Consequences
Sep. 25th, 2021 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowhiveConsequences
Pairing: Awsten Knight/Otto Wood
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Impact pain play
Warnings: Degradation and punishment
Notes: So a little while ago Awsten posted a video of them at a restaurant… and he’d told the waiter it was Otto’s birthday and they made a big deal of it and and the look Otto gave him was just… (here it is
Also this is for chai, hope you like and feel better
“The fuck was that?” Otto growled out the words as he shoved Awsten against the wall. Awsten couldn’t help the groan he made, part from the shove and part from the way Otto was looking at him, in much the same way he had when they were at the restaurant earlier. To be honest Awsten knew full well this was likely the outcome from telling one of the waiters it was Otto’s birthday, which was exactly why he couldn’t help slip them the lie. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”
“Yeah but it was pretty funny.” Awsten replied, hoping he was hiding the desperation from his voice, doing his best to keep still. “Besides, you got to have a ride on the saddle, wasn’t that fun?”
Awsten was sure that if looks could kill he’d be dead right now.
Otto narrowed his eyes at him, shaking his head. “I think you need to be taught a lesson you little brat.” He reached up and threaded his fingers in Awsten’s multicoloured hair, grabbing tight and pulling his head back. “Hopefully it’ll actually stick in time.”
The words went straight to Awsten’s dick and his head felt so fuzzy that it took him awhile to form a response. “I’ve never been a good learner.” Otto rolled his eyes and stepped back from him, giving his hair another tug as he went towards the bed. Awsten felt his heart pound, visions of Otto picking him up and tossing him across the mattress filling his head in the short moments it took to get there.
Otto sat on the edge of the bed, easily pulling Awsten down across his lap. “You’re such a brat.” Otto growled the words and the next thing Awsten knew he was slapping him on the ass. His pants soften the blow somewhat, but the shock of it still made him moan and squirm. Otto gave him a few more blows, alternating between his left and right cheek, each one as hard as the first one was. Awsten bit his lip, his eyelids fluttered as he took them, not even trying to get away or fight or protest. After all he knew if he did Otto would just see right through him, but a part of him thought maybe he should because maybe Otto would punish him more.
After awhile Otto stopped, tutting above him. “This is no good.” Awsten wondered what he meant by that, his head swimming at the possibilities. The drummer slipped a hand under him, placing it on his belly and he pushed him up as the fingers of his other hand took ahold of his fly, sliding it down and popping the button as well. Awsten felt like his head was blue screening, especially when Otto pushed his pants down, his fingers briefly catching his bulge. The slight touch was another to back him release another groan and he could hear Otto tut again, probably rolling his eyes. His pants were only pushed down to his knees at which point Otto’s hand left his belly, pushing his boxers down to expose his ass cheeks for him.
This time he knew what was coming so he could brace himself a little, but he still helped when Otto’s palm slapped against his ass. “Better.” Otto was grinning now, he was sure of it. He didn’t get chance to think any more on it because he resumed raining blows across his cheeks. This time they were more random, sometimes he’d hit each cheek in succession but other times he’d hit the same one multiple times. Each one made Awsten squirm and ache, his eyes lidding. He was glad Otto hadn’t told him to count them, because he wasn’t sure he even knew what numbers were any more, much less what order they came in.
Time seemed to disappear too and Awsten wasn’t sure how long he was sprawled across Otto’s lap, having him beat out a rhythm on his ass. Had it been minutes? Half an hour? Longer? He wasn’t sure, but he was aching from the whole thing. Otto had adjusted his legs at one point, so Awsten’s dick hung between them, unable to get any of the friction that he so desperately needed. It wasn’t helped by the fact that he could feel how hard Otto was through his pants against his side.
“Mmm your ass looks much better this colour.” Otto whispered, his fingers ghosting against his skin which Awsten was sure was bright red now. He let out a small, needy whine at the contact and Otto just chuckled. “Such a needy little slut aren’t you? You just act up like this so you can get punished.” Otto’s other hand went back to his hair, tugging on the multicoloured locks and making him groan again. “Knees, now.”
It took Awsten just a few seconds to scramble off his lap, getting down on his knees in front of him, looking up at him. He knew what was to come, but before that Otto slapped him around the face, hard enough to make his cheek sting. Otto chuckled, reaching for his fly and quickly pulling it down, getting his hard dick out. It made Awsten drool a little, wanting to lean in and take it down his throat. He didn’t get a chance to do it as Otto held onto his head tight, forcing his head down onto him.
Awsten was ok with that, keeping his lips open wide and relaxing as Otto started to fuck his face. He thrust in all the way until Awsten’s nose was in his curls, holding him in place before pushing him away until just the tip remained before doing it again. All Awsten could do was occasionally squeeze his lips or flick his tongue against him.
Despite, or perhaps because, he wasn’t in control Awsten loved it. He felt like he had no thoughts in his head, that he was just here to please Otto. It was all he could think about and he was going to do his best to do just that, even though it was Otto that was really in control.
Occasionally Otto would hold his head in place when he forced him down and he was glad he had no gag reflex, though he was sure Otto would’ve liked to see him gag around him while down there. He hummed around him, lapping at his hardness while he was held there, until Otto tightened his grip and pushed him back.
“This is where you belong.” Otto growled, though he sounded pretty breathless than threatening. Awsten would probably nod or smirk if he could, but Otto just forced his head back down onto his cock. “You’re made to take cock, not be an annoying little bitch.” Awsten couldn’t disagree right now, looking at him desperately as he pushed his head back, flicking his tongue against his wet head. “You’d better have learned your lesson this time, but I’m sure you’re too stupid.” Awsten would have whined but Otto’s strong hand pushed him back down again, making his eyelids flutter,
Otto didn’t say anything else, his fingers tight in his hair as he moved his head, his hips starting to jerk off the bed, meeting his face. Awsten was sure that he was close and his own dick, neglected between his legs, ached at the thought of tasting him. It didn’t take long before Otto was growling above him and Awsten braced himself, ready to get a throat full of his cum.
And then Otto pushed his head back, fully off his cock and he held him in place. Awsten whined, especially when the drummer’s free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself once, twice and then he came, all across Awsten’s face.
“There… you look much better.” Otto panted, wiping his cock across Awsten’s forehead and he wondered if he was leaving a smear against it.
He let go of him, getting to his feet, starting to take off the rest of his clothes. Awsten watched, looking at him desperately, hoping that he’d do something to get him off too but Otto just sneered as he looked down at him after tossing his tee away. “What? You thought I’d get you off after the stunt you pulled? No fucking way.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I’m gonna have a shower, you wanna shoot your load go beg one of the others. I don’t wanna come out here and find even a drop of your cum anywhere.”
And with that Otto went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. It took a few moments before he head the sound of running water and a few more for Awsten to register just what he’d told him.
He wondered what Geoff was up to.
Pairing: Awsten Knight/Otto Wood
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Impact pain play
Warnings: Degradation and punishment
Notes: So a little while ago Awsten posted a video of them at a restaurant… and he’d told the waiter it was Otto’s birthday and they made a big deal of it and and the look Otto gave him was just… (here it is
Also this is for chai, hope you like and feel better
“The fuck was that?” Otto growled out the words as he shoved Awsten against the wall. Awsten couldn’t help the groan he made, part from the shove and part from the way Otto was looking at him, in much the same way he had when they were at the restaurant earlier. To be honest Awsten knew full well this was likely the outcome from telling one of the waiters it was Otto’s birthday, which was exactly why he couldn’t help slip them the lie. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”
“Yeah but it was pretty funny.” Awsten replied, hoping he was hiding the desperation from his voice, doing his best to keep still. “Besides, you got to have a ride on the saddle, wasn’t that fun?”
Awsten was sure that if looks could kill he’d be dead right now.
Otto narrowed his eyes at him, shaking his head. “I think you need to be taught a lesson you little brat.” He reached up and threaded his fingers in Awsten’s multicoloured hair, grabbing tight and pulling his head back. “Hopefully it’ll actually stick in time.”
The words went straight to Awsten’s dick and his head felt so fuzzy that it took him awhile to form a response. “I’ve never been a good learner.” Otto rolled his eyes and stepped back from him, giving his hair another tug as he went towards the bed. Awsten felt his heart pound, visions of Otto picking him up and tossing him across the mattress filling his head in the short moments it took to get there.
Otto sat on the edge of the bed, easily pulling Awsten down across his lap. “You’re such a brat.” Otto growled the words and the next thing Awsten knew he was slapping him on the ass. His pants soften the blow somewhat, but the shock of it still made him moan and squirm. Otto gave him a few more blows, alternating between his left and right cheek, each one as hard as the first one was. Awsten bit his lip, his eyelids fluttered as he took them, not even trying to get away or fight or protest. After all he knew if he did Otto would just see right through him, but a part of him thought maybe he should because maybe Otto would punish him more.
After awhile Otto stopped, tutting above him. “This is no good.” Awsten wondered what he meant by that, his head swimming at the possibilities. The drummer slipped a hand under him, placing it on his belly and he pushed him up as the fingers of his other hand took ahold of his fly, sliding it down and popping the button as well. Awsten felt like his head was blue screening, especially when Otto pushed his pants down, his fingers briefly catching his bulge. The slight touch was another to back him release another groan and he could hear Otto tut again, probably rolling his eyes. His pants were only pushed down to his knees at which point Otto’s hand left his belly, pushing his boxers down to expose his ass cheeks for him.
This time he knew what was coming so he could brace himself a little, but he still helped when Otto’s palm slapped against his ass. “Better.” Otto was grinning now, he was sure of it. He didn’t get chance to think any more on it because he resumed raining blows across his cheeks. This time they were more random, sometimes he’d hit each cheek in succession but other times he’d hit the same one multiple times. Each one made Awsten squirm and ache, his eyes lidding. He was glad Otto hadn’t told him to count them, because he wasn’t sure he even knew what numbers were any more, much less what order they came in.
Time seemed to disappear too and Awsten wasn’t sure how long he was sprawled across Otto’s lap, having him beat out a rhythm on his ass. Had it been minutes? Half an hour? Longer? He wasn’t sure, but he was aching from the whole thing. Otto had adjusted his legs at one point, so Awsten’s dick hung between them, unable to get any of the friction that he so desperately needed. It wasn’t helped by the fact that he could feel how hard Otto was through his pants against his side.
“Mmm your ass looks much better this colour.” Otto whispered, his fingers ghosting against his skin which Awsten was sure was bright red now. He let out a small, needy whine at the contact and Otto just chuckled. “Such a needy little slut aren’t you? You just act up like this so you can get punished.” Otto’s other hand went back to his hair, tugging on the multicoloured locks and making him groan again. “Knees, now.”
It took Awsten just a few seconds to scramble off his lap, getting down on his knees in front of him, looking up at him. He knew what was to come, but before that Otto slapped him around the face, hard enough to make his cheek sting. Otto chuckled, reaching for his fly and quickly pulling it down, getting his hard dick out. It made Awsten drool a little, wanting to lean in and take it down his throat. He didn’t get a chance to do it as Otto held onto his head tight, forcing his head down onto him.
Awsten was ok with that, keeping his lips open wide and relaxing as Otto started to fuck his face. He thrust in all the way until Awsten’s nose was in his curls, holding him in place before pushing him away until just the tip remained before doing it again. All Awsten could do was occasionally squeeze his lips or flick his tongue against him.
Despite, or perhaps because, he wasn’t in control Awsten loved it. He felt like he had no thoughts in his head, that he was just here to please Otto. It was all he could think about and he was going to do his best to do just that, even though it was Otto that was really in control.
Occasionally Otto would hold his head in place when he forced him down and he was glad he had no gag reflex, though he was sure Otto would’ve liked to see him gag around him while down there. He hummed around him, lapping at his hardness while he was held there, until Otto tightened his grip and pushed him back.
“This is where you belong.” Otto growled, though he sounded pretty breathless than threatening. Awsten would probably nod or smirk if he could, but Otto just forced his head back down onto his cock. “You’re made to take cock, not be an annoying little bitch.” Awsten couldn’t disagree right now, looking at him desperately as he pushed his head back, flicking his tongue against his wet head. “You’d better have learned your lesson this time, but I’m sure you’re too stupid.” Awsten would have whined but Otto’s strong hand pushed him back down again, making his eyelids flutter,
Otto didn’t say anything else, his fingers tight in his hair as he moved his head, his hips starting to jerk off the bed, meeting his face. Awsten was sure that he was close and his own dick, neglected between his legs, ached at the thought of tasting him. It didn’t take long before Otto was growling above him and Awsten braced himself, ready to get a throat full of his cum.
And then Otto pushed his head back, fully off his cock and he held him in place. Awsten whined, especially when the drummer’s free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself once, twice and then he came, all across Awsten’s face.
“There… you look much better.” Otto panted, wiping his cock across Awsten’s forehead and he wondered if he was leaving a smear against it.
He let go of him, getting to his feet, starting to take off the rest of his clothes. Awsten watched, looking at him desperately, hoping that he’d do something to get him off too but Otto just sneered as he looked down at him after tossing his tee away. “What? You thought I’d get you off after the stunt you pulled? No fucking way.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I’m gonna have a shower, you wanna shoot your load go beg one of the others. I don’t wanna come out here and find even a drop of your cum anywhere.”
And with that Otto went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. It took a few moments before he head the sound of running water and a few more for Awsten to register just what he’d told him.
He wondered what Geoff was up to.
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Date: 2021-09-25 08:40 pm (UTC)that video was just begging to have a fic written about it so i'm so glad u did it! it was super hot too, i loved all the spanking ♥ awsten really is bad at learning lessons, isn't he? he just loves to be punished like a dirty little slut :) ahhh your dom otto is such a hottie too i'm weak. awsten getting cum on his face is one of my favourite things sighs
and of course u know i loved that hint of gawsten at the end ;)
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Date: 2021-09-25 08:44 pm (UTC)I know right? Like holy fuck the way Otto looked at him (and the way Otto took all of his food with him, as if he didn’t trust him to be left with them which… true). Thanks! And yeah he really is! He’s so hot and yess that’s just Unff
Awww of course!
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Date: 2021-09-26 09:45 pm (UTC)This was great. I'm really unfamiliar with waterparks but I still enjoyed this. I loved Otto's power over Awsten, and what the punishment entailed. Kinda reminded me a little bit of that 'training' fic you once wrote with Mikka, Hannu and Kuolio *o* (that's not a bad thing)
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Date: 2021-09-26 10:03 pm (UTC)Awww thank! I’m still learning about them really but they’re certainly… a thing. Awww thanks! It’s definitely what he deserves. And ohhh good memory!
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Date: 2021-09-26 10:05 pm (UTC)Ah, no harm in that. Sometimes it's easier to write someone a few times to get a feel for what sort of person you want to write them as :)
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Date: 2021-09-26 10:12 pm (UTC)Yeah exactly! And watching their stuff is wild. Awsten really is an agent of chaos
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Date: 2021-09-26 10:19 pm (UTC)He seems like an agent of chaos hahaha.
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Date: 2021-09-26 10:33 pm (UTC)He really is, everything I’ve seen of him has been him being… chaos