Nate groaned and dropped his controller on the desk with a clatter.

"Man, what the fuck," Jared complained across the mic, "This guy's an idiot."

Their random didn't move from his spot, where he was tucked into a corner of the map doing a whole lot of nothing. This meant that neither of them was going to get revived in time. Nate ran a hand down his face and glared at the screen through his fingers.

"I think that's going to be the last one for me tonight," he said.

"Yeah," Jared sighed, then groaned like he'd sat up and cracked his back. "We keep striking out. Wish Frog Dude would get on, but it's kinda late for him, so I guess he's busy tonight."

Nate hummed in agreement. "You dropping by the gym tomorrow?"

"Yeah, probably in the afternoon. See you then."

"Alright, man. Have a good night," Nate said. He backed out of the game, closed to the desktop, and pulled off his headset.

Then, finally, he let his hand fall to rest on the head of fluffy pink hair in his lap. Bailey was kneeling small on a pillow between Nate's feet, temple resting on the inside of his thigh, and nose tucked against his navel. His mouth was stretched around Nate's cock, which has been half-hard since he'd started playing games, unable to escape the low buzz of arousal from having Bailey's tongue cradle his cock in the warm, wet heat of his mouth.

Bailey had been utterly relaxed the whole time, his lips and chin shiny with drool and his eyes shut. Little puffs of air washed over Nate's skin as he breathed through his nose in a slow, measured rhythm. After he'd settled in, none of Nate's excitement during the games phased him. If Nate shifted in his seat, he followed with his mouth and settled right back down, head heavy against his thigh.

Nate had been skeptical when Bailey first posed the idea. For one, he did not think it would be possible to focus on anything else while someone's mouth was on his cock. He did not know if he even wanted to find out. And he had not been sure he would be comfortable playing a game with Jared on the other line while he had Bailey down between his knees like that.

But Bailey wanted something to quiet his mind, still freaked out by their fight. Nate was adamant about not being comfortable punishing him for the time being, even if it was for some made-up fantasy reason instead of because Bailey felt guilty for getting emotional. He didn't even want to play that part right now.

"So good for me," he cooed, running his fingers through Bailey's hair. The cadence of his breath did not change. If he didn't have a cock in his mouth, Nate might have thought he'd gone to sleep. "Time to come back, baby."

It had been difficult not to immediately chase his release with the sensation of slick and warm around his cock, but as Bailey had settled, he found something in himself relaxing as well. His instantly hard cock softened a bit. The adrenaline of the games and familiarity of his banter with Jared took over, and he found himself—not quite forgetting that Bailey was down there—but focusing more on the game than him. Unbelievable.

Though he'd been able to settle into the sensation, the arousal certainly had never gone away. And now that he was looking down at Bailey's serene, drooly face, it came back with full force. He grew rigid against the velvety heat. That caught Bailey's attention. His tongue rolled against the underside of Nate's cock, dragging a sigh out of him.

Nate chuckled. "Yeah, go on," he murmured. "Get me hard."

Bailey worked his lips and tongue over him until Nate's thighs started to shake because it was so difficult not to thrust up into his mouth. He began taking Nate down his throat, lips pressed to his naval as he swallowed around him, face flushing red and tears slipping down his cheeks. Nate put a hand on the back of his neck to keep him in place for a few seconds longer each time his body tried to pull back on instinct for oxygen. Bailey jerked back each time he was allowed, drool stringing between his lips and Nate's cock as they parted from the heated skin so that he could suck in a breath.

His eyes remained closed the entire time.

Nate pulled him back down on his cock and held him there. Bailey's shoulders twitched like he was struggling against the cuffs binding his wrists behind his back. Nate lifted his hips from the desk chair and ground into his mouth a bit, gasping when a muffled whine vibrated through Bailey's throat around him. Drool slid down Nate's balls.

"Open your eyes," Nate demanded.

His poor little toy did his best. But tears clung to his lashes, sticking them together and shining over pupils blown wide. Nate smiled down as Bailey's face flushed darker. His shoulders squirmed, and one of his legs kicked out, knocking into Nate's ankle. It felt so good that Nate never wanted to pull it out.

He reached under Bailey's chin to feel the bulge beneath the skin of his neck and groaned. Bailey gagged at the touch, throat constricting. Nate's forearm ached as he held Bailey in place while the other boy fought with the bit of leverage he had to rear back. But he had not dropped the ball in his hand. Nate peeked over Bailey's shoulder to make sure, counted another second out in his head, then let his hold slacken.

The heave of Bailey's first breath was awful and desperate, but it made Nate's toes curl because he gasped around Nate's cock, keeping it pillowed on his lip and tongue even though he had enough slack to pull back completely.

"Daddy," he warbled out when he finally got enough breath to make a sound. His voice was destroyed, thick from the cock resting on his tongue. His lips pulled back in a grimace of pain. Getting your throat fucked like this wasn't exactly a painless experience, Nate imagined. He'd have to let Bailey do it to him sometime so that he would know.

The word wasn't exactly a plea, though his tone was unmistakable. Nate couldn't be sure what he was pleading for—to stop or keep going—but that did not matter anyway. Bailey was there to do what he wished unless that ball dropped to the floor. The thought lit his veins on fire.

He pushed him off his cock and slapped him across the cheek.

His palm came away wet with tears and saliva, which he wiped on Bailey's chest. Then he tweaked one of his nipples for good measure. Bailey twitched, still leaning to the side where the momentum of the slap had pushed him. Drool hung from his lower lip.

When Nate pulled him upright by his hair, all that escaped his lips was a soft sigh, as if the slap had driven him past being overwhelmed. Nate slapped his other cheek. His chest heaved with a gasp, and his eyes shut, but then they opened, and his breathing evened, as much as it could when all he could manage were little hitched gasps.

Between his legs, all akimbo, his cock jutted up, rigid and flushed.

Nate wanted to take him to bed and fuck him hard enough to break the bedframe.

He had a different plan, though. Self-Control. His free hand, tingling from the slap and wet with tears, curled into a fist and released. His other hand, tangled in Bailey's hair, dragged him back to Nate's cock. Bailey's chest hitched.

But instead of fucking his throat again, Nate just rubbed his stinging cheeks and swollen lips all over his cock. Bailey remained tensed, with his breaths punched out of his undoubtedly raw throat, until Nate continued to do this for several minutes. Gradually, he melted, breaths returning to equilibrium, eyes peering up beseechingly, tongue hanging out helpfully for Nate to rub against.

Then Nate began speaking.

"Good," he murmured. "Such a perfect little toy."

Bailey didn't exactly move to show it, but somehow Nate could tell he was preening. Nate smirked, as dangerously as he could manage, and was rewarded by a slight widening of Bailey's eyes.

"Enjoying this so much," he cooed, keeping his voice sweet. Bailey blinked. He looked fucking obscene with the head of Nate's cock rubbing against his tear-stained flushed cheek.

"Your cock is hard," he pointed out, literally pointing down so that Bailey's eyes followed his finger to where his arousal bobbed between his legs. He blinked down at it. Nate reached down and gently flicked the head. Bailey's belly and thighs twitched.

"I haven't really tried this feature out yet, have I?" Nate mused. "A little small to make a perfect dildo, although I imagine they didn't make a pretty little thing like you for that, hmmm?" He hooked a thumb in Bailey's mouth and used it to turn his face back up and open his jaw wide. "Pretty little toys like you are made to get your holes filled, aren't you?"

Bailey stuck his tongue out, the side of it slick against Nate's thumb.

Nate chuckled. "Yeah, you're a slut. Good slut. But you're mine now, and I can do whatever I want with you, and I think I want to put you inside me."

The look in Bailey's eyes was indescribable.

Nate didn't know for sure—and certainly was not going to ask—but assumed that Tanner, with all his posturing and other nonsense, wasn't the type to let Bailey, whose preference leaned heavily toward bottoming anyway, fuck him, especially not while deep in a power exchange. The look of utter shock on Bailey's face just about confirmed it.

Satisfaction curled down Nate's spine, fanning the flames of his arousal. He was desperate to find ways to set himself apart from that asshole. He wanted to give Bailey the dynamic that he craved, but he also didn't want to play the part of some asshole who just got off on using him. He wanted to be more than that. Through this play, he ached to forge a connection with Bailey, not a disconnect.

The shock in Bailey's eyes warred with that delightful wonder that Nate craved so much. He'd been hoping for this look when he told Bailey he'd threatened Tanner. The one where he was awed like Nate was some kind of superhero or god. Nate was long past the point of worrying about how much he enjoyed that little ego stroke.

He stood up from the desk chair and dragged Bailey by the hair to the bed.

Another thrill coursed through him, from his sternum to his toes, because he was strong enough to do that. Bailey's legs slid across the carpet. The distance from the desk to the bed did not give him enough time to get his feet underneath himself, so the locks of his lovely pink hair tangled between Nate's fingers took the brunt of his weight. It didn't even give him enough time to cry out in pain before Nate lifted and tossed him onto the bed, although Nate did steady him with a grip around one of his arms for that.

Bailey landed on his front and remained there, arms bound behind his back, watching over his shoulder with one wide eye as Nate pulled his clothes off. 

A/N: Forgive me for being late again this week! My power was out yesterday and this morning so I couldn't upload ;-; It's almost like the universe is trying to tell me to switch my schedule to Tues/Fri, but I'm going to try to get back on track next week! Hope you all have a lovely weekend <3