A gay story: The Sound of Music Warnings: Cockwarming, Daddy Dom(no age play), Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Soft Dom, Sex On a Piano, Overstimulation, Subspace, Praise Kink, Edging, Butt-plugs, Begging, Biting and biting.
Please note that all characters are 18+ in this story, and there is absolutely no age play present.
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мσи ѕσℓєιℓ єт мєѕ éтσιℓєѕ – My sun and stars
C A M E R O N
Cameron was roused from his sleep by the soft and distant sound of piano music flowing through the room. He groaned softly and rolled over, his hand blindly reaching out for William with the intent of ignoring it, only to be pushed further from his slumber when his hand hit the cool sheets beside him. He sat up with a sigh and rubbed at his eyes, sleep clinging to his senses as he blinked around the room. Cameron glanced down at himself and blushed a little, his heart speeding up. He was wearing just one of William’s dress shirts, the one William had been wearing before they’d had sleepy sex when William had returned home from work.
Cameron vaguely recalled telling William he should take his stress out on him, and William had proceeded to do what seemed like the opposite. Soft rocks of the hips and gentle murmurs in his ear–he’d long since stopped questioning William’s tactics of relaxation, though. When he wanted to relax, he wanted William to rail him until he couldn’t think properly. But, William was remarkably gentle in most ways, and that included his domination. William was in complete control of him always, but he handled him so softly when they weren’t actively doing a scene. His domination was completely different from the domination he’d been expecting, but honestly… he loved it. He loved the way William put him first and praised him, the way his grip was always just tight enough that he knew the meaning behind it. He loved the warmth, the way William was always so caring and thoughtful of him. He often came bucket-loads of times more than William, just because the man dedicated time to slowly but surely work him into a frenzy of overstimulated euphoric ramblings. By the end of it, he was usually full of cum, deliciously full with a toy stuffed inside of him.
Shifting around on the bed brought his attention to the plug inside of him and whimpered. That managed to fully wake him up, so he pushed himself up out of bed and walked over towards the door, quietly pulling it open and tiptoeing out into the hallway. His eyes roamed around the hallway and he followed the beautiful melody down it towards the living room where the grand piano was. Sometimes William would play late at night when he managed to squeeze in some free time to play. Every step he took made his body heat up unmanageably, but he pushed it aside with some difficulty.
He walked carefully and quietly over to the sectional and sat down to the left of William, curling up a little and playing with the button on William’s shirt’s wrist cuff, biting into his lip. The song filled the room with ease, and it sounded like what Cameron thought sunshine should sound like. Warm, happy, inviting, beautifully deep, and tranquil with just the slightest undertone of excitement echoing beneath it. William didn’t seem to notice his presence at all, his head tipped down and his fingers dancing along the keyboard. He looked so handsome, his black hair falling down into his eyes, silver framed glasses positioned on his nose despite his eyes being closed. His face was relaxed and calm, a slight luminescent glow around him from the dimmed lights farther up on the ceiling, giving him an almost godly look to him. His chest was bare, and Cameron couldn’t wholly fight back the blush that trailed across his cheeks as he took in the hickies he’d left behind on him.
William often covered him with hickies, and fuck he loved it–but it was still a little embarrassing to see William covered in his marks. He pushed that aside, however, because he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see William unfiltered. He was the only one allowed to see William, to know the complex and intriguing maze of his mind, and to witness him wandering through the maze to create something beautiful.
William was skilled in all manners of art–sketching, painting, sculpting, composing, photography–the list was endless. Cameron often wondered just how much knowledge William had stored away in his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel William was very much out of his league. He had no idea how he got so lucky as to have the man want him. He couldn’t even decide what he wanted to eat for dinner and William could manage a business as large as 5th Dimension on his own at only thirty-one years old. He had to have been a prodigy, his skill level was far too great considering the number of years he should’ve had to perfect it.
“You’re out of bed early, little lovely. Did I wake you?” William asked, and Cameron’s eyes shot up to see him peering over at him out of the corner of his eyes, his fingers still effortlessly landing on the correct keys. Cameron sucked in a deep breath and shook his head. Yes, he had, but he fully considered this one time that he definitely appreciated it.
“What are you playing?” Cameron asked curiously, and William’s fingers stopped moving and he turned the top of his body towards him a little with a smirk. Cameron suddenly felt a little shy, a blush trailing up his cheeks.
“Mon soleil et mes étoiles,” William’s voice came out like melted chocolate, so smooth and deep, caressing the words in a way that had shivers running down Cameron’s spine and his cock twitching to life with interest. Still, he couldn’t speak French so it was lost on him what the name was still. Unless it wasn’t William’s piece? “It’s still in the works, I just can’t seem to get the ending of it right.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d started a new piece.” Cameron said, “What’s it about?” He asked, and William’s smirk made his heart thump in his chest and desire raced through his veins. He swallowed down a lump in his throat at the heat in William’s eyes, his blush trailing down his neck a little.
“My muse,” William said, his eyes sparkling a little as they ran over him. “Since you’re here, perhaps you can assist in my difficulties?” The words were full of implication, and Cameron sucked in a deep breath as excited arousal slipped through him.
“What can I do?” Cameron asked, his voice getting a little husky. “I have no idea how to compose music.” William laughed at that and patted his lap, a mischievous look in his dark brown eyes. Cameron blushed and nodded, standing up and making his way over to William. William quickly pulled him down into his lap and settled him over his cock. Cameron let out a soft gasp, wiggling around a little against it.
“I was just thinking my cock was a little lonely, princess, would you care to handle that?” William asked, running his nose along Cameron’s neck slowly. Cameron shivered and nodded, shifting forward enough for William to free himself from his pants. William’s fingers ran between his cheeks, circling the base of the plug and pushing on it. Cameron moaned, his hips pushing back into William’s hand.
“Y-Yes Daddy,” Cameron gasped, trembling a little as William tugged on the base of the toy and pulled it out of him. He hated to admit the fact that having nothing inside of him made him feel off-balance. He felt so empty, he always had this need to have something inside of him now. William had quickly figured out he had a bit of a plugging kink, and every night after they had sex he’d push the toy back into him and leave him stuffed full all night.
It never failed to leave him absolutely gagging for it when William finally decided to give him his reward. “Daddy, please,” Cameron whined, and William laughed softly and he felt his hands recede for a moment before the head of William’s cock pressed against his rim. Cameron immediately pushed down on William’s length, crying out when his cock rammed into his prostate. He loved how full and desperate he felt when William was inside of him, how warm and hard William felt against his back.
Cameron whimpered and bit down into his lip as pleasure blossomed beneath his skin. It felt so good to have William inside of him, the plug and cum from earlier left him easy and pliant to enter and it came with no pain whatsoever. He squirmed around in William’s lap, whining when William’s hands landed on his hips.
“Now now,” William tsked playfully, his voice deep and smooth as he dug his fingertips digging into his hips as he stilled him. Cameron let out a whine as he stilled in William’s lap, huffing with indignation. “Don’t be pouty, treasure, I would like to play you a song.” William released his hips and Cameron whimpered and nodded his head. He had agreed to help. He couldn’t help but wonder how he was helping, however. William’s hands moved back to the piano, his fingers working over the keys as the melody began flowing through the room again. Cameron tried to focus on the music, it was beautiful and passionate, warm and happy–but the feeling of William’s cock resting against his prostate, stretching him, filling him to the brim was outweighing the sound… he was so sensitive already from their previous session a few hours before and all he wanted to do was move.
It was impossible to ignore William’s length throbbing inside of him, but William seemed to be fine because he didn’t stop playing the piano, his fingers expertly hitting all of the keys he needed to hit. Cameron moaned softly and squirmed a little when William’s lips began trailing along his neck, just under the collar of the loose dress shirt he was wearing. It sent shivers racing through him and he tried to stay still but he was weak to pleasure. He gave in to his urges and started wriggling around desperately as he tried to entice William to move inside of him.
William seemed dead-set on ignoring him, though. Even as he wiggled and clenched his hole around his length, William stayed focused on the piano and not him. Cameron moaned when William’s teeth bit down into his neck, and his hand jerked a little, hitting the keys of the piano. It let out an angry off-putting chime, but even still William ignored it, picking up right where he’d left off.
“D-Daddy please,” Cameron pleaded, watching his hands move elegantly across the keys of the piano. William bit down harder on his neck, making Cameron tense and moan, pleas falling off his lips as he felt himself twitch between his legs. He just wanted him to move. Cameron leaned his head back against William’s chest, releasing little whimpers of tortured pleasure. Cameron wanted him to move inside of him so desperately that he was trembling, arousal, and lust biting at him as he tried to hold still. For the longest time, only the choked sounds of pleasure that left his lips and the enchanting melody of the piano’s music played in the background, somehow sounding so far away despite him being so close to it.
“I know, baby boy, it’s hard. You can do it, though,” William murmured against his skin, and he gasped and his hips moved, pushing back into him. “You’re such a good boy, keep letting me hear you, baby,” Cameron whined and nodded, warmth flooding through him. He tried, he did, but every throb and jerk of William’s length inside of him left him longing for more. He needed more.
“Dadddy,” Cameron tried again, biting back a sob. “P-Please, I-I…” The words were gasped, coming out of him in a haze. He needed him to move, he didn’t care about the song or the piano or the fact he was supposed to be still. All he cared about was having William move inside of him. “More, please,” He pleaded helplessly, trying to make his voice come out as needy as he could. It must’ve worked because it made William’s fingers pause. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged breaths Cameron was taking.
“You sound so beautiful, Cameron,” William said, one of his hands moving to his waist gently. “You are so beautiful, I’m so lucky to have you,” William said, and Cameron whimpered, his cock twitching in response to the praise. He was a total sucker for soft words, and William was loaded with them. Cameron couldn’t quite get his tongue to work to say what he wanted to say–nor was he even sure what exactly he wanted to say–but it didn’t matter. Not when he was floating, every inch of his body buzzing with excitement and pleasure. William hadn’t even touched him fully yet and he was trembling and desperate.
“C-Can I move? Please? Pretty please?” Cameron pleaded desperately, and William chuckled softly in his ear, his hand abandoning its place on the piano to grab the other side of his waist. Cameron felt excitement coursing through him as William lifted him up and dropped him back down. Cameron let out a loud moan that echoed around the large room as William’s cock hit his prostate, and he let his head fall back against William’s chest again.
“Ride me, beautiful. I want to hear every noise that comes out of your pretty mouth,” William purred, but honestly, all Cameron really heard was ‘ride me’ and he had already started rocking his hips back and forth, his head never leaving William’s chest as he moved. He whined when the hands left his waist, but he couldn’t focus enough to complain with William’s soft inhales of pleasure in his ears. It made his heart race in his chest as pleasure quickly began to overtake him. Then he heard the piano again, and his eyes opened in surprise.
“W-What’re you doing?” Cameron panted, his eyebrows furrowing together as he moved his body against William’s desperately. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was just close enough that it was appeasing his lust-addled body. He couldn’t have held back his moans if he tried, he was too sensitive and William was too big.
“I’m composing a song about you. See, when you moan I do this,” William rolled his hips and bit down into his neck hard enough to pull a moan from his throat without him ever even meaning for it to happen, and William’s fingers moved on the keys, playing out a short little melody that was fast-paced. “Now give daddy a whimper,” William teased, pulling back from the bite to brush his lips over the mark gently. Cameron whimpered, and William played out another melody that was softer than the first. “See?”
“I-I don’t understand… how it sounds the same?” Cameron managed to stammer, and William chuckled and rocked his hips a little faster, drawing more needy noises from his throat. William knew just what to do to him to draw the moans and pleas from his lips. The pleasure was sinking its teeth into him, pulling him under the waves that were washing over him and it took everything in him not to drown in them.
“It’s meant to be representative of them, and the emotions they incite,” William murmured, his voice thick with arousal. Cameron choked on a moan and nodded his head looking up at him desperately.
“P-Please wanna cum Daddy, please,” Cameron pleaded, and William finally abandoned the piano for good, pushing him forward. Cameron gasped and shakily grasped onto the piano for stability, and that was all the warning he really got before William was thrusting into him roughly. All that Cameron could focus on was William’s length moving inside of him, pounding into his prostate insistently as ecstasy flashed behind his eyes. “Fu-Fuck, yes!” Cameron hissed, his eyes rolling back as pleasure overflowed and he lost himself to an orgasm. He was far too swept up in the feelings running through him to even care where his cum was going to land.
“Is Daddy’s little boy feeling better now?” William asked with a groan as he gripped tighter into his hips. Cameron shook his head with a moan, looking back over his shoulder as his hands curled around the cover of the piano’s keyboard. “You sound so beautiful, little one, so sweet… let me hear more,” Cameron whimpered and pushed his hips back to meet William’s thrusts, pleasure sparking behind his eyelids as the world faded away. He was vaguely aware of the sound of the keys on the piano chiming as his hand lost its grip and slipped down onto the keys and a chime echoed out around them.
“S-Sorry,” Cameron gasped, jerking his hand up. William chuckled and put his hand on his chest beneath the shirt he was wearing and lifted him away from the Piano. William’s other hand carefully closed the cover of the keyboard. Cameron whined when William pulled out of him, but he found himself being lifted so that he was sitting on the cover, the hard oak sending a slight chill up his spine. It was easily ignorable seconds later when William was pushing back into him. Cameron rested his elbows back on the back of the piano and cried out, his head falling back as William gripped into his thighs and pushed them forward.
“I-It’s not gonna break?” Cameron stammered out as William started thrusting into him, slow and deliberate, hitting his prostate with precision. Tremors rocked through him and he tried to grip onto the edge of the piano, his cock pleading for stimulation between his legs. It was hitting against his abdomen with every movement of William inside of him, and it was enough to make it twitch and release a bit of precum, but honestly, he’d already been wrung almost completely dry maybe eight hours before.
Cameron would be eternally grateful for the quality of the wood, its edges were sanded into rounded points so nothing was digging into him uncomfortably and all that left him with was pleasure. Every thrust of William’s hips left him crying out, his cock pulsing out pre-cum onto his stomach as he became entangled. One of William’s hands moved up, traveling softly along his side and up to his nipple, where he gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. Cameron cried out, shudders wracking through him as a sob fell off his lips.
“You’re going to be fine, little lovely,” William assured, those brown eyes looking over him in a way that had him moaning. William looked like he was on the brink of losing control, and it filled Cameron with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He loved being William’s off switch for his control, seeing the man lose himself in his pleasure was something that was wholly enticing for many reasons. Cameron cried out and arched his back, one of his hands reaching for William. Closer, he needed to feel him beneath his fingertips. He wanted William all over him, the stupid piano be damned.
It was so good, all-consuming, he could feel every inch of William’s length inside of him, his body had long since become accustomed to it and yet every time it ruined him. William took him to places he never thought possible, and was beyond skilled with his hands. He knew just how to touch him, how to drive him completely up the walls with pleasure. It was so good, he was so weak to it. He couldn’t keep the tears from sliding down his face, his hair a mess on his head as he tried to cling on to the piano.
“Daddy, hold me,” Cameron pleaded, looking up at him with teary eyes, and William smiled down at him, his movements slowing dramatically as his eyes softened.
“Of course lovely, arch your back for me,” William said, his fingers releasing Cameron’s thighs. Cameron nodded breathlessly and did as he was told, only to gasp in surprise when one of William’s arms slipped under the small of his back while his other hand gently guided his head up as he lifted him off of the piano. Cameron wrapped his arms and legs around William and clung to him, burying his face in his neck. He could feel William inside of him as he moved them, and it was driving him mad.
“Daddy, you feel so good,” Cameron whimpered, his fingernails biting down into William’s shoulders as he was being leaned back. William nodded, his dark eyes almost black as they looked over him, carefully laying him down on the sectional. Cameron had no idea how William managed it, but he was laid on the couch with such care and gentleness–but William’s length was still buried inside of him. “I love you, Daddy,” It slipped between his lips before he could stop it and his eyes widened and cheeks heated up even more.
“I love you too, little one,” William murmured, leaning over him and trapping him down against the soft fabric of the sectional, his arms on either side of his head as he captured his lips in a kiss. Cameron moaned, arching up into William’s chest as he started moving again. His body melted back onto the couch, his arms clinging desperately onto William as he felt pleasure beginning to lap at him again.
William’s lips were so soft against his, his body in contrast was hard and strong, and Cameron couldn’t help but love it–the duality of him was dizzying in its brilliance. Cameron pulled away from the kiss to moan, William’s teeth nipping into his lip as he thrusted. He felt so good, William’s thrusts were perfect, never too rough but never too slow. It seemed well-thought-out and determined, even though the entire thing was spontaneous, and Cameron whined and reached up with a shaky hand, grabbing his glasses and putting them on the coffee table.
“Lovely, I need those to see,” William hummed, amusement in his tone as he leaned down and ran his nose along Cameron’s cheek. Cameron giggled and wrapped his arms back around William’s neck and held onto him, tightening his grip around his waist and pushing back into his thrusts. William groaned into the crook of his neck, warm breath sending shivers of pleasure through Cameron and he moaned.
“You don’t need to see, I’ve seen you play the piano without them. Feel instead.” Cameron said breathlessly, slipping his eyes shut. William really couldn’t see without his glasses, he’d put them on before and had gotten an instant headache from how strong his prescription was, but Cameron wanted him farther away from his composure. William huffed and bit down into his neck in response, making him cry out and arch his back more. “F-Fuck, Daddy,” Cameron gasped, surprised when William started rocking them together faster, keeping his teeth biting down into his skin. Pain and pleasure swirled together as it raced through him and frankly, they were so similar he couldn’t tell them apart.
William’s hands moved from beside him and he found himself being rolled on top of William, his warm hands roaming all over his body underneath the shirt William hadn’t bothered to remove. Cameron’s thighs trembled a little as each of William’s thrusts sent him bouncing up a little, but he was surprised enough by the sudden shift that he couldn’t grasp his bearings and actually help William with his movements. All he could do is steady himself on William’s chest and hope to fucking god the man’s grip on him didn’t falter because he was basically blind until he gave William his glasses back.
He didn’t feel much fear, even though they were on a couch with little wiggle room and one wrong move would possibly send him flying. William’s hands and arms were warm and sturdy around him, holding him in place gently as he ran his hands over him. Every thrust was deep and hard, it sent pleasure flooding through him and made him dizzy, desire burning through him like flames urging him closer and closer to his release. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, it felt so good his mind just couldn’t compute the sensations running through him.
The position allowed for him to go so much deeper so much faster, and despite the shaking of his legs Cameron couldn’t help but love it. His cock twitched and pleaded between them, bouncing with the thrusts of William’s body, and he finally gave in to temptation and curled his hand around himself. He usually didn’t–but he had already came so many times he knew there was no way in hell he was going to be able to achieve another orgasm without more stimulation to it. His hand moved shakily, the thrusts jostling him around enough to make it unstable but somehow it was enough. Mostly because William was hitting his prostate with each movement, but it didn’t matter because he could feel himself inching closer with each movement.
“Daddy, fuck, fuck!” Cameron cried out, falling down onto his chest as his arms gave out. The pleasure was too much, he couldn’t think, let alone hold himself up. William wrapped his arms around him tighter and held him there, thrusting up into him harder. These thrusts didn’t allow for his body to move at all with the thrusts, so each one rammed into him with enough force to make stars dance behind his eyes and his body clench up. “Daddy,” Cameron sobbed, his head jerking back a little as shudders ran through him.
“You’re such a good boy, Cameron,” William praised, his fingertips digging into the back of one of his sides. Cameron’s breath caught in his throat and that was it. He fell over the edge to his release, the ground falling from beneath him as he soared, only vaguely aware of William speeding up his movements. He didn’t even think he actually managed to release anything, it was just pleasure. Deep and grasping, clinging onto him and making him cry out with each movement of William’s hips.
He only really came down a little when William stopped moving, and he felt William’s cum flood into him. He managed to tear the cotton away from his mind enough to force his eyes open and he smiled tiredly down at William before Cameron sank down on top of William and melted. He looked so relaxed and pleased, it made warmth flood through Cameron. William could look so intimidating sometimes, his glare could cut stone and the one time Cameron had seen him angry, it’d been so surprising to him because he didn’t really think the man could get angry. He seemed so calm and composed, he seemed carefree, constantly seeing the best in everyone and everything.
“N-No,” Cameron whined when William tried to pull away, his legs tightening around his waist. William chuckled softly and rested down on top of him, brushing kisses over his forehead gently. He’d not even noticed William moving them, but he wasn’t about to let go regardless. He didn’t want to be separated from him yet.
“I need to clean you up, little lovely,” William murmured softly, urging his legs down from his waist. Cameron pouted and shook his head stubbornly. William gave him an amused smile and his hand reached out blindly for his glasses, managing to grab them off the table much to Cameron’s dismay.
“Y-You’re gonna put mes to bed again,” Cameron said, his voice sounded far away to himself, and he found his eyes struggling to stay open. But all he wanted was to stay connected to William. Toys were fine, but William was warm and hard but velvety and felt so mind-numbingly good inside of him when he was full of cum and all fuzzy and light. And best of all, he was stubborn as hell. “I wanna stay like this,” Cameron said, and William sighed in defeat.
“Mm, well then Daddy is going to move us back to the piano so he can keep working on composing this piece.” Cameron nodded and sighed, letting himself be lifted up off of the sofa and wrapped his arms and legs around William, and rested his head forward on William’s chest as he carried him over to the bench of the piano and sat down. Cameron whimpered a little and curled his arms around William’s waist, clinging onto him as his legs dangled over the other side of the piano bench.
It really didn’t take him long to doze off once William started playing the song again, the vague thought: I think I kinda hear what he was saying earlier, ran through his hazed mind before everything fizzled away into the distance.