"You remember the safe word, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Thomas," Mark's tone made Thomas realize that he was serious. He brought his hand that wasn't yet tied to the bedpost up to Mark's face and smiled at him.

"I remember the safe word and I will use it if I have to. Don't worry. This is not our first time," Thomas told him and bit his lip.

"Well, it kind of is... with this kind of play at least," Mark said and reached up, grabbing Thomas's hand and bringing it up to the bedpost.

"It's okay. I trust you," Thomas told him.

Something in Mark's demeanor changed. His shoulders squared, his expression hardened, and his smile got almost sadistic.

"Good," he said confidently. His hands moved to Thomas's thighs and he spread them open. He leaned down and brought his lips close to where his hands were. Slowly he hummed. "Already hard".

Thomas's heart was thumping in his chest, but he knew better than to ask for Mark to be faster. While looking up at Thomas he lubed up one of his toys and slowly pushed it in Thomas. He enjoyed every squirm and moan of the striker and when the toy was in him, he rose up and kissed him on the collarbone.

"Don't... move..." he said reaching over to grab the lit candle that rested on the nightstand.

Thomas's chest was moving even faster than before, anticipation filling him. Mark placed his fingertips on Thomas' chest, and he waited for Thomas to calm his nerves. Thomas took in a deep breath and that's when Mark blew out the candle and tipped it over. The hot wax dripped on Thomas' chest sending out the breath he was holding and making him thrash about. The restrains on his arms as well as the toy inside him drove him mad and he couldn't help but let out a string of needy moans.

"Touch me," he begged.

"But this is so much more fun," Mark replied and tipped the candle again, just a little lower this time. He set the candle on the nightstand again and with his other hand, he reached out to the bowl next to Thomas and grabbed a handful of crushed ice cubes.

Thomas didn't have time to open his eyes and see what Mark was doing. His brain was too focused on the sweet pain from the heat on his body to think about anything else. But soon his mind was wiped clean, as Mark's cold mouth wrapped around his cock. Thomas cried out and his eyes snapped open. Mark's one hand ran down Thomas' body, making sure his nail left marks, while his other hand went and moved around the toy that was still in place.

"Mark, I have to..."

Being unable to speak, Mark grabbed Thomas by the base of his member, making sure that Thomas understood to not finish yet. He kept on moving his head, despite the ice now having almost melted completely. The hand that was moving the toy around wrapped around Thomas' thigh and he grabbed and clawed at the flesh.

"I beg you, Mark, please! Let me cum, please," Thomas cried out everything being too much for him.

Resisting the urge to smile, Mark let go of Thomas's member and prepared himself for his orgasm. When Thomas finished thrashing, Mark rose up and spit the melted ice and cum in the bowl.

"We're not done yet," he said to Thomas, who seemed exhausted and blissful.

Without giving Thomas any second to rest, he turned him around, making sure to check that the restrains on his hands weren't too tight to cut off his blood circulation. He pulled Thomas up to his knees and kissed his waist.

"Take it out and fuck me," Thomas muttered.

"Impatient, huh?" Mark hummed and grabbed the second lit candle.

He blew it out and as Thomas who couldn't see was unaware, he dripped all of the heated wax onto his back. Thomas screamed. Before his voice could die down though, Mark quickly took out the toy and pushed all of himself inside of Thomas.

"Yes. Yes! Yes!" Thomas cried out, moving against Mark, who pounded into him.

"You're so fucking needy. I bet you haven't had a good fuck in years," Mark growled in his ear.

"Not like you. Nothing like you," Thomas whimpered. "Mark..."

"What? Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch your hard dick again?"

"Yes. Please, touch me. Make me cum again, Daddy".

Mark almost stopped at the term. He would have stopped if he hadn't been so taken over by the pleasure. Something inside of him protested, but instead, he thrust harder and just grabbed Thomas' member. It didn't take much longer. Just a few more thrusts and Thomas was spasming again from his climax. The sensation and sight also brought Mark over the edge. He pulled out and untied Thomas from the bedpost. Slowly he turned him around and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"I'll run us a hot bath," he told Thomas and went to the bathroom to open the water. When he returned to the bedroom, Thomas was still on the bed, lying and heaving. "Do you need me to carry you?" he jokingly asked.

"Just help me up," Thomas replied, his voice hoarse and breathy.

Mark went up to him and helped him up, careful not to pull him up too hard. Before getting in the bubble bath Mark helped Thomas remove as much of the wax as he could. He, then, sat in the warm water and waited for Thomas to sit slowly between his legs, with his back against Mark's chest.

Mark brought his arms over Thomas's shoulders and hugged him while placing his lips on Thomas's neck. Without saying anything Thomas leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting himself rest.

"Question..." Mark started a few moments later, moving his hands to Thomas's shoulders and massaging them. "Is 'daddy' a thing you picked up from being with Frank?"

Thomas stilled in his hands. Mark could almost hear Thomas's heart freeze. He moved his head up and opened his eyes, trying not to turn to Mark but also not focusing on anything before him either.

"Thomas, I..."

"Did Dean tell you?" Thomas said in a low tone. "Did he tell you about me and Frank?"

"No... well, yeah but not until after I asked him," Mark replied, not taking his eyes away from Thomas. He could only see a little less than half of his face, but he studied everything he could in order to read him. "I heard you two at the bar the other week".

Thomas let out a pained breath and he moved away from Mark. He still didn't turn to him. Instead, he brought his knees up to his chest despite it hurting and lowered his head. Mark didn't say anything, but he reached out and touched Thomas's shoulder-blade.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I don't have feelings for him," Thomas quickly said. "I don't love him. And I haven't been with him ever since we got back together. Ever since you first spent the night over".

The words were leaving his mouth as fast as he could utter them. He felt like crying. But he wouldn't. He needed to explain. He let out a deep breath and he slowly turned to face Mark.

"Hey, take it easy. It's okay... take your time," Mark said trying to calm him down.

"I just want to make it clear to you that Frank and I are over... not that we ever started, but –" Thomas let out a nervous chuckle and he dared to look up at Mark's wonderful eyes. "When he and I met five years ago, his wife was still his girlfriend. He would throw some hints at me... but back then I was still hung up on you. But then two years ago during the party where he and Annika announced to everyone on the team that they got engaged..."

"Wait. You hooked up with him for the first time when he announced that they got engaged?" Mark interrupted him, sounding more judging than he had wanted to.

"I got drunk. Really drunk. And Frank offered to take me home. And before I knew it, we were in my bed fucking. He didn't stay over. Obviously. And I thought that it had all been a dream. But then the next day at practice he told me he had been meaning to do that ever since he met me and I just..." Thomas paused, taking his eyes away from Mark. "I hadn't had anyone in five years. I was desperate. And so was Frank. I mean, he's been 'playing the game' for more years than I have".

"Does he love his wife?" Mark asked softly.

"I think he does. He loves her but he's..."

"But he's gay". Mark took a deep breath and then let it out. "Is it really over with you two?" he asked, reaching out and caressing Thomas's cheek.

"It really is," Thomas said, melting into Mark's touch.

Mark didn't say anything else. He just leaned forward and brought his lips on Thomas's forehead, happy to finally have him back in his arms.