A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 03

This scene is just the aftercare for the previous two installments~ Enjoy

🢖 AFTERCARE

M I C A H

Micah woke up when Caelan laid him down on the bathroom counter, the cold granite making him shiver. He was still buzzing, floating, his body melting down onto the counter without much of a thought as he heard the sound of the shower turning on. Micah tried to pull his eyes open, his hand twitching in an attempt to reach out to him, though he was rustling around more than likely with his back turned.

"Mmm, be still Baby Boy," Caelan called, his voice soft and warm as he turned around to face him. He closed the distance between them, reaching his hand out to rest it on Micah's bicep gently. "I'm still here, precious, you're okay." Micah moaned in response, his eyes managing to flutter open for a moment to look up at Caelan, though his vision was sleep-blurred and hard to see through. It made all of the efforts he'd gone through to open them feel a little worthless in hindsight, especially as they fluttered shut again a mere half second later.

"'M meshy," Micah mumbled, his words slurred together slightly. Caelan let out an affectionate chuckle, the backs of his fingers coming up to rub Micah's cheek gently. Micah let out a whimper, pushing his face into Caelan's touch thoughtlessly.

"Yes, you are," Cealan murmured softly as he pulled his hand away from his face, going instead to lift him up so that he was sitting, his warm hand grasping the back of his head in it to hold him upright as he began working his fishnet body suit off of him. Micah tried to help, but he was all but useless, his limbs trying to help--sometimes when he wanted, other times to the detriment of the process.

Micah was so empty and thoughtless that it was too hard not to try to help, his brain still hadn't rebooted yet and he was running on at best, exhausted enthusiasm and the little bit of leftover energy that buzzed through his body like electricity. He didn't really have the ability at the moment to think about not moving and just letting Caelan do it. Not if Caelan didn't instruct him to, at least.

"Mm good boy," Caelan murmured softly as he lifted Micah's ass up off of the counter, pulling the ruined bodysuit over the swell of his ass, then down his legs. Micah let out a soft giggle as Caelan's fingertips brushed the bottom of his foot. He hadn't even realized his shoes were off. Had he managed to keep them on the whole time? He genuinely couldn't remember.

"Such a messy little thing, Baby, look so pretty like this," Caelan praised him as he lifted him up off of the counter, his arm sliding beneath Micah's ass as he lifted him up off of the counter. Micah let out a whimper as he nuzzled into Caelan's neck, content to cuddle with him and let the world fade away from him. Micah tensed slightly as he felt water splashing against his skin, his eyes squeezing together as he nuzzled closer to Caelan's neck.

"Nush," Micah murmured, biting Caelan's neck in protest as he tried to pull him away. Caelan let out an affectionate chuckle, his hand coming to run along the curve of Micah's spine gently, hands warm enough to make him melt.

"I know Baby, you wanna cuddle. Master has to clean you first, then I'll cuddle with you. Can you behave yourself long enough for me to get you clean, sweet stuff?" Micah let out a huff in protest, his arms coming up to wrap around Caelan's neck. He didn't want to let go of Caelan, he was so warm and comfortable, and Caelan was being so mean.

Okay, maybe he was dramatic, but he wanted his cuddles now! Not ten years from now! Micah sank his teeth down into Caelan's neck again as a protest to being bothered again. Caelan let out another chuckle, his hand coming up to grasp the back of Micah's head, pulling him back away from his neck without even flinching as Micah bit down harder in an attempt to stay where he was.

"Hazel," Caelan murmured, his fingers rubbing circles on the back of his head. Micah whined and shook his head, trying to lean closer to him.

"'M not Hazel, 'm Micah," Micah slurred out, "You know th-that," Micah finished shakily, sticking his tongue out. Caelan raised his eyebrow, reaching his other hand out, grasping Micah's tongue between his fingers. Micah let out another huff and lowered his eyes respectfully, unable to help himself as Caelan gave him a look that told him pretty clearly to behave.

"I do, Micah," Caelan answered him in a soft voice, lulling him somewhat to complaisance as he rubbed circles into his scalp. Micah couldn't help shivering a little as his real name left Caelan's mouth. The way his voice caressed it made Micah's insides heat up. "Do you want me to call you that instead right now, Pretty baby?" Micah nodded, trying to push closer to him again.

"Micah, be still," Caelan instructed, firmly but softly, "Let me take care of you, sweetheart." Micah whimpered, pouting a bit as Caelan released his tongue and sat him down on his feet. Micah's knees shook, his heart stalling in his chest for a moment as he thought he might stumble, but before the fear could really take root, Caelan steadied him with a firm grip around his waist. "You're safe, sweet boy, it's okay," Micah moaned, finally letting himself be maneuvered around without resisting.

Caelan was sweet with it, his hands as smooth as satin as he lathered Micah's skin up with soap, fingers pressing in just deep enough for him to feel breathless. He murmured soft, comforting words into Micah's ear, praises for being good, little kisses pressed to his shoulders and ears and head whenever Micah leaned into him. Micah just sank into it, letting Caelan clean his back and legs without complaint, tipping his head back when Caelan was ready to wash his hair.

As resistant as he'd been, he couldn't help but fall back against Caelan's chest as his hands ran along his stomach and then up to his chest, soapy fingers running along his pebbled nipples. Micah let out a whimper, his head lulling to the side as he melted more into Caelan's chest, his body limp and nimble in Caelan's grasp. He was still floating, still soaring. He was way too foggy and out of it, this wasn't entirely normal for him, but this was a big scene and he'd taken it to completion.

His body ached, he was sure there'd be bruises left from this experience, and he couldn't help but feel giddy. He loved being bruised and marked, he loved struggling to hide them, failing, and then stumbling his way through an explanation--he fucking thrived on the caught-out embarrassment of it when he failed.

"Being so good for me," Caelan praised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his ear. Micah let out a little giggle, humming quietly as he relaxed into Caelan more somehow. He felt so good right now, his brain felt like it had been soaked in a muscle relaxer. He was so calm and relaxed, and Caelan's honeyed words were only adding to his desire to sink into the warmth and let the world around him fade away.

"Mmm," Micah moaned in response as Caelan's hands moved down, running along the swell of his hips and then lower, his fingers on one hand wrapping around Micah's cock while the other slid down further and cupped his balls. Caelan was gentle and careful, his hands lathering the soap all over them. Micah couldn't help the brief bout of dizziness that washed over him, the overstimulation enough to have him wanting to whine, but the pleasure making him somewhat restless.

When Caelan's hands moved lower, he began to run them along Micah's upper thighs, sliding close to his inner thigh before pulling back and repeating. The soap made his hands move along Micah's skin so smoothly that Micah probably could've fallen asleep to it, truth be told. He couldn't help wanting to beg him to grip harder, to feel those soapy fingers bite down into the skin of his thighs. He wanted Caelan's marks on his skin--more than he already had, he meant.

Caelan had probably left quite a few marks in reality, but with the combined marks of everyone else, Micah would be hard-pressed to definitively know whose mark was whose. He wanted to know Caelan's mark was there, to know he was marked and claimed intentionally by Caelan, without lust clogging his judgment. The deepest part of his mind wandered to the thought of Caelan's collar around his throat.

While he'd specified Caelan's collar, he just wanted one--but he didn't want to buy it himself. Part of it for him was being claimed, not being allowed to take it off, the sign of ownership. His buying it himself totally takes that out of the equation, as it's no longer a sign of ownership if he puts it on himself. That wasn't enough. He needed the ownership that went with it. Micah let out a whimper, his eyes fluttering open to look at the deep burgundy and black marble in front of him, somewhat confused.

Micah hummed, his hand reaching out mindlessly to run his fingers along the surface of it, somewhat fascinated with the way the black and burgundy contrasted. He was too out of it to remember what it was called, but the way the cells formed with the two colors combined created a somewhat beautiful and entrancing thing to marvel at as he floated aimlessly. After a moment of his fingers roaming along the surface of the wall, his eyes slid slowly over to the door of the shower, his eyes widening a little. It was the same, but wasn't, in the same breath.

It was the same pattern as the wall, though the door was clear even so, the colors much more of a hint than the main feature. The main feature had to be the burgundy-colored light that went through the clear glass of the door, the faint coloring of the glass casting slight shadows through it. The door handle was golden, it pulled open and was currently opened. Micah glanced up and looked over to see the second shower head hanging from overhead, turned off.

"Good boy, so good," Caelan praised, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "Are you awake, sweet boy?" Micah made a noise in response, his eyes moving to look up at Caelan from over his shoulder, his head turning to accomplish it entirely.

"Mm-hmm," Micah hummed, blinking a couple of times as he forced his eyes to focus in on Caelan's face. His deep brown hair was long, pushed over to one side, beads of water clinging to way too long lashes that framed his deep green eyes. Water droplets ran down his forehead, his cheeks, his chiseled jawline, and toward his chin where it dripped off and down. Micah was a little breathless, still floating and thoughtless, and somewhat weak.

"Hot," Micah sighed, somewhat mindlessly, too out of it to be embarrassed about his outburst.

"Is that so?" Caelan teased, his hand reaching up to tip Micah's head back, his lips dipping dangerously close to Micah's. Micah's breath caught in his chest and he peeked up at Caelan through his lashes, everything within him clenching in anticipation for the meeting of their lips. "You look quite beautiful like this, Darling," Caelan murmured, letting their lips press together, his tongue dipping into Micah's mouth deeply.

Micah let out a muffled moan into the kiss, letting Caelan's tongue lead his as he sank forward into his chest, his hands squished between their bodies as Caelan held him close. Micah melted against Caelan's body, letting himself be squished against Caelan's chest as he focused on the feeling of his weakness in comparison to Caelan. He was trapped there, held in place in a way that made him want to never leave Caelan's arms.

"Mm..." Micah moaned into the kiss, his body pressing into Caelan's as much as he could manage, his breath catching in his throat as Caelan broke the kiss. "Master," Micah whimpered, his hazed brain seeming to haze over more somehow, his hands trying to grasp onto Caelan somewhat desperately to no avail. He was too physically weak, his muscles were shaking from overuse, or maybe just the sheer pressure he'd put on them during the scene. He couldn't be sure... But, he knew for certain that the feeling of Caelan's body against his was making it worse.

He let out a whine, his head lulling back so he could look all the way up at Caelan, watching the hair fall into his eyes as Caelan shook his head, a smirk teasing the corners of his lips.

"What's the matter, hmm? Am I not cleaning you fast enough?" Caelan teased, making Micah huff in agreement. Caelan chuckled and shook his head. "The water is nice and warm, isn't it?" Micah couldn't deny that, Caelan was right. It was so warm as it cascaded over his aching muscles that it somewhat made his skin feel numb. "Makes your muscles relax, Baby," Caelan purred into his ear.

Micah whined, nodding his head because he had no rebuttal. He couldn't argue, not and have a valid point at least, and arguing for no reason was pointless. He just wanted Caelan to fucking cuddle him. Micah let out a grumpy huff, pushing forward into Caelan's chest and wrapping his arms around his waist, clinging onto him stubbornly. If he was gonna make him stand here, Micah was gonna make him deal with his insistent cuddles.

Caelan let out a grunt as Micah squeezed his arms around his waist, pressing his face into Caelan's chest as he let himself focus on the closeness rather than the water as it tried to distract him. He wasn't ready for the haze to disappear, all he wanted was to melt into it more and let it encompass his entire being.

"Someone is feeling affectionate," Caelan murmured, wrapping his arms around Micah's lower back, holding him rather gently. It was enough to make Micah whimper, his face pressing deeper into Caelan's chest.

"'M tired," Micah whined, his voice muffled. Caelan let out a hum, nodding his head.

"I know pretty boy," Caelan purred, "But you're being so good," Micah answered his praise with a moan and nodded his head.

"H-How much longer?" Micah managed, and Caelan hummed quietly.

"I have to make sure I get all of the cum out of you or you'll feel very unwell in the morning," Caelan said, making Micah let out a pitiful whine.

"You mean...?" Micah asked, trailing off before he finished his own sentence. He was too embarrassed to even begin to vocalize what he was picturing in his head. Caelan wasn't gonna clean him. He couldn't mean that. Right? Right. Micah didn't think so at least.

"I do in fact," Caelan answered, making Micah shake his head. "Well, you're in no condition to do it, so I have to," Micah let out a whimper, shaking his head again.

"Uh-huh," Micah said, half insisting. Caelan met his eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Micah, I had my cock in your arse forty-five minutes ago..." Caelan pointed out, making Micah frown. "It's okay, love," Caelan murmured, "Let Master take care of you," Micah let out an annoyed whine, not really having a rebuttal or anything. Caelan had a point, he didn't even know why this felt embarrassing when Caelan had literally watched all of it go inside of him.

"B-But," Micah wavered a little, not really sure how to respond. Every ounce of his being wanted to fall into Caelan's commanding tone and let him do what he wanted, but the one brain cell that hadn't been fucked out of his head tonight was protesting. It was making his brain try to restart, turn on, and start working again. Micah didn't want that. Micah wanted to revel in the emptiness.

"No buts, Micah," Caelan said firmly, and though Micah had been firmly told things many times before, he'd never had a reaction to it. Not like this, where his entire body tightened just from the words leaving Caelan's mouth. Maybe it was the direct usage of his name, Micah didn't know.

"O-Okay," Micah relented, flushing as Caelan stepped forward and led Micah down so he was squatting before kneeling in front of him, putting his hand on his hip to steady him. "Ughh," Micah groaned quietly, his throat scratching enough to make him squeak a bit.

"Good boy," Caelan murmured, leading Micah's arm up to wrap around his broad shoulders. "Go ahead and hold on, beautiful," Caelan urged, making Micah huff as he wrapped his arm around Caelan, holding himself as still as he could manage with the trembling of his thighs. Caelan, undeterred and unashamed, wrapped one arm around Micah's back to hold him still and steady so he wouldn't strain anything. Micah whined a little as Caelan's other hand came up to run along his hole, expertly managing to part his ass cheeks with one hand.

Micah couldn't help the whine of embarrassment that left him as he clenched his hole tighter in an attempt to keep the cum inside of him. He was so open, it didn't really work, but it was a valiant effort if nothing else.

"Come on baby boy, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Caelan coaxed gently, "Just let it all out," Micah whined again, bringing his other hand up to cover his face. He'd be forever grateful for the grip holding him in place because he absolutely would've crashed down on his ass from the wave of embarrassment that washed over him as he unclenched.

He let out a soft noise as he felt the cum pouring out of his hole freely, an embarrassing noise following a glob of it that came out and hit the floor. Micah whined, somewhat mortified, his hand falling from his face as he gave up trying to hide his face and just buried it in Caelan's neck instead.

"Shh, it's okay," Caelan cooed into his ear, leaning down to nuzzle into his neck comfortingly. Micah was still pretty mortified, but it was insanely difficult to focus on that when Caelan was so close to him. It made his foggy head feel flustered, his heart race and his breath catch. His touch was intoxicating as deep in subspace as he was, and his soft words just soaked into him like he were a dry sponge introduced to water.

"'S okay," Micah slurred in response, his eyes pulling open to watch as stray water droplets ran down Caelan's pecs, somewhat mesmerized with the way the water ran along his skin. He wanted to lean down and lick it--an admittedly new urge for Micah, but he was too far out of it for anything to really register.

"Good boy, just like that," Caelan murmured, the hand on Micah's lower back beginning to rub soothing circles on his spine. "Being so good for me, hm?" Micah moaned, nodding his head as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along a droplet of water that ran just close enough to his face for him not to be able to contain the urge. Caelan let out a little chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to Micah's head, just above his ear.

Micah let out a whine, his head tilting to one side as Caelan slipped a finger inside of him, cooing quietly at him as he worked his fingers inside of him. Micah couldn't help feeling embarrassed, even with Caelan's comforting murmurs in his ear, but god did it make his head fog over even more than it really had a right to. Figuring what the hell, shame was pointless at this stage in the game, he melted down into Caelan's warmth and let his soft words carry him away.

He was just so... floaty and everything felt pleasant and Caelan keeping him there had him giddy and excited. He loved the aftereffects of scenes, the way it made him feel so loose and pliant, agreeable. He loved to feel like this, to feel small and voiceless. Maybe it was his privilege talking, but Micah's words held more merit than they really should anyway... he always had to watch himself and every opinion he voiced--this, though... was relaxing. His mind felt as if it'd been dipped in a high-quality anesthetic, every muscle in his body lax and untensed.

"Good boy, all clean now," Caelan murmured softly as he pulled his fingers out of Micah's hole, nuzzling into his ear. "One more rinse off and we'll go to bed and I'll give you food and a drink, okay, Micah?" Micah nodded mutely into Caelan's neck, allowing himself to be pulled away from his neck without protest this time, even tipping his head back to make things easier for Caelan as he made sure he was clean.

The water was so warm as it cascaded over his skin that it made him feel numb--literally, but it soothed the ache of his muscles in a way that had him too content to complain. It didn't last long enough to complain, really, because just as promised after one more rinse, Caelan was turning off the water and pulling Micah out of the shower.