#my headcanon is they've been doing this for literal weeks and haven't caught up that it isn't a normal business partner thing to do lmao

[zorrasucia]

Promptober 7. Orgasm Control

from @carmenberzattosgf list

SydCarmy (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1.1k)

Tags: Smut, Porn with a little Plot, Edging, Sub!Carmy, SoftDom!Syd, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Baby's First Sydcarmy Smut Pls Be Nice :)

"Syd, please," Carmy buried his sweaty face in the crook of her neck, breathing hard. He was clenching his fists on the bed sheets underneath them.

Syd caressed the hair on his nape. "Shhh," she soothed. "I know, I know."

Her hand went from simply holding his cock to pumping him lightly, barely any pressure, but it made him whine with how sensitive and hard he was.

"Fuck," he started pressing kisses on her neck. "I'll be better. Fuck. I'll be good for you."

"Yeah?" Syd asked dryly, tilting her head to let him keep on kissing her. "I don't know, Carm... Sometimes I think you get off on it. Being an asshole. And then you drive me home and ask me to make you beg for it... Like, how do I know you're not doing it on purpose?"

"I'm not," he said, his big eyes pleading. "It sometimes- fuck- it gets too much and I lose it. I'm trying. I promise."

Syd nodded, pressing a little harder, going a little faster, making him groan into her shoulder.

"And this is your fucked up way to say you're sorry?" it sounded more as a statement with Syd's flat delivery. 

She knew it was. They had been here before. And she would never say it out loud but she liked these apologies way better than him doing the sign for sorry in the kitchen and then forgetting about it. This was real. He had to grovel and atone and it made her feel so powerful... They were both pretty fucked up when it came to it.

"Mhmm," he nodded on her shoulder, messing his hair even further. "I'll do anything, Syd. I'll even go home without cumming just- Please."

"Hey, I'm a hard ass but I'm not cruel, Carm," she chuckled, rubbing his back, keeping the rhythm of her hand steady.

He shook his head. "I was so shitty today," he let out a moan and something in Syd's belly stirred.

"Yeah, you were," she said, adding a little turn on the upstroke that made Carmy shake with pleasure. "Losing your temper, screaming at everyone... Pretty embarrassing..."

"I'll be better. I promise," he let out a shaky exhale as he looked down, her hand was gliding easily with how much precum he was leaking.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Syd, I'll be so good," he panted.

He was close, squeezing on the mattress to stop himself from fucking into her hand.

Syd let go of his cock completely and went to squeeze his thigh instead, trying not to enjoy his pathetic whine too much.

"How? How will you be good, Carm?" she asked, controlling her voice to hide just how flustered she was.

Carmy took deep breaths, squeezing his eyes, just trying to think. "I'll, uh, I-"

"Take your time, baby," she said, kissing his forehead.

"I'll, uh, I'll go back to the way we were labeling produce before," he blurted out. "Only the date was fine, we don't need the hour thing."

"Okay," Syd grinned, soothing the skin of his thigh. "There's probably more pressing stuff but I agree."

"I'll stop picking fights with Richie. I'll let you run the expo," he said quickly, starting to think clearly.

"I like that," Syd said, arching her neck again when Carmy leaned over to kiss it. "Anything else?" she asked breathily.

"I'll eat you out."

"Ha! That's cheating."

"I will, though," Carmy teased and after a pause of just kissing Syd's skin he added: "And I will apologize."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Syd's hand went back to his cock, pumping steadily, watching Carmy become a mess from her touch alone.

"Shit. Please," his voice was hoarse.

"You've been so patient," she cooed. “So good.”

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. Her hand pressed a little harder. “Please don’t stop.”

"I won’t. I think you deserve good things, Carm,” she said honestly. “You deserve to feel good.”

“Thank you,” he let out a long exhale. Feeling how close he was, he searched for Syd’s eyes, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Syd.”

“I know you are, Carm,” she replied softly, her thumb rubbing on his slit. “You can cum, baby."

“Fuck!”

He came, shaking and panting, every messy thrust of his hips against her hand followed by a low moan. 

Syd watched him fall on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed in complete bliss, sweaty and undone, and she smiled fondly. She loved those few minutes after he just released when she could just stare at him, relaxed and unburdened, exhausted and beautiful.

Eventually, he opened his eyes. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. She handed him a water bottle and he drank eagerly. While he recovered, she carefully wiped her hand and his chest with a wet cloth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said primly.

“I meant it,” he said suddenly.

They fell in a comfortable silence as his breathing went back to normal.

Syd tilted her head. “About you being sorry? I know. We’ve talked about it, Carm. That’s the whole-”

“No, no, uh,” he interrupted her and sat up. Then he leaned in to kiss her lips.

She gasped. He had never done that. Not on her lips. And especially not after they were done. 

“What are you-?” she mumbled before surrendering into a second, more lingering kiss. She cupped his face, following him when he fell back on the mattress.

“I meant that I’ll eat you out,” he whispered against her lips. “If you want me to.”

“Fuck, Carmy,” her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. She pulled on his lower lip with her thumb - he kissed it. “I do. I want you to.”

He helped her out of her jeans, marveling at how wet she already was. 

“You were getting off on this,” he realized.

Syd grinned. “Every time. As soon as you left, I would touch myself, fuck my fingers,” she confessed, her tongue loose now that Carmy’s was deep inside her pussy.

“Shit,” he exhaled on her clit and made her shiver.

“Just-” Syd carded her fingers through his hair, tugging a little so he’d look up. “No funny business.”

“What do you mean?” Carmy asked, his fingers teasing her while he was talking.

“I don’t want to beg for it. I actually, really want to cum,” she explained. “Not all of us are freaks that want to be psychosexually tortured in our free time.”

Carmy laughed - a big laugh that made Syd melt a little inside.

“You enjoyed doing the torturing - that seems pretty freaky to me,” he teased. Before she could come up with a retort, he pushed his middle finger inside her, making her moan and arch her back. “But no. I would never. I actually, really want you to cum too, Syd,” he said and buried his face between her legs.