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Out of all of the men that TK had dated in his life – and he’d dated many, most of which were very questionable choices – Carlos was, in many ways, his biggest success.
Carlos was the textbook definition of a gentleman. He was kind, respectful and generous, always willing to lend a helping hand, a hard worker through and through. He returned his shopping cart, said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, held doors open for others and tipped generously.
Thinking of it from that perspective, it was kind of alarming how low TK’s standards have fallen by the time he met Carlos.
But his point was, Carlos was a gentleman in every aspect of his life. His father had yet to convince Carlos to start calling him by his first name, and TK was yet to talk him into ordering takeout for their date nights in instead of cooking a full three course meal for them every time.
Even in the privacy of their bedroom, Carlos was extremely caring and courteous. There wasn’t a single time that the two of them have had sex that he hadn’t made sure that TK came, very often first and more than once, and he was always the first one to go grab a clean towel to clean them up, which was yet another thing that was new for TK. He always checked in when they tried something new together, asked how he was feeling about it and if he wanted to do it again instead of rolling over and going straight to sleep.
It was safe to say that TK hadn’t felt this respected by another partner in his entire life. Which made him feel that much worse for whishing that, at least occasionally, Carlos would let go of his gentlemanly tendencies and just be a little selfish for a change. Go after what he wanted, with no regard for TK and his wants in a very consensual way.
That wasn’t to say that their sex life was lacking in any way. It absolutely was not. Carlos might have been a gentleman who held certain beliefs of how one should act and treat their partner, but that didn’t mean that there was any less passion between them because of it. He was always making sure that TK was thoroughly wrecked and came his brains out by the time they were done regardless of the kind of sex they were having.
Carlos easily tossed TK around like he weighed nothing at all and even playfully pinned him to the bed on occasion. But as soon as he realized the position they were in, he’d let go. And TK loved every single second of it, there was no doubt about it. If that was the only kind of sex they had for the rest of their lives, TK would die a happy man. He didn’t need anything else.
But- but. For once, TK wished he wouldn’t let go. And despite his best efforts, other fantasies just kept on creeping in.
If TK had to guess, it probably had a lot to do with Carlos’ perfectly controlled exterior, and the tight reign he had over himself in his general day to day life. TK kind of just wanted to see him completely let go, and mostly, be the main reason behind it, however messed up that might be.
He wanted Carlos to want him so much that he forgot all about his manners and just took. He wanted Carlos to use his considerable strength to pin him to the bed and keep him there, not just be playful and worry about his grip being too tight and leaving behind accidental bruises. Hell, TK would be thrilled if Carlos got rough enough to leave behind bruises that he could later press on like a fucking masochist that he sometimes was and remember how wanted the whole experience made him feel.
He just wanted Carlos to use him for his own pleasure because he wanted him so bad he just couldn’t help himself.
Only, TK wasn’t quite sure how to say it aloud. Or, if he even should. With Carlos being the way he was, the last thing TK wanted was to make him uncomfortable, or ruin things with his own messed up wants. What if Carlos saw him differently after finding out what was going on inside his head?
No, TK was perfectly content with keeping his fantasies purely to himself, only indulging in them on those lonely nights when Carlos was stuck at work and TK found himself riled up and all alone in their shared bed. That was going to have to be enough.
But, because this was TK’s life, he should have known better than to expect things to go according to plan.
What started out as a normal day at work quickly spun out of control during their last call of the day.
TK might not have officially been a firefighter anymore, but when they turned up to rescue a man literally hanging by a thread from a shaky and very badly constructed scaffold next to a tall building, while profusely bleeding from a nasty injury that made moving him incredibly dangerous, his dual training came in very handy.
He was his father’s son through and through, and he was the first one to volunteer to go on up there before anyone could even suggest it. It made the most sense, so in no time he was strapped into his protective gear and was climbing his way up the ladder and to the injured man.
Things took a turn for the worse, as they so often did, and TK just about managed to secure the man into a basket and get himself off of the scaffold before the whole thing collapsed beneath them. He didn’t even know that Carlos and his partner were on the scene until he got off of the ladder on shaky legs and Carlos pulled him into a fierce hug full of unspoken promises.
If there was one thing this burst of adrenaline following a close call at work guaranteed, it was some incredible life affirming sex.
And he was right. As soon as he walked through the front door of their home that night after work, Carlos was all over him. He had him pinned to the door before TK could even comprehend what was happening, his shirt all but ripped away from his body in the haste to get him naked as soon as possible.
Not that TK cared. He found himself immediately responding to Carlos’ fervent kisses and his desperation. He let Carlos lead them up into the bedroom and push him down onto the bed, quickly covering him with his heavy body. His hands found their way around TK’s wrists, keeping him pinned and helpless and all TK could do was arch into his touch and silently beg for more.
Unfortunately, as was always the case, this was the part where Carlos took note of their position and started backing off. But as soon as he let go of TK’s wrists and started to sit up, TK let out a sound of protest.
“TK?” Carlos questioned with obvious concern, looking him over. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
TK shook his head. “You didn’t. I just-“ he cut himself, still unsure if he should voice his thoughts and how bad of a fallout they would bring if Carlos found it too disturbing for his tastes. Would they just pretend it never happened, or would Carlos look at him differently after it?
“You just…” Carlos prompted, waiting him out with the patience of a saint. Did TK mention how lucky he was to have such an understanding boyfriend? Because he was. He really, truly was.
So, deciding to give Carlos the credit that he was due instead of doubting him, TK said, “I want you to keep going.”
Carlos frowned, confused. “I wasn’t planning on stopping.”
“No, I know that,” TK said, trying to find the words to properly express his wants. “I meant that I didn’t want you to pause and think about how you wanted to make me come.”
Now Carlos looked even more confused. “You don’t want to come?”
TK groaned. Nothing he was saying was making sense. He would have to be extra blunt if he wanted to get his point across. “Of course I want to come,” he said, because he wasn’t going to lie and pretend otherwise. “But I don’t want that to be your priority. I want you to be in charge and use me to get yourself off however you want without worrying about me getting off in the process.”
Carlos’ frown shifted from confusion to concern incredibly quickly. “You want me to use you? TK-“
“Just-“ TK said, all of the previous eagerness evaporating when faced with Carlos’ reluctance. “Forget I said anything. Can we get back to what we were doing before?”
Carlos looked at him for a long, charged moment, trying to read him until TK broke and averted his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He wasn’t usually the one to get embarrassed when it came to sex, but he’d never really been in a situation like this, either.
The bed dipped as Carlos leaned forward, hands returning to their previous spot around TK’s wrists, holding them securely pinned on the pillow above his head. Not that he needed to. TK was more than happy to keep them there all by himself, no instruction necessary.
“You want me to be fully in control,” he said, forcing TK to meet his eyes.
“I said that I want you to be in charge,” TK corrected, already breathless from the sheer intensity in Carlos’ eyes. “Never said anything about you being in control.”
Carlos tilted his head slightly to the side as he considered his words. Then, he put more strength behind his grip and really pushed TK deeper into the bed, to the point that TK wasn’t sure if he could get out of his hold even if he tried. He was strong, yes, but Carlos was bigger and stronger. If it came down to a struggle, he knew he wasn’t going to win.
It probably said a lot about him that the reminder of his own helplessness only turned him on more.
“Let me get this straight,” Carlos said, tone completely casual, as if TK couldn’t feel his rock hard cock pressed against his hip. It seemed that TK wasn’t the only one who found this position incredibly arousing. “You want to be completely at my mercy.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on the column of TK’s throat, right over his rabbiting pulse. “You want me to pin you to the bed and have my way with you, use you however I want to get off while you just lay there and take it.”
The kiss turned into a bite and TK arched into it, moaning out an already desperate, “Yes.”
“And you want me not to care if you come?” Carlos asked, as if this was the one part he had the hardest time understanding. Like TK said, he was dating a goddamn gentleman. “Like, orgasm denial type of thing?”
“I know you’ll care no matter what I say,” TK said, squirming in his hold just to remind himself that he couldn’t actually go anywhere, not until Carlos let him. If he let him. “I want you to pretend that you don’t care. If it happens while you’re getting yourself off, that’s fine. If not, that’s fine, too.” He shrugged. “It’s up to you, which is the whole point. I’m good either way.”
Carlos said nothing, and this time, TK started squirming in unease. “Obviously, we don’t have to try it if you’re not into it. I’m perfectly happy with the way things are now and keeping this just as a fantasy.”
A very elaborate and incredibly hot fantasy.
“It feels very selfish,” Carlos finally said. Not that he didn’t want to, but rather that he felt guilty that he did. Pretty standard for Carlos, and something TK could work with.
TK chuckled, tilting his head up to ask for a kiss that Carlos quickly granted him. “I’m the one who asked for it in the first place, remember? If anything, I’m the one who’s being selfish. I want you to call all the shots so I can turn my brain off for a little while and enjoy the ride. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.”
Carlos gulped. “You trust me that much?”
“Of course I do. I love you, Carlos,” TK said, like it was the easiest thing in the world, because it certainly felt like it. “So much. I’d never ask you to do this if I didn’t have complete faith in you.”
“But what if I take it too far?”
TK shook his head. “You won’t. You’ve always been able to read me like an open book, and I think we know each other well enough by now to know what’s working and what isn’t. Besides,” he added with a grin, “when have I ever been shy about making it clear when something isn’t working for me?”
Carlos laughed under his breath, and TK joined him because he knew he was right. He wanted Carlos to be rougher, but he wasn’t actually a masochist. He didn’t want it to hurt in a bad way; he wanted to just relax and take everything that Carlos wanted to give him. It was that simple.
“And you promise that if at any point you want to stop, you’ll tell me?” Carlos checked in, for what TK was pretty sure was the final time and his heart immediately picked back up again.
“Only if you promise to do the same,” TK said in return. “This only works if we’re both enjoying it. I don’t want you to force yourself into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.”
“It’s a deal,” Carlos said, then leaned down and sealed it with a kiss.
They kissed for a long time after that, letting the mood pick back up again from where they started, the new tension replacing the previous excitement. Eventually, Carlos let go of his wrists so their hands could roam around and finish undressing.
TK was alight with excitement, unsure of what Carlos had in mind for him tonight but dying to find out. So when Carlos fully pulled away and stood up from the bed, he had to swallow a truly undignified noise of protest that tried to escape his mouth.
“Hands and knees,” Carlos said, voice as soft as it always was, but with an unfamiliar edge of a command behind the tone that sent a shiver down TK’s spine.
Oh yeah. Here we go.
He scrambled to obey, much to Carlos’ amusement, but he was past the point of caring. He still couldn’t believe that Carlos knew about his fantasy now, and even less that he’d actually agreed to try it. Seriously, how did he get so lucky to land a guy like Carlos?
TK shivered when the bed behind him dipped with the added weight, tensing up when Carlos leaned over him to reach for the bottle of lube that lived in his nightstand drawer.
“Next time,” Carlos murmured as he pushed in the first slick finger inside him without preamble, “I want you to come already prepared.”
TK moaned, more at the words than the sensation, because Carlos really wasn’t messing around now that he had a solid plan of action. They did this often enough that TK didn’t really need the prep. Just some lube and taking it slow at the start were enough to do the trick. Carlos was well aware of that too, which meant that this entirely unnecessary and very thorough fingering was only meant as a tease.
A complaint was sitting at the very tip of TK’s tongue, because Carlos was very deliberately avoiding hitting his prostate in the process on purpose, dragging the process out in a way that he knew would drive TK insane. Then he remembered that this was about Carlos and what he wanted; TK was his to use as he wished. He wasn’t supposed to care about getting TK off. His main goal now was to open him up as quicky and as efficiently as possible, because the rare occasions that they started out with fingering meant that Carlos could push inside him straight away instead of taking it slow, with the intensity that never failed to make TK shout.
Usually, Carlos insisted on adding a third finger to fully prepare him, despite TK’s often impatient insistence that he could take it just as well with only two. He enjoyed a little burn from the stretch, liked having to work for the pleasure that always inevitably followed it. He knew his body well enough to know what was enough, and Carlos, to his never ending delight, knew it, too.
“You ready?” he whispered and TK gave an eager nod. Carlos nipped at his earlobe in warning. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” TK breathed out. “I’m ready, I’m so ready, I promise.”
His words were interrupted by an embarrassing squeak when Carlos suddenly pressed a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him down into the mattress. TK braced himself onto his elbows as Carlos fucking mounted him, there was no other word to describe their current position. Any without any hesitation, he lined up and started pushing in, excruciatingly slowly but steadily, until he was all the way inside.
TK felt so full he could hardly breathe, mouth opened in a silent scream. And unlike all of the previous times they had sex, Carlos didn’t give him more than a few seconds to adjust before he started pulling out and pushed back in. TK whined into the bedding, thighs trembling because this was a lot, bordering on too much but it felt so fucking good at the same time. Carlos was doing exactly what he asked for and more.
It didn’t take long before Carlos started picking up speed, until TK had to fist both his hands into the sheets so he wouldn’t slide into the bedframe from the force of his thrusts. TK didn’t know what was louder, his own moans of the slap of slick skin against skin. Either way, he didn’t much care as long as Carlos didn’t stop.
Even without Carlos trying, he delivered an occasional straight up hit to TK’s prostate that had stars filling his vision. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to get him to come, but it was good enough to keep pushing him towards that edge even without anything touching his cock. He knew that he couldn’t come without it, but when Carlos’ breathing started to change and his thrusts got that edge of familiar desperation, he knew that he was close to coming himself.
Since Carlos wasn’t supposed to care right now, TK decided to take matters into his hands, quite literally at that. He snaked one hand under his body and went to grab at his cock to help himself along, he couldn’t help it. But before he could even get in one full stroke of his hand, Carlos paused and wrestled his hand away, pinning both arms over his head, the heat of his body pressing him even firmer into the mattress until he was fully immobile.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Carlos whispered into his neck, hips slowing down into a filthy, deep grind right against his prostate. It was so good and too much, but still not enough to actually push him over the edge and Carlos, the tease, damn well knew it.
“Carlos,” TK managed on a sob, just to say something but he couldn’t quite remember how to form any other words other than Carlos’ name. What was there even to say? “Carlos, please-“
“Please what?” Carlos punctuated his words with a perfectly positioned thrust that had TK’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. He wanted nothing more than to at least grind down onto something, but Carlos wrapped one strong arm around his hips to make sure he stayed right where he put him. “This isn’t about you and what you want, remember?”
Carlos let his fingers brush against TK’s hard and weeping cock and whatever pleas TK was ready to say dissolved into a pitiful whine instead. He was so close, and yet so far away and Carlos certainly wasn’t going to help get him there.
So when Carlos wrapped a sturdy hand around his hip and braced himself on the bed, said, “This is just for me,” before he returned to his previous pace, all TK could really do was hold on for dear life and enjoy the ride.
And oh, did he enjoy it. By the time Carlos finally came, TK was a complete and utter mess. He was oversensitive, shuddering with every move and cock hard enough to pound nails. When Carlos finally pulled out, he all but melted into the mattress, wincing at the brush of his cock against the sheets and panting into the pillow. He might not have come, but he felt so completely wrung out and exhausted, he almost didn’t even care.
Almost being the key word.
But then Carlos was turning him around, propping him against his side to make it easier for TK to wrap himself around him and hold on tight.
“I guess you can get yourself off now,” Carlos said, slipping a thigh between his legs and rubbing once, hard, to make it known what he wanted TK to do. And TK, fully submerged in his new floaty state of mind didn’t even question it. He didn’t have a single ounce of shame to spare as he practically started humping Carlos’ leg.
It didn’t take long for him to finally come, and Carlos held him nice and close when he did, brushing his hair and pressing kisses along any strip of skin within his reach while TK’s recovered from his spine melting orgasm. He hadn’t come this hard in a very long time, and he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
“Good?” Carlos murmured, forever diligent about his wellbeing and TK nodded from where his head was tucked against Carlos’ chest.
“I’m perfect,” he said, words slurring only a little bit. “We’re definitely doing this again.”
He felt more than heard Carlos’ chuckle, the vibration of it nearly lulling him to sleep. “Of course. And hey, no falling asleep. We’re both a filthy mess. Shower first.”
TK groaned his protest, but gave into Carlos’ insistent probing and somehow got onto his shaky legs. Carlos only laughed at him a little as he helped him into the bathroom and into the shower, doing all of the work to clean them both up while TK held onto him for dear life.
Despite how rough Carlos could get with him – because the bruises already blooming over his hips and wrists were proof enough that he had it in him when necessary – he was still Carlos. His caring, doting boyfriend who didn’t have it in himself to even hurt a fly. And now that their little roleplay scene was over, he was back to his usual self, bringing TK’s lightly bruised wrists to his lips to cover them in loving kisses.
And TK wouldn’t have him any other way.