I drifted awake after a short rest. Krycek was still awake, lying where I'd pulled him against me. I buried my nose in his hair and inhaled deeply. Trailing my fingers up his spine made him shiver against me. He moved invitingly.
I smiled. So, so very close. Willing, but not yet wanting. Anticipation gathered low in my groin. I pulled him fully on top of me, arranging his legs to fall on either side of mine and shifting him up so I could put my mouth to his neck. Holding him by the waist, I licked over his pulse point while he braced himself over me. Still soft for now, our genitals amicably shared the space between our groins, conforming to each other until arousal started to swell and harden us.
I stroked his ribs and bit gently at his soft throat while I sought his nipples to tug and pull. He shuddered and let his head hang next to mine. I licked his earlobe, sucking on it until his hips began to move in unconscious thrusts.
I moved one hand to cup the back of his head and pull him around to put what I wanted in reach as I licked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled all over his neck and face. My other hand drifted over the unscathed areas of his back. He arched into my touch, rubbing his body subtly against mine. I encouraged it until we were both hard and breathing heavy. Then I stopped.
Krycek made a questioning noise, but I just held him until the desperation eased to a tolerable level. I whispered in his ear, "Go to the foot of the bed and kneel forward."
His breath caught, unsure what to expect. He obeyed.
I stretched before I stood up and moved behind him. I put my left hand low on his back, just above his tailbone, and dropped to one knee beside him.
Teasing his hole with a fingertip, I said, "In a few minutes, we're going to go in the living room. In there, we're going to assemble the shelves and finish cleaning. You will remain naked, and we're going to play a game. I want at least part of your attention always on me." I fluttered the pad of my finger against the tight bud. "You can move as needed for organizing and cleaning, but whenever I'm in reach of you, I want you bent over the nearest furniture or in this position, so I... can do... this." Just enough lube remained inside his passage to ease the way as I screwed my finger into him, rubbing firmly across his prostate.
He jerked and pressed back.
"The better you behave, the more of that you'll get."
Krycek gasped as I did it again.
"And if you're very good," I said, "I'll let you come."
"Master," he breathed.
As a reward, I dragged across his prostate a third time before withdrawing.
"Stay," I ordered him. I stood and put on a pair of well worn, cut off, sweat pants, pressing my erection to the side just enough to fit under the waistband. The soft fleece rubbed pleasantly on my skin as I walked back over to the kneeling figure.
"Stand," I said.
He did so, turning to face me with hungry eyes. I kissed him, pulling our groins together. His lips were soft and moist. I smiled as I pulled away. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. I brushed my thumb over his lip and led him into the living room.
I sent Krycek into the kitchen with instructions to prepare a meal of finger foods. In the living room, I laid out the shelf parts and got the tools for assembly. Before long we were both finished with those preparations.
The chair and pillow were still where I had put them when I hand fed him before. He put both the plates he'd made ready next to the chair and went to get drinks.
"Master?" he said after a hesitation while he wondered what to call me and what to say.
"Lunch is ready." Would I feed him or let him feed himself? Should he kneel or sit? Should he call me Master, sir, or Mulder when we were acting sort of normal?
I grinned at the whirlwind of his thoughts and grabbed the lube from the end table as I approached him. Within reach of him, I slowly drizzled a thin trail of lube onto my middle finger, giving him a moment. Almost immediately, he remembered my instruction and stretched out his upper body on the table, bending his knees to lie flat. I nudged his feet apart, opening him to my satisfaction, and twisted my finger into his exposed hole. I probed, rubbing his inner walls and avoiding his prostate, until he shifted restlessly and made a small noise.
I pulled out. "Kneel on the pillow," I said, and I went to the kitchen to wash my hands.