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Put me in my place

It's always been the hardest thing for Jet to keep his hands to himself, but tonight Albert's finally going to teach him. Normally he enjoys the tactile explorations, the eagerness to please, maybe even allowing Jet more free reign to roam as he will beyond the bounds of social acceptance, but it's been getting out of hand. Jet's been abusing the frayed ends of Albert's patience in other aspects of their relationship. Being uncommunicative, talking back flippantly in public; flirtatiously calling another Dominant "sir" at a party had been the last straw. He's not sure what he's done to warrant this sort of misbehavior from his partner, but he's about to put a stop to it right now.

"Jet, come in here." No request this time, it's an order, and it's barked across the apartment with authoritarian weight. He'll teach Jet this lesson and maybe in doing so he'll get the errant teen to come clean about what in the hell has gotten into him these past weeks. Asking has gotten him nowhere, so perhaps they just need a reaffirmation of who, exactly, is in charge here.

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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."

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