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"I need to get off, Sweetheart," Gerard said softly, staring down at his gagged husband. The sub closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly but slowly moving onto his stomach, wincing as his hard and ringed cock rubbed against the bedsheets. He pushed his ass out, head turned to Gerard and watching as his husband looked over his body. "Good boy," Gerard cooed softly at Patrick, watching his eyes clench shut. "Don't you dare think I'm going to let you cum after this," Gerard added, voice still drenched with sweetness.
Patrick closed his eyes, sighing softly through his nose, as he felt Gerard moving around on the bed. The mattress let out a squeak often at the shifting weight. Patrick kept his eyes shut as he heard the lube cap popping open, then felt a thumb over his entrance. He held back a whine as the thumb pushed into him, a light coat of lube covering Gerard's thumb.
The finger was pushed in and out slowly, coaxing Patrick into relaxing. Gerard watched as Patrick slowly came undone, panting and attempting to moan through the plastic ball gag, as Gerard began to prep him roughly starting with two fingers and not letting up. The sub's hands tightly held onto the bars of the headboard, keeping himself from reaching back.
"Being such a good boy," Gerard hummed happily, for once his husband was behaving like he wanted. Gerard sneaked in a third finger, fucking Patrick's ass quickly with his fingers, every time he pulls them out he drags his nails down the sub's prostate, making him groan into his gag.
Patrick shoves his face in the pillow below him as Gerard's fingers stay in place, taking over his prostate over and over, and over, and over, and over and Patrick's begging for more. Begging for it stop. Begging for it to continue. Begging to be allowed to cum like he needs to.
Patrick's so lost in the thought of being good enough that Gerard allows him to cum that he doesn't realize Gerard's pulled his fingers out of him and has the condom on and is lubing his own cock. He gasps in surprise when he feels the head of the dom's cock pushed into him. He attempts to pull his hands off the bars to reach for the dom but the second his hands leave the metal, his wrists are being shoved into the mattress. They're held with a bruising grip, fingers twitching as the blood circulation begins to slow with the tight hold.
Patrick whines loudly trying to inch his hands back forward to the metal, and push his ass back onto Gerard. It's damn near impossible, he thinks, until he's feeling his husband slam his hips all the way forward, his cock completely disappearing into his sub's ass.
Gerard grabs as Patrick's meaty hips from behind, slamming his hips up and back. Patrick is letting out small yelps and moans every time Gerard thrusts forward, stabbing his prostate. Patrick is writhing, clenching his ass around Gerard and nearly screaming when Gerard pins his head down and using it to brace himself and beginning to pound into a Patrick's used ass even harder.
He's grunting, small moans passing through his lips as Patrick clenches around his cock. The feeling of Gerard pinging Patrick's prostate every hit is killing Patrick. He just wants to cum, goddamnit. But he knows he can't. Knows he can't because it's what Gerard wants. Knows he can't because it's his punishment for misbehaving.
He begins to sob quietly as the overstimulation continues, his ass throbbing and his fingers cramping from gripping the bars so long and so tightly.
Gerard can't help but notice and feel bad, pulling out and quickly yanking at his length, sliding his fingers over the areas that make him continue moaning and thrusting into his hand. Soon he meets his climax, the white spurts landing on his husbands back. He groans and collapses forward onto Patrick, who's still clutching onto the metal headboard as if it's his lifeline.
Gerard sighs in content, wrapping his arms around Patrick's torso and moving to sit back on his heels, pulling Patrick with him and having slight complications when Patrick's fingers don't let go of the metal.
"Come on, Love, it's over. You did so well," Gerard smushed a hard kiss onto Patrick's temple. He rubs Patricks stomach, soothing the clenched, tensed muscles. "Relax, Darling," Gerard says softly.
Patrick comes down, eyes blinking open then blinking tightly shut, trying to piece back reality. He shudders, clutching onto Gerard's arms and tugging lightly. Gerard kissed his cheek and slowly maneuvered Patrick out of the bed, carrying him to the master bathroom. He closed the toilet lid and sat Patrick on it before sliding over to their large claw foot tub. He started the hot water and plugged the drain before moving to Patrick.
"You did so amazing," he said as he carefully unlocked the gag with the small key and carefully pulling it out of the sub's mouth and setting it onto the counter. Patrick immediately whined out, leaning forward to press himself against Gerard. "Come on, 'Trick, let's get you bathed then we can cuddle and sleep, sound good? I'll let you cum tomorrow, it's been a long week." Gerard said softly standing Patrick and letting the sub cling to his side as he walked him to the tub. Patrick nodded sleepily, sinking a foot into the water. "Good. In you go, Love."
