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Tommy’s hands were just barely trembling, nerves strung up in the typical way they always were, and he just needed something to relive the restlessness thrumming under his skin, because if he didn’t do something about it now, it would come back again later, and it wouldn’t be nearly as easy to ward off, Tommy had come to learn.
So he did something about it.
Tommy gasped as Wilbur’s hand collided with his cheek, red blooming across his face from where he’d been struck. He wavered on his feet for a moment, mind scrambled.
“What do you say?” Wilbur prompted, looking down at him.
Tommy furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, regaining his stream of thought before his eyes met Wilbur’s again. “Fuck you,” he spat, crossing his arms and standing his ground, however shaky it was.
Wilbur tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, “Toms,” his voice was dripping with disappointment and so delightfully condescending it made Tommy’s head spin. “Is that how you talk to me?”
When Tommy didn’t respond, Wilbur sighed and suddenly Tommy was being pushed violently backwards, Wilbur's palm colliding with his chest as he was shoved against the wall with force, stumbling over his feet in surprise.
“Ah—” A pained moan escaped Tommy as his head hit the wall, world wavering behind the tears on his waterline.
Wilbur closed the distance between them, stalking towards him in a way that made Tommy vaguely feel like a cornered animal. He placed a hand on Tommy’s neck and Tommy looked up at him, looking lost to the word already. Wilbur grinned down at him, pressing down slightly on Tommy’s pulse just to feel it speed up in fear. “What has gotten into you, darling?” Wilbur teased, squeezing tighter so that Tommy couldn’t answer through his lack of breath.
Tommy’s trembling hand came up to tap at Wilbur’s wrist twice and Wilbur immediately released the pressure, allowing Tommy to suck in air, trying to articulate his answer. He let out a breath, blinked slowly, looked back up at Wilbur with watery eyes and far too much determination. “That the best you can do, Wilbs?””
The second slap came so hard that Tommy could taste the blood beading on his lip. He brought a shaky finger up to his lips, dabbed the blood and looked at it, before looking back at Wilbur. “You fucker! You made me blee—Wilbur!” Tommy was cut off as hands grabbed his shoulders, shoving him onto the bed.
He collapsed onto the bed, hair splayed out around him as Wilbur came over to pin his arms above his head.
“Poor baby,” he cooed in apology, leaned down to kiss the blood off Tommy’s lips. Wilbur could feel Tommy’s hands balling into fists where they were pinned, feel the way Tommy was already hard against him.
Wilbur pulled back, admiring him, he ground his hips down against Tommy and Tommy whimpered, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re gonna take what I give you, and I’m going to take what I want, we clear, Toms?”
Tommy bit his lip, nodding despite his urge to keep fighting.
The words good boy from Wilbur's mouth in response sounded a lot like defeat.
Wilbur released his arms, climbing off him. “Take your shirt off,” he instructed, voice soft but demanding in a way that left no room for argument.
Tommy nodded slowly, blinking as he slipped the fabric over his head, tossing it to the side.
“Good,” Wilbur said, eyes raking down Tommy’s bare chest in barely concealed lust. “So good, Toms,”
He eyed Wilbur expectantly, eyes desperate as he waited for another order. He was falling quickly, head entering a wonderful kind of space he’d come to associate with warmth.
Wilbur nodded slightly, nudging his head slightly in permission for Tommy to take off the rest of his clothing, and Tommy wasted no time in doing so.
Wilbur adjusted where he was sitting on the bed, and patted his lap gently, a silent request for Tommy to take his position across it.
Tommy breathed out shakily, already anticipating the feeling as he laid himself across Wilbur's lap, face falling against the mattress when his bare cock rubbed against the rough fabric of Wilbur’s jeans, but he could still feel Wilbur's bulge pressing against him.
Wilbur ran his hands over the bare skin of Tommy’s ass. “Safeword, darling?”
Tommy swallowed. “Brighton”
Wilbur leaned down to press a kiss to the space in between his shoulder blades. “Good boy”
Wilbur’s palm collided with Tommy’s skin so quickly that Tommy flinched violently, whimpering in surprise as Wilbur shushed him.
“I want you to count,” Wilbur said, kneading the red mark forming across Tommy’s ass.
“Ok,” Tommy’s voice shook slightly. “One”
And then the hand was coming down again, harder than last time and causing a sound to ring out in the room. Tommy had been slightly more prepared so he didn’t flinch, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. “Ah—two!”
“Does it hurt?” Wilbur teased, playing with Tommy not being able to tell when the next hit was coming, getting more and more aroused by Tommy’s obvious fear.
“Mhm—Wilbur!” Tommy gasped as Wilbur’s hand came down again midway through his words, cutting him off as he ground down against Wilbur for some relief. “Three!”
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Wilbur asked, voice all honey sweet. “Makes you feel all fuzzy and warm when I put you in your place? Makes you feel so good you can’t think?”
Tommy only let out a sob in response, hands coming up to rub away the tears at his eyes.
Wilbur tutted, gently pulling his hands away from his face. “Don’t hide from me darling. You look so cute like this” two more slaps followed in quick succession, barely giving Tommy a moment to get the numbers out through clenched teeth.
Wilbur paused for a second, letting Tommy catch his breath as he sniffled over his whimpers.
Tommy slowly shifted his hips to get some kind of relief, Wilbur’s jeans feeling like burning pleasure against his own sensitive skin. “Am I doing good?” Tommy’s voice was very small.
“So good,” Wilbur's hand that was on Tommy’s back slowly drifted over to interlace with Tommy’s hand. “You take it so well, Toms, my good boy, I love you so much”
Tommy bit his lip, cheeks reddening under the praise as he squeezed Wilbur’s hand and buried his face into the covers.
Wilbur grinned and he squeezed Tommy’s hand back in return, a silent exchange of mutual trust, and then his other hand came down again.
“Fuck—six!” Tommy cried out.
“Ok, you’re ok,” Wilbur soothed, coming to gently rub away Tommy’s tears. “Four more”
Tommy’s skin had turned a wonderful shade of red under Wilbur’s hand, skin hot with pain as Tommy wriggled over his lap, twitching away in anticipation.
The last four had Tommy sobbing in pain, tripping over his words as each slap felt harsher than the last. “Will—fuck—please!”
“What do you say?” Wilbur reiterated, running his hand across Tommy’s back.
Tommy choked over a sob. “I’m sorry”
“There we go,” Wilbur murmured, “Was it really that hard?”
Tommy only whimpered weakly in response.
Wilbur slowly maneuvered Tommy over in his lap so that his sore ass was flush against his jeans and leaned down to kiss him, swallowing Tommy’s pitiful whimpers. “Tell me what you want, darling.”
“I want you to fuck me!” Tommy whined against his lips, overwhelmed. "Please"
“Yeah?” Wilbur smiled against his lips. “I think that can be arranged.” He maneuvered Tommy slowly off his lap, laying him down on the bed as he began to undress himself. He grabbed the small bottle of lube from the nightside table, and climbed back onto the bed.
Tommy spread his legs, already panting slightly and skin across his ass and a beautiful shade of red, and began to toy with his dick, rubbing it slightly.
Wilbur popped open the lube, spreading it around on his fingers and warming it up, smiling down fondly at Tommy, content to just let him relax for a moment. He brought a finger down to the space in between Tommy’s thighs, and Tommy gasped at the intrusion, skin already on fire from the previous spanking. “Wilby”
Wilbur shushed him, slowly pushing in another finger and beginning to scissor him open, using his other hand to play with Tommy’s nipples to distract him slightly so he’d stop tensing so much. “There we go darling, just relax”
Tommy nodded shakily, letting out a breath as he shifted his hips, pushing back onto the fingers in search of that particular bundle of nerves.
Wilbur added a third finger, dribbling more lube as he began to stretch, pushing in his fingers and pressing until suddenly Tommy let out a keening moan, back arching.
“Ah! Wilby—oh!” Tommy's hands shot down to grip Wilbur’s wrist, holding him in place as he grinded against the feeling.
“Right there, Toms?” Wilbur teased, indulging him for a moment as he pressed and rubbed against the spot, reducing Tommy to a mess of whimpers, before, regretfully, pulling his fingers out.
Tommy whined, clenching against the loss as Wilbur began to slick himself up, moaning slightly at the feeling.
And then he was leaning down, positioning himself as he slowly pushed in, groaning at the contact as Tommy’s hands came up to desperately grip his shoulders. “Fuck—Toms,” he buried his face into Tommy’s neck, breathing him in. “Always so fucking tight.”
Tommy moaned as Wilbur began to suck his skin purple, grinding his hips slightly upwards so that Wilbur pushed just that little bit deeper. “Mhm—”
Wilbur held still for a moment, allowing Tommy to adjust to the sensation before pulling out slightly and shoving back in.
Tommy gasped, skin burning where they connected as his legs came up to wrap around Wilbur’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back to push him in deeper. “Fuck—Will—”
Wilbur began to speed up his movements, finding a rhythm as he thrust, the sound of Tommy’s stunted gasps only spurring him on.
“Wilbur, please—” Tommy whimpered, tears already beginning to form at his waterline again from the amount of friction and pressure against where he’d just been spanked, but god it just felt so impossibly good—-
He keened as Wilbur pressed against his prostate, pushing into the nerves as his eyes screwed shut, nails digging into Wilbur’s shoulders under the intensity.
Wilbur’s hips stuttered slightly before regaining their pace, he was clearly getting close, as well.
Tommy moaned, long and high and only half show for Wilbur as he arched his back, pressing them together and spreading his thighs open further, hands tangling in Wilbur’s hair to drag him into a kiss. It was messy and desperate, entirely against how Wilbur liked to do things and Tommy knew it, he just didn’t care. He only cared about feeling good, and by god the way Wilbur kissed him feverishly back, he must have felt the same way.
“You gonna cum just from this? Just from my cock?” Wilbur asked, angling his hips to hit even deeper as Tommy was pushed closer to the edge, fighting the urge to bring his own hand down to his cock and finish the job.
He looked at Wilbur helplessly, a silent plea for Wilbur to take over completely, to make him feel good however he saw fit, and Wilbur's gaze turned dangerous.
He angled his hips, nailing into Tommy’s prostate as the same moment his lips latched around Tommy’s nipple, saliva dripping onto Tommy’s upper chest as Tommy moaned, high and broken and so fucking pretty. “Wilbur—fuck—please—-” his voice tapered off, dying in his throat as Wilbur pulled out tantalizingly slow.
“You gonna cum for me, Toms?” he taunted, voice raw as he gently bit Tommy’s nipple before pushing violently back in, sending Tommy spiraling over the edge with a broken cry. “Good boy, there you go, let it out for me, darling,” he whispered into Tommy’s neck as Tommy spasmed against him, hole tightening delightfully around Wilbur’s dick as his muscles locked, moans breaking into the silence of ecstasy as he came untouched.
Wilbur groaned as he watched, unblinking, unwilling to miss even a second of the beautiful pleasure written across Tommy's face, the beautiful pleasure that was entirely his doing. He hesitated to keep moving when Tommy finally came back down, unsure how sensitive Tommy was, but Tommy watery eyes were meeting his own, cheeks flushed as he nodded, urging, “don’t stop”
“Ok,” Wilbur nodded, “I love you, darling”
He pulled back slowly, watching Tommy for signs of pain, but Tommy showed none, head falling back against the pillows in bliss. “Oh Wilbur”
Wilbur pushed back in at the words, and his mind went blank, vision clearing as he screwed his eyes shut, hips stuttering and a long drawn out groan falling out of his throat.
Tommy led him through the mess, his perfect boy, who even after everything that had happened must have been utterly exhausted, took it and carried him through it, carding his fingers gently through Wilbur’s hair as his hips finally stilled. “Fuck Tommy”
He pulled out, kissing Tommy to shush his wincing before collapsing beside the boy, whole body overtaken by a wonderful kind of calm.
Tommy rolled over to snuggle under Wilbur’s arms and Wilbur tucked Tommy’s head under his chin, embracing him. “You ok?” Wilbur checked in, hand running soothingly against Tommy’s lower back, right above the red marks.
“Mhm,” Tommy mumbled into Wilbur’s chest, uncaring of the mess around them, arms wrapping weakly around Wilbur “So good”
And that was all Wilbur needed to hear. He hugged Tommy tighter, feeling the boy begin to fall asleep against him. He’d clean them up later, for now though, Tommy wanted cuddles, and Wilbur’d be damned if he wasn’t going to provide.