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John's knees ached as they pressed into the cold, wooden floor of his bedroom. The ache was welcome. It burned through him, radiating up through his thighs, leaving him aware of the pain every time he moved. John's hands rested patiently in his own lap, clasped together in hope that his own nails digging into his skin would be enough to stop him from touching himself. Every other part of him was still as he knelt on the ground; his skin completely bare. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as his eyes remained locked on the sight in front of him.
Bob lay on their bed, splaying himself across it almost lazily. One of his legs was draped over the edge of the bed, his body tilting so John could see everything. So John could do what he was told. Kneel on the floor until his legs trembled under the weight of holding himself up. Keep his hands to himself and keep his eyes on Bob without letting a hand drift between his legs. Wait patiently while Bob lay on the bed and idly stroked his own cock. Just be a good boy and watch.
Bob was fond of doing this to him. John was so obedient in the bedroom, more-so than most people would expect him to be. He took every instruction so well, and he took Bob even better. There was nothing better than making him wait for it. He came apart so quickly like this. Sitting there, eyes wide and trusting as they tracked the movements of Bob's hand, jaw slack as his imagination clearly ran away with him.
The voice in the back of Bob's mind told him that he ought to take a picture of John. The dumb, needy look on his face. It was perfect. Bob moved his hand faster, leaning to one side just so John could see how hard he was for him. Because it was always for John.
'You're being so good for me…' Bob got out between laboured breaths, eyes flicking between John's face and the rest of his body, so beautifully on display, except for…
'Move your hands.'
The command left his mouth and within seconds John complied. His hands were behind his back before Bob could say anything else. The man on the bed took his time enjoying the new view he had of John's body, nodding in approval as John spread his legs slightly, not letting anything stay hidden.
'You're so fucking wet already.' As the words left his mouth, Bob wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not. The moan John let out confirmed that he hadn't taken it as one. Degrading comments almost always worked better on him than compliments did, Bob had noticed. But John would take anything he was given, he didn't have the right to be picky.
He trusted Bob to give him what he needed even if he didn't know what it was.
Bob's hand moved faster, bringing himself even closer to the edge as he studied his partner's body. He was completely flushed; muscles tensed as he did all he could to keep himself from moving. John's body betrayed him, trembling with how long he had been sitting like that, the ache in his legs making everything feel heavy. That almost did it for Bob. But, it wasn't until he looked to John's face that he finished, body shaking from the feeling.
Bob's eyes didn't close as shuddering breaths fell from his mouth, he couldn't look away from John's eyes. Trusting, kind, completely under Bob's control. John was safe, at ease, and he wanted nothing more than to be good for Bob. He watched Bob fall apart like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, eyes portraying nothing but love.
'Good boy.' Bob's voice was shaking as he adjusted himself on the bed, sitting up slightly. Normally he wouldn't let John see him in anything but complete control. But, Bob decided that this time John deserved to see what he did to him, how easily Bob finished just from looking at him — just from looking at how good John was for him.
Bob carefully sat up, taking a moment to catch his breath and glance at the sheets beside him. His entire plan for the evening hadn't been to have John watch him masturbate all night, even though that sounded very appealing. His gaze fell very quickly upon the two toys he had gotten out of their closet before calling John into the room. They were two of John's favourites, because why would Bob pick anything else?
They weren't anything ridiculous — though they owned some ridiculous dildos from John's late-night "buy the biggest toy possible" internet quests — but that was probably for the best, this was their first time trying anything like this. They had talked about everything they were open to just a week into their relationship, and Bob would be lying if he said he didn't get excited when John agreed to this. The toys were large, around the same size Bob was, nothing that would be that overwhelming for John. But, he probably wouldn't have accepted anything smaller.
Bob caught himself before he got too lost in his thoughts, thinking about John taking any amount of ridiculously large toys. He looked back to John, whose head had tilted down to look at the floor while he waited for Bob to be back with him. He must've heard Bob's head turn because his head snapped up to look at his partner. John often had to be reminded to get out of his own head, too used to relying on his enhanced senses to map the world around him.
'Get up.' Bob prompted gently as he shuffled himself up the bed until his back was pressed to their headboard. He let John take his time, rather than walking over and yanking him to his feet by his hair. John loved to be manhandled, but Bob knew he was about to push him to his limits, John could take his time walking over.
And, John did just that. He took a deep breath as he staggered to his feet, legs burning as he finally straightened them again. It struck John that he had no idea how long he had been kneeling for. He had been so captivated watching Bob; unable to take his eyes off of him. His mind swimming with all the thoughts of what Bob could do to him, all the ways Bob could make John his.
John made his way across the cold hardwood floors, footfalls echoing in the small bedroom they now shared, so far from the tower where they'd first started… whatever this was. All John knew was that he had never loved anyone the way he loved Bob, and he would very gladly spend the rest of his life with him.
'John.' Bob's voice cut through his thoughts, a mix of concern and amusement. 'Come back to me.' He reached out a hand to rest on John's forearm as he reached the bed, gently guiding John onto the mattress and on top of him, hips pressed together.
John let out a trembling breath at the sudden movement, grinding forward against Bob's cock until he felt a hand in his hair, wrenching his head backward. Bob's lips pressed to his neck almost on instinct, pulling a desperate sound from John.
'I didn't say you could do that…' Bob muttered between clumsy kisses. The hand in John's hair moved slightly, grabbing and pulling.
' 'm sorry.' The words came on instinct as John fought against every impulse he had to not grind down again, his thighs boxing in Bob on the bed as the other man leant up to leave marks that would be gone by the morning.
'I know you are.' Bob's voice was soft as his free hand moved to cup John's cheek, pulling him into a gentle kiss. The hand in John's hair trailed downward, Bob taking his time to grab at John's ass as the other man moaned into his mouth. The kiss was careless, Bob taking the opportunity to bite at John's bottom lip as his hand clumsily grabbed at his body. He wished he could see the bruises on his skin the next morning.
John was grateful that Bob only made him wait for little bit, before he was pulling John closer, his cock pressed against John's pussy. John rolled his hips — Bob didn't stop him this time — chasing any kind of friction after spending so long watching Bob touch himself. He'd been wet since he'd gotten home and realised what his boyfriend had planned. Since the note on the kitchen counter and since seeing the toys laid out on the bed.
The pair had found that Bob's telekinesis was useful for much more than The Sentry Project had ever intended. Bob wished he had taken a video of last time they'd decided to use them. He'd only watched out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be focused on the book in his lap while John writhed in the bed beside him, screaming out, being fucked through his orgasm by a vibrator controlled by only Bob's mind.
There was something that got to them both about the power Bob held over him, over everything. He could bend reality to his will, and yet all he ever thought about was how to use the powers that had been forced upon him to fuck John in any perverted way they both wanted. Right now, Bob was sure he would die — however impossible that was — if he didn't get to watch John get fucked in both holes with Bob's dick in his mouth.
'Move.' Bob said breathily, pushing John off of him and back onto the bed. He didn't bother to pay any more attention to him as he reached around blindly on the bed for the toys he'd left somewhere amongst the tangled sheets. John was a good boy, they had talked about this, he could prepare himself. Bob just tried to tune himself out of the sound, his senses on fire. He knew if he looked at John again he might come undone from the sight of John opening himself up alone.
'How do you want me?' John's voice was fragile, barely getting out the words as he focused his efforts between his own legs. He pressed his fingers into his hole, body unconsciously trying to grind back against his own touch. Bob had fucked his cunt that morning, so he didn't need to do as much as he looked at his boyfriend, glassy eyed.
'Hands and knees. Legs spread, makes it easier.' Bob shrugged as he got up onto his knees, kneeling on the bed in front of John. His erection pressed against his skin, every part of him alight as Bob watched John pull his fingers out and pull himself forward, bracing himself on his hands.
'I love you.' John mumbled, knowing Bob would hear it as he rested his forehead against Bob's thigh, inhaling slightly to put himself at ease. The smell, the position, the feeling of Bob's hands tangling in his hair and the sensation of the two toys pushing inside of him only slightly — it was all familiar, and it was all perfect.
Bob took a moment to concentrate, knowing John felt his reciprocation in the way Bob gently tugged at his hair. He was in complete control of John's body and pleasure, in a way that drove them both mad. The two toys moved as extensions of Bob himself, carrying out the motions of fucking John that he would if he was currently buried in John's pussy or ass.
They pushed in slowly, Bob taking his time until they bottomed out, stretching John to his limits. John's breath quickened against his thigh, unable to hold back the moans tumbling desperately from his mouth. Bob could hear his name in there somewhere, slurred amongst frantic begging and a need for more, for Bob to go faster, harder, for Bob to hurry up and fuck his face. The toys had barely moved and he was already utterly pathetic. But, who was Bob to keep anything from John? To deny him what he wanted?
John cried out, almost collapsing to the bed as everything narrowed down to the feeling of the toys beginning to move. Faster, harder, just like he asked. Controlled by nothing but Bob's mind, they thrust into John in the same way his boyfriend would during their rougher nights — though it was never usually both at once. He felt strung out, completely vulnerable as every part of him was taken at once mercilessly. The only thing that stopped him from falling into the mattress, face first and drooling, was Bob's hand, gently guiding John by the hair toward his cock. His other hand grabbing at John's jaw and forcing it open with bruising force.
For just a moment, Bob's eyes met John's, taking a moment to look at his boyfriend rather than concentrate on the dildos. It communicated a million things. They loved each other, and they trusted each other. John wanted this. He wanted Bob to use him like a sex toy while he gave himself over to the rough movement of the toys inside him, pushing against every part of him and stretching him to his limits.
Bob tugged at John's hair once more before guiding him onto his cock, John's nose pressed into his abdomen as he took Bob completely, eyes watering. John's moans became muffled as Bob took a moment to steady himself, breathing deeply before slowly canting his hips forward. He shut his eyes, focusing his powers on moving the toys again, in time with the rolls of his hips at first and soon alternating the two so John was always full, taking endless pleasure in the choked cries and screams around his cock.
John was shaking, held up by Bob as he convulsed into his first orgasm, and it didn't take long until the second hit him. His body knew nothing outside of the moment he was in. The drag of Bob's cock in his mouth, the feeling of the toy in his ass fucking even deeper into him, the one in his cunt becoming erratic as Bob got closer to losing control.
'Fuck, John…' Bob couldn't hold back his groan as his pace quickened, chasing his own climax, using John like a toy for his own pleasure. He couldn't get much else out, too concentrated, too busy practically pulling John onto his dick.
They both only lasted a couple more minutes, Bob throwing his head back as he collapsed, boneless against the headboard and John shaking through his third orgasm as his legs gave out completely. The toys stilled after a moment as Bob pulled out of John's mouth, the hand that was in John's hair moving to wipe the tears from his eyes as John finally breathed easily again.
Neither man spoke for a moment. They didn't need to. Eventually, Bob moved to pull John into his lap, John's face pressed to Bob's crotch as they both breathed steadily, holding each other and letting their bodies recover. Bob let his eyes shut again, concentrating. He could make out the sound of things moving around them, of John letting out a pathetic whine, of a switch clicking.
When he opened his eyes, the bedside light was turned out, the toys rested on the bedside table, a towel Bob had left there earlier covering them just in case someone barged in. John was still in his lap, sweaty and covered in his own bodily fluids. But, he was peaceful, eyes shut as he let Bob move him so the pair were both under the blankets, John's back pressed against Bob.
They could clean up in the morning.