But punishment? Outright punishment? Totally different ballgame. A lot of the time, navigating his tumultuous relationship with Chad was like feeling his way through a particularly brutal video game with no instructions. And no reset button if he fucked up. It had taken him months to figure out that sometimes, honest to fucking God, Chad needed Chris to go above and beyond their usual scuffles when Chad got out of hand and to rein him in, put Chad in his place. Now, where Chad's place was precisely, Chris still hadn't figured out yet, but he never asked Chad about it. He had a feeling Chad probably knew the answer, anyway. It had also taken him a long time to figure out when, precisely, he was expected to punish Chad and how far to push. He had no interest in breaking Chad – far from it – but like taming any sort of colt, there was a method, and every instance was different. It took awhile to get fluent in reading the signs. Chris had asked a friend of his who he knew dabbled in that whole BDSM thing casual-like about maybe a few pointers, and had come away even more confused. Chad didn't behave like what he'd been told bottoms should behave like, and Chris knew he sure as fuck didn't behave like what he'd been told tops were like. Which left him right back at square one, which, all things considered, was probably for the best. He and Chad had a pretty odd arrangement going on, anyway. Take now, for instance. With Chad under him, muscled legs wrapped tight around his hips as they moved together on the bed, Chris slamming deep inside Chad with every thrust, Chad's hoarse voice in his ear begging please, Chris, please, as Chad jerked on the handcuffs holding his hands to the railing. The handcuffs had been Chad's gift to Chris awhile back, but he'd never actually used them until tonight. Then again, Chad had never actually threatened to suck him off in front of his parents until tonight, either. Not letting Chad actually touch him had seemed pretty appropriate. So far, it seemed to be working, and had the added bonus of making Chad even more vocal than usual, which suited Chris just fine. He fucking loved it when he could make Chad beg, when he could get those sexy little whimpers and that frantic hitch to Chad's breath that meant he was losing it and letting Chris completely take control. When he braced his hands on either side of Chad and glanced into dazed, pleading eyes as he angled his hips, moved slow and steady and deep inside Chad's ass, he knew he'd made the right decision. Watched in fascination as red welts appeared on Chad's wrists as corded arms tugged on the handcuffs with every thrust. Later on, he'd take care of every bruise, ease Chad down with soft words of praise and loving ownership. Later on, Chad would wrap tight around him as they drifted off to sleep, as if he was afraid Chris would disappear in the middle of the night. But that was for later, when Chad's voice was hoarse from begging, when Chris' arms were trembling with the effort of holding his body up, when they were both fucked out and exhausted and the sheets were sticky with sweat and come and spilled lube. For now, Chris was content to lower his head, taste the bitter aftertaste of coffee and nicotine in Chad's kiss, and feel Chad clench tight around him. The best part about punishing Chad was knowing that Chad got off on it as much as he did.
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