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mateoweston · 4 years ago

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PATIENCE → PARA

who: mateo weston, rory flanagan ( @switch-it-up-rory )

when: february 7th

where: mateo’s room

warnings: first sexy scene! smut!

Mateo Weston

He was excited. He was for most scenes but as evidence had proven, hanging out with Rory was always interesting to say the least. Mateo usually liked to think of himself as good at reading people and went into most scenes with a general idea of how his partners would react. With Rory, he wasn’t so sure. There was a big chance he’d be true to his declaration and be patient, but Mateo was mostly curious to see what it would take to change that. By the time Rory knocked on the door, Mat had long finished setting up and easily waved him into the room. “We’ll take this to my room this time,” he pointed out, grin tugging at his lips, as he led the way there. Cuffs were already attached to the head of his bed and a variety of implements and toys were laid out on it. Some extra lengths of rope. A cock ring. Lube. A vibrating wand with a masturbator attachment. He wanted it all on display so Rory could get a look ahead of time, be it to give him a preview or give a chance to voice if he wasn’t into something after all. Closing the door behind them, he strolled over to perch against the edge of his desk for now. “So, you brought all that patience of yours?”

Rory Flanagan

The more Rory was getting to know Mateo, the weirder things were. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, per se, but Rory was used to being the one with all the surprises up his sleeve, to be the one to catch people out with his random anecdotes of his life before Florida, and general quirks of his personality, and varied interests. But Mat seemed to have Rory beat almost every time, and this new revelation about more explicit scenes was definitely something. The Irish lad never cared what was going on with people, as it was their own shit to figure out, and he'd keep this secret to the grave, but he was definitely curious for what the Dominant had to offer. They had stepped into the Dominant's bedroom, and Rory curiously looked around the space, eyebrows raising at everything was laid out. "Very prepared, Sir," He commnted, pointing to the bed, "Or like do you just have your shit lying about like this?" At Mateo's question, he shrugged, because he didn't know how to answer questions he didn't really liked being asked. "To show, like a famous ogre, I have more than one layer. A patience layer or some shit, I don't know."

Mateo Weston

The smile on his face turned into more of a grin as Rory talked. He truly thought it was impossible to be bored in his presence and while that was always entertaining, it also intrigued him. Especially now that he’d gotten to see a little more of Rory, he was curious what other layers that onion was hiding, to go with the presented metapher. “Well, I’m looking forward to testing that patience, then. Either way, we’re gonna have a good time,” he promised, gaze travelling down Rory’s body and then back up. After a brief moment of consideration, he pushed himself off his desk and slowly closed the distance between them, hands settling on Rory’s hips. “Tell me your safeword,” he requested, thumbs rubbing slow circles against the other’s hipbones. He knew it, of course, but wanted to bring it to both of their attention before they really got into this.

Rory Flanagan

Rory acknowledged that this was different than before, in the intimate privacy of Mateo's bedroom, feeling the Dominant's eyes on him in a way he hadn't previously felt, and Rory actually felt himself feeling a little hot under the collar. "A big promise to make, Sir," He found himself saying with a grin, gulping when he felt the Dominant's hands on his hips, completely forgetting what his safeword was, only thankful that today he decided to wear the dungarees that had the least amount of buttons to mess with. "Radish?" He guessed, even though it was his own safeword and technically it could be whatever he wanted. "Radish." Rory then repeated with some sort of confidence, though he didn't know where that came from, entirely too distracted by the feeling of Mat's hands tracing circles on his body, and he didn't know if he'd be able to say much more than that now, not that it was a word he wanted to say at all in this moment.

Mateo Weston

Mat was about to ask whether Rory was telling or asking him, but hummed in appreciation when he seemed to almost read his mind. "Good boy," he praised softly. "Use it if you need to." Another pause to let that sink in before he went on to explain his plans. "First of all, I'm gonna get all these clothes off you," he paused briefly to move one hand up from Rory's hips, his index finger hooking under the front of his dungarees for emphasis, "and you're just gonna stand here, relax and be good for me." With that, he slipped the one dungaree strap off his shoulder, letting them both hang around his hips. With the obstruction out of the way, his hands moved to the hem of his shirt, dipping under it for just a moment to rest against his stomach. Somehow keeping a close, literal skin-to-skin contact, felt important. "Arms up," he ordered, fingers curling against the hem of his shirt to lift it up and over his head. "There we go," he hummed, hands finding Rory's now bare waist, pulling him close while the other hand slowly trailed up his chest. "All good?"

Rory Flanagan

"Don't worry Sir, I think that'll be the last time you'll hear the word." Rory promised with a wink, knowing it was extremely bold to promise something like that, in a brand new scene where a lot more could go wrong than intended. But something stopped Rory from thinking such things as he registered the other man's words. It was the idea of Mateo, in a more serious Dominant mode than Rory had ever seen him, being all seductive and in charge, having to remove his dungarees, that almost set Rory off, and although he managed to contain what he was sure would be a big laughing fit, a little chuckle escaped him, but the laughter choked with a hitch in his throat because, somehow, Mat did make somewhat alluring, flicking off the straps of the outfit, and the Switch managed to do exactly what was told of him, watching him like a hawk. Rory's fingers twitched whe he felt Mat's hand come in contact with his stomach, wanting to touch him in return, but he just lifted his arms up, goosebumps raising on his arms as his not-so-bare skin was exposed, letting out a pleasantly surprised huff when Mateo pulled him in close again. "Yeah," Rory agreed, "was a bit stifling, in all those layers. So....are you gonna strip next, Sir?" He smirked, "Tit for tat and all that?"

Mateo Weston

Admittedly, there might have been something a little amusing about trying to make the removal of dungarees sexy. But then again, it had been Rory's idea to wear them in the first place so he decided the humour of it was entirely on him -- even if he couldn't help the grin on his own face in return to the other's chuckle. At his question, he hummed, the hand on Rory's waist sliding lower in a subtle attempt at finding where these damn pants had their buttons hid. Fortunately, they turned out to be rather easy to locate and so he shook his head as his fingers trailed over them. "No," he settled on after a moment, fingers slowly moving to pop the first button. "I want to see you first. And you were gonna be patient, remember?" he grinned, popping the second button and causing the dungarees to begin slipping. Besides, he'd always found the difference in state of dress to add something to a scene, at least for a little while. "Step out," he ordered, moving back a little to give Rory room to get the rest of the way out of his pants. "And then I want you on the bed, on your back."

Rory Flanagan

The reminder of Rory's patience made him rasie an eyebrow, slightly embarassed that he forgot about that part of it all. "I am very patient," He countered, fingers curling to stop his hands from tracing against Mateo's as the other man undid his buttons, "I just like knowing what's what, you know? Making a schedule and all tha'." When in doubt, he supposed, talk shit. He shimmied out of the dungarees that pooled to his feet, thin fabric of his underwear being the only thing preventing his heavily tattooed body being fully exposed, feeling weirdly vulnerable. He had been in various states of undress with various different people, but something about Mateo being involved, a man who had very particular views on scening, made him feel like it was almost taboo to be in his boxers in his bedroom. Rory however did what was told, laying on the bed, ignoring every instinct to pick up the toys laid out on the other side and play with them, not wanting whatever scene Mateo had in mind to veer into punishments. "Comfy," He commented, patting the bed spread as if it were a pet.

Mateo Weston

Mat made no secret of the way his gaze followed Rory as he laid down, travelling over the expanses of skin exposed by now. And he had to admit -- he was a real pretty sight. In a very objective way, of course. It wasn't until Rory had settled down that Mat reached for the hem of his own shirt, tugging it up and over his head with little ceremony. His focus tonight would not be on himself, so this was mostly for hopefully making Rory feel a little more comfortable in not being the only one exposed. "There you go," he muttered as he finally followed suit, one knee on the bed as his hands nudged Rory's knees apart to make enough space for him to fit between. Leaning over him, he ran one hand up his chest, stopping only when it had reached his chin. Thumbing over the vague stubble there, he cupped it, keeping Rory's head in space when he spoke. "Good boy. You're doing great," he reassured, a little softer than he might have usually been. After a brief pause, he moved, sitting back enough so he could actually use his hands and find Rory's wrists. He pinned first one, then the other wrist above his head with one of his and leaned back in, his body weight pressing them into the mattress. His free hand was back on Rory's chin then, tipping it up for no real reason except that he could. Moving in closer yet, his thumb brushed over Rory's bottom lip. "And do you know what good boys get?"

Rory Flanagan

Rory wasn't aware that he wolf-whistled at Mateo taking off his shirt until he could hear the tune echo in his ears, and he merely smirked to cover up for the flush on his cheeks. He wasn't blind, he always knew the Dominant before him was an objectively attractive male, but something about his shirt being off really cemented it in that Mateo Weston was a ride. He let out a weird gasp-like noise at the feeling of Mateo nudging his knees apart, that his body allowed as if he was on auto-pilot. He gulped when Mat traced his face, feeling any smart comment he might have had leave his brain. "Thank you, Sir," He answered thickly, though he wasn't really sure what he had done so far to count as being good, though he didn't mind the phrasing this time around, in fact wanting to hear it again. He didn't even resist when Mat picked up his wrist, letting out a small gasp at the sensation of their bodies pressing together. "A prize?" He asked, hopefully.

Mateo Weston

There was something about seeing Rory like this -- all flushed and gasping instead of full of the usual witty remarks -- that got to him. It was part of what he'd always enjoyed when playing with someone who pushed back a little: that moment when he managed to topple the bravado. It was a thrill that never got any less exciting. "That's right. A reward," he returned, small smile on his face as he leaned in. His lips pressed against just the corner of Rory's mouth, then to his jaw, his neck. When he'd made his way there, there was a brief pause before teeth dug into sensitive skin -- lightly at first, to test the waters -- before his tongue soothed over the spot. At the same time, he moved one of his legs up higher between Rory's, mercifully providing at least a little bit of friction. He deserved a reward, after all.

Rory Flanagan

It wasn't like Rory to be frozen or tongue-tied, but it was like Mateo had some sort of hold over him, and he was under his spell, determined to wait patiently and be good for him, to listen to him and do exactly what he was told. A small groan escaped him when the Dominant's mouth moved from his own down his jaw, and throat, letting out a pant when he felt his teeth sink it, hissing out in pleasure, shifting at the feeling of the friction Mateo's legs were providing. "I thought this was a reward, Sir," Rory gasped out, somehow finally finding his voice again, "but it seems like you're just teasing me." He grinned as he made his comment, giving away that he perhaps didn't mind being teased at all, but he wouldn't directly admit that, of course.

Mateo Weston

Mateo hummed as if he was genuinely considering Rory's words, the vibrations of it meeting the other's throat where he'd decided to bite down a little harder this time. He had a thing for marks. "Something tells me it's pretty rewarding for you." he commented, moving his leg up against him a little for emphasis. Speaking of teasing, though, he did have further plans. Pulling back and sitting up a little, he brushed some hair our of Rory's face. "But I do think I'mma need two hands for the rest of this. So let's get yours nice and tied up." With that, he attached both of Rory's wrists into the cuffs already hanging from the headboard. Rope was nice but the cuffs were quicker to both put on and take off if needed be. And especially for their first time sceneing together, he wanted that option. "There," he proclaimed, clearly satisfied at his work once he was done, and sat back on his knees. Damn if he wasn't pretty, all spread out like that. This time, his hands settled on Rory's knees, slowly travelling up his thighs. While one hand continued up over his stomach, the other one hovered before giving in. Brushing the back of his knuckles lightly over the shape of Rory's cock in his underwear, he clicked his tongue. "Did you enjoy being teased?"

Rory Flanagan

Normally Rory would feel somewhat embarassed at how quickly it took for him to be turned on, but somehow with Mateo he couldn't quite bring himself to care. He wanted the Dominant above him knowing how much he got to him, as sad and desperate it may have seemed. "Oh, really?" He managed to say, with a playful eyeroll, "God I wonder what gives you that impression." He noticed when he seemed to relax more, when he wasn't so on edge, he could still be himself, though Mat was still managing to find ways to shut him up with each new touch on his body, and all he could was look up at him as he brushed his hair out of his face, a gesture so weirdly soft and intimate in the general weirdness of this whole scene, but definitely a good weird, he decided. He smirked seeing the handcuffs. "Last time I was in a pair of these it was a much less enjoyable experience than I'm sure this will be, Sir," He menitoned, moving his arms, the cuffs sliding along the bedframe, stopping when he realised it might get him into trouble, and also, because Mateo's hands were on him again, moving slowly to where Rory was aching to be touched. He gulped thickly, before nodding. "I did, Sir." He said, the attitude from before gone from his voice again, replaced by the lust that was a thick cloud in his head.

Mateo Weston

“Trust me, it’ll be enjoyable alright,” he teased in return. He’d gone into this still fairly careful, Fauna’s words of caution ringing in his head, and while Mateo wasn’t about to dive straight into the deep end of the most intense stuff he could think of, he was starting to relax more. Perhaps Rory didn’t have much experience -- but their banter remained easy and unless Mat was really reading the room wrong, he seemed fairly at ease, too. “I’m gonna have to keep that in mind, then,” he mused, as if the thought of teasing him further had only just entered his mind and wasn’t the entire theme of this scene. His fingers kept moving, feather light over Rory’s cock while the hand that had moved up to his chest paused to lightly pinch at a nipple, just to see what kind of a reaction he’d get. “I think we should get rid of this, don’t you?” he mused after a moment, hand moving from Rory’s crotch to the waistband of his briefs. Fingertips dipped under for a moment before he grasped at the piece of clothing. “Up,” he ordered, waiting until Rory lifted his hips to pull it down all the way. Discarding the item somewhere off to the side, he moved back on, hands hooking under Rory’s knees to bend and spread them to make room. “Such a good boy,” he praised, voice soft again, as his palms settled on either side of Rory’s hips. “All good?”

Rory Flanagan

A small moan escaped him as Mateo's hands brushed along his cock, taking advantage of being able to shift against him in an attempt to feel some relief, because there was no rule about him not being able to move. "You better not be getting any ideas, Sir," He said with a cocky smile, that was quickly replaced by a whine, arching his back as the Dominant tweaked his nipple, sending ripples of arousal down his spine. It wasn't even something that could have been considered painful, but it reminded Rory that he really enjoyed pain. He did what he was told, lifting his hips and helping Mat to the best of his ability wiggle out of his briefs, shivering slightly at the cold air on his now exposed half-hard cock, waiting with anticipation on what Mat would do next. "You love to man handle," He commented, before he could stop himself. It wasn't in his usual teasing tone, nor was it a criticism, just stating a fact, looking up at the Dominant with a curious expression, because he couldn't admit to himself he enjoyed that aspect a bit too much. "All good." He confirmed.

Mateo Weston

"I started this with ideas. Why'd you think I said we'd test your patience?" he returned, his own expression easily matching Rory's in cockiness. Which, admittedly, might be a little easier to do when you weren't the one tied up. At Rory's observation on his love for manhandling, he shrugged a shoulder and pulled Rory's hips towards himself a little as if on emphasis. "It's nice to make someone do something just by saying so -- but it's also nice to not give them the choice, sometimes." He took a moment to just look, gaze trailing over the seemingly dozens of tattoos covering at least some of all body parts. As he reached the one just above his crotch, he had to stifle a grin. God, it was all so in character. Considering his options for a moment, his gaze finally returned to Rory's face and he waited until he was looking at him to raise his palm and lick broadly across it. "So," he started, almost too casual, as he wrapped his palm around Rory's cock and began stroking -- too slow to really get anywhere, but enough to tease. "Here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna get you nice and close and you're gonna tell me when you get there. You don't cum without permission. And if you're good, I'll make it very much worth your while. Understood?"

Rory Flanagan

"Because you have no faith in my ability to be patient," Rory murmured, the cocky tone in his answer being lost in the breathlessness of his voice, though he was thankful for the reminder that he simply had to be patient for Mat, so he could prove the Dominant wrong. That's what all of this was about, after all. The Switch had some smart comment on the tip of his tongue regarding Mateo and free-will but he'd only managed to get out "It seems like --," before his hips were pulled forward and the rest of the sentence was lost in a gasp, falling out of his head as his brain could only think about Mat's hands on his skin. He felt even more naked at the way Mateo's eyes seemed to linger on his body, a blush forming on his face as each tattoo seemed to be studied silently by the Dominant. He grinned almost sheepishly when Mat made eye contact with him again, trying to focus on his words, but let out a low groan when his cock began receiving some much-needed attention. "Hmm, yep, completely understood Sir," He said with an eager nod, almost wanting to ask him to pick up the speed a little, but not wanting to seem impatient.

Mateo Weston

It was almost comical, how responsive Rory was and how every comment died on his tongue with the touch of Mat's hand. And beyond that, it was nice to spend some time with someone he got along with so easily, whom he could push and pull with and still have a pretty good grasp on how this was going to end. Once he had Rory's confirmation, Mat leaned back in, teeth first against the skin near his collarbone, then further up his neck. He wasn't quite as careful this time, now that he'd had a chance to gage Rory's reaction. After a moment he paused, lips hovering just underneath Rory's ear and the hand that wasn't holding him up still working Rory over just a tad slow. "Good boy," he murmured, thumb swiping over the head of his cock as if to make his point. "Such a good boy."

Rory Flanagan

Everytime Mateo praised him, called Rory a good boy, the affirmations went straight to his cock, and in addition to the teasing touches by Mateo's hand, the Switch wasn't sure how long he could be patient for. He let out a groan at the feeling of the teeth grazing his collarbone, the delicious sensation of the pain sinking into his skin. "Sir..." He tried to say, blushing when it came out more as a whimper, pulling against his restraints again in an effort to silently ask the Dominant to go a bit faster, without having to actually beg for it and prove his point he wasn't that patient after all.

Mateo Weston

"Yes?" Mateo inquired once he'd finished leaving a mark low on his neck. He pulled back a little so he could look at Rory, one eyebrow raising. His free hand travelled across his chest, fingers pinching at a nipple again. This time, he payed a little more attention and time, twisting slightly as he kept his eyes on Rory's face. "Tell me what you want. Maybe I'm feeling nice."

Rory Flanagan

"Fuck," Rory groaned in response, half tempted to bat Mat and his smug expression away, letting out another groan when he realised he was still tied up, hissing when his nipple was once again pinced. "I want you to stop being slow, Sir." Rory said, "And go a bit faster, if you can."

Mateo Weston

"Such a good boy," he praised softly, the sweet words a perhaps stark contrast to the way his fingers continued to twist at his nipple. Still, he was true to his words and sped up at his request, wrist twisting each time he got to the head. "You tell me when you get close though, remember."

Rory Flanagan

It was like a wire had crossed in Rory's brain, because all he wanted to do was be a good boy for Mat, and he couldn't quite believe it. But everytime the Dominant praised him, it went straight to his head, and all he wanted was more. He let out an appreciative groan when Mat sped up, the twisting motion making the Switch bite his lip and wriggle against his restraints. "God that won't take long," He panted, "When you keep doing that," Rory tried to shoot a pointed look to Mat's wrist, though he couldn't really focus, and he knew he probably looked more desperate than annoyed right now.

Mateo Weston

"Good, that's the plan," Mat commented with a grin, pointedly twisting his wrist a little more now that Rory had brought it up. He wanted to see him let go, watch the bravado melt away and let him relax. It was part of the reason he liked playing with brats the most -- not only was it real rewarding when he finally broke through that shell, but it was also really nice seeing them actually giving in and letting themselves be taken care of. Shifting, he moved his free hand off Rory's nipple and down his body, nails scratching lightly over his skin as he went. Finally, gentle fingers cupped Rory's balls, squeezing slightly while his other hand kept up its motion.

Rory Flanagan

It was taking all he had not to groan and shift too much, because he didn't want to give Mat the satisfaction. But it was clear he was extremely stimulated, and a moan escaped him when Mat began to lightly scratch down his torso, whimpering when his balls were squeezed slightly. The knot in his stomach tightened, and he shifted his hips up. "Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," He panted out, voice more desperate than he intended.

Mateo Weston

As soon as Rory spoke, Mat's hand stopped stroking, squeezing around the base of his cock instead. "Good boy. Breathe for me, relax." His voice was soothing now as his free hand slid up and down Rory's thigh. He waited for him to settle down enough that he could be relatively sure he wasn't a second away from the edge anymore before he moved again, grabbing the cockring from the side. "Let's make sure you don't accidentally go over, hm? Would be a shame," he narrated as he fit it onto Rory, tightening it enough for it to be useful but not painful. "And now," Mat began, reaching for the vibrator with the attachment and the lube, "Let's make the second one a little more fun, hm?"

Rory Flanagan

He let out a gasping breath, following Mat's orders, willing his body to relax. He managed to calm himself down, his heart rate slowly, focusing on Mat's calming voice. He closed his eyes for a bit whilst he took a moment, and when he opened them, he was greeted to Mat holding a few toys, a shudder rippling through his body when the Dominant attached the cockring. "Oh, fuck," He murmured, eyes widening at the vibrator and lube. "You're going to be the fucking death of me."

Mateo Weston

"I'd hope not, that would be very hard to explain to people," he joked in return. Meanwhile, he took his time to get some lube, stroking Rory a few times to get him slick. With that done, he began to slowly work the cock-sleeve attachment onto him, giving him enough time to get used to the sensation without any further stimulation. Only once it rested around the base of his cock did he tap Rory's thigh to get his attention. "Rules stay the same, you tell me when you're close. I suspect it'll be a bit faster this time." And with that warning, he flicked the vibrator to the highest setting and began pumping it up and down his cock.

Rory Flanagan

“That sounds like a you problem, Sir,” Rory gasped out, though his brain forgetting whatever half attempt at conversation they were having as he stroked him with the lube, cock twitching with interest at what was happening. The feeling of the attachment was one he could only describe as weird and unfamiliar, but not necessarily bad, and truthfully he was excited to see what would happen next. He shifted a bit at the tapping on his thigh, biting his lip to stop a whine from leaving him. “Yes, Sir, I understand —,” His voice cracked when the vibrator started and he let out a groan. “Oh god, oh fuck,” He moaned.

Mateo Weston

If he'd thought the noises Rory had been making before were gorgeous, the ones the vibrator pulled out of him were music to Mat's ears. "Such pretty noises," he praised, the near shit-eating grin on his face definitely evident in his voice. The hand that wasn't operating the vibrator clasped over Rory's hip to keep him pinned to the bed, just in case. "Maybe I'll do this for a little longer than I planned -- now that you just sound so pretty, stopping sooner seems like a waste."

Rory Flanagan

Rory let out a moan that was half pleasure, half frustration when Mat kept him pinned down to the bed, his hips still thrusting upwards despite the obstacles. “I...” Rory gasped out, feeling himself close to begging for Mat to give him some relief, the stubborn part of him not wanting to give in just yet. “I think you should stick to your original plan, Sir,” He eventually managed to say, his the cracking in his voice giving away just how aroused he currently was.

Mateo Weston

“Unfortunately, that’s not really your choice right now,” Mat hummed playfully, thumbing over Rory’s hipbone as he moved the vibrator up to the head of his cock and paused there to watch the other twitch or a while. Still, his gaze was pinned to Rory’s face, watching carefully. As much as he liked to tease and push, he also didn’t want to push too far and have Rory go over accidentally. He wanted him to succeed -- it would make the reward in the end so much more pleasurable. “Are you close yet?” he questioned, free hand brushing over Rory’s balls and continuing on, rubbing absently over his perineum.

Rory Flanagan

If Rory was in the headspace to argue, he absolutely would, but he couldn't focus on a cohesive argument when he was trying to calm his body down against the vibrator and the attachment, to not much avail. He did let out a barked laugh at the question, looking at Dominant as if he were mad for asking something so obvious, but then he took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes I am very fucking close Sir." He whined.

Mateo Weston

As soon as Rory spoke, Mat turned off the vibrator and moved it back down towards the base of his cock to let it rest there for a moment. "Good boy. Take a deep breath for me," he soothed, one hand on Rory's thigh, the other one rubbing slowly from his stomach up to his chest. "You're doing so well. Relax." He kept the touches gentle and the words just as soothing as he let a few moments pass, hopefully enough to get Rory at least a bit more away from the edge. "One more edge, then I'll let you cum, alright? Can you do that?"

Rory Flanagan

Even though Mat asked for a deep breath, it took Rory a couple of shallow pants, as if swallowing the air without really inhaling it, before he breathed as instructed, letting his body relax into Mat's reassuring touches, letting the praise was over him. Once his body calmed down, he glanced back up at Mat. "Yeah, yep. I can do that, Sir," He promised, glad that Mat was checking in to make sure he wasn't pushed too far.

Mateo Weston

"There you go, that's it. Such a good boy." With how well Rory seemed to respond to praise, it was easy to lean into that, to allow him to relax into the knowledge that he was doing well. "Good," he chuckled at Rory's eventual answer and, with that, reached for the dial on the vibrator to flip it up to its highest setting once more. For now, let let it rest around the base of Rory's cock and ran his hands up his thighs. "Next time, we'll make it four."

Rory Flanagan

It felt like he had barely any time to recuperate from the edge when he heard Mat's chuckle, eyebrow's raising with curiosity at what he was about to do. When he switched the vibrator on again, a loud groan left him, his body feeling like electric shocks were jolting down his spine, wishing his hands were untied so he could move it off his cock, precum leaking onto his stomach, twitching at the sensitivity, back arching at Mat's hands moving up his thighs. "You're fucking killing me, Sir," He gasped out, voice cracking in what almost sounded like a sob.

Mateo Weston

The noise of the near-sob went straight through Mat, making his skin prickle and his heart beat a little faster. A part of him wanted to be meaner and tease Rory, ask whether he was going to cry for him. And with someone else, he just might have. But Rory's apparent inexperience with d/s was enough to make him tread a little carefully, lest he step over some line even Rory didn't know existed. "It'll be worth it," he promised instead, grabbing the vibrator to begin moving it up and down his length once more. "Just imagine how nice it's gonna be when you get to cum."

Rory Flanagan

If Rory could focus on both trying not to cum, and being snarky back to the Dominant hovering over him, he would have rolled his eyes and asked if it was worth it, really. But with each pulsating motion of the vibrator going through his oversensitive nerves, arms going dead from where his tied wrists had managed to grip the headboard, he knew truly, it definitely would be worth it. "I can't imagine, Sir, or I'll actually cum," He admitted with a pant, "Please, fuck, fuck I'm so...close, I can't anymore." All previous bravado had faded, and he was just a blabbering mess, half desperate to cum just to feel relief, and half desperate to not to, his urge to be a good boy for Mat more powering than anyhing else in that moment.

Mateo Weston

It was a very pretty display, the second that Rory broke. All the snark melting away for good, every muscle in his body pulled taught as he strained against his restraints. Mat truly hoped he'd get to see it all again. "You're doing so well," he praised again and, after brief consideration, moved the vibrator off Rory's cock and discarded it off to the side once it was turned off. He wanted to use his hands for the last part. "I'm going to count you down. 10 seconds, you can hold on that long." With that, his hand wrapped around him again, picking up speed easily and twisting his wrist with every stroke as he began the countdown. At two, he popped the cockring open and let it fall to the side. "One -- well done. Cum for me, Rory. You can let go."

Rory Flanagan

He didn't know how long he could last, and the countdown seemed to be almost mocking him, though he knew deep down it was to keep ihm steady and grounded for a few more seconds, to give him a sense of time. He groaned heavily, and though he doubted he'd admit it to his face, Mat's hand around his now throbbing cock was a much preferred sensation over to the vibrator, and not just for sensitivity reasons. He moaned heavily when the cock ring popped off and the extra pressure was gone, and the moment the command fell from Mat's lips, Rory let go, coming hard with a collective of curses, body shaking, feeling the cum fall warm onto his stomach. "Shit, fuck, fuck," He panted, giving himself a moment to breathe. "Wow." Was all he said, remembering they were in a scene, and he turned to Mat. "Thank you, Sir."

Mateo Weston

Mat continued to stroke Rory through his orgasm, stopping only when he seemed to be all done. With someone else or at another time, he might have continued just a bit for fun but he wanted this to be a well-rounded and wholly fun experience for Rory. So he just ran his clean hand up his side for a moment, wanting to keep the skin-to-skin-contact. "Good boy," he praised, then leaned to the side to grab some wet-wipes from the bedside table. Doing more of a quick than a thorough job to clean up first his hand and then Rory, he discarded everything off to the side and then moved up Rory's body. Experienced fingers undid the ties on his wrists and carefully brought his arms back down. "You did so well," he reiterated as he carefully massaged at one of Rory's forearms, wanting to make sure no harm was done. "How do you feel?"

Rory Flanagan

It was admittedly nice to just say there, whining slightly at cold feeling of the wet-wipe on his skin, but refreshing all the same. He groaned when his arms, stiff from being in that position for so long, were finally free, and though he was tempted to shake them around like a particularly aggressive game of the hokey-cokey, Rory thought it was best to leave for Mat to check over him. "Like I've been fucking tortured and used," He snarked, but he couldn't help the grin that came over him, partly from the post-orgasm endrophins pumping through his system, "but also good, satisfied, happy I achieved a task...patient." He laughed, letting out a hum at Mat massaging his arm, "How do you feel?"

Mateo Weston

Mat merely raised an eyebrow at the snark, a playful smile playing around his lips. The addition Rory brought on a moment later made him hum in appreciation, switching to his other arm in the meantime. "Good. You were very good for me, so you can be proud of yourself," he pointed out, fingers passing over Rory's skin to make sure he was all good. "I feel really good. Glad I made you feel good, proud of how good you were." Satisfied with Rory's arms being fine, he reached for one of the water bottles on the nightstand and handed it to Rory. "Have a few sips."

Rory Flanagan

Though he'd be quick to deny it, Rory was actually happy to hear that Mat was proud of him, and that the Dominant enjoyed the scene as much as Rory did. He took the water gratefully, making sure to sip gently rather than chug it as he was tempted to do. "Did you know it's the Superbowl today?" He suddenly asked, wondering if they could have a normal conversation, or if Mat would try and divert it back to scene talk. "I wonder if we missed the half-time show."

Mateo Weston

The laugh Mat let out at the sudden realisation sat somewhere between amusement and surprise, head shaking slightly. Of course this was where this conversation had suddenly gone -- there was always something unexpected with Rory, it seemed. "I do. I'mma catch the rerun later," he said, deciding not to reveal that he'd ended up cancelling on a superbowl party for this scene. That made it all sound a lot more grave than it was and maybe was a little weird. "But we could definitely see whether we can catch half-time show and the second half," he added with a glance towards the time and grabbed for the remote -- and a chocolate bar, offering the latter to Rory. "Eat that, gotta get your blood sugar levels back up."

Rory Flanagan

It would take Rory a few days to really accept the fact he enjoyed this scene more than he thought he would, and he took the bar of chocolate gratefully. If these were the bonuses, in addition to the endorphins pumping through his system, it might be something he could consider in the long run. "Hey maybe watching the Half-Time show could be my aftercare, Sir?" He suggested, with a cheeky grin. And really, though he wouldn't admit to Mateo who seemed too big for his boots about this kind of thing, scening with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

#rory #para

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