Warm tongue licking the back of his neck, whisper tickling his ear.
"Old Astin."
"Huh... What?"
"Your name, silly. Irish, right? No accent mark on the 'a', means 'old'. Pronounced
'Shan', see? Shan Astin. Old Astin. Old Connery. Old Penn."
"You say that anywhere near 'em, and you won't live to be old, imp. You're dead
meat."
*giggle*
Chair spins, catching giggler by surprise. Muscled shoulder rams into trim belly,
heaves.
*oof*
"Seán!"
"Hey!"
"Put. Me. Down."
Big hand pulls down waistband of sweats.
Spanks hard.
"Ow!"
"Stop whining."
*spank*
"...and kicking."
"!!!"
Stares at hot red mark on smooth white ass.
Spanks again.
*Caresses*
*Kisses*
"Seán!"
*moans*
Giggler lands on bed - naked as jaybird.
Menace looms over him.
"Old, am I?"
*groan*
" No... ah!"
*soft breathy moan*
*gasp*
"Seán..."
"Mmm?"
"I'm a bad boy, aren't I?"
"Yeah..."
"So... spank me again?"
~~~~~
Wherein Sean Gets His Irish Up
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