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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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FILL: Flexible [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 12:35 am (UTC)(link)He should never have worried; Newt responded with an immediate, enthusiastic “Yes!” Having established that it was okay, Jacob tapped the back of Newt’s legs several more times just under the curve of his ass, to help focus his aim on this new target.
“Oh. Before you start,” Newt clarified, “not quite so hard on the thighs. It’s more sensitive.”
Jacob nodded. “Not a problem.” He lifted the cane and brought it down against Newt’s long, slender thighs. Swish! Immediately he could see what Newt meant; the skin flushed red much more quickly, and the mark itself looked darker than the same amount of force might have left had it landed on Newt’s ass. Jacob could even see darker spots where the tip of the cane had landed, which looked as if they might bruise. Judging by the moan that came from Newt in response, he didn’t mind too much.
Jacob struck him again. Again, a thin streak of red painted itself across both thighs, a splash of crimson against a creamy white canvas. Smack! And another. Newt was letting out soft, pleased noises with every new stripe of red across his pale skin. His breathing had begun to match the rhythm of Jacob’s strokes.
Jacob was surprised by how quickly everything seemed to happen. His previous hesitance was gone, and the cane itself cut through the air so fast. Each stroke felt swift and sure, and Jacob seemed to experience them with all his senses; the swish of the cane through the air and the snap of it as it landed on Newt’s ass, the sight of the skin rapidly flushing into dark red lines, the sensation of the cane in his hand bending as it cut through the air, and the jolt as it made its impact. Jacob found himself lost in it all. Before he knew it, Newt’s thighs were covered in uniform stripes of red, and even the pale skin between them had begun to flush pink.
As much as he loved the neat row of lines he’d left, Jacob found himself curious about what kind of reaction it would draw from Newt if he landed one stroke on top of another here. Raising his arm, he snapped the cane down at a diagonal, crossing over several of the existing marks.
“Fuck!” Newt hissed and squirmed. His voice shook Jacob from his reverie--he had never heard his friend swear before--and he worried for a second that he had done too much harm.
“Sorry, sorry, I won’t--.”
“No,” Newt interrupted him. “No need to apologize. It was good. Very good. Intense. Remember, I do like this.” His voice was breathy, and his speech less fluid than usual. It even seemed to Jacob that Newt had begun to slur his words. “But I do think--only a few more. You’re doing very well,” he reassured.
“Thanks.” Jacob didn’t realize until he spoke that his own breathing was shallow, his own mind less sharp. He hadn’t expected to feel quite like this, though it wasn’t a bad feeling. “So, a couple more.”
Newt nodded. “Yes. And you can make them harder than before. If you want.”
Jacob’s eyes widened. “I think I do want.”
“Perfect.” Even though he couldn’t see Newt’s face, he could hear the dazed smile in his voice.
“Well. Here we go.” Whack! He brought the cane down sharply across Newt’s thighs. A streak of white, which quickly darkened to a deep red.
Newt let out a hiss which turned into a loud whine. He gasped, “All right. No more on the thighs, I think. But do keep going.”
Even as he knew that both of them were enjoying this, Jacob could tell it was time to bring things to an end soon. “Okay. Five more on your butt sound good?”
“Yes.”
Jacob stepped back and took aim, this time shifting his attention back to Newt’s ass. The cane came down once, twice, thrice more, now harder than before. Each time, the sound of the cane cutting through the air and then striking the already-reddened flesh echoed through the room. Maybe it was the soundproofing spell that made the noises seem so loud, or maybe Jacob was hitting just that hard.
Each stroke was also echoed by a sharp gasp or whine from Newt, who was clearly still enjoying this. The noises he made sounded almost like sexual pleasure, though there was a difference, perceptible if one was listening for it. His fingers were gripping the edge of the mattress, tightening with each blow, and his shoulders rose and fell in harsh breaths.
Snap! Newt’s hips wiggled at the fourth stroke, as if he couldn’t decide whether to retreat from the blow or to encourage it. A second after it had landed, he hissed loudly as yet another welt rose up on the already reddened skin. He breathed in deep, as if anticipating the final stroke.
Jacob, too, was preparing himself. He also took a deep breath before addressing himself to Newt. “Last one. Do you want this one to be harder?”
Newt nodded with enthusiasm. “Please.”
A second later, and crack! There it was. Jacob heard Newt moan loudly and then slump down onto the mattress, face buried in his arms. Giving Newt time to compose himself, Jacob took a moment to examine his handiwork.
There were marks scattered from Newt’s bottom to halfway down his thighs. The welts on his ass seemed to flow seamlessly from one into another, the individual lines becoming difficult to distinguish now. Jacob could see flecks of purple starting to appear between some of them. The places on Newt’s thighs where one mark intersected with another were also beginning to bruise, even darker than the welts on his backside. Jacob had never seen anything like it.
When the rise and fall of Newt’s breathing had slowed to a gentle rhythm, Jacob sat down on the bed by his feet, setting the cane aside. He reached out and began to rub the back of Newt’s lower leg through his trousers. “How you doing? You okay?”
“Mmmm.” Without turning to look at him, Newt nodded and let out a contented hum. He was lying flat across the mattress now, one arm tucked under his head and the other sprawled out in front of him. All the tension in Newt’s body was gone, and his posture was more loose and relaxed than Jacob had perhaps ever seen him. His head nuzzled into the crook of his arm, and a happy sigh escaped him. Jacob felt the sudden urge to pet his friend’s hair. Instead, he continued to rub the back of Newt’s leg, wanting at least to touch him somehow, to maintain that physical connection. It felt important right now.
Jacob leaned over to examine the marks in more detail. He was both amazed and fascinated that he had done this, and Newt had enjoyed it. His hand made its way up the back of Newt’s leg, fingertips running over the welts there and feeling the ridges that had risen from each mark. When he reached Newt’s ass, he was surprised to feel that the skin was hot, and welted even more than his thighs. He traced along a particularly dark stripe with his finger, and he felt a rush of something rising in him which he couldn’t name. It was a satisfaction and a protectiveness at the same time. He turned toward Newt’s head.
“Are you sure you’re fine? Those are some pretty nasty marks I gave you.” His hand brushed across the welts, following the curve of Newt’s ass down his thighs, and back up again. “Is there anything I can do? Put some ice on it? They look like they’re gonna bruise.”
Newt made a quiet sound of amusement, then turned his head to give Jacob a lopsided smile. “If I wanted to get rid of the bruises, I have some perfectly good arnica compresses for that.” He shook his head. “No, I like them. I like to feel them later.”
There was something about that, about leaving marks on his friend that would still be there for awhile, under his clothes, their own little secret, which gave Jacob a special kind of satisfaction. This time, he could identify the cause; Newt trusted him with this, and he knew how difficult the man’s trust was to earn. He felt suddenly humbled that Newt had asked him, before anyone else, to do this. He smiled and shook his head. “All right. If you say so.”
Jacob couldn’t always understand Newt, but he was beginning to recognize that he didn’t have to. Perhaps it was better sometimes to be complementary.
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A/N: We're finally finished! Sorry it took me so long, I had a lot of Real Life stuff happen this week and I knew I wanted this to be the final update. I hope the ending lives up to expectations. :)
I'll leave a comment here with the Ao3 link as soon as I get around to posting it there. Thanks again for your comments!
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