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“Jako…”
“Karl.” His voice could have been harsher, could have held more judgement. Jacques hasn’t forgotten after all, their latest fight fresh on his memory. He wouldn’t claim he had been innocent, but it seemed like his provocations always ended in the wrong kind of attention from Karl.
Still. With him standing here, in front of the flat he himself had picked and furnished for Jacques, voice soft and lips pressed together tightly in anxious anticipation… It would have felt cruel to at least not listen to what he had to say.
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you going to let me in?”, Karl asked, suddenly uneager to hold private conversations in public like this, even though just a night prior, he hadn’t hesitated to scold Jacques like a little school boy in front of half of Paris’ fashion industry. So what, that he had a little vis-à-vis in the bathrooms during the show? Karl knew that he had no interest in dresses - was it really his fault when he had been presented with an option he had far more interest in?
And so, Jacques crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame, arching an eyebrow in quiet challenge, barricading the way into the apartment that at least legally was Karl’s property.
Karl sighed softly. He knew that this was not going to be easy, and as long as this was the only defeat he was going to face, he would still walk out victorious. “Very well.”, he muttered, mostly to himself, sunglasses hiding how his eyes were fixating on Jacques' face.
“I came here to apologise.”
So much had been clear, but Jacques still had not expected to hear it quite so straightforward, his face perking up in curiosity.
“I didn’t treat you right, Jako. Not like you deserve - not like you need.”, Karl admitted, and Jacques was already ready to forgive and forget, at least for now, at least for another month or two until the sweetness of Karl’s apology would have been once more forgotten after the man’s attention would have been focused on his work and not on Jacques for so long that Jacques would have felt forced to stop his loneliness from shredding him to pieces in some other way.
And yet, before Jacques could even reply, Karl moved one step further, causing Jacques' voice to hitch.
“And I’m here to fix this.”
Karl’s hand moved gently onto Jacques' chest, fingers brushing over the soft material of his cotton shirt, and he didn’t even need to exert any pressure for Jacques being willing to let Karl’s hand lead him. He stepped back, taking Karl with him, letting him inside of his apartment.
“You are?”, Jacques asked, already feeling how his mouth was drying as Karl closed the door behind them with his ankle, his hand still holding onto the placket of Jacques' shirt, gently nudging him towards his bedroom.
“It wasn’t fair for me to expect you to limit yourself.”, Karl stated, his hand trailing further up to Jacques' shoulders, and gently pressing him down, now that they were standing in front of his bed. “You have needs, and I should have done better at fulfilling them. Desires and thirsts that I should have quenched long ago.” Jacques' eyes were wide open, looking up at Karl, his lips parted, taking in every word like gospel. Disbelief, surprise and anticipation whisked together in the pits of his stomach, causing his blood to heat.
“Wasn’t fair for me to demand you to be someone you can’t be, to leave bits of you behind, become something you aren’t, just because — just because I…” His gaze slipped away from Jacques, his head turned away. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it, to voice his own limitations and insecurities.
Gently, Jacques took Karl’s hand, and kissed his fingertips, before pressing his cleanly shaven cheek against Karl’s fingers. He didn’t need to say it. “Karlito…”, Jacques cooed, calling his – his lover? Soon-to-be lover back to himself, and Karl’s head snapped back towards him like on command. Even if his eyes were still hidden behind thick glasses, Jacques had no doubt that all of the man’s attention was once more on him.
Karl let his fingertips brush over Jacques' cheekbones, the soft ridges of Karl’s calluses from holding too many pens too tightly for too many hours each day fit so perfectly against Jacques' facial structure, it was difficult to picture that they hadn’t been made for another. “Undress for me, Jako.”, Karl spoke softly, before he finally withdrew.
Jacques nodded, like an eager puppy, before he scrambled to undress. He might have been tempted to just rip his shirt off of his chest, but it had been a gift of Karl’s, and he wouldn’t want to ruin the mood with Karl’s disdain of having his creations being treated like that.
Jacques hardly noticed that Karl himself was not undressing, he hardly cared - maybe, he’d get to open him up like a christmas present, stripping him from each carefully selected layer of clothes to worship the body hidden beneath it.
As it was, it was alluring to have Karl just stand there and regard Jacques' presenting body with the same expression that Karl had when he judged a new creation.
“Very good.”, Karl murmured when Jacques was displayed fully nude for Karl to take in, alabaster skin draped artfully over white satin sheets, a broad impish smirk on Jacques' face as he stretched his body to show more of himself off.
Only then did he notice that Karl had brought a shoulder bag. As small as it was, Jacques might have thought it was just an accessory, the dark leather blending so perfectly with the rest of Karl’s outfit. Now, though, he could tell that it was promising function, with how Karl was going through it. “What are you looking for? I’ll have everything in my night table, there is condo–”
“Shush.”, Karl interrupted him decisively, making Jacques arch his eyebrows up in question.
Before the mood could sour, though, Karl looked up — and then took a step forward, moving to kneel onto the edge of the bed. “Let me take control, Jako.”, he said, softly, almost pleading. “We can do it my way or no other.”
Jacques licked his lips - but nodded. He understood. This - this all came easy to Jacques, but it took a lot of work from Karl. He could… be more forgiving, more accommodating. At least the first few times, until they build a rhythm together, until he could slowly but certainly push Karl into fucking him as often as he desired him. Daily.
“Alright.”, Jacques agreed, and watched Karl crawl forward. His heart was beating harshly as the man that had been the centre of his desires for so long climbed over him. Fully dressed and imposing, and despite the insecurities that Jacques knew he held, he knew what he wanted and was finally willing to take it. He came to stop, still not touching Jacques - if only he’d sit down, he’d be straddling Jacques' hips, they could feel another, their faces so close that soon they could—
Once more, Karl moved for his shoulder bag, hanging against his hips. “What are you…?”, Jacques asked - and his curiosity turned into high scale confusion when Karl pulled out handcuffs. Not the kind that the cops may use. The bands were broad, smoothed and polished, and if it wasn’t for the chain between them, Jacques might have thought they were fashion accessories. The kind of silver bracelets a husband might buy his wife for an important event. An anniversary. A birthday. As an apology.
“Shhh, Jacques, please.”, Karl murmured, as he gently took one of Jacques' wrists, the younger man’s arm tense, his face hardening defensively. Karl sighed softly, before he leaned down, pressing a chaste little kiss onto Jacques' temple. “Let me be in control, Jacques. Please.”, he asked sweetly, his lips brushing against the soft skin of the younger man’s forehead as he spoke.
For another moment, Jacques was tense, before he gently nuzzled the top of his head against Karl’s face. “Fine.”, he groaned, defeated, a little bit of cheek in his voice. He had done crazier things. Worse things. Some handcuffs weren’t quite what he had expected from Karl, but… if this was what was needed to make the man comfortable, if he really needed to feel like he was controlling everything to truly open himself up…
He offered his hand, and Karl attached the cuff very carefully. Jacques had been right - it definitely wasn’t the kind that was used by the police. It was heavier, sturdy, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable, a piece of felt or fleece lining the inside to keep the cold metal off of his skin.
Jacques laughed a little as Karl ushered him to skit up a little bit further, threading the chain through two of the bars of the metal bed frame. “I’m not going to run away.”, he teased with a chuckle. Not now that he was so close to getting what he wanted from the man he desired so much.
“I’m just making sure.”, Karl reassured as he clasped the other cuff onto Jacques' wrist. Carefully he inspected the metal, making sure that it sat tight and secure but wouldn’t cause pain, while the short metal chain forced Jacques' hands over his head. “Very good.”, he murmured, and Jacques wasn’t sure if Karl was reassuring himself or praising his young lover. “Turn around now.”, Karl instructed.
Strong hands found their way to Jacques' hips, offering support to flip Jacques onto his belly, now that his movement had been restrained and made so much more awkward.
Jacques groaned, displeased. “But I want to see you.”, he whined. Hell, Jacques was more than flexible enough to allow a good pounding from this side, after all—
But Karl was having none of it. With a bit of force, he heaved Jacques around, turning him onto his stomach. Jacques grunted in protest, but there wasn’t much he could do – not if he didn’t want to kick Karl. With the chain now twisted, his anyway limited movement was further restrained, hands locked into their position, and he could already tell that he’d need help to turn once more onto his back.
Before he could protest, though, he gasped; A loud smack echoed through the bedroom, and even though it was his own arse that was smarting, he could hardly believe that he had just been spanked.
“I asked very nicely to be in control, Jako.”, Karl admonished, voice a deep disappointed drawl that made Jacques' ears burn. Karl leaned down once more, giving Jacques' shoulder a kiss, before letting his lips trail down to his tailbone, causing goosebumps to rise as he breathed in Jacques' scent. “I said I’ll give you what you need, mh? You just need to be patient, and I can make sure you are given what you deserve.”
“O-okay.”, Jacques agreed - and yet, Karl seemed to shuffle off of him. Jacques tried to turn his head and see what he was doing, but his own arm was in the way, so he hardly saw more than a few shadows, smudges of what might or might not be Karl.
It took a few moments, but then suddenly, he could feel something cool and smooth at his ass. Leather gloves, he realised, loaded with some form of lubricant. Wet but goal-oriented, they slide through his crack to find his hole. He couldn’t imagine Karl defiling any of his gloves with such filth, and yet, the idea was thrilling, causing Jacques to raise his arse, wiggling it ever so cheekily in an open invitation. A second hand, also gloves, moved to take hold of Jacques' plump arse cheeks, holding him in place just where he had just smacked him. Jacques was happy to cooperate, spreading his legs to allow better access, and soon, a finger was dancing around his tight hole.
The heat was rising within him, colouring his cheeks and chest and ears red, as Karl finally stopped just spreading the lubricant, and started pushing inside of him. Jacques gasped – he had desired this for so long, had imagined so many other hands that had been on him to be Karl’s… Now, that it was finally him, it was almost too good to be true, and the relief and desire were commanding Jacques' senses way more than a single finger ever could.
“Karl, please…”, Jacques pleaded prettily, as after many long minutes, Karl just started to work a second finger in. His cock was hard between his legs, weeping pre-cum all over his sheets. “I’m desperate, please.”, he mewled, not remembering the last time someone had been this gentle, had taken so much – way, way too much – time to prepare him, and Karl hummed. “I’ve got you.” But they seemed to have different ideas of what that meant. Where Jacques was pleading for Karl to finally hurry up and to fuck him already, Karl… He just grabbed one of the pillows, and gently wedged it below Jacques' hips, propping his arse up a little higher. This, somehow, made it worse. The pillow was way, way softer than the mattress, so even when Jacques tried to rub his needy cock against it, all the plushness didn’t allow for any of the friction he so desperately needed.
With two fingers in, Karl also seemed to have more in mind than just loosening his entrance. He was on a mission, looking for Jacques' prostate with almost clinical precision.
Now that Jacques thought about it… There was something very calculated about all of Karl’s movements. He didn’t have the brain space, however, to contemplate about why Karl wasn’t getting quite as enraged with lust like his usual partners would.
Soon, Jacques was mewling and moaning, pleading and begging, pulling on his restraints to allow himself to just get a quarter of an inch closer, to just get a little bit more, to just take a bit more from Karl. “Please, I’m ready, Karl, please.”, he insisted.
And finally, Karl seemed to be willing to listen. “Very well.”, he said, casually, and removed his hand.
The next few moments might just be the most thrilling of Jacques' life. In a minute or two, Karl would strip, or at the very least free his own cock, and finally union them, connect their bodies and intertwine them the same way their minds were combined, make one whole thing out of two broken halves. Any minute now, Jacques would hear Karl pull down his zipper, and then –
He did hear a zipper. But it wasn’t Karl’s trousers that were being opened, but his stupid shoulder bag. Jacques whined, needy and displeased. “Please, Karlito, you don’t need a condom, I want to feel you inside of m–”
He couldn’t finish.
A moment later, something big and blunt was being pressed against his hole, inserted with gentle force.
Not a cock.
“Karl?”, Jacques asked, confused, and Karl shushed him once more, while working the thick toy into the younger man’s arse.
“Hold still.”, Karl tutted, and Jacques shuddered as felt his inner channels around the hard plastic.
It was maybe a bit smaller than your average cock, but it was cool and very, very hard, giving no way as Karl seated it deeper and deeper inside of him.It was broad on one side, tapering off just to broaden again into a thick base, ensuring that Jacques' hungry ass wouldn’t swallow it hole – but it also wouldn’t be disposed off. Not all too quickly. Not without a helping hand.
“Karlito, you really don’t need to prepare me like this, I’m ready, I promise, I want you– ah!”
Another three spanks. Harsher this time, in quick succession. “I’ve told you.”, Karl reminded, running impatient with Jacques' games. “Let me be in control.”
And with that, he turned the vibrator on.
Set to the highest setting, Jacques squeaked as his body convulsed, the toy wedged exactly against his prostate, making his vision blurry as his arms yanked at the restraints and his feet kicked out, completely overwhelmed.
Jacques was moaning and screaming and cussing, in French and in English, and Karl smiled, touched, at the occasional German swear word, butchered so lovely by the young nobleman’s accent.
“Sh, sh, shush, you are doing so well…”, the older man murmured, gently patting his thighs, stroking and petting him without any inhibition or shame as he helped him relax into the almost painfully high setting of the vibrator inside of him. “You are doing so well for me, Jako. Don’t let the neighbours hear, they complain enough about you, mh? Don’t embarrass me further when you are doing so well for me, my Jako…”
It didn’t take long for Jacques to come. He had always been a horny bastard, and that too came to help.
Karl moved as Jacques started to plead him to remove the toy, overstimulated and sensitive, his words mumbled mush.
Instead of taking it out, though, he turned it down, so that its angry buzzing became nothing but a gentle rumbling deep inside of Jacques' guts.
Jacques took the relief that he was given, falling into himself as his muscles gave in, gasping for air, even if his hips started to lightly twitch against the continuous stimulation again, eager for more, if not exactly now.
“You’ve done so well.”, Karl said, and his words sounded so honest, that Jacques couldn’t help but feel proud.
His hands moved over Jacques' legs, gently squeezing the muscles that had so suddenly started to strain under the stimulation.
Jacques was enjoying the massage - until he suddenly felt Karl attaching something to his ankle. A rope? A band? “Karl, no– it’s enough now, please give me a few minutes…”, he asked, exhausted, but Karl didn’t seem to hear him.
Skillfully, he bound the hemp rope around the younger man’s ankle, before tightening it against one of the bed posts. Jacques might have tried to fight him off with his other leg, but with three out of four limbs already tied down securely, it was no challenge for Karl to secure his other leg as well.
“Can’t have you hurt yourself.”, Karl murmured, patting Jacques' hips as he climbed off the bed, seeing them start to pick up some pace again. He leaned down, giving the younger man a kiss onto his cheek, while a still gloved hand moved over his sweaty back.
“Alright, Jacques.”, Karl then said, matter of factly, as if repeating a business deal they had just agreed upon. “I am afraid I cannot stay much longer, I have a meeting over coffee regarding the new swimsuit collection.”
Confusion arose in Jacques, and he once more tried to move his head to see Karl better. “What…?”
“Shouldn’t take much longer than an hour or two. You stay right here and get these orgasms out of your organism, and once I’m back, you should be fit to join me in public once more.”
Before Jacques could protest, before the horror of the situation could fully grasp him, Karl turned the vibrator onto its highest setting once more, forcing him into another wave of overwhelming ecstasy.
“You have been dealing with this so well, Jacques..”, Karl praised once more, taking off the gloves and placing them onto Jacques' night table, just where he could see them. “We shall be doing this every day, mh? Maybe once your needs are filled, then you can keep your cock in your pants and don’t embarrass me in public.”