Messy [MxM]

Chapter 3: Wrong

Tyler was well and truly high. It had been so long since he'd slapped a pretty bottom around, said every mean thing as it popped into his head, and gotten the perfect response.

Not everybody liked this type of play. A lot of bottoms wanted a few marks and a lot of praise, which was valid, but Tyler liked a brutal fight before the sweetness. Apparently, Dakota was the same, and if Tyler's instincts were correct, "compatible" didn't even begin to cover it.

In the back of his mind, he knew that kind of connection was dangerous; it had torn him up so bad last time. But right now, wetting one of his many black handkerchiefs, he couldn't be scared or sad. His body felt amazing.

"What is that?" Dakota asked from where he lay on his back on the bed. His pupils were still blown, his skin flushed and sweaty. Almost all of his eyeliner had been worn away by moisture and Tyler's hands, but a few smudges remained.

"Micellar water. I'm going to clean you up."

"Oh. Okay."

Tyler gently cleaned around Dakota's eyes and down his cheeks, which were still red from Tyler's slaps. When Tyler wiped over the no doubt sensitive skin, Dakota's lashes fluttered, and he whimpered.

Tyler ached to praise him, to tell him how perfectly he'd taken the hits, but he wouldn't go against what Dakota had requested: no praise. He cleaned the cum off of him next, then tossed the handkerchief into the hamper at the edge of the bedroom.

"How are you single?" Dakota asked.

The question caught Tyler off guard, and he laughed. "What do you mean?"

"You're incredibly attractive—"

"Thanks."

"—so dominant it hurts—"

"Thanks...I think."

"—and that scene..." Dakota's eyes welled, and he looked away.

Tyler sat down on the edge of the bed next to Dakota's prone form and wiped the tears from his face. He felt for him, but he was also still hovering in domspace, Dakota's compliments feeding the pleasant warmth cushioning him all over. It was as if they'd just done drugs together and Tyler was flying high while Dakota had a bad trip.

Tyler kneaded his own forehead. "What about the scene? Did you not like something?"

Dakota sniffed and shook his head. "I liked it. It's just..."

"What?"

Dakota fixed a hurt gaze on Tyler. "You said not to talk about him."

Ah. But Tyler had already gotten off, so talk of some other shitty guy wouldn't screw with his boner.

"You can tell me."

"You won't use it as an excuse to punish me?"

It wasn't the first time Dakota had mentioned punishment. Maybe they weren't so compatible after all because yes, Tyler liked obedience and respect, but if he didn't get it, punishments weren't the answer—at least not for him.

"I'm not into discipline," he said. "I'm not anyone's parent. I know I mentioned praise and that usually goes with punishment, but I don't like that. I only give pleasure. So don't mention me punishing you again. Got it?"

The relief that poured from Dakota was palpable. He closed his eyes for a moment. "That's how it should be."

Tyler smiled. "I agree."

Dakota took a breath. "I said not to praise me, but I want it so bad right now. Except I— I know from experience that I'll take things I don't like just to get it. That's what happened with my ex. I can't trust myself."