Callous touch on my soft skin—Brat Tamer Earis x Bratty powerbottom Zaros.
Inspired by : @ihrtdontis
Tags: brat tamer earis is now what I crave for, zaros secretly wants to be manhandled by them, I wrote this while in the bathroom. nsfw(?)
It was a very, very... long day. The Earis was already at their limit, the constant nagging of chief healer about their wound, how their mother are always worried with every slight movement, everything. They tried to not show how pissed off they were, but their patience just had to be tested again when Zaros came in, blabbing his mouth endlessly about some stuff that they didn't bother to listen properly to him. All they want is some peace to clear out their mind, but seems like the Gods just have to bother them once again. Zaros isn't innocent in this either, the Earis are still mad because of what happened on the trial of strength.
Zaros noticed, of course. A smirk appeared on his face as his gaze studied the furrowed brows of the Earis, the slight pout of their lips. It brings him a satisfaction to test their last string of control. Zaros have no shame in admitting that he was turned on when the Earis was starting to lose control, that he has been craving to see the cracks on mask they wore. Everytime the Earis does lost the grip on their own thread of patience, Zaros would be eating it all up like a starving man he is. Seeing the throbbing veins of their hands whenever they hold something firmly, Zaros would be also wondering how would it feel if it's wrapped around his neck.
"You look like you're not in the mood, my Earis.", Zaros said with a sly smile on his face. He came closer as he stood in front
of them, eyeing out how their hands has curled into fists.
"I really am not, and I have no time for whatever your antics or teasings, Atha'lin.", Zaros could feel heat gathering on his gut. The way that the Earis said his last name, he almost knelt on the ground. He knew what it means when the Earis doesn't call him by his name anymore, and oh boy.. he want the last push before they snap.
"Are you still mad about what happened at the trial? I already told you, I didn't lose on purpose.", the smirk on his face are more noticeable, more bold. He stepped closer at the Earis, leaning in to whisper their ear. "Maybe you're mad... you must thought that I'm not taking you serious enough, hm?"
The Earis clenched their jaw hard, "You're making me feel I'm weak, Atha'lin."
Zaros chuckled, his lips slightly brushed on the shell of their ear. "I'm thinking of the opposite, but maybe you are weak. Are you angry because I pitied you?"
That made the Earis really snapped. They grabbed Zaros' wrist, hauling him down the nearby desk. He was bent over on the surface, his shoes almost tiptoeing on the ground. The Earis pinned his arm on his back, while the other lands a hard spank on Zaros' bottom. He let out a surprised gasp, he didn't expect the Earis to do this to him. All he wanted was to tease and edge them, but when did they learn all of this?!
"M—my Earis.. Ah!", another spank landed on his ass. The Earis was clearly mad now.
"Earlier you have a lot to say, what happened on that mouth now, Atha'lin? Maybe I should discipline and teach you how to act around an heir." The Earis lets go of his arm, taking a hold of his long blonde hair instead. They pulled it hardly, making him face them over his shoulder.
"I—I didn't.. Where did you learn all of this?!" , Zaros' cheeks were already flushed, the sting of pain on his bottom was sending waves of lust on his mind. Did he liked it when the Earis just spanked him like a child?!
"I told you, I learn fast. Since you're questioning what I know, maybe I shall show you."
Zaros swallowed the lump on his throat, this can't be... right? I mean there's no way the Earis will do it—
The Earis was fixing up their shirt, while Zaros? He bit more than he can chew, or let's phrase it better... They swallowed him whole, and chewed him in ways he didn't expect. His pants was discarded aside, his legs shaking and trembling after their encounter. Orgasms after orgasms, the Earis really did a number on him. The cheeks of his bottom are already red, like a cherry stain left on the skin.
Did he regret it? No, not really. He loved it, every second, every minute and every hour of it. It was like the Earis left an imprint inside him, an itch that no one can soothe beside them. It was like the Earis shackled him with a collar to behave, and oh boy... he will now after this.
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