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“Thanks, Leek,” Jude drawls.
Leek eyes the ladder down to the crit-out chamber with distrust. “Do you want me to kill him, or do you want to?”
“I’ll do it,” Jude smiles, slow and catlike. “I’ll take my time with him.” He reaches into his inventory and drops a strength. “Here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s very sorry.”
Leek grabs the strength eagerly and bides Jude farewell. Jude waits until he is far away before sneaking to the ladder. He covers up the entrance, puts pressure plates below the ladder – just to be safe.
“Hi, Sharp,” Jude calls out, a smirk on his lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Sharp is entangled in the armour stands, his sword has fallen from his grip. Sharp is struggling in vain, wriggling like a trapped bug. He freezes when he sees Jude watching him with amusement.
“Jude, you’re such a BITCH-”
“Uh-huh,” Jude hums. “You’re the one who blew up MY base.”
“It was an ugly ass base. I hated it. I died so many times in it.”
“So mouthy,” Jude mutters. He eyes Sharp for a moment. “Take off your armour.”
“I can’t fucking move, Jude.”
Jude raises an eyebrow. “Would you like me to do it for you?”
“You’re a fucking prick,” Sharp struggles a little longer, then sighs. “If you take off my armour, are you going to let me go?”
“Well, you don’t seem sorry about blowing up my home,” muses Jude.
“Obviously,” Sharp shoots him a withering look.
Jude strolls over, leans against the trap and moves his head closer. “I think,” he whispers. “I’ll make you sorry.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“If I let you out, you aren’t going to kill me, are you?”
Sharp pauses. His cheeks turning a lovely pink. “No…”
“Sharp.”
“Probably not,” corrects Sharp reluctantly.
Jude reaches up and flicks the lever to reset the armour stands. Sharp squeezes out of the trap. He stands there for a moment, his eyes trailing on Jude. Then, he lunges for his sword. But Jude is faster. Jude’s foot kicks the sword away, the blade skidding across the stone floor, far away from reach. Sharp scrambles as Jude tackles him to the ground, wrapping his arm across Sharp’s throat. Sharp thrashes under his grip. He tightens in warning.
“FUCK YOU,” Sharp gasps out.
“Maybe some other time,” Jude concedes.
He tightens his grip further, Sharp’s breaths are warm and unsteady against his arm. Jude is patient. He waits for Sharp to finish his little tantrum. Sure enough, Sharp stills soon after, his energy spent.
“What?”
“Take off your armour,” Jude says. “I won’t ask again.”
Jude releases Sharp and stands quickly, he walks over to Sharp’s sword and stuffs it into the chest nearby. He sits on the chest and glances expectantly at Sharp. Sharp scowls. He removes his helmet first, his blonde hair is messy and wet from the struggle. Jude watches as Sharp undoes his chestplate straps with easy, practiced movement and then, his leggings. Sharp kicks his boots off.
“Are you going to apologise?” Jude asks mildly.
“No.”
“Sharp.”
“Make me.”
Jude pats the surface of the chest. “Come here.” Sharp looks suspiciously at Jude. “I’m not going to kill you,” he pauses, narrowing his eyes. “Yet.”
Sharp walks over slowly, he eyes the chest with considerable interest, but Jude is sitting on it, so there isn’t much he can do to get his weapon back. He sits down, making a big show of scooting as far away from Jude as possible.
Jude sighs. In one quick motion, he grabs Sharp by his bodysuit collar and drags him over his knees. Sharp lets out a squawk and tries to escape his grip. Jude pins an arm across his back and nudges his knee against Sharp’s groin. Sharp groans – then twists his head to glare at Jude.
“What the fuck, Jude?”
“You told me to make you.”
“By-” Sharp trails off, blushing in embarrassment. He closes his mouth and avoids Jude’s gaze.
“Yes, Sharp,” there is mirth in Jude’s voice. “You know how we punish naughty children? By spanking them.”
“I’m not a child,” Sharp huffs, still refusing to look at Jude.
“The principle is the same,” Jude smiles. “You sure you don’t want to apologise?”
Sharp wriggles in Jude’s lap, affording one last struggle. Jude waits for him to finish his attempt before unzipping Sharp’s bodysuit. Sharp hisses as Jude peels it off, and takes the opportunity to try to escape. Jude reaches out and yanks Sharp by his hair.
“Don’t bother,” Jude chides.
“I’m not going to get spanked.”
“Then, apologise.”
“No.”
“Suit yourself,” Jude readies his hand. Sharp’s cheeks are white and unblemished. “Raise your hips,” Sharp does it, reluctantly. “Higher. Should I make you count?”
Sharp bites his lower lip and looks down at the ground. Jude smiles to himself and begins. His hand strikes with a resounding smack. Sharp flinches, but he refuses to let out a sound. Jude can see the effort. He does it again, and again.
Sharp squirms in his lap. It’s uncomfortable for now. But it’s going to get worse.
He is remarkably controlled, refusing to give Jude any sort of reaction. Jude can see his hands balled up, his arms hanging down to the floor. His face is obscured by his long blonde hair, turned away from Jude. His legs are tensed, strong and lean – unwavering under Jude’s relentless assault. The blows land one after another. Sharp’s cheeks start to turn an angry red.
One particular blow, Sharp chokes out a sound – a strangled, low moan. Jude pauses.
“I think you like it,” Jude observes.
“Fuck you, I don’t.”
Jude lets his fingers brush gently against Sharp’s inflamed skin. Sharp hisses, bucking his legs in an attempt to get Jude’s touch off him. Jude presses down – hard. Sharp lets out a sultry high-pitched whine.
“You do,” Jude laughs. “Well, this isn’t much of a punishment then, is it?”
“Shut up.” Sharp finally looks up, a fierce glare – but his lips are quivering, his lower lip is red from him biting down on it.
Sharp gasps as Jude strikes down. Sharp lifts his hand to his mouth to muffle, but Jude grabs his arm and pins it behind Sharp’s back.
Soon, Sharp’s legs are shaking, his breaths coming short and fast. The sounds he makes is lewd and very loud. He isn’t lifting his ass up anymore – the effort too much for him to bare. Only now, he rests against Jude’s lap, grinding his groin against Jude’s knee. Not that Jude can blame him – all that squirming Sharp did on his lap was making him painfully hard.
“You’re getting yourself off.”
Sharp’s eyes snapped open. He looks mortified. “N-no. I’m not.”
“You’re not coming before me,” Jude says. “Get up.”
Sharp blinks. “What?”
“Up,” Jude repeats. “Tapping out so soon?”
“You wish,” Sharp mutters. He stands unsteadily, his legs shaky. He grimaces.
Jude pushes Sharp against the chest, making him bend over it. He squeezes Sharp’s ass, making him yelp.
“What the fuck.”
“It’s supposed to be a punishment,” Jude says severely. “You’re not coming until you apologise.”
“I’ll come whenever I want.”
“You sure about that?” Jude crowds behind Sharp, pressing himself flush against Sharp’s ass. Sharp moans at the contact. “Hands behind your back. I don’t want you touching yourself.”
“Fuck you,” Sharp groans, but he puts his hands behind anyway.
It is easier to remove the armour, but Jude could hardly care less about chafing at this point. Sharp probably likes the chafing anyway. He grinds against Sharp’s sensitive ass, fully clothed, getting himself off with the pressure. Sharp chokes and lets out a string of angry curses.
He endures it a while longer before panting out.
“Jude-”
“Hmm?”
“Stop-”
“Apologise.”
“No.”
“Then I’m not stopping.”
“It hurts,” Sharp whines.
“That’s the point,” Jude says. “Oh, no you don’t,” he reaches and grabs Sharp – Sharp lets out a filthy moan.
“Please, Jude.”
“Apologise.”
“Please, please let me come,” Sharp throws his head back. Jude leans forward and presses his lips on Sharp’s shoulders, his fingers twisting in Sharp’s hair. Jude mouths the skin – slow, languish licks. He lets his teeth graze the skin and Sharp shivers.
“Jude,” he gasps. “I’m close.”
“You don’t get to come, Sharp,” Jude mouths a little higher and sucks on Sharp’s neck. Oof. That is going to bruise.
“Jude. Please.”
“I don’t hear a sorry.”
Jude smiles. Then, he bites down. Sharp cries out in surprise.
“Sorry,” Jude doesn’t sound sorry at all. He laps the bite with his tongue and presses his lips against it. “See how easy it is? Now you try.”
Sharp quivers. He is barely standing, his entire body pressed flushed against the chest. Jude groans. The pressure is building in his gut.
“I’m going to come,” Jude pants into Sharp’s ear. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Say sorry.”
Sharp breaks. He moans as Jude thrusts against him. “Fine. I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Jude,” Sharp squirms, but Jude is holding him firmly. “I said sorry.”
“You’re just saying it so you can come.”
“Fuck -” Sharp closes his mouth and breaths out. “I’m sorry for blowing up your base.”
“And?”
“Jude, I swear-”
“And?”
Sharp groans into his fists. “I’m sorry for spawning those withers. Okay? Now, get your fucking hand off my dick and move.”
“Say it again, but nicely,” Jude can be a real piece of shit when he wants to be.
“Fuck you.”
“Not today, Sharp.”
Jude stills his movement and waits. Sharp lets out another string of curses as Jude moves away. He pants and turns his head. Jude almost feels sorry at the sight. Sharp looks wrecked – there are tears streaming down his face, his lip is bloody from biting down on it. His cheeks are almost as flushed as his ass. An angry hickey is starting to bloom at his neck.
Sharp swallows, catching his breath. Reluctantly, the words drag themselves out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry, Jude.”
Jude smiles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He leans over and presses his lips to Sharp’s, tasting blood. Sharp sighs as Jude catches his mouth, stealing the breathy sounds Sharp makes. Jude licks his lips. He will do it the whole day if he could.
“Now, let me take care of you,” Jude brushes the hair out of Sharp’s face. “Do you want to stand or sit?”
“I can’t sit,” Sharp blushes furiously. Oh, right.
“Stand up, princess.”
Jude helps Sharp up and leans him against the stone wall. Sharp shivers at the coldness. Jude gets on his knees in front of Sharp, smiles wickedly up at him, and takes Sharp in his mouth.
Sharp’s hands find themselves in Jude’s hair, gripping onto him. Jude tolerates it as Sharp tugs, indicating Jude to hurry up. Then, Sharp’s hips snap forward.
Jude releases Sharp’s dick with an obscene pop and wipes a hand across his mouth. He glares up at him. “I don’t need guidance, Sharp.”
“Right, sorry.”
Jude takes him again and Sharp’s hands curl in his hair. They tighten. Jude pulls away again.
“If you can’t control yourself,” Jude says with considerable annoyance. “I’ll have to tie you up.”
“Jude.” Sharp groans. “You’re killing me.”
Jude smiles again. “Only for you, princess.”
It doesn’t take much effort from Jude. He sucks Sharp off, his tongue stroking as he bobbles his head. Sharp keeps his hands to himself, moaning prettily against the wall.
“Jude, I’m coming.”
Jude gives Sharp a thumbs up and deepthroats his dick. He feels Sharp shuddering against him, Sharp’s hands reach for his hair – then thinking better of it, finds his shoulders instead. Jude coaxes Sharp through his high before releasing him.
Jude gets to his feet and gently moves Sharp to lie on the chest. He is still painfully hard, but Sharp seems utterly spent. He unbuckles his pants and jerks himself off, admiring the handiwork that he has done on Sharp. He finishes in record time and cleans himself up.
Then, Jude goes to the chest and takes out a cloth. He wets it and squats down next to Sharp, gently wiping his face clean. Sharp is shivering, so Jude drags him into his arms.
“Okay?” Jude prompts gently.
Sharp looks at him through bleary, wet eyes. He sniffs and nods. Jude presses his thumb against Sharp’s lips and leans in, kissing him slowly, savouring the sounds he makes for him.
“I’ve got to go,” Jude whispers. “You okay on your own?”
“Sure,” croaked Sharp.
Jude stands, stretches, and heads to the ladder – removing the pressure plates, because Sharp will definitely fall for it again. He looks back, seeing Sharp dozing on the chest – naked – and the mess of armour and his dark bodysuit on the floor.
“Oh, and Sharp?”
Sharp blinks at him, his mouth slightly apart.
Jude’s grin is crafty and smug. “Don’t ever blow up my shit again.”