Shawn's breath caught in his throat. This man, this beautiful man was so willing and so trusting of him. The faux psychic took a deep breath to steady himself, this was about his Lassie, he needed to get in check and take care of his boy.
"Such a good little boy, so ready and willing, you need this baby? Don't you?" Shawn waited, knowing there'd be no answer, and responded with a loud smack to the detective's pert ass "I asked you a question, you will answer me".
Carlton couldn't stop the tremor that ran through is body at command, "Y-yes s-sir, I-I need this. Need you. Need what only you can give me".
"Only me, that's right sweetheart," the younger man smirked, "And why is that?"
"I belong to you. Only you. Always you. Please sir, please take care of me", Lassiter was close to tears, Shawn could hear it in his voice, and he was breaking. He didn't bother answering the prone man, but rather picked up a leather paddle he'd set off to the side and gently stroked it along his lover's thighs before rising it and letting it land with a loud smack on his baby's backside.
"Is this what you need? What you want me to give you?"
"Yes sir, please, I need this, I deserve what you give me", his words were muffled as he'd driven his head further into the bed. But Shawn knew the words. Knew he felt a need for punishment. And understood it.
"Seventeen. You deserve 17, and you'll count each one", he heard the sharp intake of breath. The both knew why he'd picked 17. But still, Shawn awaited the nod he already knew was coming; with a soft yes sir to accompany it.
The first was solid, and he waited a few beats for the second. The next five were rained down in quick succession. Carlton was groaning with each hit now, barley managing a count. The physic made the last few count. Pulling back and letting the paddle fall hard onto each cheek. Once finished he admired his handy work, the regularly tan skin now bright red and throbbing. The skin warm to the touch. Beautiful.
"Perfect baby, so wonderful. Now tell me, tell me what you want", Shawn knew it was harder for Lassie to ask for what he wanted, but he needed him too.
"I want you, sir", his voice was confident, but his answer evasive.
"You have me, you know that. What do you want me to do", he knew Carlton's face now matched a similar color to his ass. He'd beg to swallow Shawn's cock but struggled to ask to be fucked hard.
"Please sir, I want, I need, I-I…you. I just need you to, to, fuck me. Please. Need to feel you, want to feel you. For days. Please sir, please, please, please" he was practically sobbing with need, with want, his control was gone now. Spencer held all the cards.
"Shh, that's it my sweet boy, all you need to do is ask," he ran his hand down his back, comforting him "I'll give what you want, what you need. Remember, I'll always take care of you" and with that Shawn gently started to spread Carlton ass cheeks, admiring the puckered ring of muscle between them.
He leaned close, inhaling that sweet musky scent that was his boyfriend. He flicked his tongue over the entrance, listening as his baby groaned and bucked, sweet baby Jesus in a tuxedo t-shirt he was beautiful like this. Shawn crawled over him to reach the lube in the bedside drawer.
Resuming his place behind Carlton he uncapped the lube and let a little drizzle onto the warm backside in front of him, before slicking his fingers and circling the twitching entrance to the man he loved.