“Good.” Ethan said softly in response to the confirmation. He groaned at the feeling of Will’s hand rubbing his backside soothing. It was over but it took him a moment to realize it wasn’t warning of more slaps to come because the air alone stung his throbbing backside and thighs. It was amazing that even now that his lover had stopped the actual spanking, it still felt like he was being punished. Even more amazing, he was sore, tired, and left feeling oddly needy for his typically independent attitude. It was an uncomfortable feeling to have, and part of him wondered what it said about his psyche.
When Will helped him up, his expression was still shockingly meek down to the flush of shame. His eyes were just a touch glossy but there was no evidence of tears; he had to be pushed further than that to get there. It was for the best that it hadn’t happened yet, because judging by the rest of his demeanor the whole experience had been enough of a shock without reaching that breaking point. He let his shoulders roll a bit as he finally felt the mild ache of his back from where he had been pinned down. It was a bit of a try at regaining control, as if to say that he didn’t really need the hug. Yet, his arm crept around Will’s shoulders to accept the embrace anyway.
The tension in his frame faded as William’s hand ran over his back and he smiled softly at the kiss. He returned it, nipping at his partner’s lower lip sharply as he pulled away. “You liar.” He accused Will lightly, because who didn’t like the thrill of being able to make someone feel this many rushes of emotion? In fact, he was willing to bet he could still make the other man blush even after that display. “Now let’s go home so you can fuck me into the mattress.” He demanded, tone making the words sound like an order.
(Teehee, so I figured they could go home and have fun and when Ethan wakes up Will, he just thinks it’s for round two?)
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