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And remember:
Complete rules for posting are on the group's profile. To protect members' privacy, entry posting is by members only. However, prompts and fills are made anonymously, which means non-members can respond!
Rules
1. No underage characters
2. No RPF/RPS
3. No bashing other people's kinks.
4. Please use content warnings. Put them at the start of your prompt. I.e. Prompt (Content Warning: Attempted Suicide)
Please warn for:
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FILL: All Things Excellent
Date: 2019-05-23 12:08 pm (UTC)Yes, Mr. Wooster was indeed rare – as rare as he was difficult.
Arms crossed over his chest, he lifted his chin. ‘No, Jeeves, I will not concede defeat this time,’ said his slightly upturned lips, and his pink tongue darted out to touch the corner of his mouth, ‘We’ve had our sartorial differences before, but this goes beyond garment.’
He was being, as I have mentioned, difficult. However, there are certain languages one learns to speak from habit, and I knew his playfulness well by now. ‘Sir?’ I raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to go further.
‘Yes, Jeeves, this is a matter of dominance.’ He spoke the word with such incitement that I was almost unsettled by its impropriety.
Almost.
‘Indeed, sir,’ I answered levelly, as I slowly crossed the room towards him. I was only a few inches taller than him, but I was also broader, stronger, and I positioned myself as to accentuate this. I saw the tremor that passed through him, the anticipation in his eyes.
When he spoke next, I stood so close to him that I felt his warm breath against my skin. ‘The tie shall remain, Jeeves, and I shall wear it tomorrow morning,’ he stood upright, amused by his own defiance, ‘Unless…’
The word lingered in the air, a living thing between us. ‘Unless, sir?’
‘Unless you can… persuade me.’
Again, that insolence, that shameless insinuation. I delighted in it. Impudent, brazen, scandalous but gentlemanly – he was irresistible. I could have yielded then, dropped to my knees in front of him or taken him against the wall. He would have liked it either way. But I remembered Spinoza, and all things excellent. Rare and difficult.
Mr. Wooster’s eyelids fluttered, and his eyes moved to my lips. He was waiting for the fissure in my composure. I sought excellence in all things – an easy victory was nothing to me. I would not drop to my knees. I would not give in to the tension between us, to the passion that burned in my loins. I would remain self-possessed, and I would persuade him all the same. He wanted dominance… I would show him dominance.
‘You will pardon me for saying, sir, that you are not aware of what you are truly asking,’ I said, reaching slowly for the tie at his neck. I took the offending item between my finger and thumb, rubbing at its garish fabric.
His breath came out louder, his chest heaving under my gaze. He looked at my fingers, the way they stroked the tie at his throat, the way they undid it with the deftness that only habit grants. He swallowed, and I felt the bob of his Adam’s apple against the back of my hand. ‘I bally well am aware, Jeeves,’ he tried to find his boldness, but it was lost.
‘In that case, sir…’ I let my voice drift away languidly, as if in negligence, and I made my fingers tap lightly at the base of his neck, where his shirt now lay open. I slid my hand up along his jaw. I saw him soften, felt his body relax as it leaned into mine. He made the mistake of believing that I would submit.
Now, he was mine.
In one swift movement I wrenched the tie from him and turned him around. He staggered in his surprise, allowing me to pull his arms behind his back. I pressed my body into his. ‘I will have to be firm with you,’ I whispered in his ear, using the tie to bind his hands.
He gasped as the fabric dug into his wrists. I had only taken his hat, stick and coat. The rest he still wore – even his jacket and his shoes. I wanted to see him laid out for me; I wanted to reveal the helplessness in him. As much as I enjoyed his natural shamelessness and voluntary impudence, I ached to see the other, equally charming facet of him: the vulnerable young man, who would moan, whimper and beg.
‘If you would kneel now, sir…’
Dominance, he had said. But I kept my tone even and polite. I would command him without artifice or ploy – I would make the master submit to the servant. I could feel in him the urge to succumb, the ardent desire to kneel for me. He protested half-heartedly, but seconds later he was on his knees, his back to me. He could not see my breathlessness, the red that painted my cheeks.
I took a moment to calm the pounding in my chest, but my eyes fell on McIntosh’s leash, hanging off the side of a chair. Fiery madness overtook me, and I reached for the rope. Leaning over Mr. Wooster, I slipped the leash through the tie still binding his hands and then down to his feet. I felt him shudder. With eager fingers I wound the leash twice around his ankles and fastened it there.
I made him wait, and he waited. He could not move – would not move unless I ordered him. I placed my hand on his back and slowly pushed him forward. I watched his shirt slide up his back, high, higher, until I could see his smooth, pale skin. He pushed his backside off his heels. I did not have to force him. He bent forward until his cheek was pressed against the floor and his bottom thrust up in the air. His shirt and jacket had slid almost up to his chest, revealing the exquisite softness of his lower back, the cleft of his buttocks peeking out of his trousers, framed by two delicate dimples.
The rope tying his wrists to his ankles was taut against his back. I was painfully hard, but I did not reach to unfasten my trousers. Instead, I ran my hands up his trembling thighs and squeezed his buttocks. He moaned.
‘Jeeves… please…’
I was feverish with lust. ‘It is indeed, Mr. Wooster, a matter of dominance,’ I heard myself say. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows curving upwards imploringly as he knelt there for me. His arms twitched, but he did not struggle against his bonds.
He was utterly beautiful, kneeling face down on the floor, his trousers clinging to his thighs, his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing the shoes I liked best, and a suit I had chosen for him myself. I could not say what enthralled me more: the defencelessness of his position, or the fact that he was fully dressed, and how much more indecent that made him. A young gentleman in such distinguished attire should never be thus exposed. And yet there he was…
‘I do enjoy hearing you beg, sir,’ I said. I was insatiable.
‘Oh, please Jeeves… please, I – I can’t take it any longer…’ he pleaded.
‘And how may I satisfy you, sir?’
‘Please… do whatever you want to me, just – touch me!’
With a twinge of regret, I removed the leash, leaving him free to move everything except for his arms, which were still tied behind his back. He immediately spread his legs further apart.
‘So eager…’ I whispered, almost to myself, as I tugged at his trousers.
‘Jeeves, this is unbearable, please…’
I pulled down his trousers and smalls. He pushed his bottom higher in the air. ‘You are shameless, Mr. Wooster,’ I said, but I did not wait for an answer.
Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I leaned in and pressed my tongue against his most intimate area. He gasped, and as I continued, his moans grew louder. I could feel his knees shaking, straining to keep him upright. I used my lips and tongue to stretch him open until I was panting, and when I came up to breathe I looked at him. The sight alone was almost my undoing: there he was, only half-undressed, laid out for me, his tight pink hole displayed in such an indecent manner, and he was whimpering, begging for my touch…
‘I will take you now,’ I said, fumbling with my trousers. Mr. Wooster nodded feverishly. He had no words in him, only moans and my name, like a prayer on his tongue.
In a haze of passion I prepared myself, and then I was on my knees behind him, and my hands were on his hips, and I was gently sliding inside him. Finally, finally inside him.
He tried to push himself against me, to take me in deeper, but his hands were still tied behind his back. I gave him a light slap on the thigh. ‘Patience,’ I hummed. I knew what he wanted, and it seemed cruel to deny him now, after he had been so obedient. But I wanted him to be aware of his own depravity; I wanted him to think of it when he would reach his climax.
‘See how docile you can be,’ I said, and I felt him clench around me, ‘You are so beautiful when you submit to me, sir, do you not agree?’
‘Yes, Jeeves,’ he gasped, and I knew that he understood, that he felt the unparalleled bliss of being claimed by his manservant while he, the master, was bound and used.
‘Very good, sir,’ I praised him, although the very same words had been spoken before in a different context. This, paired with a few powerful thrusts, had a remarkable effect. Mr. Wooster jolted, crying out in pleasure, and shuddered through a violent orgasm.
I lost all control then and pounded into him savagely, until I spilled my seed inside him with a groan. I only vaguely remember that I untied him and took him in my arms, kissing his face and neck. He smiled up at me, tired and content, and we somehow found ourselves on his bed. As we lay there recovering, he played with my hair.
‘Jeeves…’
‘Yes, sir?’
‘That tie – get rid of it, will you?’
‘Thank you, sir.’
Here were all things excellent: the horrible tie, finally to be thrown out or burned; Mr. Wooster’s body, warm against mine; and our days together, stretching out until the end of time. If I were to simplify this philosophy, I would borrow one of Mr. Wooster’s expressions: ‘nothing good comes easy’. But when I looked into his bright blue eyes, I forgot everything I had endured, and knew only the happiness of being with him.
Re: FILL: All Things Excellent
Date: 2019-05-24 07:30 am (UTC)Re: FILL: All Things Excellent
Date: 2019-05-24 11:11 am (UTC)Re: FILL: All Things Excellent
Date: 2019-05-24 09:33 am (UTC)Also: "...the fact that he was fully dressed, and how much more indecent that made him. A young gentleman in such distinguished attire should never be thus exposed." That bit really captures what's so hot about the original photo. The suit makes it that much more undignified and improper.
Also, why is rimming one of those things that holds zero appeal for me IRL but all the appeal in fic?
Re: FILL: All Things Excellent
Date: 2019-05-24 11:15 am (UTC)I'm glad I managed to capture that - the original photo really is incredibly hot *fans self*
I used to feel the same about rimming (until I tried it irl, and then I finally understood why my favorite characters seemed to enjoy it so much in fanfic, haha)