Cookie Dough

"Dude, you'll get salmonella!" Kuroo was holding a bowl of cookie dough barely out of his boyfriend's reach, leaned against the counter with his foot up against Bokuto's chest. "And if you eat it all, I can't make cookies!"

The brown eyed male pouted, not giving up in his attempt to reach the bowl. "Just a little won't hurt. Please?" While one hand reached for the unbaked goods, his other held the ankle of the foot holding him back. "Don't make me beg, babe."

"Just let me bake, damn i- Bo!" The bed head stumbled as his foot was pushed down, letting out a curse as the bowl slipped from his grip into the other's. "Give it back!"

Bokuto grinned, then bolted. "Thanks!"

"You little- Get back here!" Kuroo went after him, the two rounding the couch until the chaser managed to jump it. "Give it-"

CRASH

The sound was followed by a unison, "Fuck."

"Koutarou.." The raven haired let out a growl, and Fukurodani's ace flinched. There was only two occasions when Kuroo would use his given name. When he was begging for release, and when he was pissed.

"Hey, Kuroo, listen I-"

"You're done talking until I say otherwise."

He didn't argue, only nodded. Bokuto knew better than to speak against his boyfriend when he was angry, that would only worsen his sentence.

"Bedroom, now. We'll clean up this mess later." There was an unsettling -yet exciting- authority in the cat like captain's voice, and the other could do nothing but scamper towards the room he knew all too well.

Usually they would flip a coin, or decide based on whoever's team won the last practice match, or some other odd way for who would be topping who. Both enjoyed either position, so long as they could enjoy each other. But in times like this, there was no need to bother. Kuroo was pissed, and Bokuto was going to be completely and fantastically dominated. He certainly wouldn't complain. But oh beg he would, knowing his boyfriend.

"Everything but your underpants. They need a wash, anyways." Kuroo watched as the other eagerly stripped, his tongue running over his chapped lips slowly. He walked over as clothing items were thrown astray, but stopped short of the bed Bokuto had sat back on patiently.

"I had it all planned out, you know. Feeding each other warm cookies and making out while we watched that dumb comedy you love." The raven crossed his arms. "But knowing you, you'll be begging for more of this in no time. I guess the movie can wait."

He grinned, the smile devilish across his lips, and sat finally on the bed, patting his lap. "Stop palming yourself, Koutarou."

Bokuto nearly let out a whimper as he pulled his hand away, and obediently moved over the other's lap. "How many?" He asked, knowing what was to come. "Hm.. Start counting and I'll decide as we go." 

His boxers were tugged down, just enough to expose his slightly pale ass. The first smack came only seconds later, the loud sound mixing with the yelp that fell from the owl's lips. "O-One!" He counted, having picked up from many punishments that Kuroo wanted a quick response.

There was a second, then third and so on, all followed by a stuttered number. By ten, the receiving boy's bottom was a bright red, his yelps mixing with his own moans as he counted aloud.

It was sixteen when Kuroo finally stopped.

"You do know why I had to punish you, yes?" He practically purred, his hand now rubbing gently against the raw skin.