“Stop it.” Aidoneus’ voice was sharp, but there was a tremor beneath it, a crack in his usual veneer of control. His back was pressed against the wall, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His nipples were already hard, betraying him, begging for attention beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Soren was close, too close, his breath hot against Aidoneus’ neck, his fingers dancing just above the sensitive buds without touching them. Teasing. Always teasing.“Stop what?” Soren’s voice was low, a rumble that vibrated through Aidoneus’ chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Aidoneus’ ear. “You’re the one who came to me, Aidoneus. You’re the one who said you couldn’t stop thinking about this.”Aidoneus swallowed hard, his throat dry. He had said that. He’d said a lot of things in the heat of the moment, in the dark of the night when his body ached and his mind was clouded with need. But now, in the harsh light of day, with Soren’s gaze piercing through him, he felt exposed. Vulnerable. Weak.“I didn’t—I didn’t mean—” Aidoneus stammered, his hands clutching at the wall behind him as if it could anchor him. But Soren wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, his body flush against Aidoneus’, and the heat of him was overwhelming. Soren’s hands slid up Aidoneus’ sides, slow and deliberate, and when his thumbs brushed over his nipples, Aidoneus couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped his lips.“You didn’t mean what?” Soren’s voice was a purr now, dangerous and seductive. “You didn’t mean to beg me to touch you? To take what you need?” His fingers rolled Aidoneus’ nipples between them, and Aidoneus’ knees buckled. He caught himself, but only barely.“I’m not—I’m not begging,” Aidoneus managed, though his voice was strained. Soren chuckled, a dark, low sound that sent shivers down Aidoneus’ spine.“No? Then what’s this?” Soren’s hand moved to the hem of Aidoneus’ shirt, tugging it up just enough to expose the pale skin of his chest. His nipples were peaked, flushed, and when Soren’s thumb flicked over one, Aidoneus jerked, a moan slipping past his lips before he could stop it.Damn it. He was losing control, and he could feel it slipping away faster with every touch, every word. Soren knew it too; Aidoneus could see the smug satisfaction in his eyes, the way his lips curled into a smirk. “You’re a brat, Aidoneus,” Soren murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against the sensitive skin of Aidoneus’ neck. “But I know how to handle brats.”Aidoneus’ mind was racing, but his body… his body was responding in ways he couldn’t deny. His nipples were throbbing, aching with need, and when Soren’s mouth descended on one, hot and wet, Aidoneus couldn’t stop the cry that escaped him.“Fuck!” His head fell back against the wall, his hands finding their way into Soren’s hair and gripping tight. Soren’s tongue swirled around the bud, lathing it with attention, and Aidoneus could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of it. Aidoneus wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to be this. But Soren… Soren had a way of unraveling him, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but this raw, untamed need.“You taste so good, Aidoneus,” Soren murmured against his skin, his lips moving to the other nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, and Aidoneus gasped, his hips jerking forward, seeking friction that wasn’t there.“Soren—I—” Aidoneus’ words were fragmented, his thoughts scattered as Soren continued his relentless assault. His mouth was hot, his tongue skillful, and when he sucked hard, Aidoneus felt it. A jolt of sensation, unfamiliar yet unmistakable, shot through him. His eyes flew open, wide with shock.No. No, no, no. “What the—” Soren pulled back slightly, his brow furrowed. Aidoneus could see the confusion in his eyes, the way they flicked down to his chest. And then Soren’s lips curved into a grin, wicked and knowing.“Well, well,” Soren said, his voice dripping with amusement. “What do we have here?”Aidoneus felt it before he saw it. The warmth, the wetness. His nipple was leaking, a thin, milky stream trickling down his chest. His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his ears. Impossible. This wasn’t possible. He wasn’t… he couldn’t…But Soren was already leaning in, his tongue darting out to catch the drops of milk. Aidoneus’ knees gave out, and he would have fallen if Soren hadn’t caught him, holding him up with an arm around his waist.“You’re full, Aidoneus,” Soren said, his voice a mix of awe and hunger. His mouth returned to the leaking nipple, sucking gently, and Aidoneus’ mind went blank. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and relief that had him arching into Soren’s mouth.“I—I don’t—why—” Aidoneus couldn’t form a sentence, couldn’t think past the overwhelming sensation of Soren drinking from him. It was too much. It was everything.“Oh, Aidoneus,” Soren said, pulling back just long enough to speak, his lips glistening with milk. “You’re full, and you’re mine.”The words sent a shiver through Aidoneus, and when Soren’s mouth returned to his chest, he didn’t fight it. He couldn’t. His hands tightened in Soren’s hair, his hips pressing forward as the pleasure built, wave after wave, until he was drowning in it.And still, Soren drank, his hands roving over Aidoneus’ body, claiming every inch. Aidoneus could feel it, the control slipping away, the walls he’d built crumbling under the relentless onslaught. He was exposed, vulnerable, and it should have terrified him.But it didn’t. Because Soren wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t letting go. And Aidoneus… Aidoneus wasn’t sure he wanted him to.“Soren—please—” The words were a whisper, a plea, and Soren’s response was immediate. His hands moved to Aidoneus’ waist, fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts.“Please what, Aidoneus?” Soren’s voice was heavy with desire, his eyes dark and hungry. “Tell me what you need.”Aidoneus hesitated, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He could feel the pressure building, the need threatening to consume him. And then he said it, the word he’d been fighting, the one he’d been too proud to admit. “Everything.”

“Stop it.” Aidoneus’ voice was sharp, but there was a tremor beneath it, a crack in his usual veneer of control. His back was pressed against the wall, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His nipples were already hard, betraying him, *begging* for attention beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Soren was close, too close, his breath hot against Aidoneus’ neck, his fingers dancing just above the sensitive buds without touching them. *Teasing*. Always teasing.

“Stop what?” Soren’s voice was low, a rumble that vibrated through Aidoneus’ chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Aidoneus’ ear. “You’re the one who came to me, Aidoneus. You’re the one who said you couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

Aidoneus swallowed hard, his throat dry. He *had* said that. He’d said a lot of things in the heat of the moment, in the dark of the night when his body ached and his mind was clouded with need. But now, in the harsh light of day, with Soren’s gaze piercing through him, he felt exposed. Vulnerable. *Weak*.

“I didn’t—I didn’t mean—” Aidoneus stammered, his hands clutching at the wall behind him as if it could anchor him. But Soren wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, his body flush against Aidoneus’, and the heat of him was overwhelming. Soren’s hands slid up Aidoneus’ sides, slow and deliberate, and when his thumbs brushed over his nipples, Aidoneus couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped his lips.

“You didn’t mean what?” Soren’s voice was a purr now, dangerous and seductive. “You didn’t mean to beg me to touch you? To take what you need?” His fingers rolled Aidoneus’ nipples between them, and Aidoneus’ knees buckled. He caught himself, but only barely.

“I’m not—I’m not begging,” Aidoneus managed, though his voice was strained. Soren chuckled, a dark, low sound that sent shivers down Aidoneus’ spine.

“No? Then what’s this?” Soren’s hand moved to the hem of Aidoneus’ shirt, tugging it up just enough to expose the pale skin of his chest. His nipples were peaked, flushed, and when Soren’s thumb flicked over one, Aidoneus jerked, a moan slipping past his lips before he could stop it.

*Damn it.* He was losing control, and he could feel it slipping away faster with every touch, every word. Soren knew it too; Aidoneus could see the smug satisfaction in his eyes, the way his lips curled into a smirk. 

“You’re a brat, Aidoneus,” Soren murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against the sensitive skin of Aidoneus’ neck. “But I know how to handle brats.”

Aidoneus’ mind was racing, but his body… his body was responding in ways he couldn’t deny. His nipples were throbbing, aching with need, and when Soren’s mouth descended on one, hot and wet, Aidoneus couldn’t stop the cry that escaped him.

__“Fuck!__” His head fell back against the wall, his hands finding their way into Soren’s hair and gripping tight. Soren’s tongue swirled around the bud, lathing it with attention, and Aidoneus could feel the pressure building, the *heat* spreading through him. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of it. Aidoneus wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to be *this*. But Soren… Soren had a way of unraveling him, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but this raw, untamed need.

“You taste so good, Aidoneus,” Soren murmured against his skin, his lips moving to the other nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, and Aidoneus gasped, his hips jerking forward, seeking friction that wasn’t there.

“Soren—I—” Aidoneus’ words were fragmented, his thoughts scattered as Soren continued his relentless assault. His mouth was hot, his tongue skillful, and when he sucked hard, Aidoneus felt it. A jolt of sensation, unfamiliar yet unmistakable, shot through him. His eyes flew open, wide with shock.

*No. No, no, no.* 

“What the—” Soren pulled back slightly, his brow furrowed. Aidoneus could see the confusion in his eyes, the way they flicked down to his chest. And then Soren’s lips curved into a grin, wicked and knowing.

“Well, well,” Soren said, his voice dripping with amusement. “What do we have here?”

Aidoneus felt it before he saw it. The warmth, the wetness. His nipple was leaking, a thin, milky stream trickling down his chest. His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his ears. *Impossible.* This wasn’t possible. He wasn’t… he couldn’t…

But Soren was already leaning in, his tongue darting out to catch the drops of milk. Aidoneus’ knees gave out, and he would have fallen if Soren hadn’t caught him, holding him up with an arm around his waist.

“You’re *full,* Aidoneus,” Soren said, his voice a mix of awe and hunger. His mouth returned to the leaking nipple, sucking gently, and Aidoneus’ mind went blank. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and relief that had him arching into Soren’s mouth.

“I—I don’t—why—” Aidoneus couldn’t form a sentence, couldn’t think past the overwhelming sensation of Soren drinking from him. It was too much. It was *everything*.

“Oh, Aidoneus,” Soren said, pulling back just long enough to speak, his lips glistening with milk. “You’re full, and you’re *mine.*”

The words sent a shiver through Aidoneus, and when Soren’s mouth returned to his chest, he didn’t fight it. He couldn’t. His hands tightened in Soren’s hair, his hips pressing forward as the pleasure built, wave after wave, until he was drowning in it.

And still, Soren drank, his hands roving over Aidoneus’ body, claiming every inch. Aidoneus could feel it, the *control* slipping away, the walls he’d built crumbling under the relentless onslaught. He was exposed, vulnerable, and it should have terrified him.

But it didn’t. 

Because Soren wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t letting go. And Aidoneus… Aidoneus wasn’t sure he wanted him to.

“Soren—please—” The words were a whisper, a plea, and Soren’s response was immediate. His hands moved to Aidoneus’ waist, fingers hooking into the waistband of his shorts.

“Please what, Aidoneus?” Soren’s voice was heavy with desire, his eyes dark and hungry. “Tell me what you need.”

Aidoneus hesitated, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He could feel the pressure building, the need threatening to consume him. 

And then he said it, the word he’d been fighting, the one he’d been too proud to admit. 

“__Everything.__”

This is a tale of control and deception, which tells the story of a bratty submissive male who begins to conform to his dominant partner request to build on their previous relationship, and sexual tensions build to unheard off heigh after a crowded night.  During the climax of the first chapter the bratty submissive discovers an unexpected physical response

to his own burgeoning intimacy with his partner and ultimate submission. Power dynamics in the relationship drench him into consuming pleasure. The narrative involves overstimulation-induced lactation and breastfeeding as foreplay, as the partner induced this finds the situation awaking something dark part of his soul.

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