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Brent sometimes forgot how strong Axel actually was. He always wore these long sleeved shirts that hid his biceps and would always touch him so gently that he would feel as though he was melting. But the moment that he got rough with him, it was as though he an forget the world and suddenly nothing felt as important anymore.
Like now. He felt everything around him shift as he was lying on the other’s lap in seconds, felt tossed like a rag doll. He was short of breath already, but he tried to look unaffected by keeping a straight face.
“Hello Axel, any reason you got me over your lap?” He bit his bottom lip as excitement and anticipation rose, hoping he’d get the spanking that he rightfully deserved. He was cheeky all morning before leaving for work.
“And someone else is thinking of bruising up my cheeks because I was being cheeky?” And he still was, unable to help himself even though he knew he may be going too far. But so what if he did? What was the worst that can happen? Axel’s strength was intimidating, even to him, but Brent had advanced healing so he was going to be fine afterwards. It was always exciting to bring out this dark side to Axel that he knew he always had.
Jeans fell to the floor in a heap, followed by his boxers before he strolled back to Axel, sitting obediently on his lap as his bareness was completely offered for his husband to do as he pleased.
“I am very muchly thinking of bruising up those lovely cheeks of yours, and I have a feeling it is what you wanted all along.” He whispered as Brent lay across his lap once more. He lightly ran his hand over his cheeks before lightly slapping it. Smiling at how it reacted to the hit.
Axel kissed Brent’s back lightly before slapping his ass a little harder this time, feeling the warmth of the hit as blood rushed to the area. “HOw many do you think you deserve?” He asked Brent as he gave him another smack.
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