Mahiro can see sweat starting to form at the nape of his neck. He wants to lick it off.
“You’re doing well, my beautiful boy,” Mahiro hums and runs his hand possessively over Alex’s rear before tapping the plug lightly.
“Oh,” Alex says, then drops his head back down to his hands. “I’m…this is really. I…” He trails off, apparently unable to finish his thought. Mahiro’s inner self purrs satisfaction, and he practically struts around the bench until he’s right in front of Alex’s face.
“Look at me, lovely,” he says, and Alex lifts wide, lust-drunk eyes to Mahiro’s face. “You’ve been such a good boy, and it’s time for your reward now. Would you like that?” Alex nods, and Mahiro lets it pass for now, accepting that the intensity of a first flogging might leave him just a bit too mind-blown fo
