That was exactly what was happening tonight. They’d planned a quiet evening—some dinner, some wine, maybe a movie—but Tyler had gotten mouthy all through dinner, teasing and testing, pushing just far enough that Logan finally leaned in at dessert and said low in his ear:
“Home. Now. You’re getting spanked.”
Tyler’s eyes sparkled. “Oh no,” he said sweetly. “Whatever shall I do…”
That earned him a firm swat right there in the restaurant parking lot.
The minute they got through the apartment door, Logan tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his sleeves, and crooked a finger at Tyler.
“Bedroom. Strip.”
Tyler obeyed, his cock already half-hard as he peeled off his clothes and climbed onto the bed, expecting the usual OTK. But instead of sitting on the edge, Logan sat right in the middle of the bed and patted his thighs.
“Wheelbarrow,” Logan ordered.
Tyler blinked. “Oh… ohhh.” He grinned, blushing as he realized what Logan had in mind. Crawling forward, he eased himself across Logan’s lap, hands to the floor, chest low, hips lifted and legs spread over Logan’s thighs. His ass was high and perfectly presented, and of course, gravity did its work—his cock and balls hung there, totally exposed, swinging with every breath.
Logan rubbed his palms over Tyler’s upturned cheeks, admiring the view. “You look absolutely delicious like this,” he murmured. Then, with a teasing grin, he let one hand trail down between Tyler’s legs, fingers toying with the heavy sack hanging there. A gentle tug, then a playful swat to his balls that made Tyler gasp and moan.
“L-Logan…”
“Oh, you’re gonna feel everything, sweetheart.” Another swat, this time squarely to Tyler’s butt. Then another… and another, steady and rhythmic. Tyler whimpered and wriggled, the exposed position making every spank land harder, sharper. His cock swung helplessly, the sensation overwhelming.
Of course, Logan wasn’t content to just spank. His hand returned between Tyler’s legs again, teasing the tip of his cock, stroking his balls, fingers ghosting over his tight pink hole. Tyler moaned louder now, hips rocking without shame.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Logan teased, circling a slick fingertip around Tyler’s entrance. He pressed in just enough to make Tyler clench, teasing, not giving him what he wanted—yet.
Between the spanking and Logan’s touches, Tyler was panting and dripping with need. When Logan finally let him collapse onto the bed, ass glowing red and hole twitching from the teasing, Tyler’s voice was breathless and needy:
“Please, Logan… I need you…”
Logan grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”
They didn’t stick to just one position that night. Logan took him on hands and knees first, slow and deep, Tyler still gasping from the afterburn of the spanking. Then flipped him onto his back, pushing Tyler’s legs high to watch his face as he drove in again. They tangled in a sweaty, breathless knot—Logan on top, Tyler riding him, even Logan pinning Tyler against the wall with his legs wrapped tight around Logan’s waist.
By the end, Tyler was a boneless, blissed-out mess in Logan’s arms, his ass sore, his cock well-spent, his smile utterly satisfied.
“Mmm,” Tyler murmured sleepily, nuzzling Logan’s chest. “Remind me to be a brat at dinner more often.”
Logan chuckled and kissed his hair. “Careful what you wish for, love. I’ve got plenty of ideas for next time… and this ass of yours is always fair game.”
The next morning, Logan was already sipping coffee in the kitchen when Tyler shuffled in—moving gingerly, with an unmistakable wince as he sat down.
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Sore, are we?”
Tyler gave him a mock glare, cheeks pink. “You know I am.” He rubbed his backside with an exaggerated pout. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you humming while you made breakfast. Smug bastard.”
Logan just grinned and handed him a mug of coffee. “Careful how you sass me, sweetheart. You’re still on display… and still fair game.”
Tyler’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Maybe I like being fair game.”
Logan leaned in close and murmured, “Good. Because next time? I’m thinking... a hairbrush.”
Tyler groaned, but the spark in his eyes gave him away.
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