The perfect match

“You really are a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” Charles asked Penelope, seeing she used the hotel’s welcome map as a drawing board.
“Yes” she said with a big smile, not really understanding and made Max laugh out loudly.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Max said, picking her up.
“Bye bye Charlie.” P said from her dad’s arms, waving wildly with one arm.
“Goodnight, P.” Charles said with a smile. He cleaned up the mess they made while playing while Max brought P to bed, coming out of the second bedroom of the suite, carrying the babyphone.
“She was out almost immediately.” Max laughed a little. “Did you clean?” he then asked.
“I put away the stuff we played with. I don’t think anyone can clean that hotel map, though.” Charles said, slinging his arms around Max’s neck.
“Thank you.” Max said, kissing him. He let his lips wander down Charles’ neck, nipping at the skin.
“We really have a very sexualized relationship.” Charles moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” Max asked, pulling his head back.
“Don’t you dare!” Charles said, pressing his lips on Max’s. He felt himself get lifted up by his thighs a minute later, Max carrying him to the bedroom, locking the door behind them. He pulled the duvet off the bed, laying Charles down before pulling his shirt off, Charles taking off his own shirt and opening his belt, Max taking over and pulling down his pants, throwing them somewhere. While Charles sat up and started opening Max’s belt, pushing his pants down as well. Max leaned down after stripping off his pants, kissing Charles deeply while kneeling on the bed, making Charles lay down backwards. “Wait” Charles said, pulling his mouth from Max’s “Take me from behind.” He added and pushed a surprised Max back. Max stepped back off the bed and watched Charles turn onto his hands and knees, shuffling back on the bed so his knees were just a couple centimetres on the mattress. Max let out a deep and primal growl, seeing Charles hole dripping with slick. He stepped in between Charles spread legs and leaned over his body, kissing his neck. He placed his arm in front of Charles’ shoulder.
“This is going to be rough.” Max growled.
“I know.” Charles breathed out, his scent of strawberry overwhelming. Max took his shaft in his hand, lined it up and immediately pushed in all the way. Charles started to scream, but Max clamped his hand over his mouth.
“P is in the next room.” He said after burying himself completely into Charles, who whimpered against Max’s hand. Max kept still for a moment, but started feeling Charles try and move against him, trying to create some friction. “Really?” Max asked tauntingly “First you ask for being manhandled and now you want to set the pace? I don’t think so.” Max groaned into Charles ear, who still tried to move underneath him while mewling against Max’s hand over his mouth. “Charlie, stop moving.” Max said growling and Charles, under the influence of the alpha growl, stopped. “Good boy.” Max said, kissing Charles head. He pulled himself up and stood still for a bit, watching Charles in front of him while gliding one of his hands to his hips, while the other stayed on his shoulder, giving Max control over Charles body. “Count” he said, then started pulling his hips back, sliding out of Charles until only his tip was still inside, waiting a second before slamming back in, keeping a hard and fast rhythm, holding Charles in place.
“Hundred” Charles barely was able to keep count and Max stopped, letting him whine, which earned him a slap on his right buttock. Charles moaned. Max was startled for a moment, then sharply slapped his left buttock, getting another moan.
“Our dirty little Charlie really loves to get manhandled.” Max said, softly stroking the spot he had slapped. “Keep counting” he added, then started another round of hard, fast thrusts.
“Hundred” Charles moaned and Max pulled out, taking the step to the nightstand. He opened the plastic bottle of water the hotel provided there, taking a sip before stepping up to a confused Charles.
“Here” he held the bottle to his lips, letting him take a couple of sips. “You ready for more counting?” Max asked and Charles nodded shakingly, Max entering him a second later, picking up the same intense rhythm as before. Charles lost count around half way through, turning into a whimpering mess, barely holding himself up, spasms starting to take over his body.
Max slowed his thrusts a little, keeping Charles in this spot, just on the brink to his orgasm. He watched the omega in front of him, his convulsing body and puckering hole, the hips in his hands, holding him up in a tight grip while Charles arms started to give up and his upper body started to sink on the mattress. He kept his rhythm until he saw Charles head turned sideways, laying his arms and shoulders on the bed. He sped up, pushing Charles through his orgasm before having his own, filling Charles with his seed. He held still for a bit before moving out of Charles and carefully laid his hips on the bed, turning Charles on his side in the process. He pulled him further to the middle of the bed, pulling his shaking body into his arms and spreading soft kisses over his face.

“My God.” Charles said when he was able to talk again.
“There you are.” Max said, smiling and kissing his forehead.
“That was amazing.”
“So you liked it?”
“It was different, but yes, I did.”
“You wanted to be taken from behind.” Max half said half asked.
“That’s not what … I did, yes, but … I mean I did it from behind before, but it was never like this, not at all like this.” Charles said and Max’s smile dropped a bit.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m not really sure how else to say it. I … it was the same, but in a different position? It wasn’t THIS.” Charles tried to explain.
“Charles, did you google the phrase take me from behind?” Max asked, now a bit unsure.
“No, why? It’s a simple thing to ask for, isn’t it?” Charles said and Max pulled back, sitting up and rubbing his face with his hands. “What’s wrong?”
“Look it up.” Max said silently, handing Charles his phone from the night stand. “Thank God I didn’t do more.” Max mumbled and went into the bathroom.
Charles looked after him a little worried and started searching.
‘Take me from behind is a term generally used as an invitation or a form of agreement by an omega to suggest or agree to BDSM activities while having intercourse. It gives their dominating partner, mostly an alpha, the permission to use their body and set the pace of the following intercourse as the dominating partner pleases. After using the term, the omega automatically participates as the submissive partner, even if the other partner is also an omega or if multiple omegas are involved. The submissive partner has the choice to stop activities at any time. Being the submissive partner does not mean you lose control of the situation.’

Charles let it sink in for a moment. He had suggested BDSM to Max without even knowing it. But Max had known what the term meant and thought he asked for domination. So, this ‘count’ thing wasn’t just something he came up with in the moment. It was part of a fantasy Max had. Max has experience with BDSM. Charles then realized, a little shocked. Max stepped back out of the bathroom and Charles looked at him, letting the phone sink to the mattress.
“You can ask anything you want.” Max said, his voice a little rough.
“Why … Why didn’t you tell me? That you’re into BDSM?”
“It’s not really an everyday conversation. The only persons except me that know are Christian and Lando. And Kelly did, of course. A lot of people think you’re some kind of crazy if you’re into that.”
“Do you … did you do BDSM things with a lot of people?”
“No, I don’t think so. I like it … harder, most of the time. I did more with Kelly and another man before her.” Max said.
“Okay … how did you know you’re into it?”
“Dreams, fantasy, my thoughts during wanking. It took me a long time until I even admitted to myself that this could be more than just a fantasy in my head. That that could be something that I like to do in real life as well.”
“Mhm” Charles nodded “If you’re into BDSM and I … gave the permission to go there … why did you stop with this? I mean … wouldn’t there be more things happening in BDSM?” he asked unsurely.
“On a weekend off I wouldn’t have stopped there. We have a race tomorrow, I can’t do a full session with you tonight.”
“What do you like? Aren’t there ... different things you can be into and stuff? I’m sorry, I only saw it on tv, I never really talked about it.”
“Are you sure you want me to tell you that?”
“Yes, why?”
“Because it could be part of our relationship from now on. If you don’t want to participate, that is absolutely fine, but it will always be in the back of your mind … that I like those things.”
“I want to know.” Charles said firmly.
“I’m the dominant one. I like to tie my partner up, take them hard, I like orgasm control, spanking, mostly the butt, I don’t like to slap in the face. I like noise control and I like to make my omega beg. Actually no, I like to … make it last that long that my partner starts to beg me. I also like to use some toys sometimes, dildos mostly, a whip, blindfolds, I use belts or fabric to tie up. I'm not ... dominating in the rest of life, just ... just in bed. BDSM is not a full lifestyle or something for me, it is ... just what I like to do in bed. I also like to … sometimes … prep my partner with a vibrator before we are going out.”
“Wait, you would prep me with a vibrator and then what? Leave?” Charles asked confused.
“No, I mean … I would prep you with the vibrator and then we would go to I don’t know … a restaurant, to the store, an award show, somewhere. It would be a remote controlled vibrator and if I want to … I would turn it on.” Max explained.
“While putting cheese in your cart or ordering shrimp cocktail?”
“For example.”
“Aha.” Charles nodded “I don’t know if I would like that.”
“You can say no to anything and everything.”
“I never tried any of those things. I seemed to like the spanking though … and I can’t deny loving the sex and the counting thing.”
“We have to have a real and honest talk about this anyway before we try something into that direction.” Max said, climbing on the bed and hugging Charles. “Thank you for listening to me and being open to it.”
“Of course.”
“No, not really. I was really scared you’d have run away.”
“I won’t just run like that.” Charles said and kissed Max’s chest.