Page 105 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
This was a punishment, but it didn’t mean Auston wanted to harm Chase. He started light, a smack that made more noise than impact. Chase still flinched, but he settled quickly.
Auston kept at it, painting Chase’s whole ass in light smacks, pinking up the skin. It was only when Chase had relaxed, shoulders going loose, that he landed the first hit.
Chasemoaned. It was a loud burst of sound, as if it’d been stored in the core of him and knocked right out. Auston was nice enough to let the sting fade, for Chase to ready himself, before hitting him again, in the same spot but the opposite cheek. He watched blood rise underneath the skin, making it glow red.
Auston spanked him again, his big paddle of a hand landing on the fattiest part, watching how it rippled, doing it again, and again, and again.
By the time Auston paused, Chase had ripped the sheets out from where they had been tucked at the side of the bed, now fisted desperately under his face. He was sweating, skin shiny and slick. His neck and back were a blotchy red, but it wasnothing compared to the sight of his ass—the longer he looked, the more flushed it was getting.
Auston palmed the globes, making Chase whimper and kick his feet a little, but he stayed put. Auston used both hands to part the cheeks, revealing the pink hole hidden there.
Without thinking about it, Auston leaned close and spit right there. The sound Chase made was insane, a crying gasp like he couldn’t believe what Auston had done. Auston removed one hand and then used three fingers to smack the now-wet hole,hard.
Chase’s whole body flinched, voice hoarse as it shouted out. Auston did it again, knowing how sensitive Chase was there. Slick dribbled out, adding to the mess.
“You really want it, huh? Even when I’m punishing you, you’re slicking up.”
Chase breathed wetly. His scent was so thick in the air it almost smelt as if he were in heat. “Daddy,” he pleaded brokenly, words cracking down the middle.
As a response, Auston slapped his hand where ass met thigh, knowing it hurt more than the other hits.
Chase rolled away instinctively, but Auston caught him by the middle. “Colour?”
“Green,” Chase sobbed out.
Leaning an arm on the small of Chase’s back, Auston rained down the hits with his other hand. The sounds were insanely loud, ringing off the walls of the room, mixing with Chase’s broken cries. Auston smacked his thighs, his ass, his hole, big hand covering swaths of skin, pain visible in the reddened, inflamed skin left behind.
Finally, he stopped. Auston was panting, but it was nothing to the way Chase was sucking in air, snot and thick spit obvious in the wet sounds.
The silence that fell was filled with something new. The flurry of hits had sanitised something, had chipped away the rusty exterior to reveal the tender, shiny insides. Chase lay limp and whimpering, and Auston soothed the red skin of his ass.
“There you go, baby. You did so well. It’s over now.”
A sob burst out of Chase, and Auston was moving them at once, back hitting the mattress as he gathered Chase up in his arms, crushing the Omega’s body to his.
Chase clung in return, wet face tucked in Auston’s neck. He was trembling, crying, but he was limp, too. He was being emptied, the dredges of the draining that had just taken place, the stubborn sediment that clung and had to be shaken out in the aftermath.
“Good boy. My good boy. You did so well. You took it so beautifully. It’s over now, honey. You’re okay.”
That just made Chase cry harder, but Auston could tell it wasn’t the sort of tears that added to the sadness, but the kind that purged.
Auston felt as if he’d been emptied in the best way, too. After the hard loss, after having to bite his lips and not punch shitty Alphas on the ice, after how hard they’d been fighting for wins, for a playoff spot, and watching it slip away—they’d needed to be absolved. Chase needed to know he was forgiven, Auston a sense of control.
We’re perfect for each other. It was a cheesy fucking thought, but it lingered. All their differences were deeply inconsequential in the face of this—of how they fit together at that moment. Of what they could give each other that Auston hadn’t ever imagined he could find.
Chase quieted eventually. Auston waited a while longer to softly say, “I’m gonna grab a few things. Count to sixty; I’ll be here before you finish.”
At Chase’s nod, Auston hurried to gather everything—a roll of toilet paper, some cream, snacks, water, juice, a wet towel.
He careened back into the room, almost tripping over his own feet. Chase giggled, eyes red-rimmed but all scrunched up in happiness.
Auston didn’t know how he could hold so much love inside him. He hadn’t known his body was capable of it—of this cherishing, this adoration.
He cleaned up Chase’s face first, Chase resting his head on Auston’s thigh and blinking up, body on its side to avoid aggravating the skin of his ass. He had Chase blow into the tissue and then used the damp towel to wipe away the tear tracks and clammy skin.
He gave Chase water and had him roll onto his stomach to spread cream carefully on his sore skin, shushing Chase’s little noises tenderly.
The snacks came last—a little awkward with Chase draped on top of Auston, but he accepted the pieces of chocolate and nuts, taking sips of water in between.
