[of course harry knows better--anyone would be an idiot to mistake teddy for some little bimbo. dumb like a fox perhaps, when he's playing at it, otherwise he's whip smart and pays attention to the details, covering it with his outlandish sense of humour and over the top commentary that sometimes distracts others or leaves them off-footed. of course harry's got plenty of bias in the matter when he's the man who gets to come home to teddy every night he's in london and has gotten to see parts of him he doesn't think any of his other flings ever have. but he wouldn't want it any other way--even if he knows (thinks) that this will be fleeting for teddy just like so many other things in his young life.
none of that matters now. it's not hard to pretend he's pleased by his "secretary's" good advice, eyes darkening with lust and the sudden deprivation of the pressure between his legs. the ache doesn't go anywhere, and harry's jaw twitches in anticipation as he does as teddy suggests and sits next to him. he inclines a brow as if to silently say go on.]
It has been an exceptionally long day.
[he lets his thigh nudge up slightly against teddy's.]
[Now that he has Harry right where he wants him, he’ll allow the contact of thigh against thigh. Only for a moment though, hand ghosting over Harry’s leg as he slides off the bed and to his knees. A seemless movement that has him in front of his needing boss.
Slotted comfortably between Harry’s thighs. Teddy’s hands get right to work, unbuckling a pricey leather belt and tugging it from the loopholes of pants that always fit so perfect. Of course, it would be shameful if they didn’t considering Harry’s line of work. Whether it’s his actual work or not, well that’s a whole other topic. For another time when he’s not getting ready to blow the handsome man in front of him.]
Oh, Mr. Hart... I’ll make sure you’ll forget all about that.
[Hes got his pants open now, hand reaching into them to cup the ever impressive bulge and giving it an appreciative squeeze.]
This will take a lot of diligent attention, it’s so hard and seems painful.
[A cute little pout as if he feels bad for Harry’s “pain”. Finally he’ll pull him from the constricting space of his pants, holding his coco by the base with both hands. It’s big after all, he definitely needs both hands.]
I don’t know how you manage to work dealing with this, sir.
[One hand strokes him, working slowly over the thick cock as he leans down, pushing his ass out, the short skirt barely covering the swell of it. He’s putting on a show for Harry, obviously, but he’s got to have something pretty to look down at. Besides the beautiful scene as Teddy lightly pecks the head of his cock, tongue lapping out to taste him.
He’ll pause only a second, before his lips part to take Harry slowly into his mouth. The red of his lipstick obscene as it instantly smears over his cock.]
[teddy makes it easy to lie back and relax--to let his thighs splay open a little more and one of his big hands come down and splay across the nape of his neck. he doesn't let his fingers card through the lovely waves teddy's gone to the effort of styling, not wanting to spoil that image while he has it.
it's not like this isn't something they've done before--teddy has been on his knees countless times for harry. but this is the first time they've taken a stab at this kind of game, and it's definitely the first time harry feels a low spike of something dangerous in his gut. normally with teddy he's careful--not to say that they don't have their passionate moments and fast, hard sex--but there are lines he needs to stay within. teddy is light-hearted and fun, and he's used to seeing the polished, pristine sides of harry that are allowed. tonight feels different though, it feels like the apex predator he keeps sealed inside after his kills and brilliantly brutal missions is creeping into the edges. it feels like he wants to push teddy to harder limits--to fuck that pretty little mouth until his lipstick is a smeared mess of saliva and mixing with tears from practically choking on harry's cock.
his cock throbs, just in time for teddy's delicate little hands to wrap around the base of his cock. harry's hand grows all the more possessive, blunt ends of his nails digging in slightly against the crown of his head as he hisses out an exhale.]
I'd say it's not nearly as distracting as this lovely little ensemble of yours.
[harry's voice is low, practically liquid how smooth it is as his eye narrows and focuses on the way his skirt is one wrong shift from riding all the way up that sweet little arse.
and then he looks down just in time to see teddy laving that wicked little tongue across him, besmirching his red lipstick in a streak across the head of his cock. something stirs in harry at the visual--maybe it's the vivid red, reminding him of blood he's spilled before. he wonders what teddy would say if he ever saw harry covered in blood that wasn't his, hair askew and chest heaving with exertion from a kill nearly as exhilarating as a good fuck.
he has the very distinct impression teddy would be gleeful to see it. and he can't show him that, but he can give him a taste.]
You like doing this for me, don't you?
You like taking my big cock until you can hardly breathe, isn't that right Edward?
[Oh if only Harry knew. Teddy may be the light hearted sweetheart most see him as, but he’s got dark desires too. Dangerous ones. He’s played a little here or there with past flings, but with Harry he never figured he’d get the chance. Harry so gentlemanly, so kind, even when they fucked hard and unrelenting it still wasn’t anything above vanilla for him.
Which he didn’t mind honestly, sex with Harry was still fantastic.
He’s proud when Harry mentions his outfit, he’s made sure it was perfect after all, shifting his hips so the skirt slips up just a smidge higher. There’s a flash of red, bright against the pale of his skin. God but he hopes it will drive him wild.
Teddy doesn’t know if it’s that or Harry’s just getting more into this boss character, but when he starts speaking like that, asking him such filthy things his eyes flicker up to the face looking down at him. Edward, it’s someone hotter when he uses his full name, voice low and dangerous sounding. He’ll relinquish Harry’s cock from his mouth, hand still stroking him, looking a right mess already. Lipstick smeared, but it’ll be worse by the end of things.]
I love it. It feels so good, sir.
[God now he wants it more than anything, to have Harry fuck his mouth good and hold him there until he’s choking. If there’s a good way to die it would be blowing Harry Hart. Not that he’s planning to perish sucking his dick, but on a list of ways to kick the bucket...]
I wish I could take your cock all day.
[What a life that would be, Harry at a nice desk, him under it, a pillow for his knees as he serviced him all day long. Jaw sore from it, it sounded like a wonderful fantasy really. But enough talking, Teddy misses the feel of him in his mouth, the taste, and he’s taking him back in, not bothering with slow or teasing now. Not now that Harry has fired up his imagination.]
[maybe he'd have let this side of himself show sooner if he'd known teddy was having anything remotely close to those kinds of thoughts. harry hart--vanilla? what a laughable idea, even if he knows the persona he's fed teddy is definitely meant to seem more clean-cut than his actual self. but he's been with teddy long enough now for him to have earned some trust, and it's not like harry hadn't seen the rap sheet or thought the boy completely innocent when he'd first looked him up. something tells him teddy is going to be wildly enthusiastic when he gets to see this shift.
there's a low groan in his throat, another scratch of nails at the nape of teddy's neck as his hips jerk forward without warning at teddy pulling away with his mouth.]
Red knickers? You filthy little trollop. How lucky you're willing to take care of so much hard work for me--it's a wonder I'd be able to get anything done around here with you distracting me so.
But the colour--it suits you.
[his hand grips a little harshly at teddy's chin, thumb smearing across that lipstick again and dragging it down like a line of blood from his mouth where it's already been ruined by his cock. but then teddy acts as if he can't be parted from having it down his throat for too long, and honestly harry is only human--would be fucking crazy to protest otherwise.
what a lovely idea that would be though. it doesn't take much for his mind to wander down the same idea. teddy at his desk, perched underneath and just suckling away all day long. not enough to get him off really, just keeping it nice and slick and warm--ready for the grand finale in which harry would gladly haul him up onto his desk and bury himself all the way to the hilt before fucking the daylights out of him.
he breathes out harsh through his nose, nostrils flaring and eyes falling closed for a minute while he pictures it. and when he opens them the picture is just as nice, teddy making every effort to prove how badly he wants it. well, harry can oblige on testing the limits of his breathing. the next time teddy sucks his way down towards the base, harry's hand will tighten, holding him there.]
I'd just love to use that filthy mouth of yours, like I am now. Let's see how long you can hold it for me.
[God everything about this is going straight to his cock. He can hear those harsh breaths, sees the way Harry's eyes close for a second, then he's looking at him and it's all he wants.
'Look at me', Teddy thinks, 'Don't take your eyes off me', because he feels amazing right now and he knows he looks like a fucking mess. The good sort of mess of course, the sort he knows should push all the right buttons for Harry. Damn well it seems to be doing the trick. With the way that hand is holding him firm, making it so can't really pull back, the long thickness filling his throat and all he can do is breathe through his nose.
He moans, long and low, like a goddamn whore. That's what he is though isn't he? All trussed up like he is, makeup a mess with a cock down his throat. He doesn't care though, he loves it, he loves being like this for him and the fact Harry even called him that. Well, a trollop, just works him up more. Not just anyone could get away with calling him that.
Edward Smith knew who and what he was, but that didn't mean just anyone could up and call him a whore to his face, but Harry fucking Hart with his huge wonderful cock pressed down his throat could do whatever he damn well pleased. It's starting to become too much now, his throat working around the thickness, him swallowing awkwardly and Teddy starts to choke a little. He can still breath through his nostrils, but it's still starting to become a strain.
But he couldn't be more hard right now. He's got both of his hands groping, gripping at Harry's slacks, then his shirt. Needing something to keep purchase of.]
[harry's cock is practically pulsing in teddy's mouth--he can't recall the last time his nerves felt so alight and he just wanted to fucking ruin someone sexually. everything about the way teddy looks. and christ even more how he feels with that hot little mouth sucking around him and just keeping him oh so constantly aware of that velvety wetness of teddy's throat. and then he's got to let out a noise like that--low and vibrating along the shaft of his cock.
harry scrapes his nails along teddy's scalp, making a mess of those lovely curls and careful coiffing so he can tug out his internal frustrations. his eyes slip shut again, head dropping back as he keeps holding him there and listens to the way his breathing is starting to catch. he can feel the muscles of his throat constrict a little, the way his mouth trembles and spasms around him like he's struggling. and of course then come teddy's hands, scrabbling for something to grip and try to ride out the difficulty he's having not to choke.
he reaches down, thumbing along the edge of teddy's mouth and dragging a little bit of the spit that's started to gather.]
Look at you--look what an absolute fucking mess you are for me.
[he finally lifts his hands, allowing teddy to pull back as far or as little as he'd like.]
I'm going to fuck that mouth of yours now, Edward. Your jaw is going to be aching from keeping it around me, but you'll enjoy it, won't you?
[Yes, yes look at him, Harry. His nerves are on fire as he’s finally allowed to pull back, dizzy as he gasps. He’ll sit back fully allowing himself a few seconds to breathe, but his eyes never leave Harry. Or his cock. Lips parted as each breath comes harshly, tongue lapping out to wet his lips.
Already the lipstick is a loss, smeared to the high heavens, down his chin along with the shine of spit. His hairs on the way to becoming a wreck as well no thanks to Harry, curls more waves now. It’s not enough though, he wants Harry to mess him up more, to ruin him.]
Yes, sir. Please, sir.
[Hands slide over Harry’s thighs as he leans back in, cheek rubbing against the hardness still slick from being in his mouth. If Harry takes to long to shove his cock back in his mouth, Teddy will do the honors himself, taking him as far as he can without choking before bobbing head his back up. It’s not enough though, he misses the grip of Harry’s fingers in his hair, the full stretch of him forcing himself deep down his throat.]
[harry's lip curls as he watches the absolute mess he's made of teddy's mouth--the way his chin is glistening with spit from where his mouth was split apart and he wasn't able to keep it in around harry's thick cock. and then the cheeky little thing rubs up against him like that, like a fucking cat wanting to be pet. or more accurately in this case: like a little cockslut who wants to be stuffed up again.
and harry's not about to deprive him, not when he looks up with those big pretty eyes and begs him so sweetly. harry reaches forward, grip a little harsh on his chin as his thumb smears the spit and lipstick even further--down his neck a little even. the desperation in teddy as he noses forward seems like he wants harry to do what he'd experimented with again: to hold him there.
so as soon as teddy slides all the way down on a second go, harry's hand grips the back of his neck with enough force to suggest he stay. he's counting off mentally to seven--seven long seconds before he lets him go and hooks his fingers against the inside of teddy's cheeks to pry his mouth open.]
Look at that.
[said low and rough, still smooth but with a certain amount of detachment that normally wouldn't be present any other night. and then he lifts his hips with a quick jerk, fucking up into that tight heat without much warning. if it's too much teddy can pull back or cough around it, choke and spit and get away if he needs--but until he says otherwise, this is how it's going.]
Can you take that for me Edward? Do you like it like that?
[Its the truth, he loves being stuffed by Harry. This is just a new way of it. Here’s to hoping it’ll become a semi regular thing, what a better way to spend time with him than to make him choke on a nice thick cock? Speaking of, his own is hard and neglected between his thighs, the lace panties barely holding him in.
Teddy can’t stand it, not with his throat full of Harry as his eyes screw shut while he does his best to take what he’s given. The lace is sticky in the front where the head of his cock leaks a little and while he keeps one hand braced on Harry’s thigh, his other one sneaks down to rub himself. Just a little, just some pressure.
He keens low around Harry as he fucks into his mouth, wanting to tell him he loves it, to nod, but it’s not easy with his mouth so full. All he can manage is to open his eyes and peer up at him, tears pricking the corner of them. Not from any form of displeasure, far from it, it’s from the struggle of his breathing being impaired. It only makes his cock throb under the his own touch.]
[he calls it out sharp, commanding when he sees the flash of movement, shoving himself upwards in a particularly hard thrust into teddy's mouth. that's right about when teddy moans around him, the sound of it vibrating against his shaft. it's enough friction to have harry groaning out audibly too, hands fisting into teddy's hair again and using it like the reigns on a horse to drag him down onto his cock even further.
he doesn't want teddy spoiling anything harry can and wants to do--doesn't want him stealing that gift himself. but he thinks he could do with some more of those pretty little tears--the way teddy's looking up at him like harry is both his torment and his salvation all in one. he strokes his fingers again, this time a little more gently through his hair and murmurs out a soft shhh.]
I'll take care of you after this, like you take care of me. Keep your hands to yourself, Edward.
[just a little more of this game, because too much and harry will cum down his throat and spoil a good fuck. he can feel his abdomen twitching with the restraint of it, his breathing harsh and would be audible in the room if it weren't for the obscene sucking noises of teddy's slick mouth around his wet cock.]
[Bugger, does he really want him not to touch himself right now? He's so hard and he needs it, but at the reprimanding sound he'll whine taking his hand away. It's so tempting to disobey, but it's less awkward to steady himself with both hands on Harry's thighs.
If his mouth weren't full he'd make a quip about how he had been keeping his hands to himself, but currently he's stuffed. Teddy figures that he's going to get more than a mouthful at this rate, he can feel the way Harry's length throbs, hears his breath coming faster, heavy, he knows what it means. He'd not object to it either, getting his mouth used and having Harry come down the back of his throat.
After all, he'd take care of him after, they could always fuck later. Let him recuperate a bit, he's not a young man anymore as it were. Not that Teddy ever finds reason to complain about Harry's performance, he doesn't mind waiting for more fun if they need to.
Eager to please Teddy bobs his head along with each thrust, with the hands in his hair guiding him, moans peppering in between it all. God but he's getting restless when it comes to his own needs, squirming a little, he wants to touch himself so badly, but isn't sure it would be worth it. Would Harry get upset? Would he refuse to touch him? It's a risk he's willing to take as his hand starts to slip down again, meaning to go under his skirt once more.
[harry’s eyes are just about rolling back as he starts really fucking himself into teddy’s mouth—the same efforts he makes when he gets going fucking that pert little arse of his. it’s none too gentle but teddy sounds like he’s in heaven the way he moans around it and lets his mouth get slack and sloppy, turning into a receptacle for harry to just take from.
at least until he sees another flash of movement, pale skin of teddy’s arm darting down between his legs again and no doubt up his skirt. well—harry has had his fun for now and this is as good a time as any to yank him off with a fist in his hair again, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, glassy eyes and mouth a puffy mess of spit and lipstick and pre-cum. harry doesn’t waste any time hauling him up into his lap so teddy is forced to straddle him and hold onto his shoulders.]
Someone is awfully distracted. Shall we have a look at what’s got your attention? What’s more important than assisting your boss?
[one big hand fixes around his waist with a squeeze, shifting downward where his skirt is riding up already to pull it completely over his arse and bunched up around his waist. his breath catches—teddy is wearing lacy red knickers to match.]
What have we got here?
[harry’s cock throbs—clearly teddy needs some lessons in restraint, or perhaps....punishment for his insubordination. once he’s got the image of that lovey ass the same shade of cherry red as his flimsy excuse for underwear, he can’t think of anything else.]
[Annnd the jig is up. Honestly Teddy hoped for something like this, Harry getting riled up that he didn’t listen, mind whirling wondering what he’ll do. Probably fuck him hard into the mattress if this goes like any of their other nights. He barely gets a second to bemoan the loss of the hard cock between his lips when he’s pulled up onto Harry’s lap, clutching at his shoulders, face pressed into the crook of his own arm, smearing lipstick against the stark white.]
I thought you’d like it, Mr. Hart.
[His voice sounds a bit off from his throat being fucked, more proof of the filth they’ve been up to. Teddy peeks at Harry’s face, cheeks still flushed.]
... it’s a set.
[If Harry catches his drift, there’s more than just panties.]
[harry wonders why teddy's gotten so shy--hiding his face away when he looks so picture perfect. but then he gets his answer, and there's something new in his voice that he likes the sound of--that he wants more of.]
There's a dress code at this office, Edward. One you should be keenly aware of. And yet...
[he drags his hands down, pulling off his blazer and then slipping under his tank top so he can lift that over his head too. just as promised, there's a matching red lacy bra. teddy looks divine, halfway to debauched. but his underthings are still a little too pristine, and he hasn't even gotten a good look at his cock yet either. harry pulls up his skirt so it's secured and bunched up enough around his waist that it won't get in the way. his pretty little knickers are soaked in the front, a darkened damp spot more than apparent and stretched around his straining cock.
harry lets out a noise that's practically a little coo, dropping his hand down to cup one big palm around the bulge.]
And now we've got this. This is what was distracting you, wasn't it?
[He's not one to be shy at all, shy is not a word anyone would use to describe Edward Smith, but there's something to the dynamic and what they're playing at that makes him feel different right now. The way Harry speaks to him, the way he's handling him.
He loves everything about it, don't be worried about that, but it's a new side to Harry he'd not seen yet. The last man he'd been with who was even remotely close to this was. Well. He was in jail along with his brother, that's what. He was also a lot different from Harry in many respects, but Teddy liked who and what Harry was.
But by god did he fucking love this right now. He gasps softly when Harry undresses him, a little chilly now that he's not wearing as much, but it won't take much to warm him back up. Already Teddy can feel his body flushing as Harry's hand falls to touch him through his panties, lashes fluttering shut as he whimpers, hips pressing into the warmth automatically.]
Yes.
[Yes to Harry's question before he looks at him as ordered, hands sliding to the front of shirt, fingers toying with one of the buttons he finds there.]
... I've been so very naughty, sir. I know this skirt was too short for code, but I thought you would like it. I had to make sure you would see what I had waiting for you underneath it.
[When it would ride up just a bit or when he bent over of course. All part of his plan. A wicked temptress and all that. Fingers pause as he peers up at Harry from under his lashes, teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he's concerned.]
[before he can get much relief from harry's hand it's pulled away, harry letting both settle around his waist again. absently he lets his thumb stroke circles against the bare skin above the line of his panties gaze flicking down to take the lovely view in at his leisure once more.
he knows exactly what he wants to do. the question is--will teddy be alright with it? it's not outright violent per se, but there would be a much harder physical aspect to it and harry's not unhinged tonight, but he's certainly letting a few of his rougher, darker desires play into what he's doing. he doesn't want to scare teddy--but what if teddy likes that? what if he feeds right into it and laps it up? it certainly looks and sounds like it, the way he seems to be trying to push harry's buttons under the pretense of the roleplay.
his fingers slip downwards, kneading with the blunt tips of his nails against one pert cheek. he leans down, inhaling deeply against teddy's neck as he noses along his jawline. he murmurs softly, as gentle as he's managed tonight and the only "break" in how he's been treating teddy.]
If you want me to stop at any point--tell me. I will.
[teddy might have proven over time he's got a few wires crossed and he's shallowly invested in harry for sex and presents, but he still needs to be a consenting adult and he doesn't genuinely want to hurt him in any way. he's allowed to say no, to pull back and tell harry if he doesn't enjoy it after all.
but now he's all business, that cold distance in his eye and a tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach his eyes. his tone is posher than ever, matter-of-fact.]
Then let me teach you a lesson.
[it doesn't take much to manhandle teddy so his torso gets pushed onto the bed, under harry's arm so he can lean against the mattress. that leaves his legs sprawled around harry's and his arse on full display, blocking him off from seeing what harry's going to do and having to anticipate every other move.]
Count them for me.
[he wants to hear teddy's voice break on them. that's all he gets before his hand stops rubbing, lifting and swinging down with a loud smack! and then he gets to watch in fascination as the firm meat of his arse cheek jiggles from the force of it, skin already blooming with colour.]
[Teddy could go mad with the teasing his cock is getting right now. A little touch here and there, then none. He just wants a hand on his cock, Harry's hand, his hand, anything! It's almost enough with the light touches against bare skin, the way a hand sneaks down, fingers dragging against his exposed ass and nails lighting his skin on fire.
Harry doubles down with the light touch against his neck, his breath warm, voice soft, which is strange right now considering how things have gone so far. If he wants him to stop? Why would he want Harry to stop anything? The last thing he wants is for Harry to stop, he wants more, needs it.
Which doesn't prepare him at all for what happens next. It's so fluid and quick that he's suddenly pressed down partially on the bed, kept down by Harry's arm so that he has to strain to glance back, yet it doesn't help him see what he's doing. Yet as a spike of adrenaline hits him, Teddy already has a pretty good idea of what's coming next.
'Count them for me', Harry orders him and the sting of pain comes a second later, startling a gasp from his lips, sharp and sounding more like it had been punched out of him.]
Wha-- u-um, one...
[It takes a beat for Teddy to catch up with the fact he needed to count, he'd been told to, and he was already being punished so he better be good and do as told this time. For now at least. He figured it would be a couple good spanks and he'd be "punished" and that would be that, Harry would fuck him then, right? Right?
It stung, but he didn't mind the pain, he wouldn't be the first man to put his hands on him, but it was the first time Harry was doing anything like this to him.]
[he hesitates for a moment after that, astumble that teddy cat see from where he’s been pushed down like some unruly schoolboy in an old catholic school that still allowed for corporal punishment. teddy sounds so caught off guard which had partially been the point, but harry doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries and do something that will genuinely hurt or upset the boy either. but there’s no protest—not yet anyway.
and the plan is to still fuck him after this anyway. he’d said matching set—and harry simply thinks there’s a piece missing. he leaves enough time for teddy to speak up, free hand splayed across the small of his back to keep him in position. maybe teddy hasn’t discovered yet that when he jerks forward with the blows, it’ll rub his sorely ignored cock along the top of harry’s thigh.
he brings down two across the other cheek, and let it be known that this isn’t even the tip of forceful from harry. he’s still got kid gloves on to start; he can hit harder than this. but he’ll only do that once he knows teddy is truly going along with it, not just surprised and obliging out of shock. he knows it’s somethig they maybe should have discussed properly beforehand, but he wanted to surprise him and honestly the whole thing had been extremely unexpected for harry as well. still, hes going to wait and see just how his boy sounds and wriggles at this one before anything else.
his knickers won’t stay there for long—it might be humiliating for harry to be able to see him this close up and in such a position, but he wants a good glimpse of that pretty little pucker to tease at some point as well. his hand smooths along the slightly reddened skin—just enough to have started but not nearly as rich or vibrant as he’ll end up ehenvharry is through with him.]
[If he didn't want anything to do with this he would make it clear and known the second he wasn't interested. Harry is still in the clear, even if it feels a bit uncertain right off.
When the next hits land he's counting each in gasps, head resting against one of his arms as the mix of pain and pleasure do wild things to him. The way his cock brushes against Harry's thigh just enough to off set the sting of each spank is intoxicating and he needs more of it.
So much so that he whines when Harry seems to pause, taking some time to admire the color he's put into the pale skin of his arse.]
Harry...
[Butt pushing up just a bit. He should get a spanking on each cheek just for not calling him 'sir' or 'Mr. Hart'.]
[there—that’s finally enough confirmation for him that teddy is willingly going along with this—maybe even enjoying more than he might have originally thought. god knows it’s doing plenty for harry, harry who’s hard enough to cut glass with his prick still wet from teddy’s warm-up earlier. watching his hips twitch and jerk, the wriggling and soft gasps between each blow are certainly what’s intoxicating harry on his end.
he’s not used to teddy being quite so vulnerable, and the novelty of it is like when he gets a new gadget at work and can’t wait to play with it, can’t wait to see it as many times as it takes to commit it to memory and know it like his own skin. there’s still a lot about teddy he doesn’t know and hasn’t seen.
but he absolutely should have known teddy would still be cheeky as ever when it came to bending the rules and trying to finagle what he wants. all evening it’s been “sir” and “mr.hart”—there’s no way that was left off unintentionally. harry brings down two blows in quick succession, hard and warm and stinging against each cheek.]
Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten to liking your punishment, Edward.
[two more hard slaps—harry fixated on the way his cheeks practically bounce with the force. there’s definitely a visible redness to him now, deliberate and lovely and harry pauses to run his fingers along the seam of his knickers, dipping inward and pressing it down to run through the fabric along his hole.]
[The next two hits come one after the other and Teddy is fisting the blanket on the bed already, crying out shortly with each one, followed by a breathless number. At the question he's shaking his head vehemently.]
No- Ah! s-six, seven... fuck.
[Teddy tries to keep his breathing even, but there's a shakiness to it, the pain stings, but he loves it. It's just been so long since he's been had this way by anyone. Cheeks flushed bright, there's wetness at the corner of his eyes, which Harry might see if he has a good look, even without Teddy looking back at him.]
Not a punishment if I like it, sir.
[He makes sure to be a good boy again, call Harry 'sir', but he can feel that it won't stop things yet. He sure hopes not. Besides, he deserves it for not listening to Mr. Hart before, he deserves ever single hit against his already pink bottom. It'll be red before the end of things.]
[and if harry had any reservations left then...he doesn't now, not when teddy is all but asking him for more. it's obviously affecting him--he can hear it in the way his breath catches, his voice breaks slightly on the counts. it's so different from the cheeky and easy confidence teddy masks himself with every other night--and harry wants more of it.
it's not necessarily that he wants to see teddy hurt and keep being the cause of it, it's moreso the vulnerability that comes with it. harry glances down, angles his glance so he can see teddy's face. the tears come as a bit of a surprise too, but they haven't slipped down his cheeks yet and perhaps that's the next goal.
harry knows part of the key is alternating his actions--one moment hard and unforgiving, the next gentle and letting teddy know he's still willing to soothe away some of what he's inflicting. eventually that'll mean spreading him open to stroke at his lovely little hole, or letting him grind his cock against harry's thigh, but they aren't there yet. for now harry just runs his big warm palms across teddy's arse and the pinkness he's nurtured to the surface of his skin--soft and gentle.]
Well. We'll have to fix that, won't we?
[seven, eight, and nine come slow and deliberate, unpredictable. ten is the hardest one yet, right below his rump on the more sensitive underside of his cheeks.]
And then tomorrow when it's time for you to have a seat, maybe you'll think back to this and think back to misbehaving, Edward, and you'll think better of it.
[only harry really hopes he'll pull something like this all over again.]
[His cock is so hard right now, throbbing, smearing pre come along Harry’s nicely tailored slacks with each hit. Teddy makes sure to count each one still, even if his voice faulted a bit, even if on the last his voice breaks, an actual sob tumbling out of his lips. Fuck it hurt, but the situation and the way Harry was handling him, that tone of voice.
The pain was a beautiful pleasure.
His teeth sink into the skin of his knuckles as tears slide down red cheeks, looking back at Harry.]
Are you disappointed in me, sir?
[If Harry was relishing the sound of a vulnerable Teddy this was it right here. Crying, makeup a mess, tears wetting his cheeks. He’s a mess, but he doesn’t want Harry to stop.]
[that's what has him easing up finally, stopping his blows. there's no denying what he feels against his thigh, even through the finely woven fabric of his lovely bespoke. teddy is enjoying this and the wetness seeping through proves it, even if his face is a mess of tears and lurid cosmetics and his voice is so broken.
harry smiles softly and reaches down to thumb away a streak of them with a soft shhh. it's meant to be reassuring, a brief return to what teddy is already familiar with.]
You're making it up to me right now.
[without warning, his hand gives him another good smack so he can see teddy's face directly, all while he's still smiling pleasantly. but the pain doesn't have to linger this time, not with harry's fingers finally slipping between his cheeks and lightly skimming against the pretty little pucker.]
There's even more you could do for me, Edward.
[a slow, soft circling of the sensitive skin should be more than enough of a hint just how.]
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none of that matters now. it's not hard to pretend he's pleased by his "secretary's" good advice, eyes darkening with lust and the sudden deprivation of the pressure between his legs. the ache doesn't go anywhere, and harry's jaw twitches in anticipation as he does as teddy suggests and sits next to him. he inclines a brow as if to silently say go on.]
It has been an exceptionally long day.
[he lets his thigh nudge up slightly against teddy's.]
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Slotted comfortably between Harry’s thighs. Teddy’s hands get right to work, unbuckling a pricey leather belt and tugging it from the loopholes of pants that always fit so perfect. Of course, it would be shameful if they didn’t considering Harry’s line of work. Whether it’s his actual work or not, well that’s a whole other topic. For another time when he’s not getting ready to blow the handsome man in front of him.]
Oh, Mr. Hart... I’ll make sure you’ll forget all about that.
[Hes got his pants open now, hand reaching into them to cup the ever impressive bulge and giving it an appreciative squeeze.]
This will take a lot of diligent attention, it’s so hard and seems painful.
[A cute little pout as if he feels bad for Harry’s “pain”. Finally he’ll pull him from the constricting space of his pants, holding his coco by the base with both hands. It’s big after all, he definitely needs both hands.]
I don’t know how you manage to work dealing with this, sir.
[One hand strokes him, working slowly over the thick cock as he leans down, pushing his ass out, the short skirt barely covering the swell of it. He’s putting on a show for Harry, obviously, but he’s got to have something pretty to look down at. Besides the beautiful scene as Teddy lightly pecks the head of his cock, tongue lapping out to taste him.
He’ll pause only a second, before his lips part to take Harry slowly into his mouth. The red of his lipstick obscene as it instantly smears over his cock.]
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it's not like this isn't something they've done before--teddy has been on his knees countless times for harry. but this is the first time they've taken a stab at this kind of game, and it's definitely the first time harry feels a low spike of something dangerous in his gut. normally with teddy he's careful--not to say that they don't have their passionate moments and fast, hard sex--but there are lines he needs to stay within. teddy is light-hearted and fun, and he's used to seeing the polished, pristine sides of harry that are allowed. tonight feels different though, it feels like the apex predator he keeps sealed inside after his kills and brilliantly brutal missions is creeping into the edges. it feels like he wants to push teddy to harder limits--to fuck that pretty little mouth until his lipstick is a smeared mess of saliva and mixing with tears from practically choking on harry's cock.
his cock throbs, just in time for teddy's delicate little hands to wrap around the base of his cock. harry's hand grows all the more possessive, blunt ends of his nails digging in slightly against the crown of his head as he hisses out an exhale.]
I'd say it's not nearly as distracting as this lovely little ensemble of yours.
[harry's voice is low, practically liquid how smooth it is as his eye narrows and focuses on the way his skirt is one wrong shift from riding all the way up that sweet little arse.
and then he looks down just in time to see teddy laving that wicked little tongue across him, besmirching his red lipstick in a streak across the head of his cock. something stirs in harry at the visual--maybe it's the vivid red, reminding him of blood he's spilled before. he wonders what teddy would say if he ever saw harry covered in blood that wasn't his, hair askew and chest heaving with exertion from a kill nearly as exhilarating as a good fuck.
he has the very distinct impression teddy would be gleeful to see it. and he can't show him that, but he can give him a taste.]
You like doing this for me, don't you?
You like taking my big cock until you can hardly breathe, isn't that right Edward?
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Which he didn’t mind honestly, sex with Harry was still fantastic.
He’s proud when Harry mentions his outfit, he’s made sure it was perfect after all, shifting his hips so the skirt slips up just a smidge higher. There’s a flash of red, bright against the pale of his skin. God but he hopes it will drive him wild.
Teddy doesn’t know if it’s that or Harry’s just getting more into this boss character, but when he starts speaking like that, asking him such filthy things his eyes flicker up to the face looking down at him. Edward, it’s someone hotter when he uses his full name, voice low and dangerous sounding. He’ll relinquish Harry’s cock from his mouth, hand still stroking him, looking a right mess already. Lipstick smeared, but it’ll be worse by the end of things.]
I love it. It feels so good, sir.
[God now he wants it more than anything, to have Harry fuck his mouth good and hold him there until he’s choking. If there’s a good way to die it would be blowing Harry Hart. Not that he’s planning to perish sucking his dick, but on a list of ways to kick the bucket...]
I wish I could take your cock all day.
[What a life that would be, Harry at a nice desk, him under it, a pillow for his knees as he serviced him all day long. Jaw sore from it, it sounded like a wonderful fantasy really. But enough talking, Teddy misses the feel of him in his mouth, the taste, and he’s taking him back in, not bothering with slow or teasing now. Not now that Harry has fired up his imagination.]
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there's a low groan in his throat, another scratch of nails at the nape of teddy's neck as his hips jerk forward without warning at teddy pulling away with his mouth.]
Red knickers? You filthy little trollop. How lucky you're willing to take care of so much hard work for me--it's a wonder I'd be able to get anything done around here with you distracting me so.
But the colour--it suits you.
[his hand grips a little harshly at teddy's chin, thumb smearing across that lipstick again and dragging it down like a line of blood from his mouth where it's already been ruined by his cock. but then teddy acts as if he can't be parted from having it down his throat for too long, and honestly harry is only human--would be fucking crazy to protest otherwise.
what a lovely idea that would be though. it doesn't take much for his mind to wander down the same idea. teddy at his desk, perched underneath and just suckling away all day long. not enough to get him off really, just keeping it nice and slick and warm--ready for the grand finale in which harry would gladly haul him up onto his desk and bury himself all the way to the hilt before fucking the daylights out of him.
he breathes out harsh through his nose, nostrils flaring and eyes falling closed for a minute while he pictures it. and when he opens them the picture is just as nice, teddy making every effort to prove how badly he wants it. well, harry can oblige on testing the limits of his breathing. the next time teddy sucks his way down towards the base, harry's hand will tighten, holding him there.]
I'd just love to use that filthy mouth of yours, like I am now. Let's see how long you can hold it for me.
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'Look at me', Teddy thinks, 'Don't take your eyes off me', because he feels amazing right now and he knows he looks like a fucking mess. The good sort of mess of course, the sort he knows should push all the right buttons for Harry. Damn well it seems to be doing the trick. With the way that hand is holding him firm, making it so can't really pull back, the long thickness filling his throat and all he can do is breathe through his nose.
He moans, long and low, like a goddamn whore. That's what he is though isn't he? All trussed up like he is, makeup a mess with a cock down his throat. He doesn't care though, he loves it, he loves being like this for him and the fact Harry even called him that. Well, a trollop, just works him up more. Not just anyone could get away with calling him that.
Edward Smith knew who and what he was, but that didn't mean just anyone could up and call him a whore to his face, but Harry fucking Hart with his huge wonderful cock pressed down his throat could do whatever he damn well pleased. It's starting to become too much now, his throat working around the thickness, him swallowing awkwardly and Teddy starts to choke a little. He can still breath through his nostrils, but it's still starting to become a strain.
But he couldn't be more hard right now. He's got both of his hands groping, gripping at Harry's slacks, then his shirt. Needing something to keep purchase of.]
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harry scrapes his nails along teddy's scalp, making a mess of those lovely curls and careful coiffing so he can tug out his internal frustrations. his eyes slip shut again, head dropping back as he keeps holding him there and listens to the way his breathing is starting to catch. he can feel the muscles of his throat constrict a little, the way his mouth trembles and spasms around him like he's struggling. and of course then come teddy's hands, scrabbling for something to grip and try to ride out the difficulty he's having not to choke.
he reaches down, thumbing along the edge of teddy's mouth and dragging a little bit of the spit that's started to gather.]
Look at you--look what an absolute fucking mess you are for me.
[he finally lifts his hands, allowing teddy to pull back as far or as little as he'd like.]
I'm going to fuck that mouth of yours now, Edward. Your jaw is going to be aching from keeping it around me, but you'll enjoy it, won't you?
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Already the lipstick is a loss, smeared to the high heavens, down his chin along with the shine of spit. His hairs on the way to becoming a wreck as well no thanks to Harry, curls more waves now. It’s not enough though, he wants Harry to mess him up more, to ruin him.]
Yes, sir. Please, sir.
[Hands slide over Harry’s thighs as he leans back in, cheek rubbing against the hardness still slick from being in his mouth. If Harry takes to long to shove his cock back in his mouth, Teddy will do the honors himself, taking him as far as he can without choking before bobbing head his back up. It’s not enough though, he misses the grip of Harry’s fingers in his hair, the full stretch of him forcing himself deep down his throat.]
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and harry's not about to deprive him, not when he looks up with those big pretty eyes and begs him so sweetly. harry reaches forward, grip a little harsh on his chin as his thumb smears the spit and lipstick even further--down his neck a little even. the desperation in teddy as he noses forward seems like he wants harry to do what he'd experimented with again: to hold him there.
so as soon as teddy slides all the way down on a second go, harry's hand grips the back of his neck with enough force to suggest he stay. he's counting off mentally to seven--seven long seconds before he lets him go and hooks his fingers against the inside of teddy's cheeks to pry his mouth open.]
Look at that.
[said low and rough, still smooth but with a certain amount of detachment that normally wouldn't be present any other night. and then he lifts his hips with a quick jerk, fucking up into that tight heat without much warning. if it's too much teddy can pull back or cough around it, choke and spit and get away if he needs--but until he says otherwise, this is how it's going.]
Can you take that for me Edward? Do you like it like that?
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Teddy can’t stand it, not with his throat full of Harry as his eyes screw shut while he does his best to take what he’s given. The lace is sticky in the front where the head of his cock leaks a little and while he keeps one hand braced on Harry’s thigh, his other one sneaks down to rub himself. Just a little, just some pressure.
He keens low around Harry as he fucks into his mouth, wanting to tell him he loves it, to nod, but it’s not easy with his mouth so full. All he can manage is to open his eyes and peer up at him, tears pricking the corner of them. Not from any form of displeasure, far from it, it’s from the struggle of his breathing being impaired. It only makes his cock throb under the his own touch.]
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[he calls it out sharp, commanding when he sees the flash of movement, shoving himself upwards in a particularly hard thrust into teddy's mouth. that's right about when teddy moans around him, the sound of it vibrating against his shaft. it's enough friction to have harry groaning out audibly too, hands fisting into teddy's hair again and using it like the reigns on a horse to drag him down onto his cock even further.
he doesn't want teddy spoiling anything harry can and wants to do--doesn't want him stealing that gift himself. but he thinks he could do with some more of those pretty little tears--the way teddy's looking up at him like harry is both his torment and his salvation all in one. he strokes his fingers again, this time a little more gently through his hair and murmurs out a soft shhh.]
I'll take care of you after this, like you take care of me. Keep your hands to yourself, Edward.
[just a little more of this game, because too much and harry will cum down his throat and spoil a good fuck. he can feel his abdomen twitching with the restraint of it, his breathing harsh and would be audible in the room if it weren't for the obscene sucking noises of teddy's slick mouth around his wet cock.]
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If his mouth weren't full he'd make a quip about how he had been keeping his hands to himself, but currently he's stuffed. Teddy figures that he's going to get more than a mouthful at this rate, he can feel the way Harry's length throbs, hears his breath coming faster, heavy, he knows what it means. He'd not object to it either, getting his mouth used and having Harry come down the back of his throat.
After all, he'd take care of him after, they could always fuck later. Let him recuperate a bit, he's not a young man anymore as it were. Not that Teddy ever finds reason to complain about Harry's performance, he doesn't mind waiting for more fun if they need to.
Eager to please Teddy bobs his head along with each thrust, with the hands in his hair guiding him, moans peppering in between it all. God but he's getting restless when it comes to his own needs, squirming a little, he wants to touch himself so badly, but isn't sure it would be worth it. Would Harry get upset? Would he refuse to touch him? It's a risk he's willing to take as his hand starts to slip down again, meaning to go under his skirt once more.
What will his boss do about it?]
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at least until he sees another flash of movement, pale skin of teddy’s arm darting down between his legs again and no doubt up his skirt. well—harry has had his fun for now and this is as good a time as any to yank him off with a fist in his hair again, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, glassy eyes and mouth a puffy mess of spit and lipstick and pre-cum. harry doesn’t waste any time hauling him up into his lap so teddy is forced to straddle him and hold onto his shoulders.]
Someone is awfully distracted. Shall we have a look at what’s got your attention? What’s more important than assisting your boss?
[one big hand fixes around his waist with a squeeze, shifting downward where his skirt is riding up already to pull it completely over his arse and bunched up around his waist. his breath catches—teddy is wearing lacy red knickers to match.]
What have we got here?
[harry’s cock throbs—clearly teddy needs some lessons in restraint, or perhaps....punishment for his insubordination. once he’s got the image of that lovey ass the same shade of cherry red as his flimsy excuse for underwear, he can’t think of anything else.]
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I thought you’d like it, Mr. Hart.
[His voice sounds a bit off from his throat being fucked, more proof of the filth they’ve been up to. Teddy peeks at Harry’s face, cheeks still flushed.]
... it’s a set.
[If Harry catches his drift, there’s more than just panties.]
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There's a dress code at this office, Edward. One you should be keenly aware of. And yet...
[he drags his hands down, pulling off his blazer and then slipping under his tank top so he can lift that over his head too. just as promised, there's a matching red lacy bra. teddy looks divine, halfway to debauched. but his underthings are still a little too pristine, and he hasn't even gotten a good look at his cock yet either. harry pulls up his skirt so it's secured and bunched up enough around his waist that it won't get in the way. his pretty little knickers are soaked in the front, a darkened damp spot more than apparent and stretched around his straining cock.
harry lets out a noise that's practically a little coo, dropping his hand down to cup one big palm around the bulge.]
And now we've got this. This is what was distracting you, wasn't it?
Look at me, Edward.
Tell me how naughty you've been.
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He loves everything about it, don't be worried about that, but it's a new side to Harry he'd not seen yet. The last man he'd been with who was even remotely close to this was. Well. He was in jail along with his brother, that's what. He was also a lot different from Harry in many respects, but Teddy liked who and what Harry was.
But by god did he fucking love this right now. He gasps softly when Harry undresses him, a little chilly now that he's not wearing as much, but it won't take much to warm him back up. Already Teddy can feel his body flushing as Harry's hand falls to touch him through his panties, lashes fluttering shut as he whimpers, hips pressing into the warmth automatically.]
Yes.
[Yes to Harry's question before he looks at him as ordered, hands sliding to the front of shirt, fingers toying with one of the buttons he finds there.]
... I've been so very naughty, sir. I know this skirt was too short for code, but I thought you would like it. I had to make sure you would see what I had waiting for you underneath it.
[When it would ride up just a bit or when he bent over of course. All part of his plan. A wicked temptress and all that. Fingers pause as he peers up at Harry from under his lashes, teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he's concerned.]
What are you going to do to me, sir?
[Because he's been so naughty after all.]
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he knows exactly what he wants to do. the question is--will teddy be alright with it? it's not outright violent per se, but there would be a much harder physical aspect to it and harry's not unhinged tonight, but he's certainly letting a few of his rougher, darker desires play into what he's doing. he doesn't want to scare teddy--but what if teddy likes that? what if he feeds right into it and laps it up? it certainly looks and sounds like it, the way he seems to be trying to push harry's buttons under the pretense of the roleplay.
his fingers slip downwards, kneading with the blunt tips of his nails against one pert cheek. he leans down, inhaling deeply against teddy's neck as he noses along his jawline. he murmurs softly, as gentle as he's managed tonight and the only "break" in how he's been treating teddy.]
If you want me to stop at any point--tell me. I will.
[teddy might have proven over time he's got a few wires crossed and he's shallowly invested in harry for sex and presents, but he still needs to be a consenting adult and he doesn't genuinely want to hurt him in any way. he's allowed to say no, to pull back and tell harry if he doesn't enjoy it after all.
but now he's all business, that cold distance in his eye and a tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach his eyes. his tone is posher than ever, matter-of-fact.]
Then let me teach you a lesson.
[it doesn't take much to manhandle teddy so his torso gets pushed onto the bed, under harry's arm so he can lean against the mattress. that leaves his legs sprawled around harry's and his arse on full display, blocking him off from seeing what harry's going to do and having to anticipate every other move.]
Count them for me.
[he wants to hear teddy's voice break on them. that's all he gets before his hand stops rubbing, lifting and swinging down with a loud smack! and then he gets to watch in fascination as the firm meat of his arse cheek jiggles from the force of it, skin already blooming with colour.]
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Harry doubles down with the light touch against his neck, his breath warm, voice soft, which is strange right now considering how things have gone so far. If he wants him to stop? Why would he want Harry to stop anything? The last thing he wants is for Harry to stop, he wants more, needs it.
Which doesn't prepare him at all for what happens next. It's so fluid and quick that he's suddenly pressed down partially on the bed, kept down by Harry's arm so that he has to strain to glance back, yet it doesn't help him see what he's doing. Yet as a spike of adrenaline hits him, Teddy already has a pretty good idea of what's coming next.
'Count them for me', Harry orders him and the sting of pain comes a second later, startling a gasp from his lips, sharp and sounding more like it had been punched out of him.]
Wha-- u-um, one...
[It takes a beat for Teddy to catch up with the fact he needed to count, he'd been told to, and he was already being punished so he better be good and do as told this time. For now at least. He figured it would be a couple good spanks and he'd be "punished" and that would be that, Harry would fuck him then, right? Right?
It stung, but he didn't mind the pain, he wouldn't be the first man to put his hands on him, but it was the first time Harry was doing anything like this to him.]
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and the plan is to still fuck him after this anyway. he’d said matching set—and harry simply thinks there’s a piece missing. he leaves enough time for teddy to speak up, free hand splayed across the small of his back to keep him in position. maybe teddy hasn’t discovered yet that when he jerks forward with the blows, it’ll rub his sorely ignored cock along the top of harry’s thigh.
he brings down two across the other cheek, and let it be known that this isn’t even the tip of forceful from harry. he’s still got kid gloves on to start; he can hit harder than this. but he’ll only do that once he knows teddy is truly going along with it, not just surprised and obliging out of shock. he knows it’s somethig they maybe should have discussed properly beforehand, but he wanted to surprise him and honestly the whole thing had been extremely unexpected for harry as well. still, hes going to wait and see just how his boy sounds and wriggles at this one before anything else.
his knickers won’t stay there for long—it might be humiliating for harry to be able to see him this close up and in such a position, but he wants a good glimpse of that pretty little pucker to tease at some point as well. his hand smooths along the slightly reddened skin—just enough to have started but not nearly as rich or vibrant as he’ll end up ehenvharry is through with him.]
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When the next hits land he's counting each in gasps, head resting against one of his arms as the mix of pain and pleasure do wild things to him. The way his cock brushes against Harry's thigh just enough to off set the sting of each spank is intoxicating and he needs more of it.
So much so that he whines when Harry seems to pause, taking some time to admire the color he's put into the pale skin of his arse.]
Harry...
[Butt pushing up just a bit. He should get a spanking on each cheek just for not calling him 'sir' or 'Mr. Hart'.]
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he’s not used to teddy being quite so vulnerable, and the novelty of it is like when he gets a new gadget at work and can’t wait to play with it, can’t wait to see it as many times as it takes to commit it to memory and know it like his own skin. there’s still a lot about teddy he doesn’t know and hasn’t seen.
but he absolutely should have known teddy would still be cheeky as ever when it came to bending the rules and trying to finagle what he wants. all evening it’s been “sir” and “mr.hart”—there’s no way that was left off unintentionally. harry brings down two blows in quick succession, hard and warm and stinging against each cheek.]
Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten to liking your punishment, Edward.
[two more hard slaps—harry fixated on the way his cheeks practically bounce with the force. there’s definitely a visible redness to him now, deliberate and lovely and harry pauses to run his fingers along the seam of his knickers, dipping inward and pressing it down to run through the fabric along his hole.]
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No- Ah! s-six, seven... fuck.
[Teddy tries to keep his breathing even, but there's a shakiness to it, the pain stings, but he loves it. It's just been so long since he's been had this way by anyone. Cheeks flushed bright, there's wetness at the corner of his eyes, which Harry might see if he has a good look, even without Teddy looking back at him.]
Not a punishment if I like it, sir.
[He makes sure to be a good boy again, call Harry 'sir', but he can feel that it won't stop things yet. He sure hopes not. Besides, he deserves it for not listening to Mr. Hart before, he deserves ever single hit against his already pink bottom. It'll be red before the end of things.]
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it's not necessarily that he wants to see teddy hurt and keep being the cause of it, it's moreso the vulnerability that comes with it. harry glances down, angles his glance so he can see teddy's face. the tears come as a bit of a surprise too, but they haven't slipped down his cheeks yet and perhaps that's the next goal.
harry knows part of the key is alternating his actions--one moment hard and unforgiving, the next gentle and letting teddy know he's still willing to soothe away some of what he's inflicting. eventually that'll mean spreading him open to stroke at his lovely little hole, or letting him grind his cock against harry's thigh, but they aren't there yet. for now harry just runs his big warm palms across teddy's arse and the pinkness he's nurtured to the surface of his skin--soft and gentle.]
Well. We'll have to fix that, won't we?
[seven, eight, and nine come slow and deliberate, unpredictable. ten is the hardest one yet, right below his rump on the more sensitive underside of his cheeks.]
And then tomorrow when it's time for you to have a seat, maybe you'll think back to this and think back to misbehaving, Edward, and you'll think better of it.
[only harry really hopes he'll pull something like this all over again.]
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The pain was a beautiful pleasure.
His teeth sink into the skin of his knuckles as tears slide down red cheeks, looking back at Harry.]
Are you disappointed in me, sir?
[If Harry was relishing the sound of a vulnerable Teddy this was it right here. Crying, makeup a mess, tears wetting his cheeks. He’s a mess, but he doesn’t want Harry to stop.]
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harry smiles softly and reaches down to thumb away a streak of them with a soft shhh. it's meant to be reassuring, a brief return to what teddy is already familiar with.]
You're making it up to me right now.
[without warning, his hand gives him another good smack so he can see teddy's face directly, all while he's still smiling pleasantly. but the pain doesn't have to linger this time, not with harry's fingers finally slipping between his cheeks and lightly skimming against the pretty little pucker.]
There's even more you could do for me, Edward.
[a slow, soft circling of the sensitive skin should be more than enough of a hint just how.]
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