[Hector pouts up at Everett at being denied, but he comes into his lap easily enough, crawling to help position himself where Everett tugs him. His hips already bear bruises in the shape of hands on either side, and Hector is looking forward to adding more such marks.
This isn't even close to the way his parents had disciplined him, back when he'd had parents, so Hector doesn't know what to expect. The petting, in his hair and on his spine, is possessive but soothing, and the moment Everett touches his tail, Hector jerks his hips in shocked pleasure. Everything Everett's doing feels great. How is this punishment, other than making Hector want more?]
Everett...
[He pants, needing more. Oops, the 'sir' title slipped his mind.]
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This isn't even close to the way his parents had disciplined him, back when he'd had parents, so Hector doesn't know what to expect. The petting, in his hair and on his spine, is possessive but soothing, and the moment Everett touches his tail, Hector jerks his hips in shocked pleasure. Everything Everett's doing feels great. How is this punishment, other than making Hector want more?]
Everett...
[He pants, needing more. Oops, the 'sir' title slipped his mind.]