Oh, you're learning, but I think you can do better.
[ he watches tim climb up onto the bed, sprawled and naked before him, all smooth freckled skin and a flop of downy brown hair. it's the look over his shoulder - the wide, brown eyes - that softens him for a moment, gives tim a second to feel the stretch and relief. but it's short-lived, quentin reaching a hand to drag along the back of tim's calf, his thigh, nails pressing and biting the skin - leaving little red marks behind. he drags his nails over the bloom of read where he spanked him before. ]
Count.
[ it's not a request, more a demand. he climbs up onto the bed, the towel slipping low around his hips. he presses a hand between tim's shoulder blades, keeping him firmly planted to the mattress and a fraction of a second later, he begins to slap each of tim's presented cheeks, alternating - the sound of skin on slapping skin echoing in the quiet of the room. as he spanks him, the strikes grow more intense, increasing in impact and strength. ]
To twenty.
[ he pauses between some - making tim anticipate them, wait in the silence for when the next hand will land on red, tortured skin. ]
no subject
[ he watches tim climb up onto the bed, sprawled and naked before him, all smooth freckled skin and a flop of downy brown hair. it's the look over his shoulder - the wide, brown eyes - that softens him for a moment, gives tim a second to feel the stretch and relief. but it's short-lived, quentin reaching a hand to drag along the back of tim's calf, his thigh, nails pressing and biting the skin - leaving little red marks behind. he drags his nails over the bloom of read where he spanked him before. ]
Count.
[ it's not a request, more a demand. he climbs up onto the bed, the towel slipping low around his hips. he presses a hand between tim's shoulder blades, keeping him firmly planted to the mattress and a fraction of a second later, he begins to slap each of tim's presented cheeks, alternating - the sound of skin on slapping skin echoing in the quiet of the room. as he spanks him, the strikes grow more intense, increasing in impact and strength. ]
To twenty.
[ he pauses between some - making tim anticipate them, wait in the silence for when the next hand will land on red, tortured skin. ]