The next slap wasn’t as hard, since Vars could only swing so far with his finger teasing Jake’s ass, but it landed on an already aching buttock, and that contributed to a growing increase in pain for the boy who so desperately tried to serve Vars well.
The trembling became so violent it sent shudders all the way up Vars’s arm as Jake’s hole clenched harder around the digit.
“Eight!” Jake cried out, and this time, his voice held an unmistakable sob.
Vars inhaled deeply, ready to admire his handiwork, but Jake held his head low, so that the reflection only showed the top of his sweaty head.
Vars gave him a few seconds to recuperate, teasing the soft, warm hole in the meanwhile. The dotted finger went in and out fast, but Vars surprised Jake by replacing it with a ribbed one, just to keep his lover on his toes.
“I was thinking, boy. We’re both immortal, preserved as we are now. We will never again be ill.”
“Yes, sir.” Jake’s ass danced against Vars’s finger, but his voice broke with every word.
Vars licked his lips, for a moment just watching the pliant flesh shift in discomfort, red from the firm strikes. In the end, he removed his finger and kneeled at Jake’s front to catch eye contact once more.
Fat streaks of tears ran down’s Jake’s flushed face and dripped to the floor from his chin. Shivers still ran through his body even now, with the paddle out of the picture, and the soft lips trembled violently, damp with saliva. “Y-yes, sir?” Jake uttered, forcing himself to meet Vars’s gaze.
There had been times when Vars had hated the fact that seeing a man’s face like this, with tears rolling, twisted with discomfort, made him so aroused, but not anymore. Sometimes he’d even added his cum to the collection of fluids on his partner's cheeks. It was something that had been inside him for a long time, since childhood when he experienced an odd sensation in his groin and chest whenever he held down a friend and tickled him until he cried.
This wasn’t about truly hurting somebody, no matter how much he longed to make lovers twist and shout in discomfort, and given Jake’s inexperience, he couldn’t just rely on safewords.
“Do you remember you can end this the moment you say ‘red’? If you don’t want to continue, just say that,” Vars whispered, brushing a tear off Jake’s cheekbone.
It took a while for Jake to answer, as if he’d really forgotten his safeword, but the raspy “yes” came in the end, giving Vars a giddy feeling. It had only been a confirmation. Even now, crying and undoubtedly aching, Jake wanted more. He didn’t say anything else, yet his eyes communicated a whole depth of feeling. The intensity of Jake’s devotion was throwing Vars off guard, unexpectedly powerful in its innocence.
Vars had known of many subs who’d completely and blindly fallen for their first dominant, overcome by the intense nature of a scene, but he and Jake hadn’t met this way. Regardless of their differences, the pull that drew them together had been there from the start. Now that Vars finally had Jake where he wanted him—writhing on a spanking bench—it was impossible to keep from seeing this moment as something more than just a scene, just lust.
Slowly, he pressed his tongue flat against Jake’s cheek and licked it free of tears. The skin was salty yet sweet, just like their relationship sometimes. “You’re doing well. Very well, boy. And I want to reward you. I want to fuck you bareback. But it’s your decision. Do you want that?”
The widening pupils in the pools of Jake’s blue eyes made the taste on Vars’s tongue all the sweeter. “We will never get ill,” Jake repeated what Vars had said before as if only now understanding what that meant. His cheeks couldn’t get any redder than they already were, yet the intensity in his eyes doubled, as if he’d been supercharged. “Yes, please, sir. I want your cum inside me.”
Vars’s skin instantly became so hot he wondered whether this was how Jake’s now felt. He licked the swollen lips and muttered, “Will you take five more strokes for me?”
A fresh tear rolled off Jake’s eyelashes, and he bit down on his lips but nodded quickly, melting Vars’s heart. Never in his life had Vars met anyone this precious and strong at the same time. He would make those five strokes count so that Jake could be proud of himself once they were over with.
When he picked up the paddle once more and stood behind Jake, watching him endure this for his dominant, it struck Vars that maybe somehow the world had given them both this chance at eternal life for a reason. They were such a good fit, such perfect answers to needs they might have never completely expressed. Maybe something brought them together, because the intensity of Vars’s emotions was like a storm about to tear through the building and leave it ruined.