Talon didn't waver at the ranting, sending stinging smack after smack to his mate's struggling rump. The snapping, the yelling, it wasn't making the situation any less painful or any less irritating for either of them. Four solid blows later, two on each cheek, Talon yanked Calvin's pants down and boxers to reveal the bright pink he had plastered onto his mate merely seconds ago. He smirked at the trailed off threat and order to not commit with baring the boy for the demand was futile at this point. Had he not snapped or continued to act up, Talon would've shown a little mercy.
"And why is it not, Cal?" Talon asked when told that this punishment was unfair. He gave three more strong swats to his now exposed bottom, making Cal's posterior bounce with each blow. In Talon's mind it was definitely fair. "...What would you do then? If it were me? If I endangered myself and acted as careless as you?" he asked, truly curious on what course Calvin would take.
"What would you do if talking it out didn't work?" Talon pressed onward. He unleashed a volly of stinging swats, partly to be an ass and partly to encourage Cal to push out the truth. Most of all though, Talon wanted Calvin to admit and accept.
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Can life stop beating my ass? In a bad way?
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