Luca/CK

[knowmyplace]

[Continued from here.]

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[knowmyplace]

"I know you were," he says, sliding his hand under the robe to gently touch skin against his fingertips. "You have to have a lot of trust to be able to give up control like that," he agrees. "But if you can, then it's - beyond amazing."

[countthecats]

"Oh?" He shivers, his eyes glued on the screen as the opening scene starts to play. "You've tried it yourself?" That's hard to imagine. Luca's so powerful, so in control. He should be the one holding the leash and crop, if anything.

[knowmyplace]

"Once. Long, long time ago. I decided I wanted to know what it felt like. Realized it wasn't for me, but - that didn't mean I wasn't changed a little from it."

He slides his hand along the inside of his thigh. "But I'm sure you can guess what I prefer to do."

[countthecats]

CK spreads his legs with a little sigh, nuzzling against Luca's shoulder. "...we're not going to see much of this movie, are we." Not that he sounds disappointed. "Luca? I trust you."

Maybe more than he trusts himself.

[knowmyplace]

"I know," he says, kissing his neck. "Do you know why I didn't hurt you like you asked me to yesterday?" he asks, taking his cock in hand and squeezing it once before moving back up to his stomach.

[countthecats]

Was that only yesterday? It feels like a lifetime. He gasps and clings to Luca's arm, stiffening in his brief grip. Beautifully responsive, even after all the torment he's put himself through today.

"Why not?"

[knowmyplace]

"Because I want to hurt you to make you feel good," he laughs, deep and low, his chest rumbling. "Because I want to hurt you and have you know that I'm doing it because I love you and because you actually want it. Not because you think I do."

[countthecats]

CK reaches out, running a hand down his chest as he laughs. Perfection. "Okay, but... I want to make you feel good too, Luca. And the idea of letting you... use me, that's exciting too." Even if it's not always pleasurable for him. Maybe even more, then. There's a part of him now that needs to be hurt in a way he didn't back in the kink scene. And he trusts Luca not to take it too far.

[knowmyplace]

No other words have affected him quite like this. "Yeah," he agrees and then takes his chin to kiss him. "Yeah, I want that, too."

He closes the laptop and shoves it off of the bed so he can slide atop CK, straddling him at the waist.

[countthecats]

He wasn't entirely expecting that. His breath hitches as Luca breaks the kiss to climb on top of him, his robe falling open to reveal his naked body underneath. He looks up, admiring and apprehensive. "What are you going to do to me?" There's an almost giddiness about him.

[knowmyplace]

He considers it, sliding his hands along his arms and up to try and pin him down by the wrist to the bed. "That depends on what you have in here." He hears that interest in his voice, the way that his body moves, and he leans down to kiss him. "Or should I just tie you up here and go exploring on my own?"

[countthecats]

CK doesn't resist. He squirms a little, but not in any way that suggests he's actually trying to break free. "Most of my toys are in the studio," he murmurs against Luca's lips. A room that used to be an office, and is now something like a mini dungeon. Keeping a film setup in his bedroom was just too much, after all. And this way he could keep the cats out.

[knowmyplace]

He tuts softly. "Then I'll have to use what I have here." Because he isn't leaving him.

He moves off of him. "What's your safeword?" he wonders idly, moving his laptop out of the way.

[countthecats]

"Oh, well, in that case you want to check under the bed." They can go through the other room later. "I've used a few. How's cinnamon work for you?"

[knowmyplace]

He grins. "Perfect." And CK gets a gentle kiss for that. "Turn over. On your stomach. Hold the sheets and don't move your hands." He taps his nose. "Got it?"

[countthecats]

"Yes, sir," CK answers with a crooked smile, before rolling over and grabbing fistfuls of sheets. The box he keeps in here isn't all that much - a couple insertables, some rope, a crop. Lube, of course. Maybe he's forgotten a couple more things, too, but it's nothing compared to his real collection.

[knowmyplace]

Sir. He can't even describe how good that feels. He waits until CK is situated and then pushes up his robe, exposing that perfect ass to the cool air of the room.

Luca gently caresses the skin there, smooth and perfect, and then raises a hand and gives him a smack that's more sound than pain. At least for now.

Why use a crop when he can feel his skin warming under his hand?

[countthecats]

CK shivers, either in anticipation or from the chill in the air. Possibly both. His breath catches when Luca moves away. He's been waiting for this. Wanting this.

The slap draws a gasp out of him and his back arches instinctively. "Fuck, yes," he mumbles into the pillow, grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles are white.

[knowmyplace]

Luca gets him in the same spot twice more, gently smoothing his hand over the red, raised skin. Each hit is harder than the last, and he's already making a nice handprint on that pale skin.

Another slap and this one connects hard, with Luca pulling away so he can lean down and brush his lips against it. "Don't you move," he reminds him, his hand connecting with the other side loosely before he brings his hand down hard on him again.

[countthecats]

He yelps, groans, grinds into the mattress, but he keeps himself from squirming. It's not perfectly still, but he's clearly trying. The pain is sweet and deserved, and he feels something loosen in his chest as the blows land.

The last blow makes him cry out, jerking involuntarily as tears prick the corner of his eyes. But his cock is hard against the sheets. He presses backwards, forgetting himself in the moment. "Please..."

He wonders what Luca might like better. Being begged not to stop, or something a little... darker.

[knowmyplace]

Another flurry of blows, one after another, always in the same two spots. He can see the skin raising there, can see his cock aching, but denying him relief is so much better.

"Please what?" he murmurs, staying his hand for only a moment.

[countthecats]

He's louder now, moaning and sobbing into the mattress. Not trying to hold anything back to save face or keep his dignity. Luca's already seen him at his worst, anyway.

CK looks back at him, over his shoulder, tears in his eyes but face flushed. His ass is throbbing, and he licks his lips. "Should I beg you to stop?" He asks it softly, as if saying it too loud will break the scene, but his heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's filling the room. The idea of Luca, sweet Luca, tormenting him while he begs for relief, well...

...it's only what he deserves, isn't it?

[knowmyplace]

Luca spreads his hand along his back, over his ass, and squeezes there where he knows that it's sensitive.

Does he want that? Is it too soon to ask for something like that?

CK, however, is offering, and he can hardly deny him. "Yes," he answers and shifts his position on the bed so that he can pull CK over his lap.

[countthecats]

CK can't help but whimper as Luca massages his tender, bruised ass. God, he really knows how to draw it out, doesn't he.

Yes. CK licks his lips and nods, gasping when Luca pulls him into his lap, his cock now pressed into the older man's thigh. "Please," he gasps, hands twisting eagerly in the sheets. "Please, Luca, I don't think I can take any more."

[knowmyplace]

"Shut up," he snaps, sliding a hand down his back and to his shoulder, pressing him down to the bed there. "The more you whine about it, the harder I'll hit."

And without warning, he slaps him across the ass, the sharp sound of it matching the intended sting.

He leans back over the bed, picking his pants up from the floor and pulling the belt from the loops. It's nice and thin, but he's smart enough to wrap his fingers around the metal parts so only the leather will touch skin.