Relax and Get on Your Back

Cyprien had finally reached his own point of exhaustion. When their sex turned to violence, to power plays and kink, Cyprien's energy seemed unending. It was nearly always Rodolphus that had to finish things, often with an order to masturbate until he was satisfied. There seemed no other way to knock the younger and smaller man out than to allow him to do the job himself.

Tonight was different though. Rodolphus allowed his lover to fall back against the bed, watching as his face displayed an image of perfect exhaustion. It was beautiful in its way, the lust still just visible in his half-closed eyes. Rodolphus leaned forward to stroke through Cyprien's hair with gentleness. "Good pet..." he said softly, then leaning farther to kiss the boy's forehead. "My good pet..."

Cyprien smiled tiredly, loving to be called this. Loving to be Rodolphus'. There was something soothing about it, about belonging to someone. He never felt freer than when he was reminded that he was owned. Perhaps it was knowing, somewhere in the back of his head, that if something should go wrong, he could leave. That regardless of the fact that his boyfriend was "Master" in the bedroom, he was still Rodolphus everywhere else. And perhaps it was helped along by Cyprien's absolute faith in Rodolphus. Nothing would hurt him when he was with Rodolphus, the Dark Lord's right-hand man. Although Cyprien disapproved of what Rodolphus did when he left the house, it was nevertheless a comfort that his actions made Cyprien himself untouchable. Rodolphus would protect him from everything and everyone.

Rodolphus ran a hand down Cyprien's torso, rubbing gently at the bruises between his ribs. They would be worse tomorrow. He kissed his Cyprien, his pet, again, and sat back on the bed, looking over his lover's body. Such a good boy he had, so sweetly obedient and eager to please. Just a stroke of his hair was enough to make him smile. "Cyp, sweetheart, can you stay awake another few moments for me? Please, darling?"

Cyprien forced his eyes open, but only just. "Yes..." he replied softly, eyes still hazy with exhaustion and lingering arousal. 

"Look here, my good boy."

He smiled and opened his eyes further.

"Imperio."