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Alecto Crabtree ([personal profile] infringe) wrote2022-04-01 07:16 pm

007/Spies AU


SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED
( joshua, alecto )

The one where Alecto is a handler and Josh is his unruly spy (who he loves).
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-15 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He follows after Alecto, shedding a few extraneous articles of clothing as he goes - the silk tie, his jacket, his vest - draping them over a chair (he can see the carefully designed grooves, for restraints and other attachments) as he watches Alecto crawl up onto the ridiculously large bed. He stays just out of reach, gives him space to settle, hot anticipation filling his veins as he watches Alecto settle in, clearly enjoying the entire scenario, reveling in the weight of Josh's gaze and expectations.

He pauses for just a little longer than is entirely polite when Alecto opens his mouth for Josh, showing off the metal coiled behind his teeth, before he offers his still-gloved hand for Alecto to deposit the clamps in his palm.

"Such a dirty little thing," he murmurs, sounding clearly pleased, folding his fingers around the warm metal links. "Get your nipples ready for the clamps, my pet. And enjoy the use of your hands while you still have them." It's too off-handed to be a threat, simply an observation.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-16 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know how I could look at anything else, my pet," he murmurs, letting genuine warmth and admiration bleed into his tone, though he keeps it firmly within the bounds of the little play they are acting out between them, watching the way Alecto writhes and shifts in response to all the stimulation he is feeling - inflicting on himself, at Josh's orders.

He watches him tease and stimulate his nipples, watches them harden and peak before his eyes. He knows Alecto is sensitive there, knows how well he responds to a little extra stimulus from his fingers or teeth or tongue at an opportune moment. The clamps clutched in his hand feel oddly heavy, as though the anticipation of being able to use them, to see the way they will twist and pinch around Alecto's nipples, conveniently allowing Josh to increase the level of pain he's feeling simply by tugging gently on the chain linking them, is lending them extra weight.

"Are you ready, my pet?" He asks. He wants to put the clamps on before he strips himself of the rest of his clothes, before he can bury himself inside Alecto's already stretched hole. He's already anticipating the feeling - how easily he will be able to slide past the first ring of muscle, already tortured into looseness by the challenging width of the plug, and then how tightly the rest of Alecto's body will cling to him, due to barely being stretched at all. How warm his skin will be, after being whipped earlier by the riding crop, how the salt and movement and exertion will exacerbate the marks and stripes. He'd been so careful not to break the skin, but only just - even from here he can tell that the marks are an angry bright red, and likely sensitive just from rubbing against the silken sheets.

He moves forward, tugs Alecto up towards him by the collar, and motions for him to present himself, to thrust his chest forward to allow Josh to torture it with the clamp.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-17 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He flicks at the clamps with his fingers, a deliberately cruel tease - but he knows Alecto can take it, even craves it, wants the feeling of challenge and pain. After the evening's experience, he wonders now if knowing that he's so beautifully obeying orders, that he was exceeding expectations, was another layer of pleasure. He's so used to things the other way around - Alecto directing him, leading and expecting him to follow - and even now there's a layer of that in this interaction, that everything he's doing, the scenario he's setting up and spinning out, is no longer simply in service to the mission, but at Alecto's express request.

It's a heady, intense feeling, but he doesn't allow any of it to show on his face, simply maintains an appreciative but condescending expression as he watches Alecto adjust, watches the way his cock, already hard again after coming (untouched, he'd come untouched under Josh's hands and the riding crop) earlier twitches and fills under his watchful gaze, as though the pain from the clamps held a line of stimulus directly to his dick and balls. Josh had barely touched him there, and he was already such a mess...

He reaches up for the buttons of his shirt. "You get to choose, pet," he says, casually magnanimous, as though bestowing a great favor, "do you want to ride me face to face so I can see exactly how wrecked I'm making you, or do you want to sit on my lap so I can watch my own cock sliding in and out of your gaping hole?" He's careful about the phrasing, making the reasoning about Josh's pleasure, but leaving it up to Alecto's preference. He shrugs off the shirt and undershirt, leaving himself bare-chested. The only things he's still wearing on his upper body are the already ruined leather gloves. He meets Alecto's gaze where he is settled, legs spread wide, on the bed, and reaches for the buckle of the fine leather belt at his waist.
Edited 2022-06-17 12:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-17 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He makes a deliberate show of sliding the belt out from the loops in his slacks, coiling it neatly, and then stepping forward to set it on the edge of the bed near Alecto, meeting his eyes and smiling, sharp and anticipatory. His shoes and socks are next, laid out neatly, casually, as though he weren't in a room in a sex club with a beautiful boy on his bed, anticipating his every order and whim, suffering prettily at his command. Then he moves to undo his slacks, his fingers quick on the fastenings, remembering the car ride, the way Alecto had leaned in to take his cock down his throat, curled up at Joshua's feet with his head tucked in his still-clothed lap.

After all these weeks he's starting to understand the boundaries better - Daniel loved sucking cock, but Alecto himself did not, though he was amenable to it in certain limited circumstances - but right now, the overriding pretense is the maintenance of their cover identities in the private space and the only orders he is following are Alecto's: I want you to keep playing along. I want you to make me obey you.

"Greedy," he scolds, the breathlessness present but not obvious, as he finally strips off his slacks and tosses them over the chair with his other clothes. He's standing in the silk underwear, so conveniently designed for their earlier activities in the car (he really doesn't want to think about why), his cock an obvious tent in the soft material, straining against the buttons. He slides them down to his ankles and kicks them aside, standing almost entirely nude in front of Alecto, save for the leather gloves.

He walks up to the bed again, and catches up the chain for the nipple clamps and hooks his fingers in the collar again, pulling Alecto towards him, and then he leans in for an intense, passionate kiss, aggressive and commanding without being obnoxious, firmly claiming his mouth as his fingers tighten on the collar until it is taut, putting pressure on Alecto's windpipe without truly cutting off his airway, still allowing him shallow, heady breaths.

"I'm going to want you on your knees so I can watch you fuck yourself open with the plug before you take it out," he murmurs against Alecto's lips, twisting his fingers just so. "And then I'm going to tie your hands behind your back with my belt. I'm not going to help you at all as you mount my cock like the desperate slut you are. I'm just going to watch you twitch as I spear you open, I'm going to tug on your nipples so I can feel you clench around me. I expect a good show, my pet. Do you really think you can make me come like that?"
Edited 2022-06-17 16:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-18 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He watches Alecto fuck himself with the plug, straining and whimpering with the challenge of following Josh's orders, lost in the scenario they've settled into, a mutual feedback loop of pleasure. Alecto is just so extraordinarily beautiful in his submission - aesthetically, of course, which went without saying, but the true appeal of it for Joshua Archer was the obvious enjoyment Alecto was wringing from the situation, from having the structure of orders and hierarchy imposed in this very specific and unusual context. He wouldn't have (dared to) pegged Alecto for a masochist based on their professional acquaintance, but this entire evening had been a revelation on that front. Just as he couldn't have predicted exactly how much everything about this scenario would appeal to himself personally, how much Alecto's pleasure and unspoken expectation was pushing Josh further - to be more creative, more forceful. More of a Dom, in a very specific sense.

He steps forward and shifts up onto the bed, grabbing Alecto's wrists while he is pushing the plug into himself, right at the widest point, and starts to wrap the leather belt around them, drawing it tight without letting it dig into his skin. Alecto's skin is such a bright, lovely red, a spreading flush in the beautiful curve of his ass, his cheeks held apart by his spread legs and the handle of the plug.

"I want to hear you," he whispers, tucking the end of the belt through the buckle and tugging on Alecto's hands to make sure they are fastened securely. With casual ease, he loops the chain for the nipple rings up over Alecto's head so the links are draped over his shoulders, the trailing length centered between his shoulder blades. Everything is perfectly positioned for Josh to reach, to touch, to torture. He wraps one still gloved hand around the end of the chain and the leather of the belt tying his wrists together at the same time, blatantly ignoring the strain as the metal pulls taught, tugging hard on Alecto's nipples in an upward direction, the links digging into the skin of his shoulders, while his other hand strokes proprietarily over Alecto's ass, until he has wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug again. He fucks it into Alecto with deliberate force, once, twice, three times, before he yanks it out and tosses it aside, positioning himself there instead.

Alecto is still leaning forward on his knees, and Josh is kneeling up behind him on the bed. He takes his own cock in hand, slapping it lightly against the hot-flushed skin of Alecto's sore ass, before he slides it down against his perineum, and up between the crack of his ass, dragging the head against Alecto's slicked, gaping hole.

"You're so stretched for me, my pet," he murmurs, and there is awe and admiration and affection in his tone, impossible to keep out. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock. You'll squeeze tight for me, won't you pet? You can't wait to bring me pleasure?"

He slides just the head, just the tip, in past the barely-there resistance of the much-abused and already loosened ring of muscle, and then stops utterly still.

"Well?" He asks, his voice harsher, more demanding. "I'm waiting."
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
He stays still, watching Alecto strain himself as he works his way back onto Josh's cock, his body struggling to take the full length in, clenching tight around it in rhythmic waves. It's more difficult than he could have expected when he set them both up for this, to stay in control of himself and the situation, to maintain awareness, composure, and the demeanor that Alecto seems to expect from him in the moment.

Alecto's moans echo in his ears, stoking the heat rising beneath his skin to a fever pitch, watching the way he squirms, so clearly and genuinely desperate, eager to please, practically crying as he rocks himself back and forth, trying to take Joshua practically dry, with only the residual lubricant from the plug to ease the way, constantly shuffling awkwardly on his knees on the silken-smooth bedsheets to try to gain just a little bit more leverage with each movement as he fucks himself on Josh's cock. The chain for the clamps on his nipples swings side to side between his shoulder blades, almost hypnotizing; Alecto looks too overwhelmed by the effort of fucking himself on Josh's cock to register the little bites of pain as anything other than an undertone, constant and present, building to overwhelming sensation.

Josh leans forward, trapping Alecto's bound hands between their bodies, and reaches out to wrap an arm around Alecto's neck, a solid heavy weight across his chest, digging the chain into his skin, thrusting his hips forward just forcefully enough to get Alecto's attention.

"Do you trust me, my pet?" He asks softly, breath warm against Alecto's ear. He doesn't bother waiting for an answer, pulling away before Alecto can respond.

With careful movements, he shifts his own weight without pulling out of Alecto's body, steady and immoveable, his knees braced on the bed. Then he reaches down for the belt wrapped around Alecto's wrists and slides both hands up in parallel towards Alecto's elbows, taking a firm hold of his upper arms before he pulls upwards. The movement lifts Alecto's torso up off the bed leaving Josh supporting almost his full weight, while he's basically impaled on Josh's cock, just barely still on his knees, utterly dependent on Josh's strength to keep from dropping him facefirst onto the bed.

"Do you like this, my pet?" He asks, as mildly as he can manage as he thrusts forward and up, almost bouncing Alecto's body on his cock, his fingers digging into his arms, and starts a slow, intent rhythm, fighting against gravity on each upstroke, but letting Alecto drop back down forcefully each time.
Edited 2022-06-23 11:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-25 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Watching and feeling Alecto fall apart with pleasure is incredible; knowing with almost no chance for doubt that it is due to Josh - his own actions, his careful adherence to Alecto's earlier challenge-request - is almost enough to make him mindless with need and arousal. But he can't let go, not just yet, not while he can still potentially twist the enjoyment Alecto is feeling one notch higher, based simply on self-possession and a little carefully applied self-denial.

He lets Alecto fall one last time, catching him up in his arms and pulling him close, forcing him to turn his head, the chain being yanked between their bodies, pressed together chest to back as he claims Alecto's slack lips for a possessive kiss, Josh's cock buried in him at the deepest possible point, gravity a gentle but insistent tug on the way they are joined together. "I believe it's my turn, my pet," he murmurs in Alecto's ear, and switches to keeping him held up by just one hand, his other hand grabbing Alecto's hair and yanking tight, just gathering up the strands with obvious entitlement.

Between one breath and the next, he shifts both of their weight, dragging Alecto down to the bed and rolling him over onto his back. His cock slips out with the sudden movement, but not for long - he positions himself over Alecto and shoves back in hard before rolling them again so Alecto is straddling his waist, Josh's cock tucked snugly into the tight, almost swollen channel of his body, gripping him like a vice.

Josh gazes up at Alecto's face, at his expression, looking dazed and fucked out and debauched, his chest and abdomen covered in the evidence of his own previous orgasms, little bruises and marks littering his skin, his nipples tight and tortured by the clamps. Almost without thinking, without realizing what he is doing, he slides his hand up from Alecto's hip and along his spine until he can grab the swaying chain that links those clamps together. When he tugs, he can feel Alecto's body tighten around his cock with a spasm of mingled pain-pleasure, hear the way he moans, broken and fervent. It doesn't take more than a few more tugs before he is finally coming helplessly into Alecto's body. He'd been in a state of half-hard arousal from the moment he'd seen Alecto in what passed for his attire for the night, and in his pent-up state his orgasm leaves him gasping from the intensity, vision gone completely blank.

He forces himself back to wakefulness as soon as he can, gazing anxiously up at Alecto, trying desperately to parse Alecto's state of mind and physical status through his own pleasure-addled brain. He automatically strokes a soothing hand over his hip and up along his chest, careful to avoid stimulating his clamped nipples.

"Y-you were so good for me," he whispers, as steady and calm as he can make it, trying to maintain his carefully constructed persona. "So obedient, so lovely. Thank you for the gift of your submission, for bringing me so much pleasure." His cock is still inside Alecto, but he doesn't want to pull out just yet, wants to wait for Alecto to voice his own preferences. They had played similar - though far tamer - games like this before in the past, and he knew there were times when Alecto didn't want to be empty again so soon after being filled.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-26 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
He feels Alecto slowly stirring and immediately his attention is on him, letting him shift and arrange Josh as he pleases, pushing off of him, and then even bending to brush his lips over Josh's forehead.

He forces a chuckle and shakes his head, eyes bright and attentive as he gazes up at Alecto. "I'm not sure I can aspire to 'never'," he demurs, with a casual shrug. "Let me get those off you?" He asks, careful not to jostle the clamps, but making it clear what he is referring to. His fingers are deftly undoing the buckle of the belt wrapped around Alecto's wrists even as he speaks.

He is absolutely careful, verbalizing each step he is about to take, giving Alecto the opportunity to voice an objection at any point, trying to ease him back into taking the lead again. Alecto seems fine though, clearly feeling invigorated and pleased as he unwinds and shifts back out of subspace. It doesn't take very long before most of the used toys and ruined sheets are bundled off the bed and there is nothing immediate left for Josh to do or say or distract himself with. He glances at one of the doors - not the one they'd entered from - in the room - presuming that there was a bathroom behind it.

"Do you want to wash yourself off?" He asks, recalling Alecto's usual preferences. He's feeling a little jittery, a little unsure, now that he's almost entirely shed the roles of Dom, and Christopher Vance, now that he's not quite Thomas, Daniel's husband.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-26 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He blinks, surprised, off-kilter, surprised at the touch against his knee from Alecto. But what he hears is Alecto's verbal shrug, the 'I need a moment,' and he snaps to attention, focusing on that. "It's. I'm fine," he says, but it sounds like a question rather than a statement. "Are you sure you're alright?" There is clear anxiety in his tone as he peers at Alecto, trying to read him more clearly and suddenly coming up blank. "This was. It was a lot..."

By objective measures, the night had been a success - on a personal physical level, as well as the far more important issue of their work and mission - and much of that was due to the way they had meshed together, made that connection between their personas to fool the mark and coax out the information they needed. But after the door to this room had closed behind them... what was this? What exactly had been the goal? Josh feels unmoored and uncertain, especially now when faced with Alecto, somehow still managing to appear poised and confident and dignified despite the bruises blooming over his skin, all the marks Josh had left on him, the streaky remains of his come dotting his abdomen and chest, gazing at him with uncharacteristic concern.

"Sorry," he mumbles, reflexively, putting a hand out to catch himself on the rumpled bed when he starts to sway, feeling suddenly dizzy.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-06-27 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
"S'my job," he mumbles again, his words slurring, slow and uncertain. But Alecto's voice, Alecto's directions, provide much needed context and familiarity, and though the warmth of contact and continued touch between them is unexpected and strange, it is helping Josh to settle, the novelty of having Alecto's arms around him, his lips against Josh's skin, providing a much needed anchor.

He breathes in deeply, obedient to Alecto's words, smelling sex and come and Alecto's warm skin, somehow an even more intimate connection between them than what they'd just been doing. "'m dropping, I think," he observes, a little detached but mostly bewildered, unconsciously snuggling closer against what felt like safety and affection while still tensed, apparently in anticipation of it being taken away. Something sparks in his brain, his synapses struggling to match it to a paradigm he understood, and he says, a bit anxiously, "You're sure you're okay?" lethargically moving to try and get a look at Alecto, clearly reluctant to pull away out of his hold, but determined still to do the right thing, to push his body into obedience. "Messy," he observes, not that coherently, his hand splayed out against Alecto's abdomen and the remnants of his release that hadn't been wiped off by the sheets they'd already pushed off to the side, leaving the part of the bed they were laying on mostly clean.

The meaning, rather than just recognizing the sound and inflection, of Alecto's words, finally seems to register and he nods, burying his face against Alecto's shoulder. "As long as you're happy," he observes, earnest and sincere.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-07-03 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He peers into Alecto's eyes, looking awed and surprised and vaguely elated, his heart suddenly beating fast, still confused, but in a deeply pleasant way. "s'all good then," he mumbles, smiling back automatically, the expression blooming in immediate, instinctive answer to Alecto's touch, his tone of voice.

At the question he frowns, but more in continued confusion than anything else. "Did you want a bath?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed slightly. His muscles tense briefly under Alecto's touch, preparation for movement. "It sounds nice. I can -" he stops short, feeling disoriented, thrown off equilibrium. "I can help?" He settles on, uncertain. He feels two or three steps behind, lethargic - as usual, perhaps, when it came to Alecto on missions - but his vague thought is that he should probably be the one doing that for someone he had just been in a scene with, but that for some reason, things were the other way around.

"What...what do you want me to do?"
Edited 2022-07-03 16:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-07-05 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He shivers under the touch, Alecto's hand warm against his skin, pressing him down, and he complies immediately, settling back into the sheets and gazing after him as he moves away, eyes wide, the slightest hint of a pout to his lips.

"I can do that," he replies with a nod, a quiet confirmation, and lets his gaze drift to the side, fingers curling in the sheets of the bed as if hungry for physical contact, curling them so his palm presses down against the plush, silken smoothness, his other hand resting on his own thigh, thumb stroking his own skin absently.

"Okay. I'll be here," he adds, quietly, with just a hint of a quaver, the words drawn out of him automatically, his shoulders hunched slightly as he keeps his gaze lowered, the sense of direction settling into his nerves and soothing the jittery agitation just under his skin.
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[personal profile] singinthestorm 2022-07-05 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods silently, following after Alecto without a hint of hesitation or trepidation. His eyes are still a little glazed over, but he seems steady enough with the clear direction, and climbs into the bathtub after only a brief moment of hesitation. He keeps turning his head to look at Alecto, apparently trying to keep him in his field of vision, but not sure how to voice the want. The sigh he lets out as he sinks into the just-hot enough water is long and heartfelt and he murmurs, "Thank you," softly, blinking up at Alecto as he tilts his head back into the water.

It's been such a long time since something like this has even vaguely been an option - voluntarily naked and vulnerable in front of someone else, sinking into the depths of a tub filled with hot water, without any kind of protective identity or medical procedure as an excuse - and Josh feels unmoored in a completely different way. But Alecto's voice is so grounding and soothing, a familiar foundation, even unwontedly soft and gentle as it was right now, and he can't help the smile that touches his face as he gazes up at him, his eyes flitting briefly over the marks now littering his skin, and he reaches out for Alecto's wrist, gently rubbing his thumb over some of the marks from the belt that had been used to restrain him. That Josh had used to restrain him.

"Sorry," he says, a little vaguely, but there is pride in his tone; that he'd apparently done a good job, earned a compliment, was something he could still grasp, even in his unbalanced state of mind. "Just... You look so beautiful."

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