25 m/m (any muse who you're feeling and only if you want to.)
While he no longer felt the need to punish humans simply for existing, he wouldn’t take his intended mate disobeying him. Especially when the order had been for the younger man’s safety. It didn’t matter than Itachi had survived. Now that he was healed, Hakai would make sure he remembered that the demon was much more experienced and gave orders such as that only when needed.
It seemed that Itachi didn’t actually believe that Hakai would hold onto his anger over the disobedience. However, seeing as the man had needed time to heal, that anger had been given plenty of time to fester within the demon. And so now that Itachi was laying on the bed for him, the blue eyed man was quick to land the first blow of punishment.
While he still wore his ring and thus seemed human, his claws safely uninvolved for the moment, the strike of his palm to the human’s ass was still sharp. Hakai could tell that Itachi was trying to hide how the strike had effected him. However, that was not on the agenda. He needed to know that he was getting through to his intended mate.
Another sharp strike fell, and another and another, all in quick succession, pale flesh turning bright pink under his hand. Eyes narrowed, he dropped one more sharp slap before he reminded himself this one was human and he needed to be careful not to actually harm his intended.
“Tell me why you’re being punished.” He hoped he was getting through to Itachi, hoped that his need to punish and own his mate at the moment was clear.
