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Kinks are not something that Neil thought he would explore. Sure, there’s his neck kink where he absolutely loves Andrew’s neck, but that’s about it. He has searched them before but there are so many odd ones that he quickly shut off his internet browser. Plus, some of them looked painful. Why anyone would subject themselves to that kind of pain is beyond him.
Yet he can’t seem to stop thinking about them. Well, he can’t stop thinking about one in particular. Spanking. The thought of Andrew spanking him while his cock slides in and out of him makes his body hot. He feels embarrassed when he thinks about wanting it, about begging for it, but his body seems to thinks differently.
He wants to know what it would be like to feel the bite of Andrew’s palm on his ass. He wants to be able to feel it when he sits down, to feel the need to squirm and feel the heat spread through him.
He just…doesn’t know how to bring it up to Andrew. Turns out that he doesn’t have to worry about it when he’s sitting in his boyfriend’s lap, mouth dragging lazily over his jawbone. He doesn’t know how they ended up in this position if he’s being honest. All he remembers is Andrew leaning in, saying ‘yes or no?’ and here he is, straddling Andrew’s thighs, gripping the front of his shirt like his life depends on it. His pants are somewhere on the floor.
Andrew’s fingers slide down the back of his boxer briefs, groping his ass to drag him forward. The motion creates friction to his already hardening cock, creating a moan that slips past his lips.
“Fuck.”
“I assume that’s where this is heading,” Andrew murmurs, teeth nipping at Neil's bottom lip before dipping his tongue in for a taste. For a moment Neil is content to just kiss his boyfriend, except his thoughts have different plans. He remembers last night’s masturbation fantasy, not that he can easily get it out of his head in the first place. Andrew had been spanking him, one hand in his hair and the other sliding over his reddened cheeks. His hips were continuing to move at a quick pace and it had been so hot and filthy that he ended up coming too quickly.
“What’s got you so distracted?”
Neil pulls back, hands placed on Andrew’s chest to keep himself steady. How can he explain his kink to Andrew? Does he come right out and say it or does he drop hints? He doesn’t know. He didn’t get that far in the article.
“You’re scaring me, Josten.”
“I want you to spank me.”
Confront the kink head on it is, then.
“You want me to what?”
He doesn't look put off by the idea at least. That's a good sign. Maybe he'll want to do this. There's only one way to find out.
"I want you to spank me. I-I saw the kink online once and I couldn't get the image of you spanking me out of my head. I don't know know why, but the thought of you having complete control always has me squirming. I may or may not have masturbated to that fantasy last night while you were away."
He's met with complete silence. He tries not to fidget as seconds turn into a minute in which Andrew hasn't said a word to him yet. He's beginning to think he made a mistake.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. You don't have to-"
"No. I want to."
That's a complete shock to him, but the way he says it makes a shiver slide down his spine. He arches his back, chest flush up against Andrew's.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything."
"You didn't, Neil. I want to do this. I'd be lying if I said the thought of you on your knees before me, back arched and saying my name doesn't turn me on. It's a great picture actually."
Neil can't help but groan at those words. They go straight to his cock where he can feel precum already starting to leak out of his slit. He leans in close, lips hovering.
"I want you to take complete control. I'm yours for the night."
Andrew kisses him, teeth nipping at his bottom lip before slipping his tongue in again. Neil's hands slide through his boyfriend's hair, a little longer now that the season is over but it's just enough length for him to pull. He feels himself being pushed, the sheet hitting his back but Andrew's lips never leave his.
Neil spreads his legs enough for Andrew to slide through, but he's only there long enough to grind their cocks together. Then he's pulling away, making Neil groan in frustration.
"Get on your hands and knees and face away from me." The words are low and raspy, his eyes almost pitch black. It's enough to make Neil scramble until he's in the position Andrew wants him in.
It makes him a tad anxious that he can't see what his boyfriend is doing. He allows himself a couple of deep breaths and thinks of all the pleasure that's to come for him, arching his back enough to stick out his ass, letting himself grind against Andrew's front. He needs something, some kind of touch right now.
Neil hears the smack before the pain registers. The shock of it makes him yelp; it makes his muscles clamp up, but it's not a bad feeling. It's just how he expected it to feel. Painful and just on the right side of pleasure.
"Are you okay?" Andrew whispers, fingers curling under the band of his boxer briefs. His skin is tingling now. He can't imagine what it's going to feel like when Andrew's hand connects to his bare skin.
"I'm okay. Keep going. I want the pain. I want to sit down tomorrow and squirm because it’ll remind me of what we did tonight.”
Andrew slides the rest of his underwear down, letting Neil pick up his knees long enough to slip them all the way off. He’s left completely naked while his boyfriend is completely clothed. Something about that seems so erotic to him.
“Don’t leave me waiting," Neil teases.
“Maybe I should,” Andrew purrs, the palms of his hands pressing into his bare ass. Neil can feel himself shaking. He wants this so much. “Maybe I should wait until you’re practically begging me to spank you. Would you like that?”
Neil shakes his head. A soft moan slips past his lips as Andrew starts massaging his ass. His boyfriend keeps whispering filthy praises to him. It’s such a completely different side of him that it turns Neil on immensely.
Never in his life did he think their relationship would get to this point, not that he’s complaining of course. He’s loving this side of Andrew, and he’s loving the fact that he himself is able to let go like this.
“Tell me if I go too far.”
Neil nodding is all the confirmation he needs before Andrew gives his right cheek another smack. The pain stretches through him, his back arching, pushing himself further towards his boyfriend. Another smack to the same area has him crying out. He knows his teammates will be able to hear him but that’s what makes this so much more fun.
“You’re so loud,” Andrew hisses, sliding a free hand down the dip of his back until it’s sliding into his hair. He grabs enough of it to pull Neil’s head back, the pain of it all bordering on too much. “The whole dorm is going to be able to hear you by the time I’m done with you.”
Andrew grinds against him at the same time his hand comes in contact with this ass—“Oh fuck. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” Andrew’s teeth nip at the curve of his shoulder, soothing the bite with a flick of his tongue. “Did you or did you not give me total control tonight?”
“Yes,” Neil breathes out. Of course he did. But his cock is so hard that he feels like he’s about to come already. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take of this.
“You’re doing so well for me, and you’re already so hard.”
Andrew takes his hand away from his hair, sliding it down over his stomach where he wraps his hand around Neil’s aching cock. It’s then that he decides to bring his hand down again, making sure to give his left cheek some needed attention.
The bite of Andrew’s palm leaves him panting, his cock leaking freely now. Thinking about being in this situation is one thing, but actually being in it is a completely different feeling. Nor did he know that getting spanked could feel so good.
He doesn’t know what he loves more if he’s being honest. He loves that his ass is stinging and that he’ll definitely be able to feel it in the morning with how hard Andrew’s slaps have been. He loves that Andrew is taking control, and he loves that the two of them can let go without their past getting in the way. It has been a rocky road to get to where they both need to be but at least they’re here now.
Andrew’s palm squeezes around his cock the same time his hand comes down again. The feeling takes him over the edge and with a broken moan he’s coming. It takes him a while to come down from his high, his breathing ragged and his heart racing.
“Shit, we’re going to do that again.”
“Hopefully sometime in the future. I don’t think your ass can take much more of a beating tonight.”
Andrew’s hands smooth over the irritated skin, a gentle caress compared to harsh movements only seconds before. A mischievous smile covers Neil’s lips as he grinds himself back on his boyfriend’s erection. The rough material of his jeans slides over his sensitive skin, eliciting a gasp. The feeling goes straight to his cock and Neil knows that this night is far from over.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Neil flips himself over, spreading his legs enough for Andrew to see his already hardening cock. “I think I can handle a lot more than you think.”
His boyfriend slides in between his legs, those beautiful hands of his running over his kneecaps and down his thighs. His mouth is on Neil’s, hot and heavy—a promise of what the rest of the night will bring.
It’s well past midnight before the two of them go to bed, but none of them are complaining.