“Do you want to-” Newt is trying not to look too eager, and failing abysmally;
Hermann smiles, and shrugs, “Why not;” he offers his wrists to Newt;
Newt’s eyes widen, he swallows, “Safeword?” He croaks,
Hermann thinks it over, “We’re just starting, so I think it would be better to just stay with the traffic light system;”
“Red, amber and green;” Newt nods, his cheeks are starting to flush, he’s adorable and so happy is sets a warm glow in Hermann belly; “Can I-” he indicates the bedposts;
“Go on;”
Newt clips his wrists into the cuffs they’ve screwed into the bedposts; the leather is butter-soft and seems to cradle his wrists, but when he pulls they’re tight and unyielding;
“Do you want to start-”
“Go on;”
“Okay; Newt’s voice gets- a little harder, stricter, “Kneel on the bed, facing the headboard;”
The order sends a spike of something hot and delicious through him, Hermann smiles, and gets into position;
“Bend over,”
Hermann obeys, naked as he is, his backside sticks straight into the air;
“Lovely;” Newt breathes, and kisses the base of his spine, “You have no idea, no idea how long I’ve wanted this;” his voice is deep, husky;
Hermann bends over further, until his face touches the pillow;
“How’s the leg-” Newt whispers;
Hermann stretches it carefully, it’s a little stiff, but the position’s good, “Green;” he whispers back, as though trying not to disturb their scene-selves;
“Okay;” Newt kisses him again; “Such a cheeky-” slap, Hermann starts, “little,” smack, “sexy,” smack, “tease;”
Hermann shudders, Newt’s hand is sharp, cracking hard on his arse- it’s not exactly painful, more of a shock with each impact, leaving a glowing heat behind that only intensifies with every smack;
“You’re such a tease, aren’t you?” Newt whispers in his ear, “You want it so badly, don’t you-”
“Oh yes,” Hermann breathes;
“I knew it;” there’s a note of triumph in his voice, “You’re so buttoned up, so uptight, I knew it when I first saw you- you love this-”
Another, harder slap;
“Yes,” Hermann breathes, he almost feels drunk, head swimming, he buries it in his hands and closes his eyes-
“Head up,” Newt grabs his hair and pulls his head up, “Don’t slouch;”
Another slap, between that and the hand in his hair, the pain is vague and sweet, making him shiver;
“Do you know;” Newt whispers in his ear, Hermann shivers again, “I don’t think you’re getting this lesson, I think I’m going to have to use-” he breathes hot and damp, “A bit more persuasion;”
Hermann grins, tries to look behind him to see what Newt is getting-
“Eyes front;”
Hermann obeys, everything is ticklish and fizzing and so good;
“Here;” he can hear Newt pick something up; “Don’t move;”
“Yes;” Hermann breathes;
“Yes what-”
“Yes sir;” he shudders in pleasure;
“Good;” and whatever it is hits his backside with a thwack;
The pain is sharp, sending sparks flashing behind his eyes, but it’s good, it’s just like before but just- more– “Yes;” he gasps;
“You like that-” another blow, and Hermann can see it now, out of the corner of his eye when Newt rolls up the next swing- one of the paddles, the one Newt had his initials punched into, so each spank imprints them on his arse;
Another strike, another, another- Hermann can’t help it, he drops his head down on his arms and closes his eyes, the world fading in and out like a badly-tuned radio; he feels light and weightless, as though the only thing keeping him here are the cuffs on his wrists;
Time seems to end, there’s nothing but this, his mind swimming in whatever happy chemicals his body is giving him, finally, he is vaguely aware the strikes have stopped;
“Hermann-” Newt’s voice is soft, tentative; “Hermann- colour-”
It takes a supreme force of will to shape his mouth, his tongue, “Green,” he slurs;
“I think you’re done;” Newt sighs, and he feels the bed sink beside him, Newt settling next to him, “Roll over, babe;”
Hermann groans, tries to turn and- ow;
Newt laughs, Hermann curls over on his side and tries to glare at him, but the pain of sitting on his raw arse only adds to the happy haze, so it doesn’t hold; Newt strokes his hair, “Want me to take care of that-”
Hermann glances down, his cock is half-hard against his thigh, but he’s so satisfied and happy he just can’t bring himself to care- “I’m fine,” he sighs, and rests his head on Newt’s thigh; the cuffs pull taut, and Newt twists over to release him;
“Do you mind if I-” Newt indicates his own, far more eager cock;
Hermann nods, “I’d offer, but-” the yawn overtakes him, and Newt smiles; he leans over and organises Hermann’s body against him, nestling him under the blankets; Hermann presses close to Newt’s warm body and watches through half-lidded eyes as Newt takes care of himself, enjoying the aesthetic pleasure of seeing him fist his lovely plump pink cock;
He comes after just a few strokes, wet and splattering on his thighs;
“Did you like that-” Hermann rolls over on his back, yawns, feeling himself slowly come back to life;
“It was wonderful;” Newt grins loopily at him, “It was- better than I’d imagined;”
Hermann nods, “It was fun;” he sits up, and puts an arm around Newt, trying to ignore the raw pain in his backside; “Let’s do that again.”
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