Owned

AN: I might-- might- continue this. I'm not too sure. I have a lot of fic debt.

warning: MATURE CONTENT.

Btw. Arthit's POV ☝️😏☝️
I legit couldn't sleep last night. It was already past twelve and I was trying to sleep but, urgh, the lion is too H-O-T

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A raised fist, nearly into contact with wood. Hesitating. Breaths let out in rapid huffs. Choking. Lips bitten raw. Stinging.

He didn't know why he was like this. He knew what he wanted- what he needed. But why was it that he was second-guessing himself now?

It wasn't like this was his first rodeo.

Fuck it.

Knock, knock, knock.

He heard a muffled voice come from inside, asking for some time. A few minutes later, the door was opened and a breath hitched. He thought it was his. He definitely thought that was him. Because he was definitely feeling faint all of a sudden.

"Come in," were the simple words- should've been normal words- but there was an undercurrent of a command which made him shiver.

He followed after the broad back meekly. Closed the door behind him softly before turning around to leave his shoes by the door.

Slowly, he walked behind the other man into the room, watching him warily from beneath his eyelashes. He was nervous, that was for sure, but now that he had gotten through the first step of finally entering the abode of the man, a new emotion was beginning to mix in with his edginess.

Anticipation. Excitement.

He bit his lip as he slowly approached the fine figure of the other, who was now lounging on the bed and similarly watching his every move. Like a predator watching its prey.

He stopped a mere distance from him, situating himself right in between the man's spread legs. He went down on his knees, sitting on his folded legs, while his hands found their way to his ankles. He anchored them there as he bowed his head before the other. No words passed between them for a while, until-

"Master," he uttered breathlessly. Softly.

"You've been a very good boy today, my kitten."

His breath hitched at the soft way his master had said those words. He hadn't expected any praise from him, not for how he had simply lost his cool earlier today. He expected to be punished tonight, to be reprimanded, but his master clearly thought otherwise.

"I'm not sure I deserve your praise master. Not after-" he couldn't get himself to continue. He closed his eyes tightly as his mind replayed the scene in his brain in HD.

There was a student- no, a few of them. They were clearly not listening to him as he explained their activity for the day. It was their time to teach their juniors about Tradition, and he was telling them about the extracurricular activities they could join, and how their faculty had always been active in them.

The group were starting to distract the other students around them, and he just- he simply lost it. He yelled at everybody to stand, every single student, then punished them with two hundred sit stands, followed by ten laps on the field.

While they were doing the sit-stands, he yelled at them about being disrespectful to their seniors, how they weren't listening to him, and how they had already forgotten the virtue of the very first two letters of SOTUS- Seniority. Order.

He didn't let anyone off the hook; when one gets to be punished, everybody will be punished. He wanted for them to reflect on their mistakes.

At the end of the meeting, everyone was effectively more silent, cursing at the senior hazer group with all their heart. He could feel it in their resentful stares. But he also noticed the sharper stares that the other first years leveled on the group that had been misbehaving before, who all looked to be contrite.