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The moment Steel got off the training mats, the exhaustion hit him. His whole body seemed to forget how to hold his head up, all his limbs becoming heavier than lead, and he barely remembered the walk over to Sunny’s room, let alone plan for whatever might happen once he was there.
The only thought in his head was small, weak - but needy. Needier than usual.
Normally he wanted to see Sunny, but this time it was stronger, almost overwhelming. Just the thought of lying down and having the man stroke his hair while he slept had his mind and stomach reeling, like he had a giddy school boy crush. It didn’t feel sexual either - it was more just a desperation tingling all through his body, something that could only be fixed if Sunny whispered to him and drew out the feeling with gentle touches.
He’d definitely felt a similar way as a child before. It was confused, wanting, clingy, but also fragile, because he knew if he opened the door and Sunny wasn’t there he’d have to think for himself, and that prospect seemed like a gaping void he didn’t want to confront.
He was lucky that he didn’t have to.
He knocked weakly, Sunny opened the door wearing his uniform (hastily buttoned because he’d probably assumed it was someone else), and Steel practically collapsed into his arms. He wanted to start crying but he held it back - not even his scared little child mind could escape the social wariness of years of being a soldier.
Despite that, Sunny was stroking his hair immediately, holding his face to his shoulder, shushing him, kissing his temple, reaching over to close the door behind him. He murmured words that washed over Steel’s brain, uncomprehending and scared.
He didn’t know what he was afraid of. Rejection, maybe, disgust - even though he knew in his bones that Sunny wouldn’t judge him for anything. He never had, and he wouldn’t start now.
“Come in Krishna,” Sunny said, his voice light and soft. It made Steel’s head feel fuzzy.
After an hour of Steel sitting on Sunny’s lap like a baby koala while Sunny did his work on the desk, the anxiety faded. He was safe here, nuzzling into Sunny’s neck, no longer feeling too big and awkward. Even though his feet were on the ground, he was still supported, breathing slower and slower against Sunny’s skin, his heart steady. The sound of Sunny’s pen on the paper was sending a nice tingling sensation up his spine, spreading out across his scalp. Steel particularly liked when the little scratches of the ballpoint sounded like Sunny signing his name. Sunny joined up his writing. Adhiyamaan Krishna.
Sunny shifted minutely, but he made sure to put a hand on Steel’s back when he did. Steel could feel his mind going quiet, thinking about nothing but Sunny’s strong arms, the way their chests fit together, the way Sunny’s breathing hitched when he shifted again. Sunny’s hand felt big on his lower back - hot, even through his shirt.
Sunny swallowed. Steel could feel it with his lips pressed to his skin. “Kannaa,” he said quietly, his voice sounding slightly strained. Was Steel too heavy? “Do you want to go to bed? I’m almost done.”
Bed sounded good, but Steel didn’t want to move. It was dark now, apart from the warm desk lamp behind him. He nodded anyway.
Sunny breathed out and put his pen down. He sank a little in the chair - Steel could feel the heat radiating off him, especially as his legs parted and he could feel the tightness in Sunny’s trousers, even just sitting on his lap. He didn’t know what he wanted then - some small part of him wanted to sink to his knees and swallow his erection down and just sleep there, but most of him just wanted Sunny to let him sleep.
“Look at me, Krishna?”
With a weak, sleepy little whimper, Steel forced himself to lean back and look at Sunny, probably with his hair all squished on one side, blinking hazily.
Sunny gasped, just a sharp little breath, his hands flying to rest on Steel’s cheeks. “Krishna, were you training? Without a mouth guard?”
Steel didn’t know what he was talking about until Sunny licked his thumb and rubbed at the corner of his mouth, taking away dried blood that had made his skin feel tight. Sunny didn’t seem satisfied, so he licked his thumb again, but this time came closer to just lick it straight off his skin.
Steel shifted uncomfortably as Sunny’s tongue pressed to the corner of his lips. He didn’t want to get turned on, but this wasn’t helping at all, especially not when it seemed that Sunny only got harder. He’d totally forgotten about being caught with a particularly nasty right hook, biting his cheek and feeling his mouth immediately fill with hot blood, spitting it out to the side.
He couldn’t say no to Sunny though. Never. He could feel the haze in his brain settling, especially as Sunny’s lips found his and he had to open his mouth to let him lick the nonexistent blood off his tongue.
Sunny didn’t stop, only getting more worked up as Steel’s resolve melted, giving in to Sunny’s low, breathy moans, the way his hips pushed towards Steel’s in the chair. It was too hot in the room suddenly for Steel, who couldn’t think, dizzy even sitting still.
Sunny leaned back, kissing Steel’s jaw, his cheek. “Sorry,” he said, breathy, though he still pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. “Sorry, little one.”
Steel wished he hadn’t said that, because it washed straight through his mind, settling in his stomach, heating his core. Little one. He couldn’t help it. “Amma,” he whined, his voice weak, small. “Amma, I’m tired.”
Sunny nodded, pressing a little kiss to Steel’s forehead. “Of course, baby,” he said gently, moving to stand up.
Steel was lying on his side in Sunny’s bed before he could comprehend what had happened. He was wearing his boxers, warm under the blanket, eyes already closing.
He was about to drift off when Sunny settled into the bed behind him, pulling him by the waist into being the little spoon. He was okay with that - it made him feel smaller than he was - but he couldn’t ignore the heat of Sunny’s cock pressing against him, settling solidly into the fabric between his cheeks. Sunny wasn’t wearing anything, Steel could tell, and that realisation sent such a rush of heat through him he was sure he was flushed bright red.
“Amma-”
“Sh, kannaa,” Sunny whispered, shifting to reach over and turn the light off on the bedside table. He reached over Steel, who could see in the low light the way his muscles looked, the smell of his aftershave. Safety. Sometimes he wanted to bury himself in Sunny’s body, just live in the scent of shampoo and faint gunpowder, the way his sweat smelled, so specifically him. “I won’t do anything, okay?”
Steel nodded, though he couldn’t just ignore it. He trusted Sunny with his life, but something told him that his promise wasn’t sincere. “‘Kay,” he mumbled anyway, not willing to argue.
Sunny settled back down, pressing little kisses to the back of Steel’s neck, running his hand up and down his side. This was more familiar, Sunny’s steady presence at his back. “Feel better, baby?”
Steel nodded. “Mhm,” he hummed quietly, pushing his hips back just a fraction. Sunny hummed too, more an approving noise, kissing Steel’s shoulder. His hand slipped lower, around Steel’s hip, ghosting over the band of his boxers but not pushing in - his fingers traced ticklish patterns on Steel’s stomach, the lines between his abdomen muscles.
Strangely, that felt wrong. Steel didn’t want to be reminded of his body like that, like he had one that was too big and too old for how he felt inside. He should have reached down and moved Sunny’s hand himself, but that thought only occurred to him after he whimpered and shook his head, pushing his face into the pillow.
Immediately, Sunny stopped, his hand leaving Steel’s skin altogether. “Krishna? Are you okay?”
Steel wanted to cry - it must have been the exhaustion prickling at his eyes. He took a shaky breath and nodded. He was fine, he was just tired. He closed his eyes.
Careful this time, Sunny’s hand instead rested on Steel’s waist, thumb gently rubbing reassuring circles into his skin. It didn’t take long, though, before his fingers were pushing subtly under the waistband of Steel’s boxer shorts, stroking down his hip and teasing the top of his thigh. Steel didn’t move. Despite Sunny’s attempts, he really was tired, and he could feel it pulling him under again.
Until Sunny pushed his boxers down entirely.
He let out a surprised noise, reaching down instinctively to grab at them, but Sunny was faster, already pushing his cock flat against Steel, groaning with relief. Steel could feel wetness just at the base of his spine, heat and hardness as Sunny pushed against him again and again, breathing hard against the back of his neck. Steel could only grip the fabric of his boxers against his own cock, unfortunately hard, but much easier to hide.
He could hear himself whimper a weak “amma” but it didn’t register in his body, high on heat and hormones and Sunny’s scent.
“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Sunny whispered, pushing his knee against Steel’s to get him to part his legs a bit, which he did without question. “It’s okay, chellam. You sleep. I won’t do anything else, I promise.”
Steel felt truly helpless, being used like this. “Promise?” he whispered, knowing it was a lie, because Sunny just pushed harder. The little groans he could hear, he could feel as hot puffs of air against his skin, and he couldn’t remember if he wanted Sunny to stop, to keep going, to let him sleep, anything.
“Of course,” Sunny panted. “You’re sleepy. It’s okay.”
He was sleepy. Steel sighed shakily, his hand relaxing on his boxers, the last bit of cover he had between him and Sunny, and tried to relax his neck, letting the rhythm of Sunny’s movements rock him to sleep.
He was at least a bit grateful when Sunny huffed and pulled back, letting him lie peacefully. Sunny reached over and got something off his nightstand, kissing Steel’s shoulder on the way as if to let him know he was protecting him here. That was all he needed to let sleep take him, pulling him safely down into comfort. He was safe with his Amma there.
He didn’t know what he’d been dreaming about, but Steel was brought back to reality with a jolt and an ache spreading through his hips.
In the flash of panic, his whole body jerked, trying to pull away, but strong arms around his waist held him back before he could get anywhere. His heart was racing, mind frantically running through a list of ways to escape- but it was Sunny, he was in bed, he was safe.
“Shh, shh, Krishna, it’s okay,” Sunny was saying, keeping his voice as calm as possible. He stroked Steel’s chest, kissed his shoulder, but his hand wandered back down to Steel’s hip, where it tightened, holding him still.
Steel whimpered. He knew what was happening, but it still hurt, feeling the tip of Sunny’s cock stretching him open - that, and the betrayal that felt like icy shame spreading through his chest.
“Just the tip, I promise,” Sunny breathed, his hand leaving Steel’s hip to wrap around the rest of his length. “Sorry I lied. This is all I’ll do, okay?”
Steel could feel tears spilling over, finally, feeling helpless when he nodded, hugging his hands tight to his chest. “No more,” he whispered, barely a sound, because he knew Sunny was lying. And he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’ll stop,” Sunny reassured him, but he pulled out a fraction before pushing right back in, definitely deeper than he had been before. “Go to sleep, baby.”
Steel was fighting his animalistic brain, the one that wanted Sunny to do unspeakable things to him, because he was still so weak in his own mind, being used by his Amma. “Please, Amma,” he whimpered, trying to pull his hips away, only for Sunny’s hand to snap right back to his hip and hold him still with a grip that hurt. ”Amma-”
“Krishna, please,” Sunny groaned, though it seemed like he didn’t know what he was begging for either. “Stop. It’s okay.”
Steel took a deep, shaky breath, and breathed out again, forcing himself to calm down. Had Sunny prepped him? He couldn’t tell at all - maybe he was still loose from last night. Or maybe Sunny had fingered him open while he slept. That thought made his brain fizz like TV snow.
“That’s better,” Sunny said. Steel knew that tone. It was the tone Sunny used when he wanted to control his breathing, when he wanted to avoid spooking Steel with harsh words, even though they both knew it would have Steel quivering and close to coming in seconds. “That’s better, little one. Sh.”
Steel’s mind had just about closed off. He could only think about how warm Sunny was behind him, the pressure between his legs. The remaining part of his coherence was free to roam, free to think about how big Sunny was, pressing him open - it was free to think like a child.
He’d never, never explore it with anyone but Sunny, but it was comforting, turning his brain off, feeling small, letting an adult take the reins and make him feel good.
And it did feel good, lying down with his Amma holding him close, rubbing his skin in reassuring little patterns while he let the blanket come down in his mind.
However, even when his thoughts were barely there, nothing in his head but a daze of heat and the feeling of Sunny’s cock, he could still feel the way Sunny’s breathing hitched. He could feel the way Sunny’s fingers pushed into his hip, the way he pressed his open lips against Steel’s skin, swallowing back groans, his breath hot and wet. Sunny’s hand kept leaving his hip, presumably to stroke the rest of his cock that wasn’t pushed into Steel, and every time it did Steel let his eyes flutter back to the feeling of what seemed to be Sunny gradually losing his mind, holding back moans, little incoherent words of praise babbled against the back of Steel’s neck.
Steel was almost ready to sleep again when Sunny seemed to get frustrated. His breathing changed, coming quicker, harder, and his fingers dug into Steel’s hip with more strength - before Steel could make a noise, Sunny broke.
“I’m sorry, kannaa,” he sobbed, and something like the panic from earlier flushed through Steel’s chest, but he couldn’t react in time before Sunny roughly pushed him onto his front and slammed his hips forwards, burying his cock entirely in Steel in one go.
Steel’s eyes flew open and he choked on a gasp, but that was the only air he could get before his face was shoved into the pillow and everything went dark. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, feel Sunny’s hands digging into his hips and the back of his head, holding him still even as he thrashed and tried to run from the pain of Sunny’s cock splitting him open.
He couldn’t breathe.
His spit and tears soaked the pillow under him, making every desperate drag of air more and more difficult, only able to make muffled noises of panic as Sunny pulled out and pushed back in, somehow feeling even deeper, the ache spreading even to Steel’s thighs when he tried to push back with his knees.
Sunny’s hand on the back of his head only pushed harder. Little white dots swam in Steel’s vision and his struggles got weaker. It was supposed to be good, but it hurt, and Sunny’s hands were too rough, and all he could do was sob and reach back blindly to try and find Sunny’s body, anything-
He smacked Sunny’s side accidentally and held on to whatever he’d hit, squeezing his muscle as hard as he could out of desperation.
Sunny got the message. The hand on the back of Steel’s head disappeared just as Steel’s mind started to shut down and his limbs went heavy, falling like bricks to the bed.
“I’m sorry, Krishna,” Sunny was saying as Steel turned his head to get some air, dragging oxygen in so fast it made him dizzy. “I couldn’t help it. I can’t.”
Steel had barely any idea what he was talking about, his head still spinning, high out of his mind with tears and drool smeared over his cheek, until Sunny collapsed on top of him and held his hips and started fucking him in earnest, not giving him a moment to recover.
“Sorry, baby,” Sunny moaned, gripping Steel’s thigh like a vice to push his legs apart, his groans getting deeper when he realised how weak and pliable his boy was. “My baby. My baby boy. Good boy.”
Steel was so hard it hurt, on top of everything else. He was dizzy, feeling as though he’d pass out if he moved too fast, but it felt so good, especially when Sunny pulled his hips back to meet every forceful thrust.
“Baby? I thought you wanted to sleep,” Sunny asked, his tone patronising, mean, sticky and horrible against the skin of Steel’s neck.
Steel couldn’t stop crying. It hurt so much, but he wanted to come, because with every infantilising word he could feel himself getting closer and closer. He struggled weakly, mostly just writhing against Sunny’s body, but didn’t know which way was up, let alone what he wanted.
“I think I told you to go to sleep,” Sunny reminded him, a hint of a growl in his voice, shaking minutely with every thrust of his hips. Steel couldn’t remember, couldn’t think. Had he? Maybe.
A stinging sensation spread over his scalp when Sunny twisted his fingers into the hair at the back of his head, dragging his head back harshly. “I did tell you,” Sunny said, while Steel’s neck ached. “What do you say?”
What did he say? Could he speak? All Steel could feel was dizziness, Sunny’s cock deep inside him, the harsh friction of his own achingly hard dick against the mattress. He managed to make a sound, barely a moan, wishing Sunny would just let him lean back a bit further and kiss him, because if he strained his neck he could just see Sunny’s lips-
The world went dark again as he was let go and his head snapped back into the pillow, the relief spreading through his back just for a moment before it was replaced with more panic at the realisation he was going to be suffocated again, and fuck, if Sunny did that to him, he might just come with the relief when he could breathe.
Sunny seemed to lean back instead. “Knees,” he said, harsh. “Do as you’re told.”
Steel held down a shiver and carefully pushed backwards, making sure to keep Sunny’s cock buried as deep as he could, until his knees were under him and he was sinking into a low arch on the bed. He couldn’t spread his legs as much as he wanted to because neither of them had paused to take his boxers off, so there was no relief from the almost painful friction of fabric pulled taut against his own cock.
“There, good boy,” Sunny hummed, the praise genuine. His hand rested on Steel’s hip - Steel flinched on instinct, expecting a harsh slap, but Sunny just rubbed his skin, shushing him gently. “Sh, baby, it’s okay. You haven’t been that bad. Yet.”
Steel didn’t realise he was whining until Sunny chuckled, so he swallowed it in embarrassment, trying not to move his hips too much. He failed. Sunny could definitely see his desperation in the way he slowly moved his hips in little circles, trying to feel the drag of Sunny’s cock inside him, to get him deeper, the idea making his mind go blank.
“Now,” Sunny said, not moving his hips, just letting Steel grind fruitlessly. His tone turned sweet, babying, infantilising. Steel could feel his orgasm building despite not being touched - uh oh. “What do you say, baby?”
“Please,” he said without thinking, drooling into the pillows again, his voice weak. “Please-”
The sound of the slap registered before the pain did, but it definitely registered, blooming in fiery heat all the way from his behind to his thighs, his stomach, his cock, and Steel’s eyes were fluttering back as he moaned uncontrollably, fingers digging in with white knuckles to the bed sheets and the pillows.
“No, not that,” Sunny said, his tone still sickly sweet, rubbing a hot palm over where he’d smacked Steel. “I thought I raised my son to know better.”
Steel was going to die. He was going to come, and it was going to be terrible because Sunny wouldn’t touch him, and he was going to be punished for it, and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Amma, please-”
Another stinging slap landed, this time right on top of the first, and Steel yelped into the pillow. He could feel his cock twitch - if Sunny moved, fucked him properly instead of just keeping his cock warm-
Sunny slapped him again, and then a fourth time, and Steel was sobbing, because it hurt, and he was so close it was humiliating. His whole body was hot with shame and need, and it felt so good, and he didn’t understand it at all, why he felt so tense, like he’d break if Sunny just kept going.
“Amma- I- I’m,” he managed to stammer, only to be interrupted with another harsh slap, this one much harder.
“Don’t you dare,” Sunny growled, but he wasn’t helping when he pushed his hips forwards, pushing deeper into Steel. “You still haven’t said sorry.”
Steel was finished. It was all too overwhelming. He cried out into the pillow when Sunny hit him again, by now his body so overtired and overstimulated he couldn’t help it, his orgasm ramping up and almost, almost taking him over. He was sobbing, crying pathetically into the ruined fabric, so close. All he needed was just one more. One more hit, one more sting of pain that shot through his limbs, one more-
Sunny smacked him so hard Steel couldn’t see for a moment, but when his vision cleared, he was coming, sobbing, his orgasm shuddering through his body in a confusing wave, eyes rolling back, squeezing tight around Sunny’s cock as his own twitched pathetically, spurting out come in pulses that fell to the bed and his boxers, his moans catching in his throat with his breath as it washed through him.
“Oh, Krishna,” Sunny said. He sounded so disappointed it hurt, deep in Steel’s chest. He hadn’t meant to, he just-
Sunny pulled out.
Steel’s crying stopped almost instantly, stunned into silence, hole clenching around nothing, his body shaking in confusion and the remnants of his pitiful orgasm.
“I told you not to come.”
He sounded angry.
Steel had never been ripped from orgasm so hard before in his life.
He made a whimper of a noise in question, hesitant to look back and see Sunny’s angry face, something blooming in his chest that felt like fear. He wanted to hide and cry and be small, because suddenly he didn’t feel so safe.
Especially not when Sunny stood, sliding off the bed and walking over to his set of drawers.
Steel hid his face in the pillow, not daring to move a muscle, even though the tears and drool were starting to irritate his skin and make his cheeks hurt, and it was hard to breathe. He’d done enough. He’d disobeyed, he’d complained too much, and he’d come without permission - he absolutely deserved whatever was coming his way, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t making hot shame and fear spread through his chest.
A gentle pressure on the back of his head made his whole body flinch, but he forced himself to calm down.
“Shh, sh, Krishna,” Sunny said. His voice was gentle, not a hint of the anger that had been there a moment ago. The whiplash almost made Steel dizzy. “Look at me?”
Steel didn’t hesitate to obey this time, sniffling and turning his face towards Sunny’s voice.
Sunny was always so beautiful, even through Steel’s watery eyes. He’d taken his hair down, and it framed his face so nicely, made his eyes look softer, especially when he did that little gentle, slightly worried smile.
“Are you okay, kannaa? Was that too much?”
Steel blinked tears away, confused for a moment. Was he dreaming? Too much?
Why wouldn’t Sunny just fuck him?
He shook his head, hoping that Sunny would pick up on the desperation in his entire body. It seemed to work, because Sunny’s gentle smile fell and he got back into character in a heartbeat, standing back upright and stroking his cock a few times, directly in front of Steel’s face.
Sue him, his mouth watered. He swallowed harshly.
“Good,” Sunny groaned, “because seeing you cry gets me so hard, little one.”
Steel let it wash over him again, the little one making him shudder.
“Off.”
It took a second for the command to process but once it did Steel scrambled to take off his boxers as quick as he could, turning onto his back to pull them down and going to throw them towards the laundry basket before Sunny stopped him, just a simple “ah-ah”. He froze, looking up at the man, his soiled boxers in his hand.
Sunny took them from him and eyed them for a moment. Steel could appreciate how beautiful he was again, looking up in awe at this man who’d taken him in and made him feel so good and so loved, and made him so horny he’d come just from being hit. It wasn’t the first time, either, he remembered, watching with glazed over vision as Sunny closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his dirty boxers, the hand on his cock moving faster now. There had been so many occasions where Steel had been more turned on than he thought possible, sometimes to the point Sunny just had to call him a good boy to get him to come on command. Steel was so fucking lucky he’d managed to attract a pervert like Sunny.
Sunny seemed to finally notice Steel coming out of the headspace and tossed the boxers aside - Steel let a breath of relief out that they weren’t being stuffed into his mouth. He didn’t hate it, he just didn’t want to have anything in his mouth that wasn’t Sunny.
“I’m not done with you,” Sunny breathed, reaching down to pick up whatever he’d got from the drawer. His hairbrush. The nice wooden one. Clean.
Steel’s stomach dropped.
Sunny smirked at his wide eyes, tongue wetting his lips, shiny in the low light from outside.
Steel’s mouth worked around the sounds but nothing came out, his knees snapping together for protection, fists tight against his chest. He barely managed to get out an “I’m sorry-” before Sunny’s hand came down over his mouth and he froze again.
“No, no, too late for that,” Sunny said, too gentle. Condescending. Steel could taste traces of pre-come on his hand so he let that sink into his mind. A small reward.
He let it work. Sunny didn’t seem to mind, so he licked his palm, the familiar taste settling into his mind, blinking up at his Amma with bleary eyes, the feeling only pulling at him more when Sunny’s hand shifted and two fingers were being pressed down onto his tongue.
Steel relaxed. His thighs lost their tension, and his fists uncurled, one hand coming up to loosely grip Sunny’s wrist, trying to guide his fingers deeper, over and over. He could come again. He would, for Sunny. The taste of his skin, the smell of pre-come that still clung to his fingers, the way he hummed contentedly when Steel wetted them so thoroughly - it had Steel’s mind fogging up again.
When those fingers were gently pulled from his mouth, he whined, suddenly aware he’d closed his eyes, and blinked up at Sunny. He didn’t deserve it, but please-
Once again, he heard the smack before he felt it.
Hot, stinging pain erupted over his inner thigh.
His legs tried to close immediately, pure instinct, but Sunny’s hands gripped both of them, roughly holding his knees apart, the tension making Steel shake. Tears stung at his eyes. He’d gasped so suddenly that he choked on his saliva, torn between coughing and groaning in pain, his own hands flying to Sunny’s leg for something to ground himself with.
He’d barely regained control of his breathing when one of Sunny’s hands left him and three more smacks, all in quick succession, right next to each other, seared across the inside of his other thigh.
“Legs apart, Krishna,” Sunny growled.
Tears were definitely squeezing out now, running down Steel’s temples and into his hair. He tried - he tried so hard to get his quivering under control, parting his legs for Sunny, silently begging him not to hit with the back of the hairbrush again. He was gasping, sobbing, his voice barely working through pathetic whimpers.
He wasn’t sure what was happening any more, only that it hurt, and he could be good, this was just too much. Because he knew what was coming next.
He forced himself to take his hands off Sunny’s leg and instead grip the pillow, dragging it down over his face for something to cry out into when the inevitable happened, leaving his ears free so he could obey.
“Good, good,” Sunny was saying. His weight shifted on the bed beside Steel, whose heart only picked up speed. “Unfortunately, you don’t deserve my cock, do you, baby?”
Steel’s brain wouldn’t process that for a moment. He wanted it so much, but his Amma was always right.
Steel shook his head vigorously under the pillow, trying to demonstrate just how much he agreed. Anything to make it hurt less.
“Glad you agree,” Sunny hummed, stroking a warm, wet hand over Steel’s thigh. He fought the twitches of his leg, trying to close and run away. “Shh, sh. You understand though, yes?”
Steel nodded, a weak little “mhm” making it out of his throat.
Sunny let out a hum of a laugh. “Good boy, good boy.”
Steel could feel him stroking over his thigh, a small comfort but an appreciated one.
It did not offset the discomfort of something hard, wet and cold being pushed inside him, or the sheer humiliation of knowing immediately that it was the handle of the hairbrush.
Hot shame flushed over his chest, all down to his arms and his thighs, clenching around the intrusion, his little shivers only making it wiggle inside him, nowhere near as satisfying as Sunny’s cock. Not this again. He was whimpering, he realised, making pathetic little noises of pain and shock into the pillow.
“No, no pushing it out,” Sunny warned, reaching down to push it harder.
Steel was delirious. He was hot all over, shivering, feverish, humiliated and ashamed, and somehow, through all of that, he was desperately turned on again.
He was certain he was hard again at this point. He didn’t know what Sunny did to him - something about him was so intoxicating he couldn’t possibly resist, and he didn’t want to.
“Krishna,” Sunny said, a warning tone again, and Steel ran through everything he was doing to figure out what he wanted - eventually, he realised, and let his legs fall open again to give Sunny a full view. “Good.”
The praise. He couldn’t stop his hips moving. He couldn’t possibly hide the little circles they were making, grinding against nothing, not full enough to be satisfied. He could hear Sunny’s hand working his own cock, and his mouth watered again, but he hadn’t been good, and he didn’t deserve it.
“Pick a number,” Sunny ordered. “One to ten.”
Steel tried not to panic. Shit, he couldn’t think-
“Baby? Can you count that high?”
He knew his cheeks were burning because it was getting unbearably hot under the pillow, but he couldn’t stand the thought of moving it.
“S- six,” he blurted out, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Hm, that’s good,” Sunny said gently - the approval made Steel’s chest feel warm again. “Six it is.”
“Amma, wh-”
“One.”
This slap was the worst one.
It was like fire, overwhelming, spreading all the way through his body from where Sunny’s hand had come down on his cock.
Steel couldn’t hold back then. He cried out, the pain unbearable for a brief moment before subsiding to just overwhelming. He was crying again, his legs pressed together, and before he could correct it Sunny was grabbing both of his knees and forcing them apart again, so much stronger than Steel thought he was, which normally would have made him swoon, but in this instance only made him tremble.
It took a moment for him to be able to hear again, or to register that Sunny was speaking to him, because he couldn’t stop sobbing.
“... one thing, kannaa. One thing.”
Steel was getting dizzy. He needed to get air.
“I can make it five if you let me see your face, baby,” Sunny cooed, and Steel couldn’t resist that.
He let the pillow go and the rush of cool air on his wet face was almost as much of a relief as breathing was the first time he’d been suffocated. He was almost light-headed.
For the first time in a long time, their safeword crossed his mind.
He was sore, in so many places, and he felt stupid - turned on, yes, but almost like Sunny was asking too much of him. He had one job, to keep his legs apart, and it felt impossible.
Then again, the control Sunny had over him?
That was devastatingly hot.
Sunny seemed to sense that he needed a pause and stroked gently over Steel’s thigh. It wasn’t the most extreme thing they’d done, and if Steel had anything to say about it it wasn’t the most extreme thing they were going to do either - maybe it was the exhaustion that was getting to him.
He looked up at Sunny through watery eyes, and something in his chest broke. Steel was crying, sobbing, but not in the way he had been. This time, he was just crying, upset, even though he wanted this. He wanted his Amma to punish him, he wanted to be told what to do, but in that moment he wanted nothing more than for his Amma to hold him.
Sunny softened.
Gentle fingers stroked over his hot cheek, thumbs brushing under his eyes, soft lips pressing to his forehead, his nose, his chin.
“Have you had enough?” Sunny asked, the gentleness in his voice much more genuine now.
Steel was so relieved that he wasn’t upset. If he’d upset Sunny, he’d never be able to look at him again. He nodded, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.
Sunny’s lips pressed to his nose again. “Orange?”
Steel had no idea what possessed him then, because he should have said yes to the safeword, but some fear gripped him. He wasn’t thinking right. He shook his head, trying to open his eyes to see Sunny, but it was difficult when all he could see was water. He could feel Sunny’s hair brushing his cheek.
“Six is too many?”
Steel’s brain almost shut down. Amma. He nodded.
Sunny’s breath was heavy, hot against his lips. “Three?”
Steel nodded again.
This was immediately better. He’d almost forgotten about the hairbrush until his hips moved again, pushing forwards into nothing, all because of the fact he knew Sunny’s lips were almost on his.
“I’ll be gentler,” Sunny said, and this time Steel chose to believe him, for the sake of his own sanity. “Like this?”
Steel nodded again, shuddering as Sunny’s hand glided down his chest, his stomach, making sure to tug on his thigh as a reminder before a single finger was tracing a line up the underside of his cock, which still hadn’t flagged. Even that sensation was almost too much, still oversensitive, but he persevered.
He managed to open his eyes and blink enough tears away to look at Sunny, who was closer than he’d realised, those dark eyes transfixed on his lips.
Steel’s heart squeezed.
He was about to speak when Sunny landed another short, sharp slap to his cock, pain radiating out again, but this time something got lost in translation and Steel’s body arched into it, needing more contact, no matter how much it hurt. His eyes fluttered back, lips parting in a silent groan, but Sunny just hummed happily.
“This is supposed to be punishment, kannaa,” he said, but he didn’t sound angry this time. “You’re so hard.”
Steel’s voice finally worked, and he let the groan out into the micro space between their mouths.
“That’s one,” Sunny whispered. “Good boy.”
This was so much better. Steel panted, open-mouthed, his gaze on Sunny’s lips, wanting nothing more than to feel their tongues pushing together-
The second slap felt better still, like his body had learned now, and any contact from Sunny’s hands was a blessing. If he kept it up, Steel might be able to come again. His moan was louder this time, his body twitching forwards, managing to keep his legs parted for Sunny.
“Two. You’re doing amazing, baby, my baby boy.”
Tears were still sliding over Steel’s face, but this time it wasn’t upset, it was just desperation. “Amma,” he whimpered, “three.”
“Mm-mm-mm,” Sunny disagreed gently, brushing his thumb over Steel’s cheek, and his finger rubbing the head of his cock in little circles, which was nothing short of torture. “I meant three more, little one. I thought you knew your numbers. I’ll call your school, hm?”
It was probably meant as a joke, but the thought of Sunny making a fuss over him had Steel grasping at his arms, looking up at him in desperation, shame flushing through his chest again. “No, I know, I know them,” he babbled, his hips pushing against Sunny’s hand. “I know them. I promise.”
He was getting closer. The torture had to stop at some point, and whether that was Sunny’s decision or Steel’s did not matter to him in that moment. The way that Sunny was looking at him, like a disappointed parent, was scrambling his brain, making the pain feel good, making the shame feel incredible.
“Hm, do you?” Sunny asked, like he was speaking to a baby.
Steel was getting close. He just needed Sunny to keep rubbing at his cock like that, keep babying him, keep going-
“What comes after two, then, baby?”
Steel swallowed the whimper that threatened to out him, but he was sure Sunny could tell by how hard he was gripping his arms. “A- I, I d-” he stuttered, shamefully close, his mind melting.
Sunny sucked air through his teeth, and the disappointment hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as torturous as the fact he took his hand entirely off Steel’s dick, and the cool air rushed to replace it. “No, that’s wrong,” he said.
Steel was going to die again. His hips pushed desperately into the air, his cock twitching. He stared up at Sunny, in shock and pain, trying to remember what the question was.
Sunny sighed. “Count with me, baby, okay?” Steel nodded. “One.”
“One,” Steel repeated, his thighs twitching.
“Two.”
“Two.”
“And-”
Steel hesitated, looking up at Sunny, begging him silently. His voice was small. “Three?”
Finally, Sunny’s hand came down on his cock again, shooting burning pain all the way through his body, somehow dragging him back from the edge and ramming him right up against it at the same time. Steel felt blind for a second, his whole body twitching and pushing and pulling, the hairbrush stopping him from arching fully, until he forced himself to open his eyes and look at Sunny, gasping for air.
Sunny was smiling, barely reacting to Steel’s whimpering moans. “Good boy, Krishna,” he praised. The words swam in Steel’s head, like little fish in a much bigger aquarium. “Good boy. You did so well. We can try bigger numbers another day, okay?”
Steel nodded, dazed.
“Okay, good boy,” Sunny hummed, pressing a little kiss to his nose, and shifted away. Steel tried not to worry, but it was okay, because Sunny only reached between his legs to slowly pull the hairbrush handle out of him, murmuring little praises over and over in a comforting tone that flushed the worry from Steel’s body. “You want your Amma now?”
Steel nodded, watching Sunny shift to sit between his legs. He was exhausted, and he wanted nothing more than to come, but it wouldn’t feel right if it wasn’t like this. “Please.”
“So polite,” Sunny cooed, pressing his knees back towards his chest, and slowly sinking his cock back into Steel.
The relief that washed through Steel nearly tipped him over the edge. Of course Sunny was still rock hard after torturing him for however long. He was so lucky he had Sunny.
“You can come now, baby,” Sunny reassured him, setting a slow, forgiving pace, pulling out just a bit before sinking as deep as he could.
Steel didn’t want to touch himself yet, because he knew it would hurt, and a selfish part of him wanted Sunny to do it. “Thank you,” he said anyway, voice weak, losing himself to the heat and weight between his legs as Sunny sped up the rhythm a bit. “Amma-”
Sunny pressed his knees further, getting impossibly deeper, and Steel was even more certain he couldn’t take any more, especially as he felt Sunny’s cock push against something deep inside him, making it better and better every time. He couldn’t help the little moans and pleas he was babbling, head pushing back into the pillows, nothing but an incoherent string of “Amma, please, please, Amma” and moans coming from his mouth. It worked, because Sunny moved just that bit faster, groaning softly when Steel’s resolve finally broke and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, twitching when the soreness caught up to him but not letting go, moving up and down quickly.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Sunny panted, not slowing down.
Steel gazed up at him, feeling a little like he was out of his mind at this point, getting closer with every thrust - until his body gave up and pulled him right up to the edge again, taking him so much by surprise that his moans doubled in volume and his thighs shook, trying so hard to focus on the feeling of Sunny fucking him that he forgot he’d been edged.
Sunny was encouraging him, but the words didn’t make sense to Steel, whose orgasm was building, slowly and then all at once. One moment he was gazing desperately up at Sunny, the next he was coming so hard he was seeing stars, or maybe that was his eyes rolling back and his entire body tensing and shuddering, clenching around Sunny’s cock so hard he had to stop for a moment as one wave subsided and the next seemed to take Steel’s body by surprise again, practically writhing under Sunny, moaning in broken little gasps and choked off vowels, shuddering.
He barely had time to remember which direction was up before Sunny was fucking into him again, harder, begging him and pushing harder and harder until his own hips shuddered and he was coming deep into Steel, pushing in as deep as he could a few times.
Steel could barely feel anything. His eyes were itchy, his body was in such euphoria that he was certain he was going to feel nothing but sore the next day, and he could barely find the strength to lift his arms any more, let alone keep his eyes open.
He registered Sunny pulling out and letting him flop to the mattress, and the feeling of a warm, wet towel being swiped over his chest and his stomach.
“Krishna? Baby?”
He breathed out and used the remaining shreds of his willpower to open his eyes to see a faintly concerned looking Sunny hovering over him. He’d put his hair back up, which was a shame.
“Are you okay?” Sunny asked quietly, wiping tear tracks away gently with the towel. “I didn’t mean to actually hurt you.”
Steel blinked slowly at him. Hurt him? But he wanted to be hurt. Why would Sunny need to apologise for that? They’d both enjoyed it. He was just exhausted.
“Krishna.”
“Hm?”
Sunny let out a breath of a laugh, his head dropping to hide his smile briefly. “Sorry. I’ll let you sleep.”
Steel pouted, just a little. “Promise? This time?”
“Yes,” Sunny laughed. “Yes, I really promise this time.”
Steel narrowed his eyes at him, suspecting. Not that he’d be upset by Sunny doing anything while he slept, he just had a job and a life outside the bedroom, and he didn’t want to be entirely sore all over, which he could already feel happening, aches creeping into his muscles.
“I promise, baby,” Sunny repeated, and this time Steel believed him.
“Mmkay,” he mumbled, trying to shift so Sunny had some space to sleep, only to open his eyes and realise he’d had a micro sleep, because Sunny wasn’t there any more. He sighed.