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Phoenix rolled over and spooned up behind Miles. He rubbed his face into the crook of Miles’s neck and listened to Miles’s happy sigh.
And he waited.
The night before, Phoenix had been treated to one of his favourite experiences.
Miles had knelt up, straddling Phoenix’s face, with Phoenix spread under him, vulnerable and half-gone with the joy of it; arms raised submissively onto the pillow above his head, mouth a little open, tongue a little out, watching as Miles jerked himself over his face. Snarling down at him, pressing out the most delicious curses, degrading Phoenix as only he could, “Fuck you, Wright, you piece of worthless shit, this is what you’re for. This is all you’re for.”
And Phoenix had writhed. Writhed and moaned and somehow managed an agreement of, “Yes, yes, use me,” with his tongue still out and waiting, his mouth still open.
When Miles had come a thick white stream over Phoenix face, he’d stared down at him like he was seeing the Rapture. The world slowed as he sat back and gently, somewhat reverently, touched Phoenix’s sticky bottom lip then, with a fingertip, pushed a little more come into Phoenix’s panting mouth.
Phoenix sucked his finger clean. “Thank you,” he breathed as Miles slithered off him onto his side of the bed.
“You’re welcome, pervert,” Miles muttered sleepily. “Now go get cleaned up.”
“I don’t want to,” Phoenix said. “I want to sleep with it on my face.”
“Christ,” said Miles, fading into sleep. “Is there no end to your appetite for debasement? Stay on your side of the bed then.”
It was that part of the previous night that Phoenix was waiting for Miles to remember as he buried his face in Miles’s neck.
And sure enough, the moment Miles realised was strikingly evident as he jolted suddenly away. “Wright, damn you, get off me. Get that mess off me.”
“It’s dry,” Phoenix laughed as Miles turned to look at him. Face full of anger. “It’s basically gone.” He rubbed at his jaw.
Miles was perched in a spot as far away as he could get without falling off the bed. “You’re an appalling human being.”
“Maybe, but what’s worse? Being an appalling human being or being in love with an appalling human being,” said Phoenix, moving across the bed to Miles and pulling him into a hug which he only faintly resisted.
“Everything in this bed needs to be washed,” Miles muttered into Phoenix’s shoulder.
“Sure, sure,” Phoenix said, dropping kisses onto Miles’s hair, “but later. Right now we have to get up. It’s Justice’s birthday party today. I’ll just grab a quick shower and then I need to go and get him a present. I promised we’d be early. He really wants us there.”
“He really wants you there,” said Miles. “He has a crush on you.”
“Only because I’m a mentor figure.”
Miles pulled out of the embrace so he could look Phoenix in the eye. “More fool him. Perhaps he’s hoping for a birthday spanking.”
Phoenix rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why everyone seems to think I am birthday spankings on tap.” He looked incredulous. “Do I exude that?”
“Not to me,” said Miles.
“I mean, what about me? Where is my birthday spanking?”
“Well,” said Miles, placing a hand on Phoenix’s shoulder and rolling him on to his belly. “If you are so bereft.” Miles stroked a hand over Phoenix’s bare ass.
Phoenix gave in easily to being repositioned, but when his face was on the pillow, he said, “But it’s not my birthday.”
“Are you saying I can’t spank you?”
“No. You can do anything you want to me.”
Miles’s voice dropped somewhere darker. His groin was pressed against Phoenix’s hip. “Say that properly,” he said, grinding onto Phoenix.
Phoenix turned his head and looked up at Miles, eyes as wide an innocent as he could make them . “Sir. You can do anything you want to me sir.” He took a breath. “You can cut my tits off.”
Miles reared away in horror as Phoenix dropped laughing hysterically back onto the pillow. “Jesus,” yelped Miles. “Fucking what? What the hell did you say that for?”
Phoenix looked up again, still laughing. “I dunno, I just, when you’re so serious and masterful I just get these urges to say the worst possible thing.”
Miles still looked horrified. “Oh my god. Go shower.”
“Wait. I don’t get a spanking now?”
“Absolutely not. Get away from me, you deviant.”
“Aww don’t be like that. Do you want me to make it up to you? I could apologise properly.“ Phoenix looked up at Miles through his lashes, and bit his lip. He saw Miles’s mouth tense. “Come on, I know you’re weak for this, shit, baby. Sir.”
Miles shoved Phoenix over onto his back and swung a leg over his body, straddling his chest. Phoenix sighed, throwing his arms up above his head, mimicking the position he’d been in last night. Miles reached down and touched his cheek. His skin felt gritty. “Oh my god I should…” he tailed off.
“You should what, sir?” Phoenix said, bucking his hips. “Fuck me? How about you paddle me first. With that big one with the holes. The one we hardly ever use.”
“We don’t use it because it gave you a blister.”
“Yeah,” said Phoenix dreamily.
Miles frowned. “Don’t look like that about a blister.”
“Okay not that one. Another one. But paddle me then fuck me. You really ought to. That’d show me.”
“Wright, you do know, don’t you, that I have dedicated my entire life to studying punitive justice?”
Phoenix grabbed one of Miles’s hands and dropped a kiss to the knuckles. “Sure do baby,” he said between pecks.
“So, I do understand how a disincentive works.”
“Lets not get into that. We have a party to go to and I doubt there’s time for your philosophical thoughts about submission now.” Phoenix sucked one of Miles’s fingers into his mouth. He saw Miles’s breath hitch.
“It strikes me,” Miles said, only slightly awkwardly around his ragged breathing, “that talking about the inherent contradictions in your particular brand of deviance would be a far more fitting punishment than, uh, fucking you.”
“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said around the finger in his mouth. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
“Fine,” said Miles with a sigh of resignation. “Let’s do it. When do we need to leave?”
“If we’re gonna pick up that gift, about now.”
“Could we skip the gift,” Miles said, shifting his weight on Phoenix’s chest.
“We could give him something we have around.”
“Like what?”
“My dick?” Phoenix shrugged. “I could let him blow me. He’d love that.”
“Well, I suppose that’s an option if we don’t come up with anything else. Now roll back over.”
While Phoenix was repositioning Miles leant over the side of the bed and pulled out the box of sex toys, searching for a paddle. “You know,” he said, in that voice that meant he was about to go off on a irritating, poorly-timed sidebar, “there’s so much stuff in here we’ve never even use.”
“Oh please no,” Phoenix muttered into the pillow.
“This vibrator is still in it’s packaging,” Miles continued, oblivious. “And there’s another paddle here we’ve never touched. It’s still in the bag from the store. Want to use it now?”
“No,” said Phoenix. “Use the big one like I said.”
“I wil not.”
“Okay, use my favourite. Use the spiky one.”
“This one?” said Miles, righting himself onto the bed, holding a small black leather paddle.“You sure?” The paddle in question, was vicious, dotted over with metal teeth. Phoenix felt his lower body liquify at the sight of it.
Phoenix was sure. “God yes,” he breathed. “Make me fucking scream” He writhed a little on the bed.
“We’ll see about that.” Miles stared at Phoenix with blackening eyes. “Say it properly this time.”
“You can do anything you want to me, sir.” Phoenix said, holding his gaze, feeling every word in his dick.
Miles touched paddle to Phoenix’s ass. “Including hit you six times with this?” He moved it a little so some of the metal teeth snagged against Phoenix’s skin.
“Yes. Please yes,” Phoenix said, voice ragged. He was rubbing his hard dick against the bed.
“Good,” said Miles, sounding a little dreamy as he raised the paddle and hit Phoenix’s ass.
It smacked down. It hurt. Phoenix pushed out on a moan.
He could hear Miles’s breathing deepen. “God,” he said. “God, I love the sounds you make.”
Phoenix jerked his ass a little into the air. “Make me make more of them then. Ah.” He broke off into a cry and another moan as Miles hit him again, a little harder, and with a drag that scraped the prickles over his sore skin. “Fuck,” he murmured into the pillow.
“More?”
“Mmm, yes. Harder.”
“I am so glad you said that.”
The next smack of the paddle was much harder. So hard it took Phoenix’s breath, tipping him over into exclaiming, “Ah, Christ. Fuck,” hips jolting up and down.
“Like that?”
“Yes. Do that again.”
“With pleasure.” Miles did exactly that, twice more and on the second, Phoenix screamed. No words this time.
“Last one,” said Miles, stroking a hand across Phoenix’s sore skin. “You look beautiful like this, by the way. Say you love me.”
“I love you, I love you, Miles,” Phoenix burbled out, “God, hit me. Make it count.”
Miles hit Phoenix so hard he seemed to jolt across the bed. Above him he heard Miles sigh at the sound he made, the twisted gasp of pain and arousal. Phoenix panted hard into the pillow and it felt as it Miles’s slippery fingers were in him the next moment, his other hand cupping Phoenix’s ass, worrying places where he was sore, fingernails going into welts as Miles fucked into him at the same time.
The place Phoenix was in, it was already almost too much.
“Just fuck me,” Phoenix moaned. “I’m so close. I don’t want to come on your hand. Please.”
Miles’s voice was dark and low. “Don’t you dare come until I say you can.”
“Fuck. You know talking like that makes it worse.”
Miles pinched one of the welts on his ass, and hissed, “Then spread your fucking legs.”
Phoenix did as he was told, feeling disjointed, drunk on the pain and ready for any sensations Miles wished to inflict. The one he got was familiar: Miles’s well lubed dick, slipping into him, easy and slow. “Miles,” he sobbed out, overwhelmed by it, as he felt Miles weight settle over him.
“Don’t fucking come. Don’t you dare fucking come yet.” Miles said, pulling back out and sliding in faster, harder.
“Please. Jesus, please.” Phoenix’s dick was blindingly hard against the bed, trapped between his body and the rumpled sheets, every thrust Miles made into him felt like and orgasm he had to fight back from the brink of. “I can’t fucking wait.”
“Not. Yet.”
“Fuck,” Phoenix panted. “Don’t do this. Let me.”
“Just a moment longer. Wait. Oh.” And with that, Miles came himself, jerking into Phoenix, his head falling onto Phoenix’s shoulder as he rode it. Phoenix shuddered under him, waiting for Miles to give him a permission to join him, but he didn’t.
Instead, Miles slipped out of Phoenix and, with a grunt, got him over onto his back.
Astride his thighs now, Miles smiled down. Phoenix was squirming under him, feeling like there was nothing in the world except his angry, desperate dick.
He looked up at Miles, who looked worryingly pleased with himself. “What now?
“We have to go,” said Miles, patting Phoenix lightly on the flank. “You can come when we get home.”
The words sunk slowly into Phoenix’s fuck-drunk brain,“Oh fuck you. Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No,” Miles said mildly. “Not in the least.”
Phoenix looked down at his dick, angry and red-purple between his thighs, screaming to be attended to. If Miles didn’t let him come he would spend the entire afternoon squirming, aching, thinking about nothing except how much he needed to get off. “You can’t, Christ, you can’t fucking do this,” said Phoenix, a low growl.
“Temper, Wright. Snarling makes you look quite feral. Almost Tigresque.”
“Oh my god. You absolute bastard. You are loving this.”
Miles smiled a smile that twisted in Phoenix’s guts as he hopped off Phoenix. “Like I said earlier Wright, I’ve made a study of methodologies of appropriate punishment for wrong doing my life’s work. Now, get dressed. We’re going to be late.”
“Fuck,” Phoenix said, turning away and hauling himself and his painful erection out of bed. “Fuck you, Miles.”
“You’re welcome, pervert.”
*
“I cannot believe you gave Justice that as a gift,” said Miles as they finally returned from Apollo’s birthday party, tipsy and tired.
“Why? Like you said, We’ve never even taken that paddle out of the bag from the store.”
“Justice looked mortified.”
“Ah, he always looks like that. And Gavin looked pleased.”
“He did. Do you think he thought it was a guitar?”
“Surely he knows a guitar when he see one,” said Phoenix, flopping onto the couch.
Miles joined him, nestling close, “Which one of them do you think…”
“Get’s paddled? I reckon it’s Gavin.”
“Really. But Justice is so small? And you said he wanted to blow you.”
“Oh sure, but who doesn’t?”
“Good point,” said Miles, holding Phoenix’s gaze and he slipped off the couch to kneel on the floor, spreading Phoenix’s legs so he could take up position between them.
Phoenix watched as Miles began to unbutton shirt. “Oh thank god,” he murmured as Miles carefully placed his folded shirt on the couch and began to undo the button of Phoenix’s fly.
Without a word, Miles took Phoenix’s dick in his mouth, gently rolling his lips over the head to enclose it, tongue circling. He watched Phoenix while he did it. Locked eyes and, when he had the entire thing sucked soft into his mouth, he paused to give a low gasp of pleasure, like Phoenix’s dick was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted.
That alone was almost enough to make Phoenix come.
But he held off, watching, as Miles slipped his mouth lower, taking the whole thing down his throat. “Fuck, Miles. Who taught you to do this,” Phoenix gasped. Knowing very well who taught him all his most devastating dick sucking moves.
Miles didn’t reply and Phoenix lay back on the couch and gave himself over to pleasure.