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Pink didn’t need to be told twice. He skinned out his clothes in record time, tossing them over his desk chair.
Mordant stayed still, leaning against the door, lanky and relaxed, legs spread, boots still on, jeans tugged down and a lazy hand tugging on his cock as he watched Pink scramble.
“How?” Pink asked him, suddenly assailed by nerves as he stood by the bed. “How do you want me?”
Mordant stepped forward, pulling off his hoodie and his t-shirt and chucking them after Pink’s on to the chair. He bent to undo his laces.
“Face down,” he said. “Spread your legs.”
Jesus. Pink shuddered.
Mordant looked at him consideringly. “Will that be all right for your arm?” he asked.
“Yeah, if we’re careful,” Pink said. There was no way he was going to stop this now, bad wrist or not. He did as Mordant bid, propping himself up on his elbows, legs flat on the bed, oversensitive to the sound of Mordant working his jeans down his legs, the faint susurration as they followed the rest of their clothes in being tossed onto the chair.
“There’s lube and condoms in the bedside drawer,” Pink told him. Mordant ignored him, the mattress dipping as he knelt on the bed between Pink’s spread knees. Pink felt a twinge of panic and began to turn over. “Condoms...” he said again.
Mordant’s palm landed in the small of his back, holding him in place without any real force. “Not yet,” he said. “We’re not there yet. Don’t worry.”
Pink relaxed. “Okay,” he said. He shivered. “Okay.”
“Trust me?” Mordant said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder-blade.
Pink had to think about it. Unwise choices had been the hallmark of some of his previous sexual encounters. That was what had got him so badly fucked over by Malcolm. “Yeah,” he said, finally. “I trust you.”
Mordant’s chest was warm against his back and then there was cool air as he pulled away. “Shut your eyes,” he said.
Pink did as he was bid and shivered again as Mordant began pressing a line of soft, hot kisses down his spine. He felt Mordant’s hot, hard cock brush against his thigh and then away again. Mordant reached his tailbone and his tongue flickered down into the top of Pink’s crease. Pink’s hips gave an involuntary twitch. His erection was pressing uncomfortably against the sheets and he reached underneath himself to adjust it with his good arm.
Mordant caught his hand, drawing it out and pinning it against the bed gently but firmly beside the other hand.
“No,” he said. “As you were, please. No touching.”
Pink dropped his forehead to his wrists and heard himself give a muffled moan; Mordant laughed quietly, kissing his shoulder as he drew back again. “Not fair!” Pink whined.
“No,” Mordant agreed affably. “You said you wanted me to be in charge. You didn’t say you wanted it to be fair.”
Pink made a grumbling sound of acknowledgement under his breath. “Get on with it then,” he said. “Stop mucking about.” He arched his back and rubbed his backside against Mordant’s hip where Mordant was hovering over him, wringing a satisfying shudder out of Mordant as he ground against his cock.
“Brat,” Mordant said, and smacked his arse.
Pink’s cock gave an answering throb. “Ouch,” Pink said, unconvincingly.
Mordant laughed and did it again.
This time Pink couldn’t stifle a groan. “Mordant,” he said. “Please...”
“Please what?” Mordant said, resuming his kissing where he’d left off, at the top of Pink’s crease.
His breath was warm and moist against Pink’s skin and his knees were holding Pink’s thighs open and when he finally took hold of Pink’s hips, held him still, and licked, Pink couldn’t help twisting and trying to move away. It was too much.
“Mordant!” he half-shouted.
Mordant stopped licking, but his grip on Pink’s hip bones was firm. “What?” he asked, innocently.
“I... fuck... what...” Pink couldn’t manage a coherent sentence.
“Shh,” Mordant said. “Unless you want me to stop?”
Pink shook his head.
“What’s your colour?” Mordant asked him.
“Green,” Pink said immediately. “Bloody hell. Green.”
Mordant huffed a laugh that Pink felt against his hole and then Mordant’s thumbs were spreading his buttocks and Mordant’s tongue was taking him apart. Flicking and circling with the tip, laving with the flat, reducing Pink to no more than a creature of sensation. Pink was pushing up, into Mordant’s face, arching his back like a cat, breath rough, unable to stifle the moans and whimpers Mordant was wringing out of him.
Lifting his hips meant his cock and balls hung free between his legs and Mordant’s big, warm hand cupped and stroked and tugged in time with his tongue until Pink was sobbing for breath. He propped himself up on his elbows again, head hanging low.
“Please,” he heard himself saying. “Please, Mordant. Please, please let me, I want to come, I want to come, please, please fuck me, please...”
“Not yet,” Mordant said in a low, wrecked voice, not stopping. “Don’t you dare come yet. Not ‘til I tell you. You wait. Do you understand? And stay off your wrist.”
Pink could only moan and Mordant stopped and slapped his cheek again. It stung and it was too much and not enough all at once and Pink said, “Yes, yes, I’ll wait, I can wait, please, don’t stop, please, just don’t stop.” He was gasping for air and he couldn’t keep still. Mordant slapped him again on the other side and Pink groaned.
“You like that,” Mordant said.
“Yes, yes, I like it,” Pink gasped. The sensation was almost, but not quite, too much, his pleasure and pain receivers cross-wired somewhere in his stupid brain.
“You want me to do it again?” Mordant asked him. “Does it turn you on?”
“Yes,” Pink said. “Yeah, please.” All of a sudden it didn’t feel so much of a game. It felt like something he needed.
Mordant’s voice was soft and low. He rubbed a hand over Pink’s arse, soothing the sting. “Remember your colours, then,” he said.
“Yes,” Pink agreed. “Green, orange, red.”
“Good,” Mordant told him. “Ready? I’m going to give you three on each side.”
“Ready,” Pink whispered.
Mordant’s hand came down briskly, one-two-three on his right buttock. Hard. Then on the left. One-two-three. Pink yelped. He couldn’t help it. The stinging smack spread to a warm, tingling sensation and he felt himself begin to float a little bit more, relaxing under Mordant’s hand.
“More?” Mordant asked softly.
“Please,” Pink replied equally quietly. Suddenly it was easy to keep still. He felt relaxed and warm and safe. The whole mood of the encounter changed to one of soft intimacy.
“Okay,” Mordant said. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Pink told him. “Please.”
He let his head hang, relaxed his spine, and waited.
Smack-smack-smack on one side. Then on the other. Again and again. The tingling warmth spread under his skin until it was all he could think about. His breath was coming in great gasps and all of a sudden he began to laugh, the endorphins finally hitting him as hard as Mordant was.
“Colour?” Mordant asked him, pausing.
“Green,” he told him. “Green, god.” He couldn’t stop the gasping laughs each time Mordant’s hand made contact.
“Jesus, Pink,” he was vaguely aware of Mordant saying, “you have no idea...” before he gulped in air again and floated off.
“Need you to fuck me,” he heard himself saying and realised it was true. “I need you inside me, please Mordant,” he said.
There was a brief moment where he realised Mordant was moving, getting the condoms and lube... then one of Mordant’s big hands was on his hip, holding him still and his fingers were circling Pink’s hole. He shuddered as Mordant slipped inside, one finger, two fingers, curling them to skim over his prostate in passing, stretching, working him open for his cock.
Pink moaned at the thought of it as Mordant stroked his spot again, curling his spine and pushing his bottom back and up, back onto his hand. “I need to come,” he muttered. “Please, Mordant. Please.”
“Shh,” Mordant told him. “When I’m ready.” He slid his fingers in and out again and Pink shuddered.
“I’ve got you,” Mordant said. “Ready?”
“Yeah, god, yeah,” Pink breathed, feeling Mordant’s cockhead line up and begin to push inside. He relaxed and bore down and they slid together in a smooth glide that left Pink gasping. “So good,” he moaned, finally losing the strength to hold himself up on his elbows and dropping his chest to the sheets.
Mordant’s hands were on his hips, holding him still.
“Gonna fuck you,” Mordant said, voice low and rasping. “Gonna fuck you till you come, Pink. You’re going to come on my cock, you’re going to scream for me, do you hear me?”
Pink moaned. “Do it,” he said. “Just do it, will you?”
He couldn’t keep himself still any longer and rocked forward and then back against Mordant. That was it. Mordant was drilling into him, over and over, pushing him higher and higher, hitting his spot every time. The stinging in his buttocks, the floating, dazed sensation, the impetus to laughter, it all coalesced in his balls.
He began to come.
