(A/N – I wrote this chapter to I Wanna be Yours by Artic Monkeys – very much recommend listening to set the mood)
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Hagen’s POV

My fingers patter a faithful tune on the warm counter while I eye my fogged reflection.

I don’t look like I’m shitting myself as much as I am on the inside, so that’s good. I look a little nervous but calm enough, and collected. Most importantly, I look clean.

Nikola would like that, but he’d also sense the hidden nerves from a mile away, and the last thing I wanted was to give him a reason to call this off because past the nerves, fear and internal freakout, I do want this.

It’s first-time jitters, that’s all — Zyair reassures me while he does his best rendition of massaging my shoulders through our bond — It’s something different and you want it to go well, so you’re jittery.

I don’t want to fuck it up — I mutter while my fingers tap across the counter.

Nikola had wanted all of this from the moment we’d first discovered it, and as slow-coming as I was to all things, I’d gotten here eventually. I wanted this too, but given how long Nik had been waiting on me in general, and now on this side of our relationship, I just wanted it to go well.

And it will! — Zyair assures as if he can see the future and is staring at it already — You’re forgetting that worrying about all the ways it can go bad is his job. You’re just supposed to listen and enjoy the ride!!

A small laugh escapes me as Zyair mentally grinds up against me like a stripper on a pole.

There you go! Chin up! — He encourages excitedly — You’re cleaned up, cleaned out, and ready to take it! It’ll be great!

Goddess, Zyair — I retort, but I’m still laughing because as crazy and eternally horny as he is, he’s right.

“I am hearing laughter,” Nikola calls through the door. “Does this mean you are alright?”

“I’m fine!” I promise as I straighten to my full height. “Just finishing up.”

I run a hand over my shaven jaw and then through my hair, grateful as hell that I got a cut last week. Shaved, scrubbed to fuck, and moisturised like a newborn, I look like the cleanest version of myself I think is physically possible.

And what a glorious thing that is — Zyair sings, making my smile return.

My fingers drop to tug at the bottom of my shirt that falls over my boxer’s waistband. Maybe I should be naked going out there, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing that, and Nikola always said I didn’t have to do anything that made me uncomfortable, not unless he was pushing me.

The reminder of that and every other reassuring phrase he’d been sharing steadily with me for the last few weeks returns in quick order, doing its job of making me relax as I watch myself stand a little taller.

This was going to be fine. No— it’d be fucking amazing.

That’s the spirit! WOOO!!! LET’S GET RAILED!!!

While Zyair cheers like a hooligan on the side of a football field, I leave the counter behind along with my nervous but ready reflection. I head for the bathroom door and open it without a moment’s hesitation. Time to dive right in.

Nikola immediately stops his unusual pacing on the other side and turns to face me.

“Are you… alright…” Nikola’s question falls apart as his gaze falls over me. He had been looking in my eyes, but now, he’s looking at all of me, and I mean all of me.

Grey eyes widen as Nikola darts them all over my face, taking in my shaven jaw and combed-back hair before they trail down my neck, where two of his marks peek out above my white shirt. It was actually his shirt, and by that look in his eye, he knows that, just like he knows I’m wearing his boxers too. Nikola swallows as his gaze drags lower, a curious leer that passes over my chest, down my stomach, between my legs and lower until I’m curling my toes and twisting my fingers in front of me.

I knew this wasn’t much, but Nikola liked things pristine, and so, for our first scene, I’d made myself very, very clean.

“I was getting ready,” I whisper into the quiet as I shuffle onto my left foot.

“I can see that,” Nikola replies after swallowing twice more. His eyes flit back to mine. “You look good, Hagen.”

Pride explodes inside my chest, making heat race up my neck before I mumble, “It’s just what I wear to sleep.”

“And you still look perfect,” Nikola replies as he steps forward to close the space between us. My eyes shift between his as I watch his approach. My heart pounds in my chest, panic threatening to rise, but Nikola has his hands on me before it can crest. Immediately, I remember how to breathe. “You’re nervous. That’s good.”

“How is that good?” I chuckle as my fingers find the ends of his shirt to grasp onto.

“It means your mind is here with me, that you’re present, and that you want this to go as well as I do,” he replies while he looks me over. His fingers follow the path of his eyes, sliding down my arms, over my elbows, and down to my hips. “It also means you’re less likely to give me trouble.”

A laugh slips free, a real one that makes my shoulders shake and Nikola’s lips twitch up an inch.

“Come,” he instructs, already stepping back. “I want to talk you through the scene before we begin.”

I roll my eyes but follow. One thing about BDSM was that there was a shitload of talking.

At first I thought that was just Nik being Nik, but all the shit we read emphasised constant and clear communication, which I guess was great, all things considered. I probably would’ve hated it more if it weren’t one of the few things that made Nikola chatty.

My gaze stays trained on Nik’s back until I spot the pillow on the ground at the bottom of the bed, then suddenly, that’s all I can look at.

It’s plush and black, big enough to hold me just fine, and I know it will because I’d picked it myself. It was where I was meant to kneel, but I hadn’t actually done that yet. Well, I had, just not in front of Nikola.

Suddenly, I’m burning up like I’m standing in front of a furnace, and it only gets worse when Nikola sits on the edge of the bed, his hand still in mine until he slowly lets it go. He looks up at me silently, patiently… expectantly.

Had the scene already started and I hadn’t noticed? I think so, because as Nikola stares at me, waiting for me to kneel at his feet, I feel something heavy sliding over my mind. It weighs in like a tangible thing, pressing down on me until it squishes my fears and weakens the muscles in my legs.

Eyes on Nikola’s, I kneel.

I don’t think I’m graceful, I don’t take my time. I just sink to my knees like I had in the library the first time I’d tasted him on my tongue.

Head fuzzy, I swallow around the lust budding inside of me as I stare up at my mate. He looks strong, sure, like he’ll take care of me after obscenely tearing me apart. I’m probably crazy for wanting that, but Nikola had a way of making me lose my mind.

I shift under his gaze, getting comfortable. My hands slide over my thighs, too warm and slightly shaky, but I keep them there and hold my position.

Nikola’s eyes flare purple as he leans forward with a deep groan. My heart skips and then skitters as he slides a hand under my chin. I lean into it and some aching sound crawls up my throat as he slides his palm over my face.

Panting slightly, I stare up at him, and he does the same, watching me while he strains to control each of his breaths.

“Very good,” he praises and Goddess fucking help me.

Discovering that praise was one of my kinks was not necessarily surprising, but it’d been eye-opening. It felt like putting a name to a face I knew well. One of those endless talks we had was going through and understanding kinks, and mine were pretty easy to spot—praise, breath play (or as Nikola liked to call erotic asphyxiation), primal play, breeding… The list went on and on, but praise sat at the very top.

Without knowing it, Nik had been pushing those buttons since our first kiss when he’d told me I was good. But he knew now, and he knew exactly when and how to unravel me for his pleasure.

Smiling, Nikola slides his thumb over my bottom lip and I find myself shivering beneath him.

“Tonight, I’ll be using you, Hagen,” Nikola states, stealing the air from my lungs as I stare up at him. “Simply using your body. I won’t be challenging any of your limits—both soft and hard— but I’ll be pushing you within your own boundaries.”

I nod slowly while the pad of his thumb rubs over my lip.

“What are your colours?”

“Green to keep going, yellow to slow down, and red to stop,” I rattle off without needing to think about it.

“Good. You have your rules to follow,” he continues while his eyes dance over mine. “Tell me them.”

Nikola takes his finger away, and I strain not to follow it. I only manage because he keeps his hand on my cheek while he waits.

I swallow, struggling to centre my thoughts against the heady fog that had begun to creep in from the moment Nikola told me to kneel.

“I can’t touch myself. Not without your permission,” I start while the heat in my cheeks returns, this time with a ferocity. It climbs to my ears and makes it hard to hold Nik’s gaze, but I know he wants my eyes on him, so I keep them there. “I have to get… permission to cum, and I have to keep my eyes on you.”

“That’s right,” Nikola replies with a wicked grin before he gives me back his finger, but this time, he slips it between my lips.

It’s the edge of his thumb, and only just enough to slide over the inside of my lip, but it’s enough to make me whimper as lust flares inside of me. My fingers dig into my skin while my cock strains within Nik’s boxers.

“I want you to give tonight,” Nik continues as if I’m not panting around his finger. “I will tell you what I want from you, when I want it from you, and how I want it from you. I am using your body as I see fit, Hagen. You only have to do as I say. Do you understand?”

I nod quickly, head bobbing while goosebumps spread over my skin.

“Words, pup.”

I moan, mind sinking into that special and sweet place Nik prepared just for me. It’s already perfect. We haven’t even started, but I’m already in that place I love so much. It’s as comforting as it always is, only more now that I don’t have to worry about a thing but Nikola and what he wants.

“I understand, Nikola,” I reply around his finger.

Sir sits on the tip of my tongue, but I’m not ready to give it to him yet, and Nikola doesn’t ask for it. We’d spoken about that too, and Nik was happy for me to call him Nikola or Sir when we were in a scene. I only had to call him Sir when he demanded it or I wanted to give it.

“Last question,” Nikola prompts while his eyes flick over mine. “What’s our safeword?”

I smile as pleasure and amusement like nothing else sink into my veins and wake my soul.

“Strawberries.”

Nikola returns my smile as mirrored joy echoes from his soul.

“Good boy,” he praises, and I’m pretty sure I’m drowning.

Nikola slips his thumb from my mouth, bringing a bead of spit with it that he wipes over my lips. I shudder, but stay still, letting him clean himself with me, before I lean forward and quickly lick over the digit to mess it up all over again.

Nikola’s eyes flare with annoyance that radiates from him, and I can’t help but smile in the face of it. He stares at me, and I stare back at him.

I had no intentions of giving any real trouble tonight— I would not disobey any clear command he gave me, but there was wiggle room in there to play.

“No longer nervous?” He muses as he brings his thumb to his lips.

Mouth drying, I watch as Nikola’s tongue peeks out to lick over his finger so that he can swallow down my saliva. His throat bobs and my cock jerks in response.

When I don’t reply, Nikola stands tall with a wicked smile, stretching out all the muscle he kept caged within his firm body as he brings me face to face with his crotch, but he tilts my head down before I can get my hopes up.

“Stay here and do not move. When I return, we have begun.”

Nikola steps away, leaving me on my knees with my gaze cast down. I hear his first few steps, but they soon disappear from my senses along with the rest of him. I know he’s close— know he’s still here— but his magic silences his movements, so there’s no way for me to guess at what he’s doing.

The urge to peek is suffocating, but I’m not starting our first scene by disappointing him. Nikola gave me clear instructions, so I focus on obeying them.

I keep my head down, my fingers clenched over my thighs while I try to even out my breaths. I needed to keep my wits about me for whatever Nikola was about to pull, but the longer I waited, the more rampant my brain ran with notions of all the possibilities.

There were all sorts of things I’d okayed, and while we’d done most of them in some fashion, it’d never been in a setting like this. Plus, Nik had said he was going to push me, and after how long he had waited for this, I didn’t doubt that he would.

Heart racing, I force myself to hold my next breath while my eyes linger over my thighs and the wet spot forming between my legs. My ears burn hot, but I ignore it. Nikola would deal with it.

His sudden return makes me jolt as he suddenly steps around my side. He doesn’t react, but I can feel his amusement trickle through our bond as he sets something down on the bed. I try to glimpse it— or them— straining the little bit of vision I have through the corner of my eyes, but I can’t see jackshit but Nikola’s thighs.

He brings them back to me as he silently repositions himself in front of me. He stands there, wordlessly, his deep breaths even while mine jackhammer like my racing pulse.

“Stand, pup.”

The command comes more firmly and forcefully than any he’d ever given me before. It calls on me like it’s tied to the cells in my veins, forcing me to stand before I can will myself to. I release a slow breath as I look up at Nikola. I had to keep my eyes on him; that was one rule.

Nikola smiles, clearly pleased, and it’s like sunshine on my skin.

“Take off your clothes.”

I hear his words, but it takes me a moment to register them. When I do, my ears burn so hot, I feel a little dizzy, but my fingers are already rising. I trace the hem of my shirt before I fist it, lifting it an inch. I waver for a moment before I pull it off completely, letting it fall to the floor. Magic is quick to slide between its crevices, folding it properly while Nikola’s eyes hungrily snake over my chest.

Shivering, I thumb my waistband next and push his boxers down. They pool at my feet, and I don’t bother stepping out of them while my hands inch forward to cover myself.

“No,” Nikola tsks, making me stop. “I want to look at you.”

His words slide over me, slipping into the most vulnerable parts of my body as I stand still, open for his perusal and awaiting his claim. Nikola looks me over, just as he had when I’d first come out of the bathroom, only he’s free to stare at every inch of my naked skin, including my weeping cock.

Nikola steps around me, taking himself out of my view so I can only feel his eyes as he circles me. He moves slowly, letting me hear him this time while he stalks me like prey. Resisting the urge to look back, I clench my twitching fingers at my sides and stand still.

My gaze flicks around in the empty space that’s left, but all that’s there is our big bed and the lone items on the sheets— the ones he’d laid out earlier. They’re spaced perfectly apart: a bottle of lube and a plug.

There’s no controlling my breaths anymore, so I don’t even try.

I hadn’t expected a plug.

“You wanted to be stuffed on both ends,” Nikola’s whispered words make me jolt as his breaths tease over my skin like his fingers suddenly do over my hip. “Remember?”

I’d asked for it when we’d talked about toys, but with how reluctant Nikola had been to let anything other than himself inside of me, I was more than shocked to see one. But there it waited— short, but thick and wide at its base.

“Pup,” Nikola prompts, my name sounding with a harder timbre this time.

“Y-Yes, sir,” I reply quickly. “Yes, I remember.”

Nikola hums before he slides a hand over my ass. “Put your hands on the bed and bend over.”

I hesitate as my mind quickly puts together where this is going.

“I do not want to repeat myself anymore, tonight, Hagen,” Nikola growls beside my ear as his fingers dig into my skin, making me hiss. “Now, bend over so I can make you perfect.”

Heart lurching, I put my hands on the bed. I bend, and the moment I do, I find my legs spreading wider.

Nikola’s fingers ease their grip, sliding over my skin almost reverently while his magic rises from the floorboards to wrap around my ankles. I suck in a breath as a matching pair of tendrils clasp over my wrists. I strain against them, testing them, but there’s no wiggle room. They’re tight like cuffs that keep my hands planted to the bed and my feet shackled to the ground.

A heavy breath slips out of me, stuttering as Nikola’s fingers dip between my legs and slide possessively over my hole.

“Nikola,” I moan as I push back, the ever-present ache to have him inside growing quickly.

“Yes, pup,” he replies softly while he touches my hole, petting it with little circles that make me tremble. “So needy.”

I whimper, fisting the sheets while I squirm beneath him.

Nikola keeps touching me until he glides his fingers away, and I’m not sure if I’m relieved or annoyed. Before I can decide which it is, his right hand sinks over my hip and grabs the lube. I hear the bottle cap pop open, the liquid squirt free, and then his fingers are back, but this time with the cold gel that makes me jerk forward.

“Easy,” he shushes. “It’ll warm inside you.”

“Fuck,” I groan while I try to catch my breath.

“You’ve found your words again,” Nikola muses while he spreads the lube over my hole. “You’ve been trying so hard to be good for me… that you’ve been quiet.”

“Isn’t that… a good thing?” I huff while he teases my rim.

“Not when I like you loud,” Nikola mutters before he pushes inside.

My hole gives with trained ease, letting the single digit inside with barely any resistance. A heavy breath puffs from my lips as I force myself to relax. The easier I took this, the sooner I’d get the rest, and then, him.

My body gives to him without a fight, letting him slide his finger in and out of me. It barely touches the sensitive bundle of nerves his cock usually bullies, but it’s still enough to make my toes curl as I pant.

“You are so sensitive,” Nikola muses as he slips his finger free. I steal a handful of breaths while he squirts more lube out before pushing two back inside.

“Oh, Goddess,” I moan as the familiar stretch awakens my senses and makes my back arch.

“That’s it,” Nikola praises as he curls his fingers and drives them deeper. “That’s my good boy.”

“Nikola!” I moan as my cock weeps between my spread legs. It twitches, making the bead of precum straining from the tip sway, and I know I’m making a mess but I can’t get myself to care as those perfect fingers continue sliding over my insides. “Uhh… yes— oh… fuck!”

Nikola shifts so that he’s standing behind me. Beneath his weighted stare, I arch, presenting for him, and a pleased groan rumbles from his chest. I can scent his arousal and I want nothing more than to sink into it, but he’s in charge, and he only teases me with his need.

I could already feel the urge to cum gathering between my legs, and with each measured jab driving me closer, I know I can’t hold it.

I just had to ask, I knew that, but I’d only had to ask to cum once before and Nikola had basically fucked that out of me. I didn’t know how easily the words would come to me this time.

Nikola spreads his fingers, and for a moment, I think they’ll just tumble out on their own, but then he tugs the fingers free, leaving me shaken from the sudden emptiness. I groan while my hole clenches as if I can force him back inside just like that.

“You can beg for more,” Nikola says conversationally. “I may give it to you.”

My teeth dig into my cheek as I strain against the restraints. I know they won’t budge, but I try nonetheless, but all that does is make them tighten.

“I have a restless pup,” Nikola comments as the bottle’s cap pops open once more. “Left empty for a moment and he gets upset.”

“Shut up,” I snap as heat flares in my face.

“Shut up, who?”

“Shut up, sir,” I correct, making him chuckle while I let my head drop.

I look down but all that does is give me an unfiltered view of my swollen cock and Nikola’s strong legs planted behind my spread ones. Shutting my eyes, I try to rein the whirling rush of arousal that rises inside of me, but then I hear more lube squirt free and there’s no running from this.

I ready myself to take three, only it’s not fingers that press against my hole this time.

Cold, foreign plastic rubs almost tentatively against me instead, and I feel myself clenching, but this time, it’s with resistance as my body tenses.

“Colour,” Nikola demands, all mocking humour from before gone.

I take a breath, giving myself a moment to think about it. “Green,” I whisper when I know. “I just… I’m only used to you.”

Nikola’s silent for a moment before his magic flares, skittering over my skin before it greedily sinks beneath. I moan as it invades my body and soul, making me arch for him as I fight the pulsing urge to cum.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Hagen,” Nikola rasps. I look over my shoulder, needing to see him and remembering belatedly that he hadn’t said that I had to keep my eyes forward. I still when I find him glaring daggers at me. “Though, I might after this, so enjoy it while you can, pup.”

Pressure comes from the head of the plug. I keep my head where it is, my eyes on Nik as I work to take it. It presses, pushing, and still my body resists.

It’s not him. It’s not Nikola, but… it’s Nikola doing this so… finally— my hole gives.

Its wide head slips inside, stretching me at the rim, and my eyes roll.

“Sir,” I beg on a moan as he keeps pushing it in. I breathe, but barely, just enough to get words out. “Sir… C-Can I cum?”

“No,” Nikola dismisses, pressing the plug deeper.

“Sir,” I sob, but he keeps going— keeps lighting up my nerve endings and stretching my hole when he knows it’s the stretch that muddles my mind every time. “Please!”

My legs shake, trembling while my balls tighten, clenching and ready to empty. My knees pull in as I try to close my legs, but I can’t with Nik’s ever-present magic, so I try pushing my hips back as if that might get me away from the orgasm, but it just drives me back onto the plug.

“Nikola!” I whimper, feeling it so close now that I think I’m cumming already.

Strong fingers wrap around my balls, dragging them from my cock in a cruel grasp that makes me yelp as Nikola shoves the rest of the toy in. Then, I’m breaking, my mind falling apart in the same way my body gives to its owner.

“Nikola,” I whisper in a loose babble. “N-Nik..ola.”

I’m not full, nowhere close to that, but it sits just at my entrance, and it’s so wonderfully big and wide.

Nikola’s palm presses against the bottom of the toy, circling to make sure it’s all in, and I can barely keep myself up as he squeezes my balls. The pain rises in tandem with the pleasure, battling against each other until my fraying mind feels like it’s about to collapse.

“Breathe for me,” Nikola commands, and of course, my body listens.

I take in a deep, shaky breath, and then another, focusing on that command while my hole twitches around the wide toy stretching the base of my hole and the tight fist around my balls.

Nikola keeps us like this for a few minutes, not moving while my orgasm slowly ebbs back, no longer threatening my mind, now just teasing the edges of it with my next break. I’m panting and slick with sweat by the time I manage to open my eyes properly, but when I do, I immediately look at Nikola.

He stands with a heaving chest, a tightly clenched jaw, and eyes that glow purple with pride.

“Good boy,” he rumbles, and it almost undoes all his work.

“Sir,” I whimper while my cock twitches needily between my legs.

Nikola chuckles, like the evil sadist he is, but slowly unwinds his fingers from my balls. I whimper as the skin unfurls before tightening all over again, ready to spill at any moment.

Sliding his fingers up my sensitive spine, Nikola makes me twitch all over as he steps up beside me and comes to a curt stop. He splays his left hand over my stomach and presses me up as the magic around my wrists and ankles slips away.

I follow the guidance, straightening, but a moan tumbles from me when the plug shifts inside of me and sinks, a thick weight nestled against my rim.

“There. Now, it’s my turn to use you,” Nikola whispers, widening my eyes beneath my frown.

“You… You haven’t been?” I rasp in a near sob.

Nikola’s lips spread into a smile that’s almost sympathetic. “Get on your knees, Hagen.”

I’m already weak, but those words take any remaining strength from my legs, sending me down once again.

I’m happy for the promised relief of not having to stand, but that’s only until I feel my hole stretching the lower I go. A battered moan slips from my lips as I force myself back into position. By the time I’m settled on my heels, my mouth hangs open as the plug presses cruelly inside of me.

It’s a tease. It’s the perfect tormentor that keeps me right on the edge, but not quite there, not enough to really cum.

“Nikola,” I whimper, not knowing what else to say.

I drag my gaze up his body. He was in all black, from his brand new black boots that he’d picked just for this to his loose black trousers that were almost like military cargos. My gaze slides over them, going up his black round neck t-shirt that fit him just right until I meet the stormy gaze at the top.

Fingers rising, Nikola breathes calmly while he undoes the button to his trousers.

My pulse jumps, mouth watering.

He tugs at the zipper, dragging it all the way down before he fishes his cock out with a pained hiss.

I knew Nikola’s cock well at this point, knew the way it curved up a little when he was hard, knew the two veins that ran underneath it and the wide head that was a little lighter than the rest of him. I stare at it now, licking over my lips before I belatedly flick my gaze back up to him.

Nikola’s lips spread into a handsome smile.

Nik once told me he used to be scared to smile around me because he thought his smile wouldn’t be as nice as mine, but I would never understand that when his smile was one of the most beautiful things in this world.

“I think you know what to do for this part, pup,” Nikola whispers as he gives himself a stroke that makes his head fall back as he moans.

He means those words as a tease, but I take them as permission.

Splaying my hands over his thighs, I lean in and wrap my lips around his wet tip.

Nikola groans a muttered curse that turns to gibberish in my ears the second his cock slides over his tongue and the taste of him fills my mouth. Then everything is very simple and very quiet.

I didn’t know what it was, especially when it used to scare me so much, but I loved sucking Nikola’s cock.

I loved having it in my mouth, loved tasting his precum as it leaked down my throat, and then swallowing his cum as it spilled inside. I liked feeling him thrust between my lips, liked feeling him use me until he wanted to use my other hole. I liked everything about it. And maybe that was because the first time I had him after we broke apart, he’d fucked my face, but I didn’t think it was that.

I think I just liked it.

“Gods be good, Hagen,” Nikola groans while he fists my hair to keep me still. Locked in place, I keep his cock in my mouth as I flick my eyes up to his. He no longer looks so calm, he looks wrecked and then feral as he watches me slowly suck on his swollen tip. Nikola’s grey eyes turn almost black. “Hagen.”

I moan around him and his eyes grow heavy as the vibrations slide down his cock.

His fingers loosen, and I immediately take advantage of the slack to sink lower. I gag, choking as my throat tries to tighten up, but that just spurs me on. I didn’t mind losing air for this… I’d do anything for this.

Spreading my lips wider, I try to watch my teeth while I stuff Nikola’s cock down my throat and feel my eyes roll as he fills it.

Goddess… this was so… fucking… good.

Swallowing around him, I heave a fresh breath that turns into a gag. I tighten up and Nikola groans as my fingers and teeth dig in a little.

“Hagen,” he growls like I’m a curse and a blessing.

At his base, I choke around him, letting drool escape, but I don’t dare pull back. I’m shaking, on the edge of an orgasm again, and this time, I know there’s no chance of holding it back.

With a fumbling mind, I reach for our link — Sir, please. Can I—

“Cum,” Nikola instructs before I have to beg and then, I’m doing just that.

The world turns to white, ringing nothingness as pleasure knocks into me in endless waves until I’m dragged into his embrace.

I feel my cum land on my thighs as it spurts everywhere while my hole clenches needily around the plug. It makes it better, makes it feel bigger, and as Nikola’s cock leaks all over my tongue, I feel myself sinking deeper into my happy place.

My orgasm stretches on, making me twitch as Nikola’s body shadows mine before I feel sure fingers tapping against my plug, and then, I’m truly lost.

I slip, knowing nothing but pure pleasure that refuses to fade.

Nikola drags his cock from my mouth, allowing me a heavy, single breath, before he pushes back in, filling my mouth with him. I whimper, trying to look at him, but the world sways, and I’ve never felt as sensitive as I do now.

I’m still shaking, still cumming in surges that have barely begun to ebb, but he’s already using my mouth.

Tears spill from my eyes, drenching my face as I let myself sink into the pleasure. I try to listen out for instructions, but Nikola doesn’t give any. He said he wanted to use me tonight, and that’s exactly what he does.

What he does give me, however, is praise, and that’s my undoing.

“Such a good boy.”

“You are perfect, pup.”

“Mine.”

My nails dig into Nikola’s thighs as I fight to open my eyes. He hisses, and then leaks onto my tongue as his cock jerks between my lips. When I manage to look at him, his calm front is lost, nothing remaining but the desperate, unflinching urge to claim.

“I’m going to cum,” he warns as his fingers slip lower. They wrap around my throat, tightening where his cock prods and just over my scent glands.

I sob around him, feeling my side of the bond shatter into an open, endless pit, free for him to take as his scent floods my mind and his fingers cut off any remaining air.

“Oh… Hagen,” Nikola moans as he feels himself filling my throat. “My Hagen… Goddess!”

Nikola cum spurts first against the back of my throat, then over my tongue as he pulls back before the rest slides down my throat. I choke, gagging as fresh tears slip past my eyes, then I feel my hole pulsing, my cock straining. But I hadn’t gotten permission and I’m too lost to ask for it again, so I clench my thighs together, holding tight while Nikola cums down my throat.

The world spins, and not just from pleasure. I can’t breathe, can’t even see, but even as my body jerks, I feel at peace.

“Fuck,” Nikola curses as he pulls out, stepping back while I cough, my body immediately fighting for the air it’d lost.

Snot and drool smears my face while I sink onto my hands, trying to keep myself steady, but I can’t tell if this is all a dream or real. It feels like a dream— I feel too light to be real, but too good to be in a dream.

Nikola sinks onto the bed— I hear that, but it takes me forever before I’m able to settle enough to raise my head and look up at him.

With his hands splayed behind him, Nikola pants desperately, trying to catch his breath while his hard, wet cock remains pointed up between his spreads legs.

My cock bucks and like a drugged thing, I crawl towards him.

Nestled between his legs, I sink myself back down over his cock, and Nikola immediately jerks up. His crazed grey eyes find mine, bulging wide while he trembles. I don’t think I’d ever made Nikola shake before.

“Goddess, have mercy, Hagen,” he groans as his fingers fist my hair.

I don’t suck him, not much. I just keep him in my mouth while I look up at him.

Nikola runs his free hand through his dishevelled hair, holding it back while he looks down at me like he doesn’t recognise me. No, not that. Like he does, but he can’t believe it.

“Just keep me there,” he rasps, trembling as I bring my hands back over his thighs. “Right there, pup. Good boy.”

My eyes grow heavy as I do as I’m told, remaining pliant between his legs with his cock warming on my tongue.

“You love things in your mouth— have you realised that, pup?” Nikola whispers once he’s evened his breaths again, but his voice is still wrecked and heavy, and so alluring I almost want to consume it. “My fingers… my tongue… my cock… my cum.”

My skin heats as his words slide over me, but I don’t move other than to swallow around him.

“Mhmm. You’ll drift if I cum again,” he mumbles, almost to himself. I feel myself frown, but Nikola’s already sitting up and pulling me back. I whimper from the loss, and try to resist, but Nikola’s stronger and his cock slips free from my lips before I can stop it.

“I-I—” I start only to cough all over again.

“Sshh,” Nikola shushes before he tilts my head. A washcloth morphs in his hand and he presses it gently to my cheeks, but I still jolt as the cold, fuzzy texture slides over my skin. “You did so well, pup,” Nikola praises while he cleans me. “You are so good for me, so sweet.”

My lips part, but my complaints fade as I soak in his praise. I lean into his touch, wanting more.

“What colour are you?” Nikola asks gently while he wipes my face clean.

Colour? What colour… oh. “Green.”

“Good,” he replies, smiling, and I immediately return it. He chuckles a little. “Now, come here.”

I try to lift myself up, but my legs are weak beneath me. Nikola helps me, sliding his hands under my arms and lifting me onto the bed. My knees dig into the bed on either side of him, making me shudder as the fabric of his trousers tickles the inside of my thighs.

I feel his magic surge a moment before his clothes disappear, leaving him as naked as I am. I want to touch, but Nikola slides back. He pushes back, leaving me to follow as he shuffles until his back is against the headboard.

I crawl after him, trembling as the movement shifts the plug in my ass, but I don’t stop until I’m in his lap.

Nikola groans his pleasure as his hands slide down my hips. He looks up at me, and his gaze feels like fire on my skin as my cock twitches needily between us.

“Nikola,” I whimper as I cling to his shoulders and grind down, rubbing myself up against his cock and down on the plug. “I-I need it… need you… please.”

“I know,” he muses as his hands slide over my ass. He spreads me, holding me open with one hand while the other fingers the toy. He tugs at it a little, but even while that sends pleasure rattling through me, it barely moves. He tries again, but not with much effort. “You’re going to have to give this back, Hagen.”

“Stop,” I whine, feeling senseless tears build, but I feel so naked and raw, I can’t help it. “You know… you know… it’s—”

“Thick,” Nikola finishes when I don’t. “And you have a very greedy hole.”

“Nikola!” I groan, spurring him into chuckles.

Chuckling again, Nikola tugs at the toy, for real this time, prying until it gives. Carefully, it slips from me with a stretch that makes me keen before it’s gone. I pant, hole open and aching. I can’t stop shaking, can’t stop rubbing myself against his cock.

“Sir. Please put it in,” I mumble over and over in a lost babble. “P-Please. Please… please.”

Nikola doesn’t reply, but I hear the lube cap pop and feel relief wash over. I rise to my knees, making room, and then his cock is there, pressing against me.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I whimper, already moaning, but he doesn’t press in. I shuffle, spreading wider, but still, Nikola keeps his cock against my hole. Just there.

Opening my clenched eyes, I frown down at him and Nikola stares plainly back at me.

“What did I say we’d be doing tonight, pup?” He asks, and for a moment, I feel like I’m hearing English for the first time.

“Why are we talking?” I hear myself ask, and I sound like a lost child.

Nikola laughs again, his face brightening with fresh amusement. “What did I say I’d be doing to you tonight, Hagen?”

I think hard, think back to the beginning that felt like days ago now while Nikola’s cock teases my hole. I try to push back onto it, but Nikola’s tsks and his magic quickly wraps around my waist.

“Hagen,” he growls my name and my heart tightens painfully, hating the disappointment there.

“Use me,” I answer when it comes to me. “You said you’d be using me.”

“Correct,” Nikola replies before his hand strays, settling instead on my thighs. I shiver beneath them, even more when he spreads his fingers, hooking his thumbs over my inner thighs. “Make me cum, pup.”

I blink at him, lost again, but this time, it’s only until the look in his eyes explains itself to me.

Nikola wanted me to make him cum, wanted me to do this… wanted me to ride him.

My blush returns, but this time it blooms over my chest, moving so quickly that I feel a little dizzy.

“You can do that, can’t you?” Nikola asks while his thumb toys with my cock.

I shudder, lifting my hips to get away, and his lips spread into another lovely smile.

“Come on, pup,” he encourages as he eases me back onto his lap. “Make me cum.”

Maybe I wouldn’t if we were just having sex, maybe I’d be too nervous and self-conscious for it, but this is a scene. He’s my dom, and as much as he teased and toyed with me, he’d given me an instruction.

I couldn’t feel embarrassed when I was simply listening to his instructions.

I was just listening and… I wanted to listen.

Lifting my hips once more, I reach a hand back, taking hold of Nikola’s cock while I grip his shoulder with the other. Nikola’s eyes flare where they rest on mine, growing hungry as he waits patiently for me.

Pressing Nikola’s cock to my hole, I struggle to hold his gaze as I push back. I was used to resistance, used to having to work a little to take him, but after the plug, he slides in all at once. Only the plug hadn’t been this long. It couldn’t go very deep, so as Nikola’s cock slides inside of me, it stretches my hole open in places only for his cock, places that always made me come alive.

“Oh! O-Oh… no, no, no,” I whine as his cock inches inside of me, sliding deep and opening up my hole for him. He presses against the bundle of nerves I now realise haven’t been touched this entire time. Had he done this on purpose? I’m stretched but barely— his cock prods me, fills me, and I’m shaking all over again. “Nikola! Sir! P-Please! I-I… I can’t. I can’t. I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he replies in a rasp while his hands slide up and down my trembling thighs. “I’ve been good to you, Hagen. Now, be good to me.”

Tears spill from my eyes unabashedly as I pant hard. My entire body feels like it’s been shocked and touched all at once, and with how deep he is, I can’t manage a breath without feeling him.

I don’t think I can move; it’ll be too much, but Nikola had given me an instruction, and I… I wanted to be good for him.

Fingers digging into his shoulders, I push my hips back, grinding myself down on his cock. Nikola drops his head to the headboard with a sated moan. My teeth dig into my lips as I work myself on his cock, rocking back and forth while his cock prods my prostate.

“Pup,” he warns as he looks at me through the corner of his heavy eyes.

I let my lip free, and it trembles as I shift my hips up, taking him out a few inches before I drop back onto his cock.

“Ungh,” we moan together as I do it again, then there’s no way for me to hold in my sounds. “Ahh! Ungh! Agh!”

I ride Nikola’s cock, fucking myself on it and trying my best to make him feel good so that he can cum inside of me. Nikola watches me like a king on their throne, his eyes greedily roving over my body the way his hands do on my hips and thighs.

“That’s good, pup,” he praises as I ride him. “That’s… very— ugh… very good.”

My cock bumps and grinds against his stomach, smearing his skin with precum, but Nikola doesn’t mind. He watches it with a leer so hungry it almost feels like he’s sucking me, but he doesn’t touch me once. He just leaves me to drag myself to the edge of another orgasm with only his cock to lead the way.

“How does that feel, pup?” He asks as his fingers rise to thumb at my nipples.

I squeak, trying to pull away, but Nikola’s magic slams against my back like a wall, keeping me right where I am.

“G-Good, sir,” I reply, even while my hole quivers around him.

“Mhmm,” he hums as he flicks the nub until I’m trembling and drooling. “Aren’t you going to ask me how I feel?”

I blink hard, trying to think as I rock back and forth on Nikola’s cock, purposefully stroking my prostate over and over again.

“H-How are you… oh..” I whine as Nikola’s hands find my hips again, directing me to circle them before he grabs my hips once more. “How does that f-feel, Sir?”

“Very good,” Nikola purrs, his smile returning loosely as he watches me grind on his cock. “I’ll cum soon, but something tells me you’ll want to cum first.”

I whimper, knowing he’s right. I’d been on the edge from the moment he’d entered me, but now I’m dancing on the edge as I push up on my knees to ride him properly. My nails dig into Nikola’s skin, reigniting the marks there as the lines appear purple with his pleasure.

“Sir,” I whine as I take him over and over again. He presses against my stomach, stuffing my insides, and I can’t hold it anymore, especially not when he lurches up, wrapping his arms around my chest while he drags my neck down to his canines.

“Nikola!” I weep on a sob.

“I know, baby,” he rasps, and—

Baby? Baby— “Can I—”

“Go on,” Nikola allows before his teeth sink into one of my marks and I’m there again, cumming so hard I see stars.

I can’t think, can’t move as my body tenses and I cum all over Nikola. He growls his approval as he thrusts up, pressing deep and cruelly against my prostate that already worships him. It’s not fair, but Nikola wasn’t fair, not with me.

Teeth still lodged into my neck, Nikola spreads my cheeks apart and thrusts again, and my mind fades. Pleasure comes in endless waves that crash as he claims me with every cruel thrust.

I loved Nikola not only my tongue, but inside of me… inside my hole while he made his claim on me… oh Goddess, nothing— nothing was better. He pounds into me, fucking me as he pries my insides open to take him, to let him have what’s his, and I give as I’m made to.

“Mine,” he growls as he thrusts up into my body and spills.

Mouth agape, I stare listlessly at the wall while he uses my body as he sees fit.

“You’re mine.”

I was. I belonged to Nikola Amorenia, mind, body, and soul. I always have, and I always will.

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so… Thoughtsssss??????

The plug….

One big thing about their first scene was that I didn’t want it to feel too perfect around the edges, cause they’re both amateur within the scene, but I also wanted safety at the height of this.

Another big thing was that I wanted Nikola to push Hagen, to get him out of his mind and also out of his comfort zone. I feel like Nikola succeeded in spades at that, and I absolutely love how he got into Hagen’s mind.

Hagen’s POV here was such a damn dream to write, I really hope you guys enjoyed it. 

Okay, so with that, we’ve only got one more chapter to Control and I am sooooo damn excited for you all to see what happens to tie this lovely story all together.

Love you all,
Tippy