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[ Tim muffles another shocked gasp against the sheets, as if he's been smacked on the ass again, not because he’s been struck, but because he’s been chastised. Rules? He’s forgotten the rules, he hasn’t been thinking, only feeling, begging for Quentin and chasing pleasure.

Ah. That. It’s for Quentin to give out, to decide when and how much, isn’t it? Tim wipes his eyes against the sheet, flushed and tearful with the embarrassment of having forgotten such a simple instruction. Punishment and penance can’t be rushed, so there’s a practical lesson, fucking himself on only spit. He can do that, he has to do that, needs to earn the sweetness back, take back the praise that tickles his brain, his spine, his cock. With a shuddering breath, Tim picks himself up so that he’s on all fours again instead of shamelessly pressing himself to the bed and scoots back, angling into position with the hot head against his hole. ]

I’m sorry. [ A soft, needy sob, cock hanging heavy and red from lack of attention. He gasps further at the track of his nails across his ass, searing hot and painful. Necessary. ] I’m sorry. I didn’t–I’ll do better.

[ He moves his hips back slowly, accepting Quentin inside him with a wince at the sharp stretch. It stings, but not nearly as badly as losing his praise. ]

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[ something about tim apologizing gnaws at him in spite of their little game. he allows tim to move back and take him in and he groans, unable to process anything but the tight, velvety heat that consumes him at first. he reaches an arm down to tim's hips, stopping him from moving any further. a kindness, letting himself sit pressed deep into him to stretch, to settle.

his mouth slides along tim's shoulder in the meantime, pressing soft kisses against his skin, worshipful in a way. ]

Apology accepted.

[ he moans again just from the way he feels like he's being consumed by the other man's body. ] You've done so well. So very well.

[ his free hand slides round tim's front as well, softly palming the aching, hard line of tim's dick as he draws out of the man slowly, hand following the motion as he pushes back in just as slowly. ]

Let me take care of you now, hm? You've done well. You listened, you took everything you deserved. So good.