somewhat to his surprise, that he also wanted to feel the heat of it. And hear Yuri’s tears and pleas for mercy.
That was weird. So weird. But it made his own cock twitch a bit in his dress slacks. The poor thing was just confused. It hadn't gotten the memo that Rebecca was no longer on the menu for the night.
Angelo wanted to see Yuri break down for once in his life, and he was drunk enough to think that now was the absolute perfect time to make his fantasy a reality. Angelo brought his hand down hard on Yuri’s bum, just to see what he’d do.
Maybe he'd start to cry. Or whine. Probably he'd whinge.
Yuri did not disappoint.
“Ow! Fuck, damn. That hurt!” But despite his protests, Yuri didn’t grab his trousers, pull them up, and make a break for it. He just stood there and cursed Angelo and waited.
Angelo smacked Yuri again, this time on the other arse cheek. He imagined his fingers painting a bright pink streak across the pale flesh. Part of him wanted to see that and part of him was horrified at the thought. He should have stopped right then, but a drunken Angelo was not the world’s most sensible person.
“Fuck!” Yuri screeched. But still he didn’t move.
“Shut up, you little shit, or I’ll gag you.”
Yuri moaned. Angelo couldn’t tell if it was in fear or anticipation. Knowing Yuri as well as he unfortunately did, he’d put money on the answer being both. Either way, Yuri shut his mouth.
“It’s time to take your punishment,” Angelo told Yuri, then struck him again on the arse. It was, Angelo reluctantly noticed now that he couldn't help but look at it, round and firm and fucking perfect. Which, of course Yuri had a perfect bum. It was just like him. “You're getting sixteen spanks,” he went on, smacking the tender skin at the junction of Yuri's rounded cheek and upper thigh. “One for every year you’ve been a brat and I’ve been stuck with you. Do you think I’m happy about this?” Smack. “Do you think, for one second, that I’d have ever chosen you?”
Sounding miserable, Yuri whispered, “No.”
Angelo struck so that it glanced off Yuri’s bollocks. He howled but still didn’t move, other than jumping a bit at the startling burst of pain. Angelo was reluctantly impressed. He'd expected Yuri to have gone storming off long before now.
“No,” Angelo agreed. “But here we are.” Smack. “I have to spend my life with you.” Smack. “And I refuse to put up with your shit.” Smack. “I am done.” Smack. “Do you understand?” Smack. “Done.”
“Please,” Yuri whimpered, his voice gone watery and thin.
“Please, what?” Smack.
“Please, sir?”
That took Angelo aback because it was entirely unexpected. He’d thought Yuri would’ve run away by now, or at the very least begged for mercy. Instead, he'd done neither thing. And that “sir” had gone right to Angelo’s dick where it definitely didn’t belong. He tried to will away what was the beginning of an honest to god erection.
“Or, I don’t know,” Yuri said, starting to babble to fill the silence. “Your royal highness? If you have a preference I can—”
Smack. “Shut up, Yuri. I swear to god,” smack, “I will get you to stop being such a fucking arsehole,” smack, “if it’s the last thing I do.” Smack.
There. That was sixteen. Time to stop. Time to make the royal arsehole pull up his arsehole trousers and go back to his own arsehole room. But, seemingly of its own volition, Angelo’s hand rose again and touched Yuri’s bottom. Yuri moaned again. So did Angelo, before he snatched his hand back.
“Go on,” Angelo said. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
Yuri still didn’t move. “Please, sir,” he said again.
“Jesus Christ, what now? You’re done. We’re done. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Please, can I have some more?”
That made Angelo's heart speed up. Blood rushed everywhere he needed it except his confused head. Yuri wanted more? Angelo stared at Yuri’s arse and all sorts of unwanted and intrusive thoughts flooded his mind. No. This wasn’t what he wanted at all.
“I should’ve told Becky that your dick is tiny,” Yuri said, his voice more hopeful than sneering. “Because I’ve seen it. I would know.”
Anger rekindled within Angelo. Without stopping to think, he slapped Yuri’s arse again. The prince groaned and raw satisfaction poured into Angelo. His fingers itched to do it again.
“And that you used to run around naked all the time while playing with your bits.” Yuri