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“No,” he said quickly.

“Do you want me to talk you through it?”

Merrick rolled his face to the side, seeking out a cool spot on the cushion to rest his cheek against. “Maybe.”

“We’ll try. If you don’t like it?—”

“I’ll tell you to stop,” he interjected.

“I’m going to spank you, then,” Wilder explained. “Harder than you’re expecting probably. Tell me when it feels good, okay?”

“All of this feels good,” Merrick mumbled.

“You’ll know what I mean when you get there.”

Wilder spanked him after that, just like he’d promised. The contact was sharp and loud, and Merrick sucked in a surprised gasp. Before he could catch his breath, Wilder spanked him again, and again, and again. Merrick struggled to get air into his lungs, completely overwhelmed by the way his entire body lit up under Wilder’s hand. It felt good, but it also hurt, and he had no idea what Wilder meant when he said, “You’ll know what I mean.”

Merrick gritted his teeth and buried his forehead into the couch, and Wilder let go of his wrists.

“Don’t move,” Wilder warned him, and then his hand trailed to the top of Merrick’s back, pressing him into the couch like that, pushing him into a deeper arch. Wilder’s other handcontinued to come down against Merrick’s ass, one strike after another after another.

“Breathe,” Wilder told him next. “You can take this. You want this.”

As if to prove his point, Wilder squeezed his thighs around Merrick’s pulsing cock, and everything clicked into place. He sucked in a wet breath, pulling his face away from the couch in search of fresh air. Wilder’s hand landed hard against that tender spot where Merrick’s ass met his thigh, and stars burst on the backs of his eyelids, the most beautiful explosions of color he’d ever seen.

“It feels good,” he gasped, body spasming as Wilder continued to spank him. “Oh, it feels…”

“Good,” Wilder finished. “It feels good for me too. You can come if you want to.”

“Need.”

“Mnhm.”

Wilder went at him harder, but Merrick was flying. He wasn’t sure if he came; he didn’t think it mattered. It certainly made no difference when Wilder yanked him backward and rubbed his cock across Merrick’s mouth until he opened. Merrick sucked Wilder into his mouth hungrily, taking him down to the root as another slap landed hard against his ass. He was soundly back in his body, the angle different this time, but every nerve was alight. Wilder lifted his hips from the couch and thrust up unto Merrick’s mouth, still spanking, still grabbing and pulling and teasing Merrick’s sweaty skin.

It took less time for him to lose himself the second time, the salty wetness of Wilder’s cock against the roof of his mouth and the bloom of fresh bruises against his ass. And then the next thing he knew, Merrick’s cheek was on Wilder’s thigh, his entire body curled in on itself while Wilder stroked gentle fingers over Merrick’s tattooed ribs.

“You did so well,” Wilder whispered. “Took that reward like you were born to do it.”

Merrick’s entire body shook, and he flattened a hand against Wilder’s stomach. Wilder was still dressed, except for his exposed and still hard cock.

“I need.”

It was the only thing he could think to say, even though he didn’t know how to end the sentence.

“Tell me. Do you need to come again?”

“Again?”

Wilder hummed and reached down, taking Merrick’s extremely overstimulated dick into his fist.

“I didn’t know.”

“All over your shirt,” Wilder explained, stroking Merrick with a solid grip. Merrick’s whole body swayed with Wilder’s tugs until he was hard again. Hard and leaking and hot in Wilder’s hand. “And my couch.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. I like seeing you come. I want…I want to feel you come.”