makinglies | Put me in my place

Jet had honestly been studying in the living room when he heard his partner call for him. The fact that it was an actual order was what caught Jet's attention first, Albert was usually pretty gentle in his 'orders' so the sounded more like requests than anything.

That must mean Jet had finally gone too far in acting out. He knew it was possible, that 'flirting' as he had would surely get some sort of response from the older man, but he hadn't been sure what form that response would take.

All he wanted was to find out why he had the feeling there was something Albert wasn't telling him, but that probably wasn't what he'd achieved.

Just to spite Albert, he took his time in going to the room Albert had called from--the bedroom, apparently, they definitely weren't about to have a chat--and stopped in the doorway, arms crossed. "Yeah? What?"

"Close the door and come over here," there's a slight growl to Albert's tone, his frustration bubbling over with a restrained quality to which the German generally adheres even when his patience isn't nearing its finite edge.

He looks at the taller man with a hard gaze, somehow looming through his two inch deficit in height to seem imposing. He is that, imposing, with his squared jaw and arms folded across his chest, gloved fingers tapping on his biceps.

"Why have you been testing me?" He doesn't expect an answer, instead more than prepared to follow through with his little lesson as a way to illustrate how the dynamic should be. He knows Jet, he knows Jet needs to touch, and withholding that touch is a far more apt road to getting his answers than simple questions. Still, he's a fair man, and the redhead deserves one last chance to explain before Albert pulls it out of him forcibly.

If Jet could actually find the words to explain his thought process and where he was coming from instead of just feeling it, he might've actually tried that, but Jet and words didn't get along all the time, especially with more complicated feelings, so he didn't bother trying only to stumble on a half-formed idea.

He stepped into the room and closed the door as instructed, though he only stepped a little closer to Albert, using the distance as another show of defiance; it was obvious he was running out of time for them, he rarely--if ever-- saw Albert this assertive. Honestly, there was a part of him that got a bit of a thrill just from the thought of it.

He shrugged, the only answer Albert was going to get that wasn't on a more inflammatory level.

Mouth pressed in a thin line, Albert motions to the bed with a flick of his hand so violent and moody that there's a clack of metal even from inside his glove. "I think we need a little refresher in discipline. I may let you have a lot of leeway, but consider it revoked until you can talk to me like an actual person."

The slate edge to his voice covers some small but real measure of hurt. He remembers a time when communication was important between them, when those lines blurred because of an honest understanding and shared harrowing experience. But Jet no longer remembers and Albert knows that. He'd agreed along with the professor that it was the better way, to give Jet the life he deserved instead of the one he'd been kidnapped into, full of war and violence. A second chance.

But Albert can't help but feel he's grasping at straws sometimes. Is he simply prolonging a relationship doomed to failure because Jet no longer remembers? Is Jet's behavior a sign that he needs to stop clinging to the past? Or does he need a firmer hand? He'll try the latter for now, but he steels himself in case he finds empirical evidence that this isn't working. The most important thing, regardless of his own feelings, is that Jet is happy and cared for.

Even if that's without him.

But until Jet tells him red, he'll continue.

"Lay down with your arms at your sides. If you can't keep them there yourself, you lose the privilege of them for this particular exercise." If that sounds ominous, it's supposed to, but Jet can't say he wasn't warned.

Jet had always been appreciative of Albert's willingness to let those lines usually found between a couple blur, he took it as a sign of trust the older man had in him and Jet valued that more than just about anything else his partner could give him. So the fact he felt that trust was in question had prompted him to act out. He wanted to know what was going on , but the fact Albert was willing to 'punish' him like he should and not just cut their ties was actually a bit of a relief.

Not that he was very good at showing that. He'd get his answers later, right now, there was an edge to his dom rarely seen and Jet would rather run along it than against it for now. "Yes, sir."

He smirked inwardly and did as he was told, keeping his eyes lowered as he laid out on the bed, arms at his sides.

"Good." He doesn't think his voice wavers as he adjusts the hem of the glove on his right hand, watching Jet climb onto their shared mattress and reclining back into the pillows, feet just short of dangling off of the end even with his head near the headboard.

Albert climbs on the bed with him, straddling Jet's hips and unbuttoning his shirt without preamble. He's not going to make it easy, this game of following directions. With Albert so close, literally on top of Jet even if still clothed, the German knows his partner will have some trouble keeping his hands to himself. He always does.

He bends, teeth scraping clavicle and tongue then tracing a winding path up over throat, across the adam's apple, and back down for Albert to skate his canines into the crook of Jet's shoulder, suddenly biting down there just hard enough to sting, but nowhere near breaking skin. It does the calculated double duty of expressing Albert's ire and goading Jet into movement. Any limb that moves is getting stuck in restraints until he has Jet bound enough to get some real answers.

He was actually somewhat proud of his self-restraint to keep from reaching up to the older man. He'd always been very touch-oriented and the thought that he was supposed to keep his hands to himself was hard. He had little doubt he'd end up failing that rule eventually, but he'd try for as long as he could.

Jet shifted under those teeth on his chest and he arches slightly into the feeling of the tongue on his throat. He's still mad, but he could feel falling under other feelings and reactions the man above him caused. Albert was definitely good at what he did.

A lancing sting that shot up his neck colored his thoughts and distracted him from the order, his left hand rising slightly as though to reach up and grab the German's shoulder, before falling again once his mind came back to him.

"That was rough. For you."

If this were any other time, Albert would have looked the other way at the slip. After all, Jet hadn't actually touched him, not yet, but he's going by the spirit of the law instead of the letter and with an unamused expression at the redhead, he leans all the way over to tug one of the mattress restraints from its place at the corner of the bed and slips Jet's left wrist into the cuff. He secures it snugly and sits up again, arms folded. "You couldn't even make it five minutes, rough or not."

Which, he supposes, means he's doing something right. So then why is Jet acting out and pushing boundaries? Normally he doesn't mind, the actions designed more to let Albert know that Jet wants to be "disciplined" rather than actual rebelliousness, but this is different. These are boundaries whose pushing leads to questions and doubt and breech of trust, not scenes for their own sake.

The older cyborg runs a hand down Jet's chest, the rough fabric of his gloved thumb passing over soft skin gently then making another pass more firmly, fingers roaming appreciatively even through Albert's ire and frustration. "Are you ready to tell me what's going on with you or do I need to keep going?"

The fact he was still being tied up even though he hadn't actually touched earned a slightly miffed look, though he didn't fight the action. Jet shivered under the gentle and firm touches and had to dig his fingers into his palm to keep from trying to run his fingers down the older man's arm or chest or anything he reached first.

But then there was that question and his mind trying to scrap together the words again. It was closer this time, he could form the idea and he had a loose idea of what he wanted to say, but there was something missing, something not quite right about what was in his head that he still needed to fix.

So he shook his head, voice quiet. "Not yet."

"I'm not kissing you properly until you figure that out." A trial for both of them, considering Albert's stance on kissing is firmly on the proponent side, but he hopes that it will drive home just how seriously Albert is addressing the issue. Jet's mouth is for communication right now and little else as far as he's concerned.

Moving down so he's standing at the foot of the bed, Albert leans up to tug at Jet's pants, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping and tucking his hands under the hem behind so he has the best grip to slide them off, leaving a small pool of denim and cotton at his feet. He climbs back up then, straddling the taller man's legs above the knees but below his hips so he has easy access, gently wrapping his left hand around his partner and stroking lightly with his thumb, more affectionate than anything particularly sexy.

"There's one more rule; you aren't allowed to finish until you tell me what your problem is." He rolls his fingers along Jet's length, the careful pressure from pinky to index finger designed to drive home exactly how difficult Albert may make that for his uncommunicative sub.

A shiver runs up his spine that makes his breath hitch a moment when that hand began moving on him. He was already beginning to harden and thinking was steadily becoming more difficult with each movement up and then back down his length.

He knew he wasn't supposed to, but his need to touch was becoming overpowering and the thought that Albert was just going to keep this slow pace up until Jet could actually think past it was too much. His free hand incur led from it's tight grip on itself and reached for Albert's hands as best he could.

Everything was the German's hand on him and he couldn't think. What was it, what did he need to piece together? The thought that he wanted to kiss Albert out if his wits ran through his head, but no that wasn't it.

Too late, his mind caught up with his own actions and realized he'd moved his arm--apparently a bad enough offense to be restrained on it's own-- but he'd also felt Albert's gloved hand under the pads if his fingers which meant he broke the no touching rule too. He was going to lose use of that arm too and his fragmented thoughts still weren't cooperating.

"Albert...please."

He's been lax, that's got to be what it is. He's too much of a push over when it comes to Jet and so he's spoiled and can't follow simple direction. Albert sighs and removes his hand so he can use both to cuff Jet's other wrist. "I've set the rules, I expect you to follow them."

Albert leans back a bit, taking in the sight of Jet with arms spread to the bed's corners, making certain nothing will become too taut or painful later. He brings his palm to Jet's cheek lightly, brushing his bangs from his face as his expression softens. "Trust me. You know this is for your own good. Just relax and try to think of how to tell me what's bothering you and I'll take care of the rest."

He can't focus on his own irritation. He needs to be focused entirely on Jet and his needs, discipline being chief among them. He's always known Jet has a problem relinquishing his sense of control fully - it's part of what drew Albert to him in the first place - but he's been remiss in helping to curb it lately. That's likely what it is, and so he'll fix it, and he'll apologize through those actions instead of mere words.

One hand remains on Jet's cheek but the other finds its way between Jet's legs again, cupping and rolling fingers gently. "Can you contain yourself or do I need to get a ring?" Perhaps that's still too lenient, letting him choose, but one step at a time.

He takes the brief reprieve his wrist being bound supplies to rearrange his thoughts so he can get them back in order and try to find what he was looking for. For a moment, he let himself lean his cheek into the hand on it, but Albert's other hand causes him to tense up and his eyes snapped shut.

But his words...that was it! At least part of it, enough of it. "I do...I do trust you. Why don't you..?"

"What?" He stops moving, though he doesn't take his hands away. That's not what Albert had been expecting. "What do you mean why don't I?"

In his head he goes flicking through the past several months, trying to pinpoint even one time he hasn't shown Jet deference. That party had been somewhat disastrous, but Jet straight up flirting with another Dom was designed to make him jealous, symptomatic of some other previous issue. Something he can't recall.

He searches Jet's face as if the answer lies there, eyebrows drawn in concern.

He breathes a small sigh and locks brown eyes with silver. His voice lacks the accusatory note it might have had if they were under different circumstances, leaving the confusion and concern and hint of hurt that lay behind it. "Something's bothering you...been bothering you...and you won't tell me."

Maybe accusing Albert of not trusting him and provoking him to that degree was a bit too much, but Albert usually shared his troubles with Jet when the younger man asked and the fact he wasn't made Jet feel like, whatever it was, Albert couldn't trust him with it. He just wanted to know why. Maybe if didn't have anything to do with him, but if there was something bothering Albert, Jet wanted to know about it.

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Expression perplexed, Albert tries to think of if anything had truly been bothering him. It takes him a long moment, but finally it dawns on him; Jet's memories.

He tries to shove it down, back into the recesses of his mind so as not to effect their current relationship, not to put into jeopardy Jet's battle-free present and future by revealing the past he doesn't remember. But Albert's only human, he has the same capacity for shortcoming as anyone, and in some moments he gets lost in what they had, in the things he can no longer talk to Jet about now. The experiences and memories they no longer share.

Albert had known it would be difficult. It's why it had taken the odd turn originally of Jet pursuing him, finding excuses to take Albert's classes, see him at office hours, casually happen to be walking by the bench where Albert takes his lunches each and every day even when the German knows for a fact the redhead's classes had been across campus. It's not just their war-torn history that brought them together and so finally Albert had given in and against his better judgement, he'd renewed a relationship with Jet, knowing he can never tell him the whole truth or he'll put the teen's entire life in turmoil once more.

But Jet's always been perceptive, and each time Albert smiles gently and changes the subject, each time he takes a stern tone and tells Jet to drop something, that gets internalized and he starts thinking. Wondering. And this is where it brought them.

He can't tell him. He can't ruin this for Jet. Memories of a real life, hope for the future. Albert can't bring that all down.

He smiles gently, stroking again with his lower hand. "It's you, Spätzchen. I worry that I'm not enough for you, that you need a firmer hand than I've been giving." It's not a lie, not entirely. The most convincing things have a ring of truth, after all. With the hand on Jet's cheek, he slides his thumb across his captive sub's lower lip, pressing just enough that it hints at a want for Jet to part his lips.

"I'm working on it."

It was a good enough excuse for Jet to accept it and completely ignore any potential lingering doubt. Albert often worried about things Jet thought didn't need worrying over, but the fact it had run thorough Albert's head and could--in theory--lead to Albert calling it off if he thought Jet was too much of a handful, made Jet nervous. He suddenly felt even worse about pushing the boundaries he already knew to be in place for a reason, what better proof he was more trouble than his worth than to go seeking that trouble?

He didn't want Albert to call it off, to call them off, he didn't want another dom. Albert made him feel safe and cared not only for but about, something he might not be so lucky to find in another dom, especially considering Jet 'attitude problems.' What if the next person was more like Jet's dad had been? ...besides all that, they just clicked in a weird way that was stronger than anyone else Jet had met in his life, he didn't want to lose that.

He kissed the finger at his lips, only parting them to speak for a moment, a rather impressive feet in his mind since Albert's other hand was being very distracting. "You are. Enough, I mean. I've been causing trouble for you...sorry." He left his lips slightly parted, his tongue darting out to play at the fabric in what he hoped would be taken as the good sort of teasing and not the bad this time.

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"I'll accept your apology," he runs his thumb along Jet's tongue, pinching it just enough between his fingers to be uncomfortable but not to hurt. "After we work on your attitude. You need to learn to let go, Jet."

He leans in, placing a kiss on the teen's forehead and withdrawing both hands. "Let me take care of you."

Sliding from the bed, Albert retreats to a drawer to acquire more tools, fully intending to continue with his lesson not simply as a cover for the fact that he truly is hiding things from Jet - a fact that irks him even if he has complete conviction of its necessity - but because it really is necessary. Jet does cause him trouble on occasion. He's a very forward, upfront sub, something not as uncommon as it had been growing up in the fifties and something he does find incredibly alluring if he were honest, but it still gets him comments on how he should learn to control his sub, sideways glances from his colleagues and friends when Jet doesn't listen right away. It's embarrassing at times, and regardless of the effect on Albert's life, it could cause major issues for Jet later. It's one thing to experiment in school, it's entirely another to not act as expected in a professional environment.

Frankly, Albert's glad he has the opportunity to help Jet while he still thinks he's a teenager, instead of the 58 year old cyborg he truly is.

Which is why he pulls a simple somewhat tensile silicone ring, a remote controlled bullet vibrator, and a condom from the drawer. Corporal discipline is distasteful to Albert in application to others, and it's a hard limit for Jet regardless because of his childhood. A structure of rewards and punishments has worked well in the past and he decides to use that now; if Jet can behave himself and follow along with Albert's direction, he'll go easy. Who knows, he may even let Jet out of the restraints. If not...

With careful dexterity, Albert fits the ring over Jet's half-hard length and settles it snugly against his body, making certain it won't be causing any undue discomfort once he's fully erect. "Comfortable?"

Jet nods, eyes glued to every one of Albert's movements. Now that the interrogation was over, he could focus a little more on what it was Albert was doing. Although, he had a point about Jet letting go.

For all intents and purposes, Jet was a pretty good sub when he wanted to be, but that didn't mean he followed what was expected of him a hundred percent of the time, in fact, there was always an undercurrent of rebelliousness in just about everything Jet did, even if it was a more passive note. It was there in the way he wouldn't take orders from other Doms just as it was there in the way he would sometimes purposefully delay in following an order from Albert or talk back to him if he felt the need to.

It was just how he was and he knew part of it stemmed from reluctance to give up control completely. Even during scenes, there was always the knowledge that they had a safeword and Jet could stop the whole thing whenever he wanted, that was hardly giving up control, but it was something constantly thrumming at the back of his mind, even if he knew the likelihood of him needing it was next to nothing. Everything else in his life it was very hard to just trust that to someone else, even Albert who he trusted more than anyone else he knew.

It made him a little nervous, but he resolved to follow through with his partner's exercise and see if he couldn't learn to let go a little more. If he was honest, he did want to be able to let Albert take care of him, the thought was nice.

"Excellent." A smile graces Albert's face and he presses the vibrator, still off, against the underside of Jet's cock. The condom is then fitted over it, holding the vibrator in place as the older man removes his hands. He pats Jet's thigh lightly, making sure his eyes meet those whisky brown ones that Jet's been graced with. "Do you trust me?"

The all important question, but he needs Jet to say it aloud again, to reaffirm it for Albert but also for himself. He needs Jet to accept that he's relinquishing himself to someone with his best interests at heart, that he'll believe the German won't simply leave him there, tied and unfulfilled. There is a measure of punishment to the lesson too, as intended. He needs to learn to let go, but he also needs to learn to be mindful as well.

That and Albert has quite a few papers to grade. Two birds, one stone.

He wasn't exactly sure where Albert was going with this. The tools weren't anything new, but he'd pulled away like he intended not to have any real part in it. Regardless, his answer wasn't changed and if there wasn't any discernible hesitation in it.

"Yes." He trusted Albert not to hurt him, but there was still a certain level of watchfulness that Jet knew was what he was supposed to be trying to let go of. He was going to start trying now.

"Thank you." He grants one kiss, at that. A reward for that trust even though he can tell Jet is nervous at not knowing exactly what Albert is going to do. It's barely a brush of lips but it comes with an unspoken promise of more later, especially if this goes well.

And then Albert leaves the room for a few minutes. He'll let Jet sit tight for a short while as he gathers the essays from the kitchen table and makes a cup of coffee, letting his mind wander to what he needs to accomplish through tomorrow. Make lunches, a grocery list for next week. He'll need to speak to the neighbor about their dog barking in the middle of the night, too...

Still waiting for his coffee to brew, Albert looks over the crossword he'd failed to finish that morning and dips his hand into his pocket, casually flipping the bullet's remote to the lowest setting.

Jet was diss appointed to have the kiss broken, but he tried to just relax on the bed and behave. Even if Albert was now leaving the room and doing nothing to make that edge if unease dissolve.

Still, he stayed silent and didn't move, focusing on reminding himself that The very thing he was feeling was the whole reason Albert felt like he needed to set up this scenario. Jet had to trust him more, trust him a hundred percent instead of ninety-nine percent.

He waited and waited, tracing the ceiling with his eyes, until a low vibration started from the bullet on him, causing Jet to yelp a but, more in surprise than anything else. The sensation itself was pleasant but tame and it only took a couple breaths to regain his composure and try to relax himself. If this was going to be his partner's game then Jet wouldn't benefit from working himself up more, there'd be plenty of that before he would be allowed to finish.

Penciling in 'Hatshepsut' to 39 down on his crossword, Albert glances towards the bedroom, a private playful smile crossing his lips at the startled cry. He likes to hear Jet's voice. There's almost a lyrical quality to it, something musical in the way he speaks that perfectly compliments the rhythmic and graceful way the taller man moves. That voice is exactly what he wants to hear, though the single cry is just the start.

He lets the vibrator sit on that setting while he finds another word (18 down, 'chordata') and the coffee maker beeps. Setting aside the puzzle, he turns the little bullet up to full for only a moment as he sets the remote aside to pour his coffee, listening for Jet's reaction, then returns it to the lowest setting as he gathers his coffee and papers to retreat back into the bedroom and settle comfortably at his little work desk in the corner.

He had every intention of keeping his cool, but the sudden setting change from something he'd just started to get used to to something a lot more intense wrenched another startled cry from the red head. He clenched his jaw and bit back any other sounds that tried to claw out of his throat until the bullet was set back to the lower setting which only caused him to sigh in relief.

He wanted do badly to glare at the German as he came in, but he kept his eyes on the ceiling. For one thing, Albert was probably expecting it, so Jet was going to do the opposite. But even if he was expecting it, Jet had no doubt his glare would go ignored, in fact it wouldn't surprise him if he were completely ignored; this was a punishment after all, what better way than deny the younger man the one thing he wanted?

He's not being ignored, per se, but it is true that it's something of a punishment even as it is a lesson. One that Jet still hasn't quite learned. "You can make noise if you need to. Don't cut yourself off in some show of self control."

The silver haired cyborg settles in at his table, sipping his coffee and plucking a red pen from the cup on his work surface. He leans back as he picks up one of the fat stapled essays he needs to review. He intends to show Jet that regardless of what he's doing, he's still catering to his sub at the same time, that as long as Jet is forthcoming with his needs they will be met readily. Until then, he leaves the bullet on a low vibration, teasingly subtle.

The low setting is a relief in comparison, but that didn't mean he could ignore it. It sent periodic shivers up his spine and through his limbs and he found his breathing was heavier than it even was a moment ago. He didn't try to stifle that, gasps and pants filled the room, only punctured by a periodic groan of need and pleasure that overtook him.

His hands clenched and unclenched in their restraints, tingling with the desire to be free and do something about his situation, but he didn't move, Albert had given instructions and Jet would follow them. Jet was a better sub than Dom, but he wasn't perfect; with any other dom, he likely wouldn't be treated half as well for his sharp tongue. In that regard, he wanted to be rebellious, but he also didn't want to overstep his 'quota' as it were. Honestly, if there was one person's directions he wouldn't mind following without question, it would be Albert's.

So despite that prideful edge that made him want to bite his lip rather than make a sound or that desire to try and move, he did what he was told, he moaned when he felt the urge to and kept his movements small.

But he wouldn't beg, not yet, he wasn't that far gone.

Papers shuffle as Albert goes about reading, periodically making marks or tapping the capped butt of the pen against his lower lip. With each particularly heavy breath or wanton moan though, he turns to make sure Jet is doing alright, that he's not unduly uncomfortable or managed to wriggle from his restraints. He's gratified to see that the younger man hasn't even tried that last one.

He finishes with the first essay and sets it aside in favor of another before speaking again, lifting the first page to curl it around behind the bound stack. "If you want more, all you need to do is ask." In fact, if he wants to be released or have Albert get involved directly he just needs to request it politely. Communication is key, after all.

Though he's not going to just tell him that in so many words. It's something that needs to be learned through experience, not simply told.

The only sound of frustration was a huff that he tried to bury in his arm. It was more out of sexual frustration than anything else, even his slightly-addled mind knew Albert wasn't just teasing him, he was being a good Dom and pressing the theme of this particular 'lesson' that he would take care of Jet, if the red head would just trust him to do so. As 'cruel' as it might seem, he was being kind.

Jet endured it a little while longer until the basic stimulation just wasn't enough; he wasn't supposed to cum till Albert said so, but he wasn't all that close just yet, it would take a while like this. Jet didn't have that kind of patience.

"Albert...please, I need more." He'd probably just get asked 'more what' Albert liked it when Jet was specific. "A higher speed...please, sir..."

"Very good," the essay is set aside for the moment as Albert takes the remote in hand and looks over at Jet as he slides the speed control higher with all the speed of a lazy turtle. He gauges where to stop by Jet's reaction, by the unconscious buck of his hips or the movement of his legs. If he starts to tremble it's a little too high, if all he does is shut his eyes it's too low. But Albert is practiced at reading Jet, more than the American will ever know, and he lets the speed settle at something exciting but not overwhelming. The build to orgasm will be more swift, but unless there's something new that Albert doesn't know, it won't quite get him there.

He picks the essay back up, allowing himself a smirk behind the sheaf of papers where Jet can't see. He'd used the title "sir". Jet rarely, if ever, calls him "sir".

The higher speed has just the effect Albert's looking for. A loud, pleasured, cry rips it's way from his throat as his body arches, hips moving in such a way that says he can't tell if he wants to be away from the cause of the intense sensation or closer to it.

He tries to calm himself down, but it's next to impossible like this. His back finds the mattress again, but then his knees raise as his legs twitch up, one bending all the way to place his foot flat on the mattress as well. Tremors shoot through him that have him gasping and his head snaps to the side.

"A-Albert...!!" Heavy pants and moans flow through the air as his body continues to shiver and jolt under the cascade of need that the vibrations cause. It's almost too much and a few moments later finds him gasping out again, this time his voice heavy with that need and a pleading tone underneath it. "Pl...please! I need more. So close...Albert, I need you!"

"What, exactly?" He knows what Jet wants; to let him cum, to be touched, to let him touch, but that's the problem. There could be so many things Jet wants or needs from him all at once. What Albert needs is for his sub to be clear.

The German rises to his feet, leaving the essay on the table as he goes to sit on the bed at Jet's side, gingerly placing one hand against his bent knee. "All you need to do is ask, Sparrow."

Though... frankly, he's enjoying the view. Jet splayed out on the bed, quivering and mewling. It's getting him a little hot under the collar. He may be keeping his calm and collected appearance out of necessity, but the moment Jet finally clicks with this little training exercise, Albert's more than ready to take a more hands on approach.

Specifics, he's needs specifics. Luckily, he's just out of his head enough to barely even hesitate in giving them, besides it wasn't like the answer was that hard. "I need your hands on me...I want you to take me, let me cum, please."

Begging usually made him feel weak, it wasn't his style to beg to anyone but Albert...Albert didn't make him feel weak when he did it, just wanted, even if it still felt a little odd to do and not hate immediately after. But anyone who didn't want him would just take what they like and leave, Albert waited and made sure of what Jet wanted before taking anything and even his foggy brain was able to latch onto that and hold it.

"Okay," it's just that easy. Albert leans over to press a kiss to his trembling sub's lips, brushing aside long copper bangs so he can make eye contact, silver to warm chestnut brown. "Trust me. I'm going to make it feel amazing."

He pulls away and stands, letting his fingers drag along Jet's skin lightly as he walks the length of the bed, coming to stand at the end of it then kneel on the comforter between Jet's knees. With deft, if cold, fingers he removes the condom that's been keeping the vibrator in place, though the bullet itself he holds with his hand still pressed against Jet's straining length. The ring, however, he still leaves. It's a soft and stretchy one, it should still allow Jet to cum, just prolong the inevitable to a point where when he finally crests that peak it will turn him to jelly.

Slowly, Albert drags the vibrator from hilt to head, watching each twitch and reveling in each moan it pulls from his sub. He has to admit, that's not really part of his lesson, just a little something for himself since he does so love to watch Jet pliant and needy all for him. He continues to tease with the vibrator, but his other hand joins in, fingertips dragging on Jet's inner thighs and leaning in the press kisses to the quivering flesh just after. Thighs, hips, and finally gentle and loving kisses to Jet's cock, feather light but not quite teasing. More a demonstration of care.

He wants this gentle moment before he finishes Jet off entirely.

Each slide of the vibrator on hard flesh sends shivers through him, the speed a little more tolerable with it not being held in place continually, but still high enough to keep him on edge. It's not enough to make him finish, he knows that, but that just makes it all the more torturous.

The touches and kisses make his breathing speed up and a light gasp slips from him as he tugs at the restraints on his wrists with the kisses pressed to his cock. His hands curled and clenched in their restraints as he finally reached the limit of the patience he'd been affording. "Albert...stop teasing me already."

"That sounded suspiciously like an order." Albert's voice is deadpan, though not quite resigned. He tries hard not to be too frustrated. After all, he's pushing Jet to a limit here even if he's trying to impress upon the younger man that he is taking care of him so long as Jet is clear. Though that was clear enough, he supposes.

Alright then, he'll stop teasing.

He stands up, slipping from the bed and pulls the pins at each top corner of the bed frame that keep straps attached to Jet's cuffs taut, though he's still attached to the posts with the thin but strong lengths of chain. So freed, Albert can reach over and toss Jet onto his stomach roughly, moving behind him to pull his hips up. Albert grunts lightly and his belt buckle hits the floor with a soft metallic thud as he runs his hands on Jet's ass and between his legs without any form of warning.

"Prop yourself on your hands and tell me how badly you want me inside you." He presses his hips against Jet's ass, grinding roughly while holding Jet's hips in place, his hard length rubbing up and down slowly between soft cheeks until he hears what he wants from his captive sub. "Don't hold anything back."

Put me in my place

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