[ of course tim begins to undress like a dutiful, careful thing - desire and want hanging suddenly on the air between them, hot and thick. it's easy enough to put on the show of this personality, something he draws from rarely, but is a good stretch, a good muscle to flex. controlled dominance, careful punishment, the pain for the sake of pleasure. ]

No, I don't think you can.

[ he smiles amiably, but too much like something dangerous laying wait, ready to leap upon its prey. he doesn't loosen his fingers in his hair, only allows tim the movement of his arm with the dip of his head. he's handsome, of course - masculine in all ways and gentle in others. it makes his mouth water, makes heat surge under his skin and low into his belly. ]

It's why I need to teach you a lesson. You understand, of course? [ he huffs, releasing tim's hair and backing away, circling him and sliding a hand down his bare back, soft at first, until he finds the waist band of his underwear and twists it in his fingers, letting the elastic dig into tim's skin just above his ass, his knuckles pressing against the muscle of one cheek. ]

I want these off. Now. Then your hands on the bed. No lip, either.

[ he releases the fabric, letting it snap, and he laughs lowly, slapping his hand hard against the same asscheek from before over the fabric, gripping hard once before he releasing. ]

Or you'll have bigger problems.