Ashton did his best to be quick in taking care of Luke, and was ever so thankful when the blond fell asleep on the couch whilst some cartoon continued playing on the T.V.
Wrapped in blankets and cuddled with cushions, Luke was out like a light; pacifier in his mouth and mind completely at ease.
It had only been about twenty minutes until Ashton calmly returned to Michael, almost taken aback by the sight.
The man was curled on the floor, lips parted and glossed with saliva, body still tightly bound and eyes covered with pitch black fabric. With the way Michael seemed to enjoy squirming at the right angle, rubbing a leather strap over his dick and whimpering quietly, Ashton was fairly certain blindfolding him was one of his best ideas.
Michael didn't notice Ashton's presence until he flinched in surprise at the vibrator being pulled out and turned off before Ashton's hand touched his cheek.
"If only you could see yourself, baby. So filthy, covered in my cum like the toy you are."
His hand trailed down over Michael's side, caressing skin and grazing over leather. "I want to try something, is that okay?"
Michael whimpered with a nod but that wasn't good enough. Ashton needed a real answer.
"Words, slave." Ashton demanded.
"Yes Master." Michael whispered, barely clinging on to his own sanity. He had no idea how he'd lasted this long in his own head.
But Ashton did. All Michael needed was a little extra push.
"I'm going to gag you, is that alright? Not for very long... I just want to see how you look."
Michael was definitely too excited. "Yes-" he breathed "Yes Master, please. Please shut me up."
A part of Ashton felt love at how much Michael really trusted him. Slotting the gag in Michael's mouth and clasping it around his head, Ashton had taken away almost everything. His sight, his voice, his movement. Michael was utterly and completely at his mercy, and yet he was safe. He was so safe in Ashton's care.
"You almost make me feel bad about using you." Ashton casually hummed, a finger pushing against the gag as he watched Michael squirm. "Almost."
"I could leave you like this." Ashton let his hand ghost over Michael's dick. "But you're a good slut, aren't you? You'd lay there in your own filth for as long as I wanted."
"Would you beg for me?" Ashton wasn't expecting answers, lightly wrapping his fingers around Michael's cock. "Would you cry and sob until your master let you cum? Hm? Would you be so desperate as to fuck against the floor?"
Michael whined through the gag, saliva dribbling from his mouth as Ashton moved his hand up and down.
"If you were good, I'd let you ride my thigh." Ashton said, gently pushing Michael onto his back before lowering himself closer to the male's crotch.
"Let you rut against me, whining and begging."
"Or maybe... I'd fuck you." Ashton's breath was grazing the very tip of Michael by now. "Nice and hard against the wall."
Michael's entire body was shaking, trembling as Ashton came so close to wrapping his lips around the one part Michael desperately needed attention on. He shuddered, goosebumps riddling his skin as Ashton's tongue smoothed up along his shaft in a slow motion.
"Do you want me?" Ashton taunted, humming with amusement as Michael let out a low whine. "No?" Ashton's voice was quiet, a teasing whisper that caused Michael's dignity to disappear. "You don't need me, baby girl? Don't want me?"
Michael could've screamed, crying as Ashton's fingertips traced the underside of his cock; feeling every pulse and every twitch of the aching muscle.
"It's a shame I can't understand a thing you're saying, little one." Ashton continued tracing along Michael's dick. "You look so beautiful like this."
Michael choked, whining louder when Ashton's finger looped through the ring on his collar; a light tug giving all Michael needed to feel completely controlled.
A whimper got caught in his throat as he felt Ashton's body hover over his own, lips brushing over his ear with a taunting breath. "You're all mine now, kitten."
"All under my control." Ashton held himself up over Michael, knowing the male could feel how dangerously close he was. "You can't do anything. You can't fight back."
Michael swore he was a panting, dribbling mess; whimpering and squirming under Ashton's presence, pleading to be given his release because by fuck he couldn't do it on his own, not this far into his own headspace.
He'd be terrified if he were with anyone other than Ashton, absolutely terrified. Being this vulnerable could hurt him beyond physical aspects, and honestly? He was so glad Ashton knew exactly when to stop before even he himself realised he couldn't keep going.
"You're just so pretty." Ashton's breath could be felt trailing down Michael's body. "Such a good kitten for me."
Michael felt like he were floating, almost losing sight of the earth as Ashton's voice became the only thing he could recognise; the man's touch the only thing he could feel.
"Count to three and let go, baby girl." Ashton instructed, finally taking Michael's dick into his mouth and sucking.
Michael didn't disobey, his body jerking at the force his high pushed out of him; cumming down Ashton's throat in hot pulses as moans of "Master!" got lost against his gag.
Ashton pulled off, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth before stealing a brief moment to take in how gorgeous Michael looked; utterly fucked out and pliant. He knew that as soon as he took the blindfold off, Michael's eyes would be hazed and his baby girl would be begging for daddy's kisses.
And honestly? That sounded perfect to Ashton.
He peppered kisses across Michael's body, soft praises easing Michael further into the comfort of his mind as the leather binds were pulled off of his body. The gag came out, and then Ashton was gently lifting Michael up to sit on the edge of the bed; kissing his puffy lips with a gentle smile
"You did so well." He praised, unwrapping the fabric from around Michael's eyes.
Michael blinked a few times, confusion on his face as he tried to work out where he was, but then he was looking at Ashton and he felt safe in a foreign place.
"Daddy?" There was confusion still faded in his expression as he reached out to touch Ashton's face.
Ashton took his hand, kissing the back of his knuckles with a loving smile. "Hey baby girl."
A smile spread across Michel's expression and Ashton's heart ached with adoration.
"Hi." Michael was happy, there was a smile on his face even though he was lost in his head. He really loved Ashton, he really did.
"God, I love you." Ashton kissed him again, gentle and quick.
Michael giggled, squirming. "Daddy, tickles!"
"Does it tickle?" Ashton teased, pecking Michael's lips again and smiling at the giggle of delight that followed.
"You're so cute, Mikey. My little baby."
"Hugs?" Michael pouted, holding his arms out, and Ashton instantly wrapped him into a huge embrace.
"We gotta clean you all up now, sweetie." Ashton said, carefully pulling back. "Is that okay? Will you let me do that?"
Michael hesitated, unsure. "Scary?"
"Not at all, love. It's just a nice warm bath. I promise."
"Mm..." Michael was still unsure but nodded anyway, knowing he'd be safe with Ashton. "M'kay daddy, we go." He tried to get up, and Ashton was quick to grab him and stop the male.
"What're you doing there, baby?" Ashton gently eased Michael's pouting figure into his arms, holding him up.
Michael whined, nuzzling into the crook of Ashton's neck. "M'tired~"
"I know, sweetheart. Just stay awake a little longer for me, okay? I'll give you a treat if you do."
"A treat?" Michael perked up with a dazed smile.
"Yes, baby." Ashton couldn't help it, nuzzling their noses together as he carried Michael towards the bathroom he'd discovered on his small house tour earlier. "You're such a cutie."
Michael didn't seem to be very vocal, making small noises of affection as he clung to Ashton tightly; holding close in fear of being dropped.
Ashton set him down on the floor as he began filling up the bath with warm water, utterly glad that it were only him and Michael. No lying, overly proud, brunet acting like they cared.
"Daddy?" Michael spoke up again, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at the older man.
"Yes, kitten?" Ashton tested the water, making sure it wasn't too hot before turning the taps off.
Michael didn't say anything and Ashton frowned, kneeling down in front of the male and gently taking Michael's head into his hands. "Baby girl, can you hear me? I need you to nod if you hear me."
Michael nodded and Ashton let out a breath of relief before saying "I'm going to put you in the bath now, okay?"
"Careful." Michael wrapped his arms around Ashton's neck, staring down at the water as he was set into it as though the liquid was dangerous.
"There we go." Ashton eased Michael to sit up. "All safe."
Michael splashed a hand in the water, gasping as it flew up and fell back down; disappearing.
"Gone!"
Ashton could've cried, that was so adorable. "Yeah, it's gone!" He quietly exclaimed, rubbing soap onto a sponge. "Can you get it back?"
Michael scrunched his face up and smacked the surface of the water with a splash. Ashton couldn't help but laugh, holding his arms up to prevent getting hit in the face by warm water.
"Silly bean." He tapped Michael's nose, smiling when the green eyed male's response was to giggle. "You're such a silly little bean."
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"YOU'RE SO PRETTY!" That's what Ashton woke up to, a bouncing Luke standing on his bed with his phone in his hands; holding it out to Ashton.
"What?" Ashton groggily sat up, peering at the phone only to find himself on the screen. It was one of his suit photos, but it had been a blooper where he'd laughed at something Jordan had said; so of course it went into his new Instagram page he apparently had.
"So pretty!" Luke squealed, hugging the phone with a bright smile. "I love pretty daddy!"
Ashton gave a lazy smile, tired but so thankful to wake up to such love. "Pretty daddy loves you too, Lukey." He carefully sat up "but can you get down, love? I'm gonna get up now."
Luke beamed and hopped down from the large queen sized bed.
"Did you sleep well?" Last Ashton had been aware Luke was sleeping next to him after Ashton had carried him to bed.
Michael had fallen asleep in the spare room bed downstairs, which had been a blessing in a way because Ashton certainly didn't want Michael in little space trying to climb the stairs; he'd get awfully hurt.
But one day Ashton hoped Michael would let his boyfriends stay with him when he wasn't in his own head, it would give Ashton a deeper sense of security if he were honest. He'd be able to watch over Michael, care for him, hug him, but he'd wait. He respected the man's wishes, but he hoped it would change one day.
"I did!" Luke grinned, dressed in a pair of pale blue jeans and a matching blue shirt.
Ashton slid out of bed, smiling with a slight giggle as Luke grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the house.
"I wanna have cereal!" Luke declared. "Help me get the bowls out~!"
Ashton followed him through to the kitchen where three boxes of their own dishes, plates, utensils and cups were packed into.
"Alright love, you get the boxes open first and I'll go check on Michael." Ashton suggested, kissing Luke's cheek before stepping away and heading towards the spare room.
Opening the door, he was quiet so as not to scare Michael awake if he were still asleep. A smile swallowed his careful expression when he spotted Michael standing in front of the full length mirror imbedded into the large wardrobe.
He was still wearing the loose fitting black silk boxers Ashton had carefully put on him last night; hoping the material would be gentle on Michael's sore skin.
Michael turned around as soon as the door opened, a dopey smile on his face and a light haze over his eyes.
"Hey baby." Ashton returned his smile, adoring.
"Hey." Michael was clearly only just coming back to reality. He looked back at the mirror, eyes examining the way his body was bruised from the tight binds before he tilted his head to the side slightly; fingers gently smoothing over the hickies on his neck.
"You claimed me." He mumbled, entranced by how he looked. Calum had never let him bruise, but damn Ashton knew how to do things just right.
"Of course I did." Ashton walked over to him, a soft smile hiding the smirk he was withholding. "How else would people know you're mine?"
Michael turned around completely to face his partner. "Where did you put the collar?" He frowned. "I couldn't find it."
"You want it?" Ashton asked, getting a nod in return.
"I'd like to wear it."
"It's in our bedroom. I'll go get that and you can head to the kitchen, sound fair?" Ashton suggested, grinning when Michael agreed.
"Mikey!" Luke was quick to catch Michael's attention, bounding over to him as he stepped into the kitchen. He held his phone screen up and Michael stumbled back in surprise.
"Jesus! What the hell?!" Michael was fairly certain that was someone's dick.
"What's'it?" Luke frowned, tilting his head to the side, and Michael noticed the small pacifier hanging on its ring around Luke's middle finger.
He snatched Luke's phone, huffing when he saw it had come from Damien. Maybe the guy didn't quite get Ashton's message—
Ooh, maybe he didn't quite get Ashton's message...
"This is a bad thing." Michael said. "Okay? No more sending any photos to anyone other than Ashton and I."
"Aw." Luke pouted. "But I'm pretty."
"Very pretty." Ashton casually walked in, an almost invisible movement of his hands seamlessly clasping Michael's collar on before he wandered to the fridge, taking out the milk carton. "What're we talking about?"
"Damien didn't get the idea." Michael bit his bottom lip, trying desperately to hold back his smirk.
The milk carton was slammed on the counter and Luke squeaked in surprise, dropping his pacifier onto the table and ignoring it.
"Oh he hasn't?" Ashton was eerily calm, taking Luke's phone from Michael's hand.
Luke concentrated for a moment before grinning wickedly when his mind caught up to what Michael was doing.
He pulled a puppy face with an added pout. "No, daddy. He didn't."
"That's fine." Ashton passed the phone back, briefly amused by the confusion on his partners' faces before he said "We'll sort that out tonight."
"But for now." He clapped his hands together, "I want breakfast and I'm sure you guys do too."
"Waffles."
"Lukey, we had waffles yesterday." Michael pouted. "Why can't we have cereal?"
"But I like waffles!" Luke stomped his foot. "Cereal is boring." He harrumphed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No it's not." Michael huffed. "Waffles are boring."
Luke gasped, about ready to shoot back a response before he was cut off by a quick thinking Ashton.
"How about this-" Ashton intervened "-we make waffles and cereal?"
"Ew yucky." Luke scrunched his nose up. "Not together, ewie."
"Of course not together, silly." Ashton stifled a laugh. "Separately."
Luke grinned. "I don't wanna make mine. Make it for me?"
"Say please and I might." Ashton adamantly replied.
"Pretty pretty pretty please?" Luke fluttered his eyelashes for added effect.
"Only if you give me a kiss." Ashton teased.
Luke pecked his cheek and pouted. "Now will you make them?"
"Hmm, maybe. I'll consider it for a while."
"Ashy!" Luke whined, stomping his foot again. "No faaaiiirrr!"
"Oh, oh was that-? Was that whining I heard?" Ashton pretended to listen carefully, messing with Luke.
Luke gasped. "No!"
"Ah, it sounded like someone was whining." Ashton raised an eyebrow at Luke who shrieked.
"No daddy! No whining!" He panicked. "It was Mikey!"
Michael gawked at his blond boyfriend who hid behind him. "Hey! Way to throw me under the bus, Lu."
"Bus? Where?!"
Ashton laughed. "Alright alright. I'll make the waffles, but only 'cause you're so cute."
"Am I cute?" Michael joked.
"Absolute cutest." Ashton confirmed, bringing a blush of sheepish surprise to Michael's cheeks.
"You weren't supposed to say yes." Michael blurted.
"Why would I lie though?" Ashton nonchalantly began unpacking ingredients from the fridge to make what his boys had asked for.
"Because you love me?"
"It's because I love you that I tell the truth." Came Ashton's response.
Luke beamed, kissing Michael's cheek for almost no reason.
"You both embarrass me on purpose." Michael grumbled with an adorable pout.
"Love you~" Luke giggled, arms wrapping carefully but warmly around Michael's waist as he snuggled closer. "I love my leather daddy."