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Smack.
Thanks to Dante's utter shock, Eiden had one full moment to bask in the sight of those gloriously bouncing, sun-kissed cheeks after laying a couple smacks on 'em.
Once that moment passes, he's hit full force with the Sun Lord Death Glare as Dante sits up to face him—it is then that Eiden realizes he fucked up. A bead of sweat runs down his bare back (due to the scorching heat of the desert afternoon, granted, but it still thematically resonates).
"What- height of disrespect have you reached now?!"
"Sorryy, intrusive thoughts won, haha… uh… it just looked so nice and-" Eiden scrambles, finding in the intensity of the Glare that he needs a better explanation. "-eer, it's that there's this… cultural tradition of my world…"
With something approaching patience, Dante suffers through an embellished explanation of the concept of 'birthday spankings'—something that Eiden knew only through the internet, but which he's more than willing to overplay as some sort of important Earth cultural touchstone, if it'll save his hands from having to hold up buckets of water or whatever as punishment for smacking the royal posterior.
The judge does not look very moved. He does look very hot, fully naked and glistening with tanning oil—it detracts from Eiden's focus on his defense.
"What an uncouth custom, to mistreat someone thus on their birthday. Mine is only on the morrow, regardless- not that I would agree to that."
"Hey, it's all in good fun… and well, my whole visit is in celebration of your birthday, but- I suppose you have a point. Shall we… continue it at midnight, o Sun Lord? Just twenty spanks to go, and one to grow on, ehe…"
Eiden's sheepish grin falters as Dante just. Stares. Worth a shot, Eiden thinks, though he's not sure it's true.
"...a-alright, nevermind that, I'm sorry-"
"I do not think that you are. You seem to not understand the gravity of acting with such disrespect toward my station- it shows weakness and invites rebellion, to have such acts go ignored."
"Come on now, 'twas just a couple taps on the- and besides, we're on the tallest terrace in Solaria, who'd even witness the 'disrespect'? Birds?!"
"The elemental spirits of Fire are ever watchful of their chosen, and my dignity before them should not falter."
"Oh you just made that the fuck up- h-hey!"
"And he is truly unrepentant… this will not do," Dante chides, pulling Eiden off his sunlounger with a firm grip on his arm.
Eiden is startled for a moment, but then giggles—he's good at reading Dante by now.
An angry Dante is a cold Dante. His current haughty and cocky demeanor signals something different.
"Aah, am I under arrest again, master Sun Lord sir? Can't I make it up to you… somehow…" He rubs Dante's bare chest as he pleads, trying to incite something.
"You well should be, with your conduct. But I can arrange for a punishment more befitting the crime."
Eiden's seductive efforts are suddenly interrupted when Dante asserts a firmer hold on him—despite their oil-slick bodies, the Sun Lord has no trouble manhandling him into the desired position…
That position being slung over Dante's knees. He blushes at the exceedingly obvious implications, though his sun-tanned face disguises it.
"W-Wait just a moment, you're not- aw! AW! Fuuck!"
Dante wastes no time in lighting up Eiden's cheeks with two hard smacks. It stings, and Eiden's blush intensifies—he remembers gawking at the jiggle of Dante's butt when he'd done that before. Now he feels the same impact rippling through his own flesh, only stronger. And he knows he's softer and plumper than Dante, so doubtlessly he's jiggling even more.
"Y-You're too strong, it's‐ hyahh! Stawp!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I know exactly how much strength I'm using."
Eiden thrashes his legs, pedaling as further smacks keep coming. His voice is keening as he barks back, "it's not flattery you jackass, this huOWW-"
"It hurting is precisely the point."
Dante hmphs, and squeezes a handful of ass with enough force to make Eiden yelp. He pauses for a moment to move his leg so that it locks Eiden's, stopping their thrashing.
"You ought to take this overdue punishment with some grace."
Eiden holds his tongue, knowing another spank is coming, and not wanting to make it any harder on account of his talking shit.
He still cries out loud when it comes, squirming wildly on Dante's lap and letting a hand fly back to shield his posterior from further assault. It-
"Burnsss," he explains eloquently, voice choked as he writhes.
"Tch… perhaps I overestimate your endurance even now." Dante sighs. "Very well- have it even more infantile."
From the tone, Eiden had assumed he was being let off the hook, but he gulps as he feels Dante grab the wrist of his protective hand. It gets pinned on his back, out of the way of-
More swats. Eiden cries out reflexively, jolting on Dante's lap—but he finds that the pain is actually… considerably more tolerable. The hits come faster, alternating between each cheek and making the sting build up, but they don't lay into him so hard he has to scream anymore.
Instead, he whimpers. With the pain less sharp for the moment, there's the opportunity for reality to sink in—the reality that he's being spanked.
He's over Dante's knee, getting a bare bottom spanking (a bare everything spanking, more accurately, as they sunbathed in the nude). The continuous, unrelenting smacking sounds don't let him forget it—if the burning sensations that they bring even would.
Eiden's face burns too, and his lip quivers at the indignity—well, that's karma for you, I guess. Not because of what he'd done just now, no, that was still some bullshit. But he had done this to Edmond and Karu before. So maybe it's only fair.
He remembers how the others had looked while taking it, how he'd felt giving it… and he thinks of how he must look right now. How smug Lord Jackass must be feeling. Whines.
Yet such thoughts do stir up something in him, helped by the fact that his dick is grinding on Dante's thigh, slick with sweat and oil—in their utter nakedness, there's not much hope of hiding that he's getting hard.
Eiden moans sharply as Dante slaps his ass with a bit more strength and a vague sense of finality, segueing into a painful grope.
"Twenty-three."
"U-Uh?"
"My age as of tomorrow. You have received an equal number of lashes. Is that not how your custom works?"
"Oh, uhn..." Eiden pants, squirming in his lap. He expected the budding heaviness of his cock would be quite evident, but Dante isn't reacting to it. "You forgot 'one to grow on'."
"What?"
"An extra swat at the end, for the year to come."
"And you are… eager for that? You're quite enjoying this," the Sun Lord processes it out loud, with some sense of awe and incredulity at the gall.
"Uh… yeah? 'tis called kink. Talk to Kuya more- anyway, don't pretend you didn't enjoy it more than me…"
Eiden rocks his body back and forth on the other man's lap, making an effort to have their cocks touch—and it's easy, because Dante is big and most of the way hard. He grunts.
"But of course, I'd much rather you do… something else to my ass… than spank it… mhn…"
Speaking in provocative whispers, Eiden arches his back and raises his hips from Dante's lap. He sways ever so slightly to either side, gyrating invitingly like he'd picked up from Garu. He knows he presents an irresistible picture, can almost feel Dante's attention on his sore ass and lewdly exposed hole-
"Come on, Sun Lord Dante, why don't you fffAAAGH-!"
Eiden failed to anticipate just how unwilling Dante is to 'lose' the encounter; as such, he's entirely unprepared when a spank hits him right in the sensitive, so far untouched skin of his cleft. The sting brings tears to his eyes, and Eiden humiliates himself further in his desperate thrashing to shake it off.
Not even Kuya had hit him there yet—he didn't think the little bastard had it in him.
Eiden gasps in further distress as he realizes that, in pushing together his muscled thighs, Dante has trapped his cock between them, making the prospect of escape all but impossible.
"I think it wrong for a punishment to leave one wanting more- you need a stronger impression, clearly. I won't be swindled by crocodile tears again, you coquet. Let us see just how far this 'kink' of yours gets you…"
"W-Wait Dante, that's not- ow, OW! It hurtsss…"
Eiden keens from two loud, hard smacks that explode against the sensitive stretches of skin between his butt and his thighs. He has to glance over his shoulder, teary-eyed, just to make sure the Sun Lord's hand is not literally on fire—it certainly feels like it is.
He's treated to a glimpse of the smuggest, cockiest Dante he's ever seen—and fuck, it makes him all tingly.
It's not just how divinely gorgeous the younger man looks, sacred markings catching the sunlight in his oiled body. It's that… Eiden usually feels like he can stay a step ahead of Dante when it comes to stuff like this, with his greater experience and initiative. But now-
A mean groping spank burns the meat of his ass, making Eiden yelp and scattering any complicated thoughts—yeah, exactly. He's not in control in the slightest. He doesn't get to decide anything. He's at the Sun Lord's mercy. He's getting spanked.
He shudders, horny—which is an excellent summation of many of his experiences in the Klein Continent.
Eiden clenches his cheeks through the compounding sting, and Dante takes that moment to caress his skin with his fingertips. Feeling heat there quite beyond what even the harsh desert sun had inflicted as they'd basked in it.
"Hrm. This part of you was even paler than the rest. But I've found this a most efficient method of correcting that… along with your troubling attitude, it would seem."
Oh, he's cracking little jokes now, awesome. But Eiden bites back a witty retort, fearing for his sore butt which is currently enjoying a moment's reprieve.
Yeah, there is an effect on his 'attitude' after all.
"A-Am I not tanned enough?" He hazards asking instead, heaving. Fuck, how he wishes he could rub the sting off—but his hand remains pinned.
"Since I had not been aware of your unique customs at the time of your own birthday celebrations, I see fit to graciously deliver now what you missed. Twenty-five, yes? And one to grow on," Dante snorts, and lands a sudden, heavy smack that draws a shriek out of Eiden. "That makes nine."
"Fuck- a-ah, Dante, not so- hard- plea- AH-"
"Finally, some contrition. Good. But I don't make empty threats. Ten. Eleven-"
"Nooo, you don't- g-get it- gyahh-!"
"Twelve- I fully 'get' a little miscreant trying to skirt his punishment. Thirteen."
Don't fucking call me a naughty boy in that voice, fuck, fuck. Eiden moans out loud, which Dante must misconstrue as moans of pain.
And there is pain, to be sure, but… there's more to it. As each lash lands and is sternly counted out by the disciplinarian, Eiden thrashes as much as he can, mostly bouncing up and down—which jacks his dick, trapped in tight heat between Dante's thighs.
As if that wasn't enough, there's the goddamn magic. His essence is acting up, as it is wont to do when he becomes aroused, but… he's not sure Dante is doing it on purpose, but each time the clan member's hand makes contact, it sends a ripple through his entire body; his essence reacts, retracts, the fluctuations stalling and becoming regular—it's like his unruly essence is being tamed, hit by hit. And it all feels-
His toes curl as his lower body trembles in pleasure, mind fogged up—nineteen…
"Ah, ahh, c-can't, can't, pleeaase- I'll- nhhh!"
"Of course you can." Dante hits him twice on his sit spots, not as hard as before, but in quick succession. Eiden ruts wildly, sobbing in unnoticed pleasure. "Twenty-one. You are nearly through…"
He's near something alright—and with the next couple of strikes, he gets there.
Eiden moans loud and wantonly as he's overcome with ecstasy, rubbing one of his nipples with his free hand for some control. The climax comes in waves, one of them crested by Dante spanking him again before noticing what's going on—Eiden sobs, overwhelmed.
"What- you can't have possibly…" Dante starts, but the mess between his thighs is answer enough. The Sun Lord struggles to hold on to his composure. "Y-Your- you- are truly… remarkable."
Eiden is boneless. He feels that Dante has let his wrist go, but he allows his arm to dangle, too dazed to rub his sore ass as he wanted to before. He feels floaty, the fluctuations of his essence somehow stilled, subsumed entirely by Dante's-
Dante holds Eiden's chin to pull his face up and inspect him; he says something Eiden doesn't quite get. It includes his name.
But Eiden isn't 'Eiden' right now. He's Kuya's little vixen—Dante's… something.
The Sun Lord knits his eyebrows when Eiden doesn't answer his queries and instead tries to suck on the fingers that hold his face, unprompted. His breathing is slow and heavy, hips still quivering from his climax.
"'m… shorry…" He manages to vocalize, suckling on Dante's fingers.
Truly remarkable. If Dante had known sooner that it was such a simple matter to make the Grand Sorcerer turn so pliant… tch.
Dante's cock throbs against Eiden, fully hard. But he doesn't think that well-tanned ass is fit to be fucked, much as the idea might appeal to him in the moment. The slick tongue kissing his fingers does make him consider commanding that it work elsewhere—yet it feels somehow… wrong, to take advantage of that state in such a way.
Unlike some, the Sun Lord can easily refrain from indulging his baser instincts. He inhales deeply to ground himself—a mistake, as he's hit with the brunt of the scent of the Grand Sorcerer's essence, but still powers through.
Eiden moans softly and shivers when he feels Dante start to slather something like aloe on his ass, taken from the tray of alchemical products they had for sunbathing. He arches his back, clearly thinking differently than Dante about his current ability to take a dicking then, but the Sun Lord shushes him.
"You will rest and find your bearings… I expect nothing short of excellent service tonight, and on the morrow," he demands, masking the tenderness with which he soothes Eiden's butt, and the tinges of guilt—mixed with a certain sense of pride and ownership—that he feels at those dark shades of red.
陽
"So I was thinking…"
"A rare and dangerous prospect."
"...how about, you know- birthday spanks, but hey, the way they're intended? Hm? Indulge my culture?"
"Absolutely not."
"Come ooon… for fun… I can't hit for shit, you can show me how tough you are-"
"I have nothing to prove."
"C'mon…"
"We shall see how my estimation of you grows in the year to come, before I even entertain such a request."
"I- wait, what? For real? Haha, wow, I wasn't actually expecting that much-"
"Tch."