, but doesn’t try to pull off or argue; it’s the comment that irritates him, after all, not the idea.
The idea is… Well, irritating is pretty much the last word that comes to mind. Especially when he imagines this scenario, tries to picture what kind of gag Barret might choose and what he might do with it. (Suddenly, Cloud realizes that such a simple tool might have a lot more uses than he would’ve previously thought. He hopes Barret will get creative if they ever have a chance to get their hands on one.)
He waits several seconds longer to see if Barret has anything further to say, but when nothing more comes, Cloud sets back to work. He bobs his head faster, hands moving in tandem with his mouth and slick, filthy noises filling their ears. He’s determined to make Barret come as quickly as possible; Cloud’s rock hard now, and he knows that he won’t get any release until after Barret does.
(He tries to pretend, sometimes, that that’s an unspoken rule Barret’s set in place, and that’s why he tries so hard to obey it. But the truth is, it’s probably just a rule that he’s set for himself.)
It doesn’t take long before he gets his wish, Barret groaning and tugging at his hair in warning before he comes. Cloud pulls back just enough that he can taste it on his tongue, eyes closing in bliss as he swallows down every drop. They reopen after a minute, and Cloud opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue to wait for his Dom’s nod of approval.
(He tries not to let himself think of Barret as his anything, but every once in a while he slips up, at least in his own head, and that particular title seems… slightly less dangerous than others. There’s no denying what kind of relationship theirs is at this point, after all.)
They both take a few minutes to calm their breathing, and then Barret strips out of his own clothes. Cloud doesn’t bother to try and hide his own hungry gaze; they’re both plenty aware of how much he enjoys the sight of Barret’s naked body, of the fact that he’s gotten himself off more than once before just looking at him.
A part of him regrets getting Barret off so early in their game, because it means that he can’t fuck him now. A bigger part of him has no regrets whatsoever, because he knows that it just means Barret will be less distracted by his own arousal and have more time to play with Cloud’s body however he wants while he hardens up again.
Sure enough, Barret only lets him stare for another minute or so before he’s pointing and demanding, “I want you on the bed, ass up.”
Cloud nods. “Yes, Sir,” he says, voice a little breathy.
He crawls onto the center of the bed and lays down with his knees under him, ass in the air and face and chest pressed into the mattress. It doesn’t even cross his mind that maybe he should be embarrassed by the position. He turns his head so he can watch Barret dig through his bag, eventually making a triumphant sound. He turns and holds up his prizes with a grin. Cloud’s seen the cuffs a number of times before, is plenty familiar with the feel of them around his wrists or ankles. The other object…
He laughs before he can think to restrain himself, the shock drawing him out of his daze a bit. “Wha—Where did you even get those?” he asks, turning his face to bury his laughter in the bed. “Did you sneak away to a sex store somewhere when the rest of us weren’t looking?”
“Yep,” Barret answers as he moves toward the bed, completely unashamed. “You might have trouble sneaking away with all those eyes on you, Mr. Leader, but it’s a little easier for the rest of us.” Cloud hides his frown in the mattress, irritated with the reminder, but it’s eased when Barret rubs over his back. “Relax. You still get to reap the benefits without the risk of getting caught this way, don’t ya?”
“I guess so,” Cloud mutters. Barret drops the toys on the bed along with the lube, and the blond is keenly aware of the feeling of the anal beads bumping against his leg. Those are… new, and he’s more eager than he’d like to admit to try them.
“Alright, c’mon blondie,” Barret sighs, nudging at his chin. “Don’t want you suffocating yourself.” The concern would almost be touching if he didn’t add, “Don’t think it’d be any fun to fuck a corpse.”
Cloud obligingly turns his head toward the other man, but not without a slightly dramatic sigh. Eyes still closed, he mutters, “What happened to ‘baby?’”
It’s meant to be more of an observation than a complaint, but Barret clearly takes it as the latter. “Oho,” he drawls smugly. “So you finally admit you like it, huh?”
Cloud frowns and shrugs as best he can in this position; he’s never claimed to dislike the pet name, but he’s certainly never said he likes it, either. It’s just preferable to the other names Barret calls him. There is one definite positive to it, though, and after a long moment of hesitation, he confesses it aloud. “It… it helps ease me into subspace faster,” he whispers, still refusing to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to see Barret’s expression.
Barret rubs gently up and down the arch of his spine, and his voice is softer when he says, “I know it does, baby… Gets you right where I want you to be.”
What Cloud hears is: ‘Gets you right where you want to be.’
Which… isn’t wrong, but he doesn’t really want to talk about it right now. “Are we just gonna sit here all day?” he complains, but the irritation in his voice is half-hearted at best.
Barret snorts. “Course not. I was just waiting to make sure you’re ready.”
Cloud groans. “Been ready all night.”
“Alright, alright.” Cloud tenses at the sounds of the lube being opened and used behind him, nerves and excitement mixing together, until finally there’s something pressing into his ass, slow but easy. “How’s that feel?”
He shivers. “Cold.”
“Well, it is metal,” Barret points out, unable to refrain from laughing. “Other than that?”
“Not… really sure yet,” Cloud answers honestly. The first bead was tiny, and he can barely feel it inside his body. He definitely feels when Barret tugs it back out, though, and it teases a gasp from him. “That… That feels good,” he confesses.
“Yeah?” He pushes and pulls the bead in and out a few times, watching Cloud’s reactions closely.
“Yeah,” he sighs.
“Think you can take the next one?”
Cloud doesn’t hesitate; he’s used to being filled with something much larger than the first several beads, after all. “Mmhmm…” He opens his eyes to look back at Barret as he presses the second bead in, watching it disappear into Cloud’s body like he’s in a trance. Smirking lazily, the blond asks, “You gonna fuck me with that one, too?”
Barret hums consideringly before glancing up to his face and returning the smirk. “Nah. Think I wanna get a few more in ya first. Wouldn’t want you to get used to it.”
Cloud huffs out a laugh. “Fair enough.” He arches further, presenting himself to Barret. “You can add the next one now.” Barret does, then quickly adds the fourth and fifth as well, catching Cloud off guard and making his breathing stutter. “Fuck…” he groans, shifting restlessly.
“How’re ya feeling now, baby?”
“Mm…” Cloud’s brows furrow as he tries to figure out how to describe the sensation. “Full,” he tries, then shakes his head. “Or, well… They’re heavy.”
“That a good thing or bad thing?” Barret asks, but his tone says that he probably already knows the answer.
“Good,” he moans. A shiver runs down his spine. “Feels like they’re resting right on my prostate, but I—I wish they’d just—” Cloud cuts himself off and tries a different tactic. Meeting Barret’s eyes, he cocks a brow and teases, “You sure you don’t wanna fuck me with ‘em yet?”
Barret hums teasingly before replying again, “Nah. You want it too bad.” Cloud groans; he’d had a feeling that would be the answer. He wriggles, trying to shift the weight of the beads inside himself, to just make them move, but Barret quickly puts a stop to that. Gripping his hip tight to still him, he reminds Cloud, “Behave.”
Cloud shudders at the growl in his voice, cock twitching and dribbling precum onto the sheets below him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I don’t think you are,” Barret scolds. “Maybe I should just leave you here like this for a while, until you learn your lesson.”
The blond whines, fear and arousal and dread all in one. “Nooo…” He takes a deep breath and forces himself completely still. “I’m sorry, Sir, I am. I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t leave me like this!”
“Hmm…” Barret lets the silence linger long enough that Cloud nearly starts shifting again, more from anxiety than anything. Then he finally says, “Alright, but we’re not moving on until you’ve got every single one of these beads inside your pretty little ass, and you better behave yourself the whole time.”
“How…” Cloud swallows nervously. “How many are left, Sir?”
“Five. We’re halfway there.”
“I… I understand, Sir,” Cloud says, though he inwardly doubts if he can hold still through five more. If they already feel this good and this heavy inside him, he can only imagine how it’ll feel to be stuffed full with five more, each even bigger than the last.
“Good,” Barret says with a nod. “You ready to keep goin’?”
Cloud takes another deep breath, eyes closing as he lets it out slowly. “Yes, Sir.” Barret doesn’t say anything more before he pushes in the next bead, and Cloud gives a quiet moan. He’s starting to feel more sensitive, starting to feel the stretch of the beads, and the extreme disappointment he feels when Barret stops surprises him. He waits a long minute to see if Barret will make another move, but when he doesn’t, Cloud licks his dry lips and whispers, “More, please.” The silence seems to drag on, and for a few seconds, Cloud is certain that Barret’s going to tease him, going to deny his request or ask him to be more specific. Eventually, though, he silently pushes the next one in halfway.
He freezes there, and Cloud nearly screams.
Barret leans down to murmur, “You wanted me to fuck you with ‘em, right? This what you wanted, baby?” He pushes and pulls the bead back and forth in tiny motions, making it tug at Cloud’s hole but never fully enter or leave his body.
Cloud gasps and shakes his head desperately. “Pl-please, Sir!”
“Please what?”
There’s the reaction he’d been expecting. “Please…” Cloud pauses, not even entirely sure what he wants to ask for. “Please stop teasing and give me another!”
“Alright, baby,” Barret murmurs, voice deliciously raspy. He turns his head to kiss and nip at Cloud’s side, and the blond nearly jumps out of his own skin.
Number eight is big, and as it pushes around the others, Cloud starts to doubt whether the last two will even fit inside him. There’s no ignoring the weight of the beads, the relentless pressure that’s got him constantly fighting against the urge to squirm. He’s breathing heavily when he says, “Hurry up and gimme the last two.” He’s sure that Barret would take issue with the comment if it didn’t sound so much like a plea instead of the demand he wanted it to be.
“You sure you can handle that?” Barret asks skeptically. Cloud shrugs, and he tries a different tactic. “You want a little time to adjust first?”
“No,” Cloud huffs. He doesn’t want to adjust, wants the stretch and the burn and the fullness and is sick and tired of waiting for it.
Barret snorts quietly. “Okay, baby. You asked for it,” he says, as if Cloud’s going to forget that anytime soon. Then he’s pushing in the last two beads almost simultaneously.
Cloud huffs and puffs, clutching at the sheets as he tries to breathe through the feeling. “It’s—It’s good,” he pants before Barret can even ask again, because he knows he’s going to. “Real good.”
“Good,” Barret echoes, stroking gently over Cloud’s lower back and ass while his thumb circles his puffy hole. “Kinda wonder how it’d feel to fuck you with these still in,” he muses idly, and Cloud twists his head to stare at him, not sure whether the goosebumps that erupt over his skin are from fear or excitement. Barret laughs. “Don’t worry, baby, not gonna try it… this time, anyway,” he adds mischievously.
“Okay. Okay, okay,” Cloud babbles, still trying to find a train of thought amongst the pleasurable haze his brain has fallen into. “That—That was all of them, right? I—I took ‘em all and I stayed still just like you told me, so can we… Can we move on now?”
Barret’s laugh now isn’t nearly so kind. “Aw, baby…” he taunts, “Did you really think we’d be done with the beads as soon as they were all inside you?”
Cloud’s eyes widen, because, yeah, he kind of had, but he’s very quickly realizing what a stupid thought that was.
“Sorry, blondie,” Barret says in a voice that says he’s anything but sorry, “But you don’t get to run things here. You know that.”
Cloud sighs, deflating and letting his body relax as much as possible, his surrender showing in every muscle. “Yes, Sir. I know,” he agrees, and if it comes a little too easily… Well, that’s why he comes to Barret in the first place, after all. To let go. To give up his control over… everything, and let someone else be in charge for a while. To quiet all the useless noise in his mind.
“Good boy,” Barret says, and Cloud’s eyes go half-lidded at the praise, a familiar, pleasant warmth settling into his chest and the pit of his stomach.
“Thank you, Sir,” he replies, so automatic that it takes a few seconds to even realize that he’s spoken.
“Alright, baby: you’re gonna keep all those beads inside you for a while, filling you to the brim, and if you’re lucky, then maybe I’ll play with the last one a bit. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” They sit in silence for a minute, and Cloud does his best to not move from the too-good weight pressing on all his sensitive parts. He’d ask for what Barret suggested if he even knew how to ask for it. Luckily, Barret doesn’t leave him in the stillness and silence for long.
“Do you want some pain with the pleasure this time?”
Cloud’s breath hitches in surprise, and after just a moment, he nods. “Yes, please,” he answers, but the small part of his brain that’s still got reason left makes him add, “Just… nothing more than a little bruising, ‘kay? Gotta be in decent shape to leave tomorrow.” That same small part of him hates how disappointed he sounds by his own request.
“Course. You know I’ll be careful with you, baby…”
He does know, as much as he might pretend not to.
When Barret starts kneading at the skin of his ass, Cloud tenses slightly. He knows it’s both to warm him up and to warn him of what’s coming. He takes a deep breath and consciously relaxes again as he lets it out slowly. Barret waits for his tiny nod, but somehow the first smack still shocks a gasp out of him. The sound of the impact seems to echo through the room, and he holds his breath for a minute as he wonders if any of the others could hear it through the walls. Thankfully, there’s no sound of footsteps coming toward their door even after a minute or two.
“I want you to focus on how I’m makin’ you feel,” Barret says quietly, the hint of a growl in his voice. “Don’t go drifting on me.”
Cloud shakes his head, maybe a touch too frantic in his denial. “I wasn’t,” he argues, knowing it’s not spacing out that frustrates Barret. It’s when he retreats inside his head and tries to pretend it isn’t happening that bothers him, and that hasn’t happened in… a long time. Not since the second time they did this. Not since he learned to expect the intensity of everything they do. Not since he figured out that he could trust Barret with himself—with this part of himself, at the very least.
He can feel Barret’s gaze burning into him, but after a long minute he seems to accept it as the truth. “…Alright,” he says. “Are you okay to keep goin’?”
“Yeah. Wasn’t… that that got to me,” he says, cheeks warming. Cloud hesitates but eventually admits, “Was just wondering if anyone could hear us.”
He expects Barret to latch onto his concern, to tease him about how he’d probably get off on it if somebody did hear them. Instead, he latches onto… something else entirely. The smug amusement in his voice is still exactly what he expects, though. “Wasn’t what that got to you?” he prods.
Cloud buries his face in the mattress for a moment, swallowing hard before he turns his head to be heard again. They’ve done this enough for him to know by now that Barret isn’t going to let this go until he gets what he wants out of him. “You…” he starts, face feeling like it’s on fire. “…Sp-spanking me, Sir.”
“Hmm…” He can feel Barret’s warm breath on his face as he moves closer to get a good look at him. “That was faster than I expected,” he admits, pulling and pushing at the largest bead as if in reward. Cloud just shrugs, not wanting to confess to anything that might land him in more trouble. “Maybe I’ve trained you too well. Almost gettin’ too easy to break your walls down, sol—baby.”
The near slip-up doesn’t go unnoticed by Cloud, but the fact that he caught it and chose to redirect makes him smile. Just a little. “Maybe, Sir,” he agrees, just to hear Barret’s growl. He huffs out a laugh and threatens, “Could give you more of a challenge, if that’s what you want.”
“Nah,” Barret denies, groping at him again. He spanks Cloud again, and it earns him a throaty groan this time. “I like you all pliant and obedient for me, Cloud.”
Cloud’s eyes blink open, vaguely surprised by the sound of his own name, but he doesn’t turn to look at Barret. “I understand, Sir,” he murmurs, consciously relaxing again… becoming pliant for Barret again. “What—what would you like me to do now?” Becoming obedient for him again.
Becoming whatever he wants, because being wanted is addictive. Because he wants Barret to crave him as often as he craves Barret. Because he wants to be all he ever wants or needs.
Because it’s so much easier than putting his feelings into words.
Because he enjoys submitting every bit as much as Barret enjoys making him submit.
Barret hums in thought, but decides quickly enough, “I want you to count ‘em out for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Cloud hesitates for a moment before asking, “How many…?”
The other man huffs out a laugh. “Until I decide you’ve had enough.” As if he knows exactly what Cloud’s going to ask next, he adds, “I’m only having you count so I know you aren’t drifting too far.” Cloud nods to show that he understands, and then again when Barret asks, “You ready to keep going?”
Barret starts spanking him again, and quickly enough, Cloud feels the warmth blooming over his skin that says his ass and thighs are probably turning a bright red. By ten, he does start drifting, but it’s in the way that his mind and body crave, and the way that Barret doesn’t mind. He never goes far, though, always staying aware and present enough to keep the count going. It’s tempting to just let go entirely, but he resists the urge, determined to do what Barret’s asked of him.
By twenty, Cloud’s feeling the pain of every strike in crystal clarity, and he imagines his own skin turning dark with bruises even though he knows they can’t possibly form that quickly.
By thirty, he’s whining, unable to hold himself back from shifting away from and toward Barret’s hand. There’s no purpose to it, just mindless movements because his brain and body are at war about he wants and he can’t latch on to his own thoughts anymore.
At thirty-four, Cloud gasps, head rearing up and eyes wide. “Sir—!” he starts, his tone urgent because he knows he’ll be in trouble if he doesn’t give Barret a warning. “I—I’m going to—!” Barret’s hand wraps tight around the base of his dick suddenly, and the sound that Cloud makes is mortifyingly close to a sob.
“I don’t think so, baby,” Barret says, chuckling at the pathetic whine that leaves the blond. “You’re not gonna come until I’m inside you.”
Cloud moans, fingers clenching in the sheets. “Then hurry up,” he groans in frustration.
Barret simply laughs again and leans down to kiss Cloud’s back. “’S that how you ask?” he scolds, but his voice is light.
Cloud tries to take a deep breath to calm himself and fails. He huffs. Fuck it, his pride isn’t worth this right now. “Please fuck me, Sir!” he corrects himself, and then, before Barret can prod any more out of him himself: “I need to feel you!”
The older man hums consideringly. “I dunno…” he teases. “I think you just wanna come, don’t you?”
He can’t reasonably deny it, but he can make it more tempting for Barret. “Yes, Sir! Please, I wanna come on your cock! Please fuck me now, Sir!”
Barret hums again, the sound much more pleased this time. “Mm… I ever tell you how pretty you look when you beg for me?” Barret tugs at the anal beads suddenly, making Cloud gasp. The first one pops out and he expects Barret to pause, to give him some reprieve, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going, one slow, seemingly endless tug until every single bead is freed from Cloud’s body, and the blond sobs into his arm. The feeling is overwhelming: the stretch, the stimulation to his sensitive rim, the simple filthy knowledge that every one of those beads was up his ass just moments ago and Barret is staring as he pulls them all out. It’s even worse with how worked up he already is, and Cloud’s positive that he would have come from the feeling if it weren’t for Barret’s tight grip on him.
Cloud laughs with what little breath he can find, a weak smirk taking over his face. “Might’ve mentioned it once or twice…” he says when he manages to remember what they were talking about.
“You should do it more often,” he says, as if Cloud doesn’t wind up begging every time they fuck. “Maybe we should find you a cock cage, keep you nice and desperate.”
Cloud recoils, eyes opening to look at Barret in terror. “No!”
Barret’s head tilts, observing his expression closely. After a long minute he asks, “…That a safeword-worthy no, or an ‘I want it but don’t wanna admit it’ no?”
The blond hesitates. He’s not even entirely sure. Eventually he hedges, “…We can talk about it later, when I’ve got my head on straight.” He kind of can’t believe that he’s even considering it, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time Barret’s made him consider (or do) things that he previously would’ve considered insane.
“Alright,” Barret agrees easily, releasing Cloud’s cock to rub his back soothingly. Cloud nearly sighs in relief, but the downside is that he has to use his own willpower to prevent his orgasm. He’s calmed down a bit as they talked, but not much. He still has to focus on his breathing, on literally anything other than how badly he wants to come.
“…Will you please fuck me now, Sir?” he tries again, voice quiet and helpless.
“Alright, baby,” Barret replies, and Cloud can hear his smile. “You’ve been so good for me, waiting so patiently…”
‘Patient’ probably isn’t the word Cloud would use, but if it gets him what he wants, he isn’t gonna complain. “Thank you, Sir,” he sighs, relaxing into the pillow as he hears the sound of Barret slicking up his cock behind him. He’s learned the hard way that he has to relax, or this isn’t gonna work. At all. Not that it’s difficult to loosen up and wait in anticipation of being fucked into the mattress, especially with how loose he already is from the anal beads. Barret grips the base of Cloud’s cock again as he pushes in, and he’s almost grateful for it this time. They both know damn well that he would’ve come just from that initial stretch, from the head of Barret’s cock breaching him. Cloud moans loudly, rocking back and forcing him farther inside him. “Fuck, that feels good…” he groans, barely aware that he’s speaking aloud until he hears Barret’s breathless chuckle.
“You can come whenever you want now… but I’m not gonna stop fucking you until I do too,” Barret warns.
Cloud nods, and Barret releases his grip on his cock. The moment that he starts pushing deeper, Cloud’s lost, coming with a hoarse shout. He clenches around Barret’s cock, filling him up so goddamn perfectly, and starts fucking himself back on it as soon as the tremors have passed. The truth is, he loves the pain. Loves the shock of oversensitivity, loves the way he can barely breathe around how full he feels, loves how Barret still has more to give him even when he thinks he can’t possibly take him any deeper. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he finds himself muttering after a minute or two, eyes clenched tight. “God, you’re so big,” he groans, and it’s the furthest thing from a complaint.
“That’s it, baby… Take it all…” Barret murmurs distractedly, and when Cloud forces his eyes open again to glance back at him, he sees Barret staring down at where they’re connected with hunger in his eyes. He realizes suddenly that Barret isn’t even moving at all; he’s doing all the work himself, desperately spearing himself open on Barret’s cock. He can’t complain if it makes Barret look at him like that, though.
Cloud keeps rocking back against him but can’t resist panting, “Thought you said you were gonna keep fucking me ‘til you come?”
Barret’s eyes find his, a dark look in them that sends a thrill through Cloud’s whole body. “And I am,” he says, voice low. His fingers dig into Cloud’s hip to stop him from moving again, tight enough to bruise, and then he’s pulling back until only the head of his cock is still inside him. Cloud whines, shaking his head and trying futilely to push back onto him. Then Barret thrusts forward harshly, hard enough to push Cloud a few inches up the bed.
“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you Sir,” he chants mindlessly. Barret’s grip loosens slightly, and Cloud rocks back to meet his next hard thrust, and then every single one after that. He cries out as Barret’s cock rubs over his prostate every time he fucks into him, and before long, he’s hanging his head, panting harshly.
He’s almost surprised by the sight of his own erection returning, bobbing with each of their frantic movements. Just as he’s about to request permission to touch himself, Barret’s wrapping his arm around to stroke his cock himself. His touch is rough and fast, just the way Cloud likes it, and he’s completely hard again in no time at all.
Barret pulls away a minute later, though, with the rough command, “Don’t you dare try to touch yourself. If you’re gonna come again, it’s gonna be from my cock.”
Cloud nods, breathless and too far gone to be upset by the order. His frustration slowly start to reappear as he realizes that he needs more to come, though. And if that ‘more’ isn’t going to be friction for his poor throbbing cock… then he knows what else never fails to get him there.
Cloud keeps meeting each of Barret’s thrusts, trying to focus on the feeling of Barret’s cock inside him. “Please, please,” he finds himself muttering dazedly after a few minutes. “Come inside me, c’mon, please, fill me up! Wanna feel you come, please, Barret!” His voice rises higher and higher until the last few words come out as a yell, and finally, Barret slams into him, clutching his hip tight. Cloud whines as he feels Barret’s cock throb, feels his cum filling him up when he didn’t think he could possibly feel any fuller, and then he’s coming again too, cock spurting onto the sheets below him. He moans loudly, then sighs in relief as he starts to come down from his high. He can hear Barret gasping behind him, and for a long minute, they just sit in silence and try to catch their breath.
Then Barret starts to pull away. Cloud quickly tries to reach back to stop him, only to be reminded that his wrists are still cuffed to the bed. “Wait!” he cries. Barret freezes, and before he can get any ideas that he’s done something wrong, Cloud forces the words out. “Just… don’t move yet, please? I just…” His thoughts are starting to become more coherent again, but he’s grateful for the lingering haze. He doesn’t think he could say what he does without it. “I just wanna feel your cock and your cum filling me up a little longer, please…”
The shocked silence makes the embarrassment a little sharper, and he’s just about to try to take it back when Barret murmurs, “Alright, baby… I won’t pull out yet, okay? But let’s at least get you outta these handcuffs.”
Cloud nods his permission, and Barret stretches to unlock them. Cloud rubs at his wrists for a few moments and wiggles his fingers, and then he’s suddenly being pulled backward with a surprised shout. “What are—?!” He cuts himself off as he’s settled in Barret’s lap. Somehow, it gets him even deeper, and Cloud gives a quiet, overwhelmed whine.
Barret leans back against the wall, then wraps his arms around Cloud. “Lean back,” he urges quietly. “Then we can both be a little more comfortable and you can keep warming my cock for a while, hm?”
The words are murmured into his nape, and Cloud shudders. He’s not even sure whether Barret’s trying to tease him or not, but the idea is… more than a little appealing. He bites his lip, and after a long minute, he asks in a rough whisper, “Next time, can I… can we do that?”
“Hmm?” Barret hums obliviously, lost in his own post-orgasm daze, but eventually he gets it. “Oh?” he asks, voice taking on that taunting tone that Cloud hates to love. “You wanna be my cockwarmer?” Cloud’s heart skips several beats and he nods, face flushed and throat choked with humiliation. Barret presses a kiss to his neck and nods. “Alright, if that’s what you want, baby. God, you’re always so good for me.”
A part of Cloud knows that the compliment is just Barret trying to ease him back to reality gently; a part of him is too busy being swamped with sudden exhaustion and the emotions that come with the rush of hormones to care. He leans back more comfortably against Barret, nuzzling into his neck and making him chuckle. “Thank you, Sir…” he mumbles sleepily.
“You’re welcome, baby…” He waits a few more minutes, until he’s sure his words will register, to say, “You’re sleeping in here tonight, got it, Cloud?” Cloud’s brows furrow, but he’s too tired to argue. Barret must sense that he wants to, though, because he adds, “I wanna make sure you actually sleep this time. And eat. And do something about those bruises.” He worms a finger between their bodies to poke pointedly at one of the bruises forming on Cloud’s ass, and the blond lets out an undignified yelp. He pulls away to glare at him, and Barret laughs. “Don’t pout at me; just let me take care of you this time.”
‘This time,’ he keeps saying. As if he doesn’t take care of Cloud every time they do this. As if he doesn’t always feed him and take care of any physical damage and let him sleep curled in his arms and let him cry without comment after particularly intense scenes. As if he’s still trying to pretend as hard as Cloud is that this doesn’t mean anything by now.
“…Alright,” Cloud says eventually, ducking back into Barret’s neck so they can’t see each other’s expressions. “Guess I can do that.”
“Good.” Barret hesitates but eventually says, “We will have to move at some point to do all that, though.”
Cloud sighs. “Yeah. Just… Just give me a few more minutes.”
The feeling of Barret’s fingers carding gently through his hair almost surprises him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you need.”