"I know what you're doing" Hearing Faz's voice made Jamey jump and drop Faz's infamous cigarettes. Faz crossed his arms and glared at him. "Care to explain yourself?" He asked. Jamey has been stealing his cigarettes every other day, just so Faz could punish him, Faz didn't catch on immediately, but after the fifth day. Well he started to put the puzzle pieces together. Jamey stuttered out words as he was slowly back up against the wall. Faz held his intense gaze before it slowly softened, "Jamey. What's going on?" Jamey sighed and whimpered, feeling tears prick his eyes. Now he was pulling out the big guns. "I liked it when you spanked me. I wanna mix things up. It's always missionary sex. I love it, but sometimes I wanna add something else to it" Faz felt something tighten in his chest and huffed. "I don't wanna hurt you, but I wished you'd just ask" Jamey hugged him tight. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd turn me down if I asked" he wrapped his legs around his waist and looked up at him.
Faz gave him a pat. "Fine. What do you want?" Jamey's eyes sparkled and Faz added, "Nothing that makes me hurt you. Spanking is okay, but only in moderation" Jamey grinned. "I'll still take it"
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"Did it work?" Jamey was looking at a different Faz. He was the same height as him and had a baby face. "Yep!!" He gave a thumbs up and the different Faz preened. "I'm so glad! It always works for me~" He waved bye at him as he left and Jamey went back inside his house. "I love you!!" He screamed to the kitchen. "I love you too!!" Faz screamed back.
