Ned
hummed his favourite Christmas Carole and swayed in time as he finished drying
the breakfast dishes. He was nude except for the apron around his waist. He was
unaware of his audience until a large hand landed painfully on the right side
of his butt.
He
dropped the tea towel and glanced over his shoulder. The words of protest died
in his mouth at the expression on his Dom’s face.
“Why
aren’t you wearing your slippers?” Flynn sternly demanded, not letting on just
how sexy he found his partner.
“Ah,
maybe ‘cause they don’t really match my apron?” Ned thought that was as good a
reason as any. Much to his chagrin, he immediately discover he was mistaken
when the same large hand landed on the left side of his butt. It was as equally
painful as the first one.
He
turned to hopefully get his backside out of range in case Flynn planned to add
more swats to the two that were already smoldering there. He sighed his relief
when he was merely handed his red slippers which he hastily put on.
“They’re
a perfect match for the handprints on your backside, my boy,” Flynn ironically affirmed.
Ned’s
apron was removed and he was pulled into a comforting hug. The large hands that
had inflicted the burn now moved soothingly down his back to gently cup the overly
warm cheeks.
“Matching
pairs, huh?” Ned chuckled as he enthusiastically returned the hug.
The
End
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