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“This is raw!” Oab yelled as he slammed a steak down on the stainless-steel table causing Plawan to jump at the suddenness of it.
“P’Oab-“
“We’re in the kitchen so how should you address me?” Oab demanded. Oab’s voice was strong. His eyes were fierce but not from anger. In his eyes was the look that Plawan was very familiar with. Knowing what that look led to, Plawan played along.
“Chef.” Plawan answered dutifully.
“Good. At least you were able to learn that lesson. But you still need to learn the meaning of raw.”
“Is that so? And who is going to teach me? Should I go ask Kluea?” Plawan teased as he wasn’t going to make it that easy for his fiancé. The way the man’s eyes darkened in jealousy brought Plawan an evil glee.
“No, I will. I’m the only person who can teach you this lesson.” Oab said, holding back the fury from Plawan's suggestion.
“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.” Plawan took a second to decide if he should comply. He could refuse and antagonize his fiancé more to work him up into a frenzy. Or he could let go now and let Oab’s demands, his desires, take over control. Plawan took too long to decide so Oab made the decision for him. He grabbed Plawan's wrist and manhandled him around so that Plawan was trapped between him and the metal countertop. His large hands engulfing Plawan’s smaller ones as he held them down on the table.
Oab wedged his leg in between Plawan’s causing him to spread his legs wider in a stance. The slight bend Oab forced him into and Oab’s height meant the man’s thick thigh was pressed up against Plawan’s groin. The excitement of being held in place by the bigger man and what was to come made Plawan grind down to get the friction he craved.
“Did I say you could do that? Such a naughty boy. You should be punished.” Oab whispered into his ear. It only further encouraged Plawan to do it again. He needed the friction and wanted to be punished. Oab removed his leg leaving Plawan whining for it.
First, Plawan’s shirt was ripped over his head and thrown to the side. Then, Oab unbuttoned the front of Plawan’s jeans. Oab unzipped them drawing out the sound it made. While he undid the zipper slowly, he was quick to pull down Plawan’s jeans and his underwear with it. The chilly kitchen air hitting his now bare ass sent a shiver through Plawan. Or it could be the fact that he was naked and unable to move until his man let him.
Oab took a minute to appreciate the view. The skin of Plawan’s ass was pale and unblemished. A blank canvas for Oab to turn red. He could not help getting a handful and squeezing, making Plawan moan. When he finally let go, he could see the outline of where his fingers were on his skin before they faded away. That would not do. He wanted to leave a mark. He wanted to leave his imprint on Plawan. Make him feel it, feel him, long after this.
Oab’s long arm reached past Plawan towards the container that held the kitchen utensils. He grabbed the silicone spatula. Plawan looked back at Oab to see him smack the spatula on his own hand. The sound of it alone made Plawan’s hardening member twitch. It hadn’t even been used on him yet and he was already affected by it.
“Face forward.” Oab ordered. Doing so meant Plawan had no warning of the first hit. The sudden contact made him jump. Oab first hit his right cheek and quickly followed with the left. The loud smacking sound echoed in the empty kitchen. Oab loved watching the hit cause a ripple along his skin. So much so he landed another hit to see it again. Plawan couldn’t keep still while Oab paused to watch. The silicon was too soft for Plawan. It did not give him the stinging sensation he ached for. He knew exactly how to fix that.
“Is that all?” Those three words were sure to set off Oab and they did. He huffed and slammed the spatula on the counter. He reached for the utensils again and this time selected the wooden spoon. He brought it down hard on the soft cheek. The sound was louder this time as was the moan it brought out of Plawan. The sting felt delicious to Plawan. And Oab enjoyed the pink color it caused to bloom on his skin.
“Is this enough for you?” Oab asked and did not wait for the answer before giving another rough spank. It was not enough. Plawan moaned for more.
“I will beat your ass raw.” Oab said and quickly proved. Two more hits landed, each making Plawan yelp. Plawan was painfully hard now, and each hit was making it worse. As much as he was enjoying this, he needed something more.
Oab finally stopped to appreciate his work. Plawan’s skin was the perfect shade of red. Oab put down the spoon to free his hands to feel. He placed a hand on either cheek which made Plawan react to the sensitive skin being touched. The skin was hot to the touch. Oab used one hand to free himself from his clothes.
He rubbed his thick cock head against the raw skin leaving a trail of fluid. He rubbed it in as if it was aloe. It was not soothing to Plawan who was getting impatient. Oab was not done though as he now used his own cock to smack against the cheeks. He liked the small thwack sound it made and how tacky it was when he lifted it again, seeing the small trail of precum.
“Chef, please.” Plawan started begging. He wiggled his ass in anticipation. He could not stand it anymore. He would happily take more spanks, but he needed Oab in him while he did it.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Oab asked as he circled his cock head around Plawan’s already used hole. It had taken his abuse earlier and was ready to do so again. Plawan pushed back onto Oab’s cock, his hole greedily trying to take him in as an answer.
“Use your words. I asked if you have learned your lesson.” Oab chided though he had to use restraint to resist sinking into Plawan’s wet heat. The way his hole clenched around nothing almost broke his resolve.
“No, I haven’t.” Plawan said, surprising Oab. But the man was more than happy to continue the lesson. Before he could pick up the wooden spoon again, Plawan spoke up.
“You need to fuck me raw.” His voice was pure sex as he said it. He looked back at Oab, eyes daring him to do so. To finish it off, Plawan said another begging please. That is all it took for Oab to line himself up and plunge into the man. The sensation brought out a moan from both of them.
“You take my cock so well. Don’t you?” Oab said, watching as he slowly slid in and out of the smaller man. The red ring of the man’s hole tightened on his way out as if to try to keep him in. Plawan had not acknowledged his words other than moaning and that would not do. Oab raised his hand up and brought it down sharply on his ass. The feeling of being stretched open and then the sting of pain on his already sensitive ass made Plawan wail. He needed to cum so badly and the only way Oab would let him was for him to obey.
“I take your cock so well because you fuck me so good.” Plawan hoped these words would inspire Oab because he was getting fed up with the slow pace. It felt amazing having Oab slowly carve out a path in and out of him, but it was not enough. He wanted it to be hard and fast. He needed it.
Oab was more than willing to give that to Plawan. He picked up the speed of his thrusts making each one harder than the last. Plawan’s ass reddened even more as it was continually smacked by Oab’s hips. The barrage of hits directly to his prostate was making Plawan weak. He could barely hold himself up anymore and another harsh thrust had him collapsing onto the cold metal countertop. The smooth surface offered nothing for him to hold onto so his sweaty body slid forwards every thrust. Now his chest would be as red as his behind. His fingers flexed as he desperately wanted to touch himself, but he could not do so without Oab’s permission. Trying to do so would either gain him another spanking, which he was not opposed to, or would cause Oab to punish him in another way like stopping all together. Plawan would not survive being deprived of his cock now, so he had to muster up what was left of his voice.
“Chef. Please let me cum.” Plawan pleaded, voice breaking halfway as he was slammed into again. Oab did not let up on his pace as he considered it. His own balls were tightening up asking for release so he should be kind on Plawan. Other than some back talk, which was impossible for Plawan not to do, he was good for Oab. Plawan had taken his punishment well. As much as Oab loved to punish him in this way, he liked rewarding him even more so.
In this case that meant finally giving the man’s untouched dick some much needed attention. It had been dribbling precum down its length but now Oab’s large hand wrapped around it caused it to fully drip onto the floor below. Plawan’s thank you for the touch was almost inaudible over the smacking of their skin. A few loose strokes had him cumming. His orgasm surged through his body causing his hole to pulse around Oab. It was too much for Oab and he reached his peak. He pulled out and released himself on Plawan. The white of his release splattered across the raw red skin in front of him.
The air that had been filled with Plawan’s moans and the slapping of skin quieted down to just their harsh panting as they caught their breath. Once Oab had enough air in his lungs, he started on aftercare as he enjoyed that part just as much as what comes before it. He placed a kiss on Plawan’s back and told him how good he was. He warned Plawan that he needed to grab something to clean him off and he would be right back. He grabbed a kitchen rag and came back to Plawan who still seemed out of it. He was brought back to the world as the rough rag was wiped across his irritated skin. The older man helped the other stand up and put on his underwear. Plawan was then lifted and placed to sit on the counter, hissing in pain when his bottom met the table. He would be feeling this for quite a while.
“So can we actually cook the steak now?” Plawan asked as he looked at the raw steak that had started off everything. He had just taken it out of the refrigerator before Oab grabbed it from him and began this scene. Plawan enjoyed playing along but they came to make dinner as he needed energy to recover from the marathon of sex they were having prior. Now he was even more fucked out than before and absolutely starving.
“Do you want it cooked? I can make steak tartare. I know how much you like it raw.”
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Hello all! This work is a gift fic for the Change Gift Exchange 2024 for Fangirl_in_distress. Thank you so much for the prompt. I will take any opportunity to write smut for this pairing. I hopefully it was what you were looking for and enjoyed it!