[ while this kind of play isn't new to him, it's been a while, and the first handful of strikes always leave him wondering if the person is enjoying it. or at least finding the pleasure they wish in it. but he sees the way tim's cock begins to grow, the way he leaks and smears the sheets, and so he continues.
it's only five more strikes before he stops short - he'd said twenty, but he's itching to change the pace for a moment, work tim up a little differently while his ass cheeks bloom scarlet, so flushed and pretty. he smooths his callused palm against the skin, pressing a little firmly on the spots smacked red, the skin warm to the touch, inflamed. a cool bath later, perhaps.
for now, he squares up on him, dips to kiss the bend of tim's lower back, then mouth over one furious cheek, the muscle flexing deliciously against his tongue. ]
You realize I can punish you any way I see fit?
[ the same tone, the same firmness. his mouth moves to the other cheek, laving his tongue over the heated skin once, twice, before pulling away. the air of the bedroom may sooth the spots made spit-slick for a few seconds before he smacks one cheek alone, grabbing it, then the other, squeezing the furious handfuls of him.
he bends to press one long stripe of his tongue from his sac to his puckered hole, repeats the motion twice more before letting go of him altogether - the utter lack of sensation. ]
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it's only five more strikes before he stops short - he'd said twenty, but he's itching to change the pace for a moment, work tim up a little differently while his ass cheeks bloom scarlet, so flushed and pretty. he smooths his callused palm against the skin, pressing a little firmly on the spots smacked red, the skin warm to the touch, inflamed. a cool bath later, perhaps.
for now, he squares up on him, dips to kiss the bend of tim's lower back, then mouth over one furious cheek, the muscle flexing deliciously against his tongue. ]
You realize I can punish you any way I see fit?
[ the same tone, the same firmness. his mouth moves to the other cheek, laving his tongue over the heated skin once, twice, before pulling away. the air of the bedroom may sooth the spots made spit-slick for a few seconds before he smacks one cheek alone, grabbing it, then the other, squeezing the furious handfuls of him.
he bends to press one long stripe of his tongue from his sac to his puckered hole, repeats the motion twice more before letting go of him altogether - the utter lack of sensation. ]