The sheet was being pulled down Cole's body, a soft slip of fabric over his sleep heavy form. He moved, voice cracking as he asked, "…eon?"

"Mmhm," Gideon rumbled, putting his hands on Cole's newly uncovered skin and sliding them down his sides to his hips.

Cole smacked his lips and willed his brain to boot up. Usually, he just got a kiss on the forehead or lips when Gideon was leaving for work, which didn't even wake him up most times. But this was a welcome divergence from that ritual.

"Wha…" the words caught in his throat as Gideon pressed two feather light kisses atop his eyelids.

"Open your eyes for me, baby," he said.

Cole squinted them open, only to go cross-eyed in order to see the object Gideon was holding up in front of him.

It was a plug. The largest, if Cole had to guess, from the black silicone vibrating set. It looked large and he knew from experience it felt even more massive inside of him. A bit of a challenge first thing in the morning, but he was sleepy, relaxed, and fucked open from last night.

"This okay?" Gideon asked.

He rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs open. Behind him Gideon chuckled but wasted no time in adjusting him how he wanted, tucking a pillow under his hips and whatnot. Then two lubed fingers pressed inside and Cole hummed happily.

Usually if Gideon wanted him prepped, he left a note for him to have the plug in when he got home, and it was up to Cole to sort that out. He didn't really like wearing them by himself all day anyway, so even if Gideon was plugging him up before going to work, he'd take it out when he got up and then put it back in later. Especially with this monster.

Gideon graduated from four fingers to pressing the tip of the flared base into Cole. He bit his lip when the widest part began to stretch him, then released a sigh when it slipped in and he closed snugly around the narrower neck. Narrower in relation, only. He clenched experimentally, sending sparks of arousal up his spine and blood surging into his hardening dick.

If Gideon’s desire for the illusion of plugging Cole up before work and then coming home to find exactly as he’d left him meant he got this kind of wake-up, he was not going to complain.

Then again, it did kind of suck for Gideon to turn him on and leave him like this.

Though that was part of his game.

"Are you hard?" Gideon asked, casually.

Cole peeked back over his shoulder to see him wiping lube off his fingers with a washcloth. He was still in nothing but boxers, strong body completely on display. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed minutely as he moved.

He glanced up when Cole didn't answer.

Feeling a bit petulant about Gideon having the nerve to wake him up, stuff him full, and use that tone to ask him if he was turned on by it, he huffed and buried his face in the pillow.

Of course, Gideon was not going to let that fly.

He smacked Cole's ass, not very gently.

The plug shifted inside of him as his body jolted, then tightened in surprise and reaction to the pain. He sucked in a breath, and then spat out, "fuck, yeah I'm hard."

Gideon smacked his other ass cheek, leaving a twin stinging heat on the skin. "No need to be rude, baby."

He hadn't had enough coffee yet for this. He considered pulling the plug out and chucking it at Gideon's head, but then rough hands soothed over his ass and he relaxed. Still, he pouted into the pillow, mumbling, "Can’t I be mad that you're turning me on, just to leave me and go to work?"

"You can be mad," Gideon said magnanimously. "You're so cute when you're mad."

Dangerous words after their drawn-out argument these past couple of days. But Cole didn't have any room to think about that because Gideon was tugging on the base of the plug and everything was eclipsed by that small ring of muscle opening around the widest part of the base. Cole squeezed his fingers into fists around the pillow and panted.

Then Gideon tapped the base and it sank back inside.

Along with the sigh of release that rushed out of Cole, he blurted, "Don't go to work."

Then he froze. He didn't ever ask Gideon not to go to work, because he didn't want to face the inevitable 'no' or cause any conflict or extra frustration for Gideon. But he was sad they hadn't gotten to spend all day yesterday together. They didn't spend as much time together as he wanted ever really. And he was horny and wanted Gideon never to stop touching him.

"Making demands, are we?"

"I want you to stay home," Cole tried.

In that same casual, devil-may-care tone, Gideon said, "Okay baby, I hear you."

Cole started to turn over in surprise, but Gideon put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, "But if you want me to stay home and play with you, you have to be good for me all day."

Oof, they didn't often have the time to sink into their power dynamic for more than a couple of hours. But those few times had left Cole exhausted and sated unlike anything else. He kept his head buried in the pillow and nodded, anticipation worming around in his belly.

"What do you say if you want a break or need to stop?" Gideon asked.

"Pause," he mumbled.

"Alright, let me get you settled and I have to go take care of some things, then we can spend the day together."

Getting him settled had nothing to do with settling him down, Cole soon learned. He should have known really. Gideon tugged his legs wide and secured them to the bottom corners of the bed with his comfy leather cuffs. He cuffed Cole's wrists to the headboard above his head. He blindfolded him. And he wrapped two cock rings around his balls and his dick, after adjusting it to lay down between his legs instead of up between his belly and the pillow under his hips. He clicked the vibrating plug onto a medium pulse setting, reminded him he could holler if he needed anything, and then went into the bathroom.

Cole sighed.

He couldn't even hump the pillow like this.

And he was so, so turned on.

But he knew from experience that the quicker he sank into subspace while left trussed up and vibrating like this, the more manageable his arousal would be to endure. At least, before the first orgasm. After that, there was no such thing as low-grade arousal, just desperation.

As he listened to the comfortable sounds of Gideon brushing his teeth, he began to drift, accepting the comfort of giving up his agency in a controlled, safe situation. This was what Gideon meant by settling him. Probably. He always seemed to know best even when Cole second-guessed him.

Gideon checked on him once more before going downstairs.

Cole could have an orgasm like this. If he rolled his hips around, this plug was large enough to give his rim the stretch and his prostate the stimulation they needed to get him off, regardless of the state his cock was in. It would be a dry orgasm, but it would feel good, nonetheless. Gideon would never even know. But it would make everything even more unbearably arousing and wouldn't honestly be worth it.

So, he lay still and waited.

The scent of coffee heralded Gideon's return. A moment later, the mattress dipped.

"I'm going to turn you over baby," Gideon warned quietly before releasing his limbs, keeping the cuffs wrapped securely around his wrists and ankles. "Keep the plug inside, okay?"

Cole concentrated on that and let Gideon do most of the work situating him upright against the pillows at the head of the bed. Now that he was sitting on top of the plug, it felt even bigger and more urgent within him. He panted a bit, trying to get used to the sensation, cock pulsing against his thigh in time with his heartbeat. The vibrations stopped, which made it a little easier to handle.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off. Keep your eyes closed." The stretchy band pulled away from Cole's head and the silk padding over his eyes slipped off. "When I count to three, open them, okay? One…two…three…"

Cole squinted his eyes open to see Gideon offering him a latte. It clearly had not been made by Andre, the foam unadorned, which was something of a relief, considering the state he was in. Not that Andre would know anything besides the fact that he was having breakfast in bed, but still…

"Drink this," Gideon handed the cup to him.

"I love you," Cole sighed, lifting it to inhale the rich aroma before taking a sip.

"Eat this," Gideon held a strawberry slice to his lips. Then another, then bits of a croissant, then more berries. All Cole had to do was munch and sip his latte. When they were all finished, Gideon asked if he needed to use the restroom before they got started for real and Cole took him up on that. When he came back, Gideon was sitting on the bed, still just in his boxers, phone screen lighting up his face.

He set his phone aside and patted the bed. Walking with a plug this size in his ass was an experience. Being able to sit down on it was a relief after having it shift around with every step. Almost immediately, Gideon slid the blindfold back on.

"Would you like to tell me the things you want today?" he asked as he adjusted the strap behind Cole's ears.

"Mmm…" Cole shook his head once Gideon's hands left. "No. I just want you to do what you want. I want to know that I'm being good for you and that you'll take care of everything."

Just their standard play. A return to normal for them after a chaotic couple of days.

"You're always my good boy," Gideon nipped his ear, then kissed the underside of his jaw. "Whatever I want? What if I wanted to spank you a little?"

Cole's heart thudded loudly in his chest. "Whatever you want."

Gideon's weight left the mattress beside him. "Stand up then."

Before he even straightened all the way, Gideon swept him off his feet, one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. He began walking, not far enough to leave the bedroom, Cole didn't think, but with the blindfold on, he couldn't really tell. When his feet touched the ground again, it was over smooth, cool hardwood, which also didn't tell him much. But based on the acoustics…

He stopped himself.

Gideon put the blindfold and carried him, which meant he didn't want him oriented to his surroundings. So, he stood still and waited, sinking into the darkness behind his eyelids, concentrating on the fullness between his legs. A soft touch to his abdomen made the muscles clench, but he didn't flinch.

"You've been hard this whole time," Gideon murmured. "Looks almost like it hurts."

He pumped Cole's cock, which nearly made Cole's knees buckle. But he only did it once before letting go.

"Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue."

Something pinched the tip of his tongue. It compressed the muscle, a little rough in texture, and he could feel the square shape of it against his lower lip as it wavered with his tongue’s movement. A clothespin.

"That comes off and you're in trouble, okay? I'll add more spanks."

He didn't tell Cole how many he was going to begin with.

One hand on Cole's chest and another on his hip guided him forward until his legs met an object, then bent him forward over it. The back of a couch. So, they were still in the bedroom. His hands were cuffed behind his back and then Gideon was touching his thighs and ass, rubbing his hands over them, squeezing, parting his legs exactly how he wanted them.