Yes, but I did tell you to either be out of it or be ready for me.
[Noctis, to be fair, is always adorable when he sleeps - at least, in Cor's mind. But seeing him asleep like that in his own bed...well, he feels a certain warmth in his blood. One thing to get out of the way first:]
Before we go any further, though, I want to know just how far you want this to go.
>:3 (also sorry, I wrote shits instead of sheets in previous tag...)
[Did he? Noctis doesn't remember. And it doesn't really matter if he's going to be honest. He wriggles around and attempts to sit up so he can answer that question by grabbing him and dragging him down for a kiss-
-attempting to grab him, as he tried just now, just looks pathetic. He groans, letting his hand flop down next to him.]
I thought Marshal wanted to punish me. [He shrugs and looks at the cuff, tugging at it.] I guess he doesn't have it in him, [he glances back at him. Yes, that's a challenge. A sleepy challenge but still one. He's quite aware of stuff that comes out of his mouth.]
[Well, Noctis technically has one hand free, but Cor's keeping just out of his current reach. He's always been a subtle troll when he feels the situation calls for it. Hence, the wicked little smirk on his own face.]
Oh, I do. You've disobeyed orders, after all. And despite your rank, you should be disciplined for doing so. However...
[He now approaches within range, his smirk fading a little.]
If there's certain lines to not be crossed regardless of said punishment, I need to know now. There is, after all, a line between punishment and abuse of position.
[Which is Cor speak for "I'll still stop if you order me to."]
[That smirk is more than enough to get Noct's ears to heat up. Damn the Six, that smirk is sexy and Noct seriously needs to arrange his thoughts. Cor's teasing him and his focus is on Marshal's face.
He gives him a long look, then a smile-]
I am sure that with your experience you'll be able to tell the line.
[Oh. Oh, Noctis looks wonderfully innocent when he blushes like that. Cor actually feels rather dirty with the knowledge that it won't stop him one bit. Only his words will...
But then came that response, and that wicked little smirk returns to his face as he steps right up to the side of the bed.]
In that case...I will not let any punishment land on your back unless you literally ask for it.
[They both know why Cor would never even dare aim anything painful to that particular area.]
[Understanding, embarrassment and bashfulness flicker over Noctis' face in a single second and with even redder cheeks he keeps his eyes anywhere except Cor's face. He's usually very conscious about the scar that stretches over his lower back but going back and forth with Cor, all the teasing and taunting, made him forget about it for a second.
He'll just wriggle around a bit and lick his lips- that promise, he won't lie, does sound good.]
You sound so eager to punish me and yet you just stand there.
[Don't listen to him, Noct, as always, just wants to get his way because he's impatient.]
[Cor's eyes soften for but a moment, upon seeing Noct's reaction to the mentioning of his back. He's always taken great care about how far to push Noctis in that regard, fully understanding how scars can still be tied to such lingering memories.
But that's only for a brief moment, and it's gone as soon as the younger man speaks up, earning a snort from the older man.]
That's because someone hasn't finished stripping yet.
[Or, technically, assumed the right position. But Cor's going to take his time and draw it out. 'Punishment' doesn't have to just be physical, after all; he's used to dealing with Noct's impatience, and knows that nothing drives him more nuts than to draw things out.]
[He's just afraid that the scar would be too much to look at during... this. But, again, Cor successfully distracts him with the announcement that he's about to strip and Noctis' fingers flex. Itching to take off those clothes himself.
But- he can sit back and enjoy the show. Don't mind the color in his cheeks. And he hopes Cor won't take actually thirty minutes to undress. Seriously.]
I'd lend a hand but- [he tugs at the handcuff] -my circumstances are preventing me from doing so.
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[Maybe, maybe not too much. Still, Cor smirks at Noct's response, fully aware that the younger man would just love to undress him with more than just his eyes.]
Then just lean back...and take notes.
[Despite that deadpan joke, Cor does take his time. Not snail-paced, but definitely slower than most people are when they get undressed. Bit by bit, Cor's skin is eventually revealed, beyond the usual arm-baring of short sleeves. And yeah, there's no question that he's toned as hell, from a lifetime of training and fighting.
He also has scars of his own - mostly old, a few from within the past year or so. They dot his chest, shoulders, and upper arms; Cor doesn't seem bothered by them, merely acting like this is just who he is. Which...is true, really. There is, however, one particular scar of note - older than the rest and longer, reaching from his left shoulder to his left hip.
Still makes him as cool and badass as usual, though.]
[The scars look different on Cor. Better? Maybe it's the way Marshal carries himself, with confidence. Something Noctis lacks. He has the guts to say whatever he wants but he's long ways away from what Cor is. A confident, sexy, older guy.
And Noctis doesn't bother to let his eyes rove over his body hungrily, the urge to touch increasing. To feel every dip and curve underneath his fingers.
Cor is... sexier than Noct thought. This is taking him completely off guard.]
You're hot.
[-it leaves Noct's mouth before he can check himself. But, he's just being completely honest.]
[Cor's well aware that he's attractive, but not anywhere near levels of vanity that some people may have. Some people tend to be put off by the scars, though, so hearing that from Noctis brings a tiny, teasing smile to his face.]
Is that so? I bet you're wanting to paw all over me, don't you?
[He slowly slips the belt out of its hoops on his pants as he drawls on.]
...too bad you've been bad today. Otherwise, I might've been willing to let you do that.
[Is he really that easy to read? Not that he's trying to hide his intentions, at all. Still, to be called out like that make his ears burn.]
And... what if I listen to you? Now? During the punishment?
What if I'm really good now?
[And while he'd usually hesitate when he's shirtless, he doesn't hesitate now and wriggles enough so he can turn around and lay on his stomach. Only one hand being cuffed made things easy. He still has pants on though so Cor is free to get them out of the way.]
[Cpr let his pants fall to the floor, revealing the black boxers he wore underneath. Stepping out of his pants, he let his gaze wander over Noct's backside, taking note of how much he's grown over the past several years. And yes, there is a moment of hesitation when he glances over That Scar...
But it's only a brief moment, and then his smile shifts into a smirk as he turns his attention to that young ass. Firm hands grip Noct's hips, fingering the edge of those pants.]
Depends upon how good you can be... Be very good, and I won't have to cuff your other hand.
[His hips wriggle in Cor's hold, the slight graze of Cor's rough fingers on his skin sending crazy shivers down Noct's back. Noctis has to bite down on his lower lip to hold back a whine, looking over his shoulder at Cor playfully.]
Mmm? I was hoping on getting the cuffed one free.
[He raises his hips just enough for Cor to slip his hands under to unbutton the pants to tug them off- if he wants to. Ignore the fact that he's already half hard from the little 'show'.]
[Cor lets Noctis squirm, enjoying the sight of seeing the younger man trying not to make any noise beyond words. Noctis may notice that Cor's own boxers may be developing a little tent as well...]
That depends on how good you'll be once your punishment is complete.
[One hand does move to start unbuttoning those pants, but those fingers move as if to tease along any forms of arousal on Noct's part. The other hand shifts to feel up the lad's ass, giving it a few testing squeezes before he starts pulling Noct's pants down.]
[The complaint isn't because he's cuffed, but because he won't get to touch Cor any time soon. He is easily silenced, though, when the strong hands squeeze his ass, making Noct moan softly into the pillow. He's getting so worked up like this and Cor didn't even do anything.]
I'll b...
[The rest of the sentence '-be good' is "eaten" by the pillow. Keeping his hips still and holding back a delighted squeak when the pants are removed from him is hard though.]
[Hearing Noctis moan does thing to Cor. Things like make his breath hitch just a little, and his blood run just a little hotter. Seriously, Noct shouldn't sound that alluring to him...
And yet, he finishes pulling the lad's pants off, leaving them both in just their underwear. He doesn't remove Noct's, though, instead opting to tease him more with a few ass squeezes.]
well, you're certainly not resisting and giving me too much sass. I suppose I could only let you get away with just ten spanks...
[He can hear Cor's breathing, after all, it's only them in the room. And it makes Noct's eyes glint. The squeezes get a few more muffled sounds from him, the hand that is cuffed to the board jerking. The image of his fingers clawing into Cor's broad shoulders instead of this chain is sending heat through him.
...he'll be good.]
Mnn... can't help the sass. I suppose spanking is fair.
[Very fair. There are few teasing questions he wants to throw Cor's way but- he bites down on his lip. He'll be good.]
[There's a very amused 'hmn' on Cor's end, and then both hands pull away from Noct's ass. One moves to gently hold him down on his upper back. The other lifts up over Cor's head.]
Good. Keep count - out loud. And if you lose count before we're finished, we start over at the beginning.
[Regardless of any response from Noctis, Cor brings that hand down on the younger man's ass, leaving a sharp smack against it. Not hard enough to be unpleasantly painful, but still strong enough to leave a sharp sting.]
[The hands easily send shivers, very visible shivers, through Noct's body. He knows what's coming now and he can feel his cheeks get even warmer, body tense from anticipation. The first strike against his skin has him suck in breath sharply, biting on his lower lip.]
One-
[And he actually listens to what Cor asks of him. He loves to spite him just to get a reaction but he doesn't want to get spanked into the next week.]
Two-!
[The next strike has Noct's voice pitched and him attempting to look over the shoulder to see.]
[Cor keeps him held down with his free hand, but not enough to keep Noctis from squirming. He barely gives a glance towards Noct's face, instead focusing on that cute little rear that he's smacking.
Over.
And over. One side, and then the other - keeping the pain evenly split. He does expect the lad to keep count - it's such a low count, after all; surely Noctis could manage that...
Even if Cor resists the urge to smirk at that voice being pitched from the spanking.]
[Noctis is not trying to squirm away from the hold- it's the strikes that keep him squirming, not letting him decide if he wants more of them or if he wants them to stop. Wanting both at the same time is a huge problem, and it's embarrassing that this punishment is making him as hard as he is.
He dutifully continues to count, strike by strike, eyes a bit glassy. The change of place helps his mind keep up with it, to not get overstimulated.]
[After the eigth strike, Cor does spare a full glance over at Noct's face. And what he found there is far more appealing than he expected. The stuttering voice certain adds another dimension to it.
But he doesn't stop. Instead, he firmly reminds him:]
[He does want to, but focusing is becoming harder and harder. Noctis is so glad that Cor spoke up, bringing out his mind from a haze and keeping it sharp and focused on counting.
'Nine' he announces, and then ten, burying his face in the pillow with a soft whimper. His entire body is shaking, goosebumps going up and down his back. This should be enough, right? Ten?
His skin feels ablaze and stinging and he moans, turning his head to look at Cor inquisitively.
[Cor lands that tenth smack, and his other hand immediately moves off of Noctis once he hears that final count. The older man moves to uncuff the lad, letting him relax or move however he wishes.
But he also does something he hasn't done in years.
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[Noctis, to be fair, is always adorable when he sleeps - at least, in Cor's mind. But seeing him asleep like that in his own bed...well, he feels a certain warmth in his blood. One thing to get out of the way first:]
Before we go any further, though, I want to know just how far you want this to go.
>:3 (also sorry, I wrote shits instead of sheets in previous tag...)
-attempting to grab him, as he tried just now, just looks pathetic. He groans, letting his hand flop down next to him.]
I thought Marshal wanted to punish me. [He shrugs and looks at the cuff, tugging at it.] I guess he doesn't have it in him, [he glances back at him. Yes, that's a challenge. A sleepy challenge but still one. He's quite aware of stuff that comes out of his mouth.]
(shhhh s'okay)
Oh, I do. You've disobeyed orders, after all. And despite your rank, you should be disciplined for doing so. However...
[He now approaches within range, his smirk fading a little.]
If there's certain lines to not be crossed regardless of said punishment, I need to know now. There is, after all, a line between punishment and abuse of position.
[Which is Cor speak for "I'll still stop if you order me to."]
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He gives him a long look, then a smile-]
I am sure that with your experience you'll be able to tell the line.
['I trust you.']
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But then came that response, and that wicked little smirk returns to his face as he steps right up to the side of the bed.]
In that case...I will not let any punishment land on your back unless you literally ask for it.
[They both know why Cor would never even dare aim anything painful to that particular area.]
Your sorry ass, however, is another story.
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He'll just wriggle around a bit and lick his lips- that promise, he won't lie, does sound good.]
You sound so eager to punish me and yet you just stand there.
[Don't listen to him, Noct, as always, just wants to get his way because he's impatient.]
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But that's only for a brief moment, and it's gone as soon as the younger man speaks up, earning a snort from the older man.]
That's because someone hasn't finished stripping yet.
[Or, technically, assumed the right position. But Cor's going to take his time and draw it out. 'Punishment' doesn't have to just be physical, after all; he's used to dealing with Noct's impatience, and knows that nothing drives him more nuts than to draw things out.]
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But- he can sit back and enjoy the show. Don't mind the color in his cheeks. And he hopes Cor won't take actually thirty minutes to undress. Seriously.]
I'd lend a hand but- [he tugs at the handcuff] -my circumstances are preventing me from doing so.
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Then just lean back...and take notes.
[Despite that deadpan joke, Cor does take his time. Not snail-paced, but definitely slower than most people are when they get undressed. Bit by bit, Cor's skin is eventually revealed, beyond the usual arm-baring of short sleeves. And yeah, there's no question that he's toned as hell, from a lifetime of training and fighting.
He also has scars of his own - mostly old, a few from within the past year or so. They dot his chest, shoulders, and upper arms; Cor doesn't seem bothered by them, merely acting like this is just who he is. Which...is true, really. There is, however, one particular scar of note - older than the rest and longer, reaching from his left shoulder to his left hip.
Still makes him as cool and badass as usual, though.]
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And Noctis doesn't bother to let his eyes rove over his body hungrily, the urge to touch increasing. To feel every dip and curve underneath his fingers.
Cor is... sexier than Noct thought. This is taking him completely off guard.]
You're hot.
[-it leaves Noct's mouth before he can check himself. But, he's just being completely honest.]
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Is that so? I bet you're wanting to paw all over me, don't you?
[He slowly slips the belt out of its hoops on his pants as he drawls on.]
...too bad you've been bad today. Otherwise, I might've been willing to let you do that.
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And... what if I listen to you? Now? During the punishment?
What if I'm really good now?
[And while he'd usually hesitate when he's shirtless, he doesn't hesitate now and wriggles enough so he can turn around and lay on his stomach. Only one hand being cuffed made things easy. He still has pants on though so Cor is free to get them out of the way.]
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But it's only a brief moment, and then his smile shifts into a smirk as he turns his attention to that young ass. Firm hands grip Noct's hips, fingering the edge of those pants.]
Depends upon how good you can be... Be very good, and I won't have to cuff your other hand.
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Mmm? I was hoping on getting the cuffed one free.
[He raises his hips just enough for Cor to slip his hands under to unbutton the pants to tug them off- if he wants to. Ignore the fact that he's already half hard from the little 'show'.]
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That depends on how good you'll be once your punishment is complete.
[One hand does move to start unbuttoning those pants, but those fingers move as if to tease along any forms of arousal on Noct's part. The other hand shifts to feel up the lad's ass, giving it a few testing squeezes before he starts pulling Noct's pants down.]
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[The complaint isn't because he's cuffed, but because he won't get to touch Cor any time soon. He is easily silenced, though, when the strong hands squeeze his ass, making Noct moan softly into the pillow. He's getting so worked up like this and Cor didn't even do anything.]
I'll b...
[The rest of the sentence '-be good' is "eaten" by the pillow. Keeping his hips still and holding back a delighted squeak when the pants are removed from him is hard though.]
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And yet, he finishes pulling the lad's pants off, leaving them both in just their underwear. He doesn't remove Noct's, though, instead opting to tease him more with a few ass squeezes.]
well, you're certainly not resisting and giving me too much sass. I suppose I could only let you get away with just ten spanks...
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...he'll be good.]
Mnn... can't help the sass. I suppose spanking is fair.
[Very fair. There are few teasing questions he wants to throw Cor's way but- he bites down on his lip. He'll be good.]
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Good. Keep count - out loud. And if you lose count before we're finished, we start over at the beginning.
[Regardless of any response from Noctis, Cor brings that hand down on the younger man's ass, leaving a sharp smack against it. Not hard enough to be unpleasantly painful, but still strong enough to leave a sharp sting.]
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One-
[And he actually listens to what Cor asks of him. He loves to spite him just to get a reaction but he doesn't want to get spanked into the next week.]
Two-!
[The next strike has Noct's voice pitched and him attempting to look over the shoulder to see.]
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Over.
And over. One side, and then the other - keeping the pain evenly split. He does expect the lad to keep count - it's such a low count, after all; surely Noctis could manage that...
Even if Cor resists the urge to smirk at that voice being pitched from the spanking.]
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He dutifully continues to count, strike by strike, eyes a bit glassy. The change of place helps his mind keep up with it, to not get overstimulated.]
Five... Six-!
[Noctis can feel his ears burning.]
...S-Seven...
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But he doesn't stop. Instead, he firmly reminds him:]
Almost there. You want remain a good boy, right?
[Blow number nine. Just one more...]
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[He does want to, but focusing is becoming harder and harder. Noctis is so glad that Cor spoke up, bringing out his mind from a haze and keeping it sharp and focused on counting.
'Nine' he announces, and then ten, burying his face in the pillow with a soft whimper. His entire body is shaking, goosebumps going up and down his back. This should be enough, right? Ten?
His skin feels ablaze and stinging and he moans, turning his head to look at Cor inquisitively.
He was good, right?]
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But he also does something he hasn't done in years.
He petted Noct's head.]
That's a good boy...you're forgiven.
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