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TK winces as Carlos helps him stand up. His ass hurts from the spanking, despite the cream Carlos had rubbed on him, and he feels...odd. Guilty odd. A nagging, painful feeling that hurts much more than his ass does.
When Carlos came home from work this evening, he hadn't exactly been cheerful. He was clearly exhausted, barely responded when TK greeted him, and pushed him away when he had offered to suck him off.
And TK needed attention—he'd gotten off a 24-hour shift just an hour after Carlos left for his own. So he acted up. While Carlos was trying to prep to cook dinner for the both of them, he kept grinding against Carlos' ass, grabbing his dick. And as TK had hoped, Carlos decided to punish him.
"Hey," he whispers, placing a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Carlos."
Carlos glances at him, then looks down. "I should finish cooking dinner."
TK feels his heart crack a bit. He fucked up here. He knows it. Carlos had come home bone-tired, and instead of jumping to help with dinner, like a good submissive would...TK chose to make it worse.
"No, baby, please just...stay here for a minute?" he pleads, taking Carlos' hand. "Sit down? Please?"
Carlos sighs but sits down on the bed. He looks so, so worn out, and TK feels almost nauseated with guilt. "What is it?" he asks.
TK steps close, standing between Carlos' legs, and leans down to kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry, babe."
"For what?" Carlos asks, pointedly avoiding eye contact. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes, I did. Besides just... The normal bratty stuff." He tugs Carlos to face him and breathes deeply. "I didn't pay attention to how you were feeling. This is supposed to be an equal exchange that we both enjoy. You were tired, and I ignored that."
"It's fine. I just had a rough day. I'm fine."
TK sighs. Carlos has always had a bad habit of shutting down when stressed, of pretending that there isn't an issue. "What kind of rough day?"
"It isn't important. I should get back to cooking dinner."
As soon as he starts to get up, TK sits down on his lap, bruised ass pressed to his thigh. "No. You're going to talk to me, and tell me what happened and who I need to fight."
That gets a tiny laugh from Carlos, though TK can see tears gathering in the corners of his eyes anyways. "I—my boss just... You know how my previous Lieutenant retired, right? And that we have a new Lieutenant?"
TK nods. "Yeah. I know you've been struggling with the change."
Carlos sighs and continues. "Well... The new Lieutenant... He's not exactly pleasant."
"Mhm," TK hums, raising an eyebrow. "You mean he's an absolute piece of shit, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he's...definitely a piece of shit."
"So, what do I need to punch him for?"
Carlos laughs, bright and loud and beautiful. "He's still my boss, baby. Please don't punch him. But he sort of...implied that I just had my job ‘cause my dad knows my Captain. And that I'm...too soft to do things right."
"Oh, Carlos," TK sighs. "You know that's not true."
"But what if it is , TK? I'm the youngest detective at the station, so how do I know my dad didn't ask my Captain for a favor?"
"Hey. No. It isn't. You're kind, Carlos, but that doesn't mean you're soft. You do your job so well because you're kind."
Carlos sniffs and wraps his arms around TK, pulling him close. TK can feel tears dripping down his skin, and quietly threads his fingers through his husband's curls. "Shh. Shh. It's okay. I've got you."
"I'm sorry," Carlos whispers. "I didn't mean to ruin the evening."
"You didn't. Not at all. In fact," he suggests, "why don't we do something for you tonight?"
Carlos looks up, brow creased from anxiety. "Huh?"
"How about I take care of you tonight? Let me show you how much you mean to me. And how perfect you are."
He nods and mumbles a quiet "okay," and in just a second TK is on his knees in front of him.
"Thank you, Sir," TK says immediately, bowing his head. "Thank you for letting me be yours. May I have permission to touch you, Sir?"
For the first time that evening, he sees evidence of Carlos' arousal. His cock presses to the front of his pants, and his eyes are wide and shiny. "You may," he exhales.
TK starts with his boots. They should've been his first sign that something was wrong. Carlos hates wearing his work boots in the house, hates leaving them anywhere but their specifically assigned spot by the doorway, hates tracking any amount of dirt through the house. And so they'll be the first thing to come off.
He shifts further down, until he can press his forehead right up against the laces of Carlos' left boot. "Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir." He kisses the toe of the shoe, then switches to the other. They're so, so shiny and perfect and polished. Just like Carlos. But just like Carlos, even the most perfect things need love.
And with that thought, he grasps the heel of the right boot and licks a long, slow stripe up it. Carlos audibly gasps, and when he looks up, TK can see the anticipation on his face. Bootlicking has always been one of Carlos' favorite things, but something TK only offers once in a blue moon. He licks again, making sure to keep eye contact as well as he can, then kisses the boot again.
"Thank you, Sir, for letting me worship your boots." Carlos just nods in response, and TK continues to polish the leather with his tongue.
Soon enough, TK finishes with the right boot and shifts his focus to the left. Carlos' breath sounds shaky, and he keeps rocking his hips ever so slightly, almost as if he’s fucking the air.
TK moans against the leather just to tease, and Carlos gasps a bit louder. He looks so much more relaxed already, focusing entirely on TK instead of his job.
But he can do better, TK thinks as he carefully begins to unlace the boot, then pulls it off.
When both boots are off, TK doesn't set them down beside the bed. Carlos needs less stress, not more, so they'll go in their proper spot, right by the door. It only takes him a second, and when he returns, Carlos is smiling so brightly.
Thank you , Carlos mouths, and TK only nods as he sinks back to his knees.
"I love you, Sir," he tells Carlos. "May I please, please take your pants off?"
Carlos raises a hand to his mouth, clearly hiding a grin. "Yes."
TK carefully unbuttons Carlos' pants, then slides the zipper down. And right there, straining so desperately against the front of Carlos' boxer briefs. "Hi," he whispers, kissing the tip of it, right where a wet spot of pre-come stains the fabric. It twitches, and he does it again. "Yes, I know, you're very cute."
He hears the sound of muffled laughter above him but doesn't break away. "You're such a handsome big boy. I'd love to spend some more time with you, but I have to finish taking Sir's pants off. Maybe if Sir is okay with it, I can kiss you some more later."
"I think Sir is definitely going to be okay with that," Carlos giggles, sides visibly shaking from the effort of keeping himself together.
TK gasps. "Aww, you hear that? He says I can come back to you in a bit."
"You are ridiculous ," Carlos groans, face red and that perfect, incredible smile on his lips.
TK nods and furrows his brow, looking mock-serious. "Yes, Sir. I understand."
Carlos just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Baby. Please. Just take my pants off already."
TK obliges, carefully tugging at the waist of Carlos' pants and pulling them down to his thighs. He shifts each leg, tugging them down all the way, then repeats the process with his underwear. It takes quite an effort to make himself look away from Carlos' bare, beautiful cock, but after a moment, he manages to stand and place Carlos’ underwear in the laundry basket. The soft smile he receives makes him resolve to do that regularly. No more scattered clothes on the ground to pick up after they fuck.
"May I please take off your shirt?"
Again, Carlos gives his approval, and TK kneels again, reaching up to start with the top button. It was the only thing Carlos had changed when he got home—his pants and boots stayed on, but he’d changed his shirt.
When the shirt is half unbuttoned, TK exhales. "You're gorgeous," TK tells his husband. He really, truly is—his chest is always so firm and tight when he's on edge, but his muscles now are relaxed, making him look gloriously soft.
TK continues with the buttons. Then, when the last one is undone, he leans in to kiss Carlos' bare stomach. "I'm so lucky to belong to you, Sir."
"I'm lucky, too, baby," Carlos says, voice cracking.
"May I...?" TK asks, gesturing vaguely to Carlos' entire body.
"You may. You have permission to touch as much as you want, TK."
TK nods and climbs onto the bed beside Carlos. "Will you please lay down, Sir?" As soon as he does, TK kisses him gently, more soft than sexual. "I love you. I love you more than anything else. And I'm sorry for not showing it when you came home."
"I know. I know you do, and I know you are."
TK smiles as he kisses his cheek, then his chin, then slowly down his throat. Usually, he would bite around this time. But as much as Carlos loves that particular habit, it wouldn't be for him . And this is all for him. (He does, however, spend a moment to suck a small mark right on his collarbone, where Carlos' uniform will hide it.)
"You're so...amazing," TK whispers as he kisses down to his chest, licking at one nipple and lightly pinching the other. Carlos gasps under him, hips rocking against nothing. "You're everything I could have ever wanted, Sir."
Carlos doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. TK knows he feels the same way, but now it’s TK's turn to show Carlos just how much he means to him.
"Everything about you is beautiful. Your tits," he says, giving both of Carlos' pecs a brief squeeze. "Your arms." He wraps one hand around Carlos' bicep as far as he can, marveling at the strength. Those strong arms that can pick him up and pin him against the wall to fuck or put him in a chokehold until he's scrambling for air. But they can also wrap him in the most impossibly tight hug on his worst days and offer steady, unwavering support when he's too unsteady to stand after a scene.
"Your abs. Your thighs." He kisses each in turn, going as slowly as he can manage. Every part of him wants to reach up and just suck his husband's cock, but he manages to hold off.
He trails his hands down every single inch of his husband's body, over his calves and ass and hands, tracing the column of his throat with his lips. Carlos' breath is shaky, stomach rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.
"Do I have permission to suck your cock, Sir?" TK asks as he shifts back down the bed and settles between Carlos' thighs.
"I already told you you do, baby."
TK laughs and leans in, kissing Carlos' balls gently. "Just want to make sure, Sir." Then he presses another kiss to the tip of Carlos' cock, smiling at the taste of pre-come on his lips. "Your cock is so good ," he sighs, licking another drop off. It's just right for TK—not so big that it requires a ridiculous amount of prep but more than enough to satisfy TK's need to be full. His foreskin is already pulled back, bunched up at the base of the head, and TK licks at it just for a second before moving to take the head in his mouth.
Carlos gasps, immediately reaching down to fist a hand through TK's hair and thrusting up into his mouth, making him gag briefly, before getting a hold of himself and pulling his hands away.
"Fuck. Sorry," Carlos apologizes as TK pulls back.
"You can fuck my face if you want to, Sir," TK tells him. "It feels amazing when you hold me down and don't let me breathe. But I love worshiping your cock, too. I just want to make you feel good, Sir."
Carlos nods, clearly contemplating what to do. Then he orders, "Suck me off at your own pace."
TK nods, diving back in and taking the head of Carlos' cock into his mouth once again. Carlos moans, rocking his hips up just a bit, not enough to choke TK. One hand goes to Carlos' balls, rolling them around gently in his palm. The other holds onto Carlos' cock, holding it steady while TK works the head.
When he looks up, Carlos' face is pure bliss. His eyes are shut, mouth open, and his hands flex in the bedsheets. "Oh, fuck," he whispers, thighs tensing around TK.
TK pulls off and exhales onto the spit-slick head, making Carlos whine and buck his hips at the cool sensation. He's clearly trying so, so hard to keep his thighs spread enough to not actually crush TK, but...that won't do.
He lets go of Carlos' cock to run his hand along his inner thigh, brushing the fuzzy hairs along the soft brown skin. He's going to get Carlos' legs clamped tight around his head. With that in mind, he dives back in, taking Carlos' cock all the way into his throat. He bobs his head and swallows over and over, humming quietly to send gentle vibrations to his dick. One hand cradles Carlos' balls, squeezing ever so delicately, and the other slips under him, nudging lightly at Carlos' hole.
And it works. Carlos grabs two fistfuls of his hair, and his thighs squeeze shut, squishing TK's head as his hips rock up. TK can't breathe, can't move, can't do anything but sit there with Carlos' cock down his throat. He did well , he thinks. Carlos is pleased, Carlos is so pleased that he's damn near crushing TK's skull between those beautiful, muscular thighs.
It takes all of his effort to keep from trying to get himself off, and even more to keep himself from growing dizzier and dizzier from the lack of air.
With a few more rough rolls of his hips, Carlos comes, spilling right down TK's throat. Then he keeps going, thighs not loosening in the slightest, but TK doesn't move, doesn't squirm. He's being good. Carlos deserves TK being good.
It takes several minutes for Carlos' now trembling thighs to relax and for the hands in his hair to let him pull off of the now-soft cock in his mouth. And when he finally does, Carlos is looking down at him, visibly worried.
"I'm—" he starts before TK cuts him off.
"Sorry to interrupt, Sir," TK pants, chest heaving as he sucks in deep breaths, "but if you were about to apologize for any of that, then you can stick it up your ass. You obviously had fun, and that's what I wanted ."
His husband looks dumbfounded at his reaction, simply staring down at him for a long, silent moment. Then he covers his mouth, muffling his peals of laughter and flopping down on his back.
" TK !" he scolds half-heartedly. "TK, you can't just...say that to your Dom, come on !"
"You get my point, though, baby. No apologizing for feeling good. If I wanted to, I'd have tapped out, and you know that." He crawls up the bed to lie beside Carlos, laying an arm over his waist. "You've never done more than I can handle. And you've never taken more than I've willingly given you."
Carlos nods, turning on his side and nuzzling into TK's neck. "I do. I know that. I trust you."
"Feeling any better?" TK asks, running a hand down Carlos' spine, stopping every so often to gently run his thumb over a birthmark.
"Much better. Thank you, babe." He pulls his face from TK's collarbone and meets his eyes. "Really. That was...a lot. It meant a lot."
TK tugs him closer and kisses him softly, fingers threading through the short curls at the back of his head. "I know I brat a lot. And I know I tend to...act up. But I do appreciate you. I appreciate how kind and loving and caring you are, even when I disobey, and how you're willing to stay up all night when I drop, even when you have work in the morning." He kisses Carlos on the forehead, then the nose. "But the one thing I hate is that you don't care about yourself that much. And I am so, so sorry I missed that you were hurting earlier."
Carlos takes his hand and squeezes it tightly. "Hey. I know. And I forgive you, baby. Mistakes happen, and I know you didn't mean it."
"I promise I'll do better next time," TK tells him. And it's not an empty promise—he will do better. He'll do anything for Carlos to know how truly and deeply TK loves him, to know how much he cherishes every single part of him.
"You will. I know you will. You know how I know that?" Carlos asks, pressing their foreheads together, and TK shakes his head. "Because I know you love me. And I know that I love you ."
With that, Carlos leans in and kisses his husband, both of them smiling so broadly that their cheeks hurt.
It isn't perfect, TK thinks as he melts into Carlos' arms. It isn't anywhere in the vicinity of perfect, and it never will be. But it's love, and it's effort, and it's trying and failing and screwing up and trying again, and that's more than enough for him.