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Haytham/Charles, chains of command
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)Comply 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 12:58 am (UTC)(link)It takes four words and a particular half-smile to make Charles leave the others at their table in the Green Dragon Inn, following Haytham like the dogs he loves so much.
"Come with me, Charles."
Haytham is well aware that the others know, or at least suspect, why they are leaving. Haytham is also sure that they will keep their mouths firmly closed. These men are his brothers-in-arms, trustworthy comrades. Well, for the most part. Hickey snickers into his ale as Charles gets up, mutters something that could be 'bugger' or 'butter' or perhaps even 'bummer'.
"Yes, sir," Charles says, and in mere moments, Haytham is upstairs, unlocking the door to his room. Charles jogs up the last few steps, reaching the upper floor just in time to see Haytham step through the threshold.
Haytham counts the seconds: six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He doesn't turn around when he hears the familiar footsteps stop just a few metres too far away. He concentrates on taking his hat and cloak off instead. Charles hovers at the open doorway, awaiting the order.
Haytham does not make him wait for very long. His voice is firm, but not harsh. Soft, but strong.
"Come in. Lock the door behind you."
He does not need to see Charles' face to know that he allows himself a slight smile, as he takes two measured steps forward. The soft sound of the lock turning is a comfort, and it is only then that Haytham faces the other man.
He gives the smile he knows Charles loves to see, and steps toward him.
"Close your eyes," he says. Charles takes a deep breath, and his eyes flutter shut. "Stay still."
He gets as close as he can to Charles without actually touching him. Haytham leans forward, breathing softly on his skin, dips his head into the crook between shoulder and throat. His hand brushes Charles' wrist, skims upwards toward the shoulder slowly.
Charles does not even tremble, to his credit. He simply breathes, slowly and evenly. Haytham is not fooled by this facade of calmness and control. Charles' skin is flushing, his arousal mostly hidden by his ornate clothes.
Haytham brings his head back up, and runs his lips along Charles' mouth. Charles breathes in sharply, through his nose. The hand at Charles' shoulder slides to his collar, and then to his cravat. Haytham hooks his fingers through the lace, just as he gives Charles a rough, biting kiss. He worries Charles' lower lip with his teeth for a moment, before kissing again, forcing his tongue into Charles' pliant mouth.
Charles' tongue flexes slightly, and he swallows, almost certainly involuntarily. That's far better than he used to do. It's high time for a reward.
"Kiss me," Haytham snarls, pulling back a moment. He pulls the untied cravat from around Charles' neck, and drops it to the floor. He deftly undoes the buttons of Charles' waistcoat, as Charles gives a desperate sound and instigates the next kiss as best he can without moving, and without opening his eyes. He almost misses Haytham's mouth, but it feels good nonetheless.
Haytham slips his hands beneath the heavy coat and the waistcoat beneath it, shucking them off onto the floor.
"Shirt," he orders, between harsh, nipping kisses.
Charles obeys, fingers fumbling at his clothes. Haytham unties Charles' hair with one hand, and Charles' breeches with the other. He pushes Charles firmly, but not cruelly, backwards onto the bed, then pulls away, taking Charles' trousers with him. Haytham unbuttons Charles' boots hastily, pulling them and the bunched-up fabric off long, pale legs. Charles manages to wrench his shirt from his arms, and tosses it to the side, where it falls to the floor. Usually, he would insist on folding his clothes and putting them away properly, but tonight is an exemption to the rule.
Haytham takes his own boots off, and climbs onto the bed. He runs a hand along Charles' collarbone, then up toward his cheekbone. Charles' eyes are still closed, and his small clothes are doing little to hide his interest in this turn of events. Time for a change of pace, then.
"Pleasure me," Haytham murmurs into Charles' ear. "With your mouth. Look me in the eyes."
Charles' eyes snap open, though whether from surprise or from obedience, Haytham is unsure. Haytham props himself up against the headboard, and splays his legs meaningfully.
I need to go to bed. Aaaargh. There will be more tomorrow!
Re: Comply 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 02:28 am (UTC)(link)Re: Comply 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 03:37 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 08:37 am (UTC)(link)*FLAIL* DON'T STOP THERE, ANON.
But no, seriously, this is really good. I like how it seems to imply Haytham has already trained him a little by doing it before. Can't wait for the next part. <3
Comply 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)Charles' gaze is steady, his ice-grey eyes fixed on Haytham's own. His right hand fumbles with the buttons of Haytham's breeches, yanking them down as far as he can while Haytham is still seated like this. Charles' head dips further, and Haytham can feel his mouth, hot and wet, sucking at him through the light fabric of his small clothes, and it's all he can do to stop his hips from jerking forward.
Haytham lets a small moan escape his throat, and Charles' mouth twitches into half a smile for a second. He moves with renewed enthusiasm, lapping with his tongue and scraping with his teeth. Charles unties his small clothes deftly, and applies his mouth to Haytham's flesh proper, taking him in completely.
Haytham sighs contentedly, and runs a hand through Charles' hair. He bobs his head, using his tongue to tease wickedly, sucking in the way he's learnt Haytham enjoys. Haytham cannot help but groan, hips twitching.
"Enough," he says, after one more blissful moment. As enjoyable as this is, the point of tonight is control. There will be plenty of opportunity to fuck Charles' face at some other time. "Smalls off."
Charles hesitates, so Haytham gives a sharp tug on his hair. He slides off with a wet sound, yanks his small clothes off, and watches with baited breath as Haytham rummages in the bedside table for a vial of grease.
"One," Haytham says, pressing it into Charles' hand. He settles back, and unties his own hair, as Charles coats his fingers. Haytham slowly pulls at the buttons of his jacket, and curls his other hand around his cock.
Charles braces himself on one hand, and leans back, reaching down and pressing one finger inside himself. His expression twists with the effort to stay relaxed, and his cheeks are flushing at the sight of Haytham stroking himself to this spectacle. He withdraws the finger slowly, then pushes back in.
"Faster," Haytham murmurs, at the third button down. Charles obliges, sliding his hand faster. When his brow ceases its furrowing, and his breathing grows heavier, Haytham speaks again.
"Two."
Charles reapplies grease to his hand, and obeys, letting out a light hiss. Haytham rewards him with a slight smile. He shucks off his jacket, and undoes his necktie. He traces circles on the head of his cock lazily, relishing the way Charles bites his bottom lip, wanting.
Charles flexes his fingers, stretching as much as he can. Haytham waits until the pain vanishes from his face.
"Three. Go deeper."
Charles lets out a grunt of pain as he forces slicked fingers back in. After a moment, he hisses and his hips jerk, evidently having managed to brush against that sweet spot deep within. Haytham slips his shirt over his shoulders, and works his hand just a little faster. He groans, both from pleasure and appreciation of the sight before him.
Charles' head falls back, and he gives a long, low moan. His breath hitches. Clearly, he is ready for more.
"Stop," Haytham says. "Get off the bed."
Charles looks at him, evidently confused. He complies regardless. Haytham slides down the bed, and lies back. Gives Charles a winning smile.
"Impale yourself."
Re: Comply 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Comply 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)Comply 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 01:13 am (UTC)(link)The feeling, as always, is glorious. Charles' expression is one of concentration, mingled with a little discomfort. Haytham lets himself relax as he is slowly enveloped by wonderfully constricting heat.
He gives an appreciative hum when Charles is fully settled, half a smile and a sun-kissed hand caressing a pale hipbone as thanks. He waits until Charles' breath no longer shudders, and the man glances at him quizzically, as if to say 'what do you want me to do?'.
Oh, there are many things Haytham could command. 'Ride me' is one option he particularly likes the idea of. Sitting back, letting Charles do all the hard work… it certainly is tempting. However, that sort of thing is likely to cause a lot of noise, is best reserved for a longer, more romantic night. While Johnson and the others may be discreet and tight-lipped about that which does not concern them, they are in a busy tavern in the middle of Boston.
Haytham pulls himself into a sitting position, and cocks his head to one side as he thinks. He simply gazes at Charles, until Charles opens his mouth to speak, and Haytham lays a finger on his lips.
"Silence," he says. He twists his legs underneath Charles, grips his hips and shoulders, and flips them both over, eliciting a choked gasp from Charles at the sudden movement. Charles looks both surprised and mildly annoyed to find himself now on his back, with Haytham kneeling, holding Charles in place.
Charles raises an eyebrow, as if to ask 'what on earth are you doing?'. Haytham smirks.
"Silence," he repeats himself. Without warning, Haytham hoists one of Charles' legs up, onto his shoulder, and thrusts hard. Charles' eyes widen almost impossibly, his body tenses, and he inhales sharply.
Haytham gives him little time to recover, starting up a rapid rhythm meant to shatter them both as fast as possible. Seeing Charles' brow crease and mouth tighten and the sheen of sweat on his skin, feeling the way his body tries to arch, to clench, to do something… it's enough to make Haytham fear he won't last. It's all Haytham can do to keep his moans so quiet, he can't imagine how difficult complete silence must be for Charles.
To Charles' credit, only the faintest of whines escape his throat, and the harshest of breaths abscond his mouth. From the concentration on his face and the tightness in his muscles, he's barely holding himself together, very nearly at his limit.
He can still go just a little further.
"Touch yourself," Haytham orders, breathlessly. "Make yourself come. Now."
Charles obeys. His breaths are even harsher, more ragged than before, his back arching and hips grinding more urgently. His hand is near enough a blur, and Haytham is careful to muffle what little noise Charles cannot stop with rough kisses.
After a desperate-sounding gasp, Charles suddenly stiffens, even more so than before. His body trembles, and his mouth opens in a silent scream against Haytham's own. There is a sudden feeling of wet heat on Haytham's stomach, and he nearly comes right alongside Charles. The thoughts that he has made this happen, that Charles adores him so much, that he will follow any order given: they give Haytham a strange kind of pride, something that is very nearly a power trip.
He only needs a few more desperate thrusts to come, biting into Charles' shoulder to muffle his cry.
Charles is still limp, catching his breath when Haytham has recovered enough to pull out and start cleaning them both up. These sessions always exhaust Charles, and it's no wonder, considering that he always ends up doing all the hard work.
He wipes grease and semen from Charles' body, combs his hair out of his face, checks that he hasn't injured Charles in any way other than a couple of bite marks and a bruise or two.
"Well done," Haytham says, softly, fondly. "You were excellent. I'm proud of you."
He rearranges the sheets (which somehow escaped their obscene activities almost completely unscathed) around Charles, pushes his pillow beneath his head. Charles gives a low mumble of appreciation.
"I'm lucky to have you," Haytham says. "Thank you."
It's important to make sure Charles knows how important he is. How much this is appreciated, how much his compliance and obedience means. Before he settles in the narrow bed next to Charles, Haytham makes sure to pick up all their discarded garments and fold them neatly, the way Charles likes them to be.
Though Charles' eyes are closed Haytham knows he is not yet quite asleep. He runs a thumb along Charles' brow, then down to his jaw, finally running over his lips. He gives Charles another kiss, this one small and sweet and chaste as opposed to the wrecked, needy hunger of earlier.
Sorry I just have a thing for super-fluffy aftercare...
Re: Comply 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-03-07 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)