"Pleasure or punishment?"
There was the click-snap of a button being undone and the soft rustle of fabric. He smelled clean linen.
"P-pleasu-re…" barely audible, the edge of a whisper. He heard another quiet rustle, and the heat of a solid body was on his back, on his side, all around him. A deep hum rumbled behind his head and on his back and he felt the shivers all the way in his toes.
"Speak up." he pressed his cheek into the sheets as breath ghosted along his ear and neck, warm.
"Pleasu-re…?" his voice cracked. The warm bulk moved closer, nose in his hair but not touching. Millimeters but at the same time solar systems away.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" his words were honey against his skin. A broken, quiet moan left his throat and he spread his knees apart, chest dropping closer to the sheets. He hated it when he got like this.
"I'm-… I want-"
"Answer the question." He opened his mouth on a hiccough and squeezed his eyes tight against the darkness, nipples tight and hard on his chest from the demand in that deep voice, tingling.
"Pleasure…"
There was a sharp, amused exhale behind his head that threw the hair at the nape of his neck into disarray and he feels his skin tighten.
"Do you deserve it?"
He splutters desperately and is confused as to whether or not he should answer. The tingling is fraying his nerves and the thrum in his core turns to magma in this inner thighs, laving at his insides. His tongue lolls uselessly out of his mouth as he pants and the crawling in his skin doesn't stop. He finally nods, doesn't trust his voice, doesn't trust his body. There's another short, sinful laugh behind him. The mattress dips to accommodate the bigger body relocating onto the sheets behind him, on top of him, all around him. Please touch me.
"You're such a good boy." He feels large arms dig into the mattress on either side of his head, breath on his neck and shoulders once more. He drops his chest again, forcing his ass farther in the air, closer to the warmth of the firm body.
"Behave yourself." His tone pitched only slightly deeper, but the warning under the calm was there, and it set his skin on fire and doused him in ice water at the same time. The shivers rocked through his whole body and he exhales harshly into the dark.
The warmth behind him shifts, weight dropping to the right. A single rough fingertip touches the middle of his back, in-between his shoulder blades, the warmth a precise pinpoint in his world of molten gold. A slight increase of pressure forces the remaining out of his lungs, but the drag of that single fingertip down his spine rips a loud moan out of him, skin crawling in the path of the hot digit. There are stars in his darkness and on his skin where he touches him, finger following the soft curve of his back. The finger stops at the cleft of his ass, and he can feel the eyes on him. There's another deep, vibrating hum directly behind him.
"Such a very good boy."