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Yeosang sat on his knees, legs spread a few inches apart. Hands flat on his thighs, eyes casting down as he waited for the next instructions. It had been a while since he found himself in this position. He had to admit, he missed the anticipation of a punishment, even when he knew which it would be.
“Yeosang,” came the voice. Firm, though laced with an undeniable fondness. “What did I tell you about wandering hands?”
A soft whine left his lips, pupils moving to the object of the crime : his hands. “Not to touch you without permission, hyung. I’m sorry.”
“Good boy for apologising. But you know what’s coming, right, babydoll?”
If he was a cat, he would have purred at the petname. Alas, he was only human. Sometimes, something akin to a lost puppy, but not a cat. He still let out a soft noise, finally relaxing. Jongho wasn't really mad, he knew it, but the petname proved him right. Not mad. Disappointed, maybe. He had told Yeosang off several times this week, he had it coming.
“Handcuffs, hyung?”
“And a spanking. Look at me, angel,” Jongho placed a gentle finger under his chin, raising up his face to admire the love of his life. How lucky was he, to have someone like Yeosang be his. He was perfect. An angel, though sometimes a sassy little thing. And he wouldn’t have it other way.
“A spanking. Hands?” Yeosang asked, eyes anchored in the dominant’s ones.
“Yeah, hands. I want to feel your skin warming up.”
A shiver ran through him at the thought of being bent over Jongho’s thighs. Disobeying seemed very worth it in this instant. He knew he would most likely change his mind once his skin was all red and tingling, but for now, the image made his cock twitch in his pants.
“Move your hands around your back. You know how. You’ll stay like this for a while so I know you can stay still. Okay?”
“Yes, hyung.”
As a reward, Jongho left a kiss on the crown of his head before moving around. Soft as ever, he slipped each wrist in the cuffs.
“Not too tight?” He knew how tight Yeosang liked it, but he still checked it was right.
“Words, babydoll.”
“Yes, hyung.”
He nodded approvingly, locking the handcuff with the key he placed safely in his top’s pocket..
“Twenty minutes, Yeosang,” Jongho announced when he was satisfied with his position.
The submissive nodded his head, a pout settled. It disappeared quickly when a heavy boot nudged his knee in reprimand.
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Twenty minutes later, Yeosang felt a bit floaty. Nothing like his subspace, but something close. Very close.
“Okay, babydoll. Up, and over my knees.”
Yeosang rose up with surprising agility, his bare feet closing the distance between them. With a smile — the sadistic kind, Jongho lowered his pants and underwear, leaving him bare. The humiliation went straight to his dick, already hard. The twitch made Jongho chuckle. His thumb caressed the tip ever so softly, increasing the twitching and elliciting a moan from the standing boy.
“Over my knees— No buts, I can see it in your eyes. Twenty as well, babydoll. Come on.”
Defeated, he could only obey. His body bent over, stomach laying on thick thighs. He swore he could have came on the spot, that’s how obsessed Yeosang was.
“You don’t have to count them.”
A large hand rubbed his bottom for a few seconds. He felt the first spank before he heard the noise. A resounding one, proving Jongho was not going to hold back. He understood now why he had been so gentle; the spanking won’t.
It had been a while since Yeosang got spanked, usually a good boy. But how could he resist Jongho when he was so damn hot? His broad shoulders, his thighs, his arms and his bright smile. Every inch of him was impossible to resist. Yeosang thought for a second it was unfair to be punished for such a thing.
The next spanks came rapidly, leaving a burning handprint in their way. Each one provoked a moan, some even a kick of his feet, which was punished by an even harder one.
“Why am I punishing you?”
“Because I touched you when I should have asked first. Because I’m yours to command and to obey, and I should know my place. I can touch you when I have earned that privilege,” he recited breathily, trying to get the words out evenly.
“Good job, babydoll. I’m so proud of you. Four more, and then I’ll take off the handcuffs,” Jongho mumbled, taking a few seconds break in the punishment. When Yeosang was about to relax again, he laid the last four on his sit spots, making the sub squirm visibly. And just for the sake of it, he laid one on his hole — it was just so inviting. And it was all the sub needed to finally slip. His body went limp for a few seconds, during which Jongho rubbed his back tenderly. He let him a few more seconds before he spoke again.
“Up you go,” Jongho said, after he took off the cuffs. He maneuvered Yeosang so he was sitting on his laps, legs dangling on each side. One hand brushed a few tears off his face while the other rubbed at his wrists.
“You were so good, babydoll. So so good,” he praised, moving a hand to the back of his neck. He rubbed the spot gently, watching as Yeosang finally let his head fall on his shoulder. “And you look so gorgeous, all subby and punished. My pretty babydoll. My angel.”
“Thk’you, hyung,” the sub slurred softly, slipping more and more into that floaty headspace. His cheeks had burned at the praise and the comment, an unhappy sigh leaving his lips. Jongho only tsked, resulting in a tiny ‘sorry’ from his babydoll.
The hand now pressing into his warm skin closed the deal and Yeosang closed his eyes, a happy hum leaving his lips.