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modernlovedespair · 20 days ago

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Impromptu performances

modernlovedespair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63614527

Summary:

Jose feels overwhelmed with concern anytime they’re experimenting with power play these days. Not for the first time, he thinks to himself, “We need a better system.” / In the aftermath of a pretty amazing fuck, Brock freaks out upon remembering something he said.

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Jose limited knowledge of Brock’s behavior when getting fucked used to be all about the soft-spoken directions he would give him, his short breaths, the small noises he would make, and the many kisses he would crave.

He would find out his reactions shift at times and how spectacular it is to witness. Brock gasping papi all fucked out and precious was something out of this world.

Bent over his knee, ass up, the slaps echoing in the room. Brock wrecked voice begging for him to fuck him. Prepping him carefully. Keeping up with the light spanking for him. Witnessing him reach that soft and beautiful place. Almost no words leave his mouth when he’s fully immersed except the occasional “Thank you Papi fuck.” His moans all desperate and loud, the way it only happens when they’re playing like that.

He nudges him on his back and finally, gives in to what they both want and takes him hard. Brock lets out a single “daddy” out of his mouth as he cries out in pleasure. Daddy? That’s new. Why is this so freaking hot? Eyes closed; chest covered with sweat. Moaning loudly. His delightful sounds moved Jose to the chord. Holding himself back from being too rough. On the verge of breaking at times. Brock begging making his cock twitch every time. Never reaching the limit between playing rough and pounding his ass and using him like a sex toy. Not without them discussing their boundaries more clearly. Brock comes with a cry all blissful and spent.

Jose pulls out as he knows how oversensitive he gets. He doesn’t do anything about his pending orgasm, he much prefers to focus on Brock aftercare. He wants to ensure Brock receives everything he could ever need. He grabs a warm cloth to clean off their beautiful mess.

Earlier that day, Brock texted him that he should just come in when he would arrive. He had expected him to be in his drag room busy doing some cameo or whatever work he had been focused on. Jose had been caught completely off guard. The sight he had been welcomed with was so enticing he had been on the verge of losing every ounce of self-control he had been right at the start.

Brock welcomed him, fingering himself on the couch while listening to Lana Del Rey, all smiley and so delighted to be found out, causing Jose to breathe out the dirtiest things he ever told Brooke. At one point he slapped Brock’s ass and as Brock gasped “Fuck do that again,” Jose answered, “Say please.” To which Brock laughed and smirked at him. He felt the desire right then and there to spank the living shit out of him right on that couch.

Should he have said, “Wait, we need to talk about all this before we go any further”? In a perfect world, he would have been good and responsible. Instead, he signalled Brock to come over to the bed.

He got up to calm himself down and had sat on Brock’s bed. Brock had followed him in the room. He looked so delicate and small all of a sudden, leaning on the wall. “Jose please.”

“Please what?” Brock got on the bed and reached for Jose’s brief. “Please Jose,” all teasing and hot. Perfectly placed to get spanked while sucking his dick. He did it, experimentally. At one point, Brock couldn’t seem to multitask and bent himself fully on Jose’s knee. “Please, papi, yes.” Jose spanked him a few times, not too hard. The begging kept going. So he did it again and again while fingering him. Alternating between spanks and caresses. After ten, Brock looked so peaceful and soft.

Brock trusting him as much makes him feel lucky. They seem to relish pushing each other’s boundaries further every time. Jose never took for granted the privilege, nor the responsibility it represents when Brock surrenders like that. Brock is still in control whenever they play like that, however much he acts like a bratty sub these days. Jose used to be the bratty one. He still is at times. Brock just seems to have found out just how fun it can be to play with Jose this way too.

As his lover is snuggled to his chest, a soft “Jose” is whispered as Jose is running his fingers through his beautiful curly blond hair, “Hum?” he answers content and comfy. As he looks down, he notices how his lover is biting his lips. His eyes are slightly open, but he isn’t looking into his eyes. He feels him stressing out by the way Brock is getting restless and moving away from him.

“Baby, are you okay?”Brock doesn’t love to talk, while enjoying his afterglow, and he’s still in the sweet deep space, he gets in from time to time. He isn’t anymore.

Brock moves to his side. Jose does the same and faces him. He notices the redness on his cheeks. As he reaches for Brock’s lips, still caught in his teeth.

“What’s going on, beautiful?”

Brock is moving and getting up. “I need a glass of water, do you want one?”

Hearing the bathroom door close and lock before he has time to answer.

Jose is dressing up because this is what they agreed on. No lingering when they do this, unless they have already agreed on spending a longer amount of time together. Brock likes to be organized and always has been. This might be a good thing cause he knows he would hang out all day without any problem. He wants Brock to be comfortable. But this dynamic is different. When they play like that. At times it can get complicated since Brock doesn’t love to talk about the kind of sex they have been having ever since the beginning of the pandemic. This level of exploration between them is new and he tries to be receptive to Brock’s needs every time.

He grabs their two half-filled glasses of water from the bedside table and fills them up in the kitchen. He decides to wait there and give him some space.

“Jose?” Brock calls him, his voice slightly stressed. He knows this tone of voice. Worries he might be dropping. He moves as calmly as possible to the bedroom. “For you” Brock takes it, doesn’t meet his eyes.”Thank you.” He watches Brock sit on the bed. He seems to be cold. He is still completely naked and that is something he noticed too, ever since they have gotten further in their exploration. It can take Brock time to be able to take care of himself when they end their game. He gets a blanket for Brock “Can I?” Brock doesn’t answer, nor reach for it as he would usually do. Instead, he stares at the floor. “Are you cold?” Then Brock gets a sheet and enrolls himself with it. “no”

“You want me to go? “

"I don’t know”

“I’ll be right back.” He goes to the bathroom and sits down. He feels his stomach twists.He feels overwhelmed with concern anytime they’re experimenting with power play these days. Not for the first time, he thinks to himself, “We need a better system.”

He hears some loud ruffling in the other room and wonders what Brock is doing out there.

When they were boyfriends, they didn’t discuss using a safe word. They used to play, but it was light compared to what they’re into now. Their sex life was filled with impatient, passionate reunion sex followed by sweet lovemaking. They would play outside of these lines sometimes. Those times they would ask each other “Is that okay?” They would slow down and check up on one another. On the rare occasions, Brock had wanted him to fuck his face or when Jose had wanted Brock to ride his, they used some non-verbal cues. It worked for them at the time.

Lately, anytime Jose has asked Brock “is that okay “he has felt Brock’s light irritation. Brock revealed to him that it takes him out of the moment to be asked that while they’re playing like that. Yet, not checking up on one another isn’t an option, especially since they’re way less in tune emotionally than when they were together.

He hasn’t doubted Brock consented to everything they just did. Brock had been vocal about what he wanted. He loves how much Brock trusts him. When Brock gets into his trance-like state, he looks so blissed out. He doesn’t remember Brock going to subspace when they used to date. He can’t be sure if he indeed experienced it. All he knows is how beautiful it is to witness Brock let himself go completely. The thing is he often gets quieter than usual after their game.

Lately, Jose keeps wondering, what if I get too rough and hurt him? Their lack of a clear system or safeword isn’t working for him anymore. They need a way to be able to make sure they’re both comfortable with what they do, all the while doing it. He has been reading the distracted traffic light system and has been wanting to talk to Brock about it earlier. He feels he might need a safeword of his own too. He got distracted by the sight of Brock fingering himself and asking him to spank him again….

He stops himself from going back to the rabbit hole of their last-hour encounter. They just need to talk.

He must have been in there for a maximum of five minutes, but the bed is made. Brock is dressed in a black sweater and a sweater. He’s facing him sitting on the bed, seemingly waiting for him.

“I don’t have a daddy kink, “leaving his mouth as soon as Jose faces him.

“I know you don’t.”

So this is where Brock’s mind has been. He kind of had a feeling this discussion might come up eventually.

It is far from the first time Brock has called him papi. Not the first time he has gasped papi while having sex. Jose never freaked out upon Brock calling him this.

He thought they might both like it when the mood is right?

It is the first time they have explored spanking. He wonders, as it takes on Brock’s shy expression, is it possible Brock hasn’t expected he would feel like calling him that when getting spanked?

Brock called him daddy earlier, and he’s not gonna lie, he found it hot.

“Are you gonna say anything Jose?”

“Brock.” He sits down beside him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. It’s just. ‘Thank you papi fuck?’ What is wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Oh, so it’s about that.

“Why don’t you freak out more about this?”

“You call me papi all the time so no I don’t freak out.”

“I don't say it while we’re having sex and never have I said it like that.”

He looks at Jose. Jose just puts his hand on his and smiles at him softly. There is no judgment.

As Brock takes in his expression, he hides his face in the crook of Jose’s neck.

“It has happened before, hasn’t it?”

Jose smiles at him. “A few times ever since we started this I gue.”

Brock lies down on the bed on his side. Jose lies on his side facing Brock’s back. He touches Brock tentatively. “Is that okay?”

“I called you daddy earlier,” Brock turns to face Jose, looking at him expectantly.

“You did.”

“I haven’t called you that before.”

“You haven’t.”

“I never meant to say it.”

“Subspace is surprising at times or so I read.” He tries his best to look as casual about it as possible. He’s kind of a novice regarding the owl BDSM lingo but he feels grateful they are talking it out.

Let’s just say he has done a lot of research ever since they started doing this. He found out about himself, he is a pleasure dom. Who would have thought? He can't help smirking while thinking about the content he feels every time he provides Brock intense pleasure.

“Don’t act so smug. “

“What?”

“You look proud, “smiling and then playfighting.

“It makes me feel soft inside more than proud.”"

“Soft Hum?”Pulling Jose so he is on top.

“Is it wrong for me to love making you feel good?’

“Jose.” Brock getting on top.

“Hum?” Delighted to be under Brock.

“I don’t remember you coming earlier.”

“Not today, that’s okay.”

Brock goes back to his side, caressing Jose’s arms, “Is what we are doing lately turning you off?”

“Look at me, I love what we do.” Jose won’t allow Brock to even entertain that idea. He loves it. Love it. “The way you look all blissed out, I just…” prefer to focus on you when you are in this deep.

“You take such good care of me’ Does he have telepathy powers or something?

“I try.” Brock kisses him deeply. They get lost in their kisses and it feels amazing.

“Let me take care of you now,” Brock says as he reaches for his pants. Jose stops him. Brock looks hurt.

“I want that so much.” He lies on his side, Brock does the same. “I just need to talk to you about something before getting distracted again,” Brock looks at him expectantly.’I think we need a system, maybe a safeword too.”

Brogck beats him to it, “I read about the traffic light system, is that what you have in mind?”

Series this work belongs to:

Part 1 of Before sunrise

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