Chris takes Marlo into his mouth and adds a second finger. 

His eyes have rolled upwards and every breath he takes sounds like a sob.

Chris takes his mouth off Marlo's cock, says "whether you finish or not I'm going to fuck you anyway," and continues to suck him. 

Chris has trained dozens of people in oral sex technique. He is very, very good at it.

That's — that's permission, right — 

He goes quiet and very still just before he finishes. 

Chris swallows it down, replaces his fingers with his cock, and kisses Marlo.

He's warm and glowing and so full and so, so relaxed. He kisses Chris back, a little bit clumsy about it.

Chris fucks Marlo slowly and evenly, with a steady rhythm. He doesn't make noise.

He bites the place where Marlo's shoulder meets his neck.

"You're mine."

Slightly frantic nod. "I'm yours," he agrees.

"Mine, my Marlo, my property... you're going to be so good for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," reverent and halfway moaned. 

He's hard again. 

"You like being mine," he comments. "You like being good for me."

"I do," very very softly. 

"I wonder if you can come again. I would be proud of you if you could."

He whimpers at proud of you, presses his hips into Chris's; he'd be clinging to Chris if he could. 

"You like praise," he says thoughtfully, "you like being owned... If you beg me for it I'll touch your dick."

Another frantic nod. "Please Chris please — please touch me, please —" 

"I don't know, I'm not sure if you really want it."

The sound he makes is almost a sob. 

"Please — want, to be able, to make you proud —" 

Oh, Marlo's so precious. 

Chris wraps a hand around his dick and jerks him off. "You keep talking like that and I might just finish. And then where will you be?"

"Tied up — in your bed — yours," between gasps. 

"You're so sweet," he says, moving faster and harder, "the things you say make me want to come--"

A sharp, high-pitched whimper. He pulls against the rope and presses his whole body up into Chris and his eyes roll back when he comes. 

Chris finishes shortly afterward.

"You are a marvel."

"Thank you," very soft. "I love you," even softer. 

(How had he gone his entire life not knowing how good it could be —) 

Chris unties him. "I should make you talk about your sexual fantasies insofar as you have figured out what they are, both because it would be useful and because you would be very embarrassed and that would be hot."