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“Tell me how you’re feeling, Cal.”

“It hurts,” he hissed, dropping his head between his arms. The move gave him the perfect view of his dick, heavy and weeping between his spread thighs. He couldn’t tell if his face was wetter from all the tears or if his dripping hard-on was. “It hurts.”

“That all you got for me?” He tutted him and gave another harsh whip of the belt. “That’s not good enough. Try again.”

He’d agreed to this. Some fuzzy part of Calix’s brain reminded him of that fact. Here he was, bent over a coffee table, presenting himself to a respectable man of the community…begging to be beaten.

And he was begging, he was under no delusion otherwise, no matter how much he cried or how badly he trembled.

Cal wanted this. He wanted to be debased by the public's most beloved doctor. Wanted to be punished and forgiven for all his sins. He’d be able to breathe again after, just like how he’d been able to breathe for days in the post sex bliss.

“Please,” he said, “it’s not enough.”

“Want it harder, baby?”

“I want you to hurt me more,” he instructed.

Aodhan chuckled darkly. “Someone’s getting greedy.”

“Please.” He dropped his forehead to the table, lifting his ass even higher. “I’ve been bad. I deserve it.”

“Have you?” One of Aodhan’s hands stroked his right ass cheek, smoothing over the welts forming here. The touch both soothed and burned, a delicious combination that had Cal mewling. “Focus, baby.”

“I have,” he rushed to say. “I doubted a friend, and I—”

“I heard you had a conversation with the director.”

Calix’s mind went blank. “Who?”

Aodhan laughed, only stopping when Cal lifted his head and glanced at him over his shoulder. “Sorry, sorry.” He pressed a hand against the back of his skull and forced him into position once more. “The director of the hospital, Titus Mercer. He will not be pleased that you forgot about him, baby.”

“Oh, him.” Right. “He’s scary.”

“Scary?” He spanked him with an open palm. “That’s true. Anything else you want to say about him?”

“Like?”

“Like that he’s hot?”

Cal frowned. “Do you think he’s hot?”

“I’m not blind, Detective, but we’re talking about what you think. From the sound of it, you two were alone at the station for a while. Discuss anything interesting?”

Was he…

“Are you jealous?” Calix blurted, earning himself another bark of laughter and an even heavier hand against his rear. “We were talking about the case, that’s all.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” He yelped when suddenly the belt looped around his neck and he was hauled up. Cal grabbed onto the sides to keep himself from being entirely strangled, his back slamming into Aodhan’s chest. “What are you doing?!”

Aodhan walked him backward, snorting whenever Cal almost tripped. When he stopped them at the table and turned, he loosened the belt and forced his head down. “I forgot my favorite topping. Can you help me out?

Calix frowned. He couldn’t actually mean…?

Aodhan’s hand wrapped around his dick and gave him one solid pump that nearly had him lifting onto his toes. “There you go. That’s the cream I’m looking for. Care to share, Detective?”

“Aodhan…” He wasn’t sure about this. Did he seriously want him to ruin a perfectly good pizza? That seemed…

“Here, I’ll make it easier for you.” That was all the warning he gave before two of his fingers drove into Cal’s entrance. He fucked them in and out a couple of times and then hooked them, pulling upward in a way that formed a hook inside of his body.

Calix cried out at the stretch, his dick gushing precome over Aodhan’s other hand as he started to rigorously stroke him.

“Next time, I’ll use an anal hook on this sweet ass,” Aodhan breathed against the side of Cal’s neck. “String you up and have you entirely at my mercy.” He laughed, the sound a bit hysterical, but composed himself before Calix’s mind could really lock on the oddity of it and question it. “Gods, you’re going to look so beautiful, Detective. Coming apart at the seams. I can’t wait to destroy you and remake you in my image. Tell me, have you ever broken a person before?”

“Aodhan.” A trickle of fear slipped past the lust and Calix tried to fight it off, not wanting to leave his current headspace where everything was blissful and simplified.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered reassuringly, kissing the curve of his jaw. “It’s just a game.”

Right, they were playing. This was just an intense sex game between two consenting adults. There was no reason to feel embarrassed or be worried.

The sound of his fly coming undone came then, and suddenly Aodhan’s fingers were leaving him. He ignored the way Cal whined about being empty, slipping his engorged cock between Calix’s thighs. His flushed crown bumped against the underside of his balls, and then thrust forward to rub against his dick.

Aodhan adjusted his stance, forcing Cal’s legs closer together as he began to fuck against him. Their cocks rubbed together with each inward and outward stroke, the slick sound of their precome mixing and easing the glide resounding around them.

Cal’s hands found the edge of the table and he squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure snapped and sparked throughout his entire body. His skin felt too tight and there wasn’t enough air in the room. He gasped and stood there, taking whatever the doctor was willing to give him, driven higher and higher toward release just from frotting.

“Squeeze me,” Aodhan ordered, his command breathy. “Make me come, Cal.”

He did as he was told, pushing his thighs together to create more friction for Aodhan’s battering cock. The slap against his ass, that pain against the welts, was enough to send him over the edge and he cried out as he released.

Aodhan bit down on the spot between his neck and shoulder and then hit his own peak, come splattering across the table, covering the pizza in a spray of opaque white. He clung to Calix, holding him up even as he partially collapsed into him, his face buried against his throat.

“I can’t believe you managed to get me off just from that,” Aodhan chuckled and then pulled back enough to reach for one of the slices. He selected the one that was coated the most in their mutual come, and then brought the tip of it up to Cal’s lips.

Instinctually, he turned his head away, but when he tried to step back, Aodhan’s solid chest kept him firmly trapped between his body and the table.

“Come on, baby,” Aodhan cooed. “Eat up. I went through all this trouble to prepare it for you.” When Cal continued to hesitate, he nipped at his earlobe. “It’s fine. It’s just a game. You don’t have—”

Before he could chicken out, Calix turned his head and took a large bite of the pizza. He chewed, only noticing Aodhan was staring at him wide-eyed after the initial ick factor wore off. This time, when Cal went to move away, a shocked Aodhan let him. He snatched the slice and propped a hip against the edge of the table, making eye contact with the doctor as he took another hearty bite.

“Good. Fuck me. Light,” Aodhan said, causing Cal to laugh.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how that expression goes.”

“You’re seriously eating that.”

“You told me to.”

“Okay, yeah, sure, but still. I definitely didn’t think you actually would.” His nose scrunched up. “What does it taste like?”

“Honestly?” Cal polished off the rest of the slice and dusted his hands off. “It doesn’t taste any different. Maybe just a little saltier?”

“Bull shit.” Aodhan grabbed a slice and ate a bite. “Why’s it also a little sweet?”

“That would be me.” Calix shrugged when his brow winged up. “That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. Some past lovers have commented on it, that’s all.”

“Some other people have tasted your come and told you it was sweet?” Aodhan’s mood noticeably darkened. “Yeah, that’s—” His multi-slate started to ring, cutting off anything he was going to say. He turned and stared at the screen, and it was obvious he was debating whether or not to ignore it when he finally relented. “It’s the hospital, sorry.”

“No problem.”

Aodhan popped out the earbud attachment and stepped back into the living room as he took the call. His shoulders were tense, and he didn’t seem pleased, but he finished talking rather quickly.

“I’m being called in for an emergency,” he told Cal, coming over to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Oh,” disappointment swept through him, “okay.”

“It’s not because you ate the come pizza,” Aodhan rushed out, going around the table and picking up the bag he’d left on the floor earlier. “Or because you enjoyed being spanked and whipped. I know you can get wrapped up in your head, and I don’t want you wasting the rest of the night doubting things.”

“…All right. That’s kind of more insightful than I would have liked, but thank you.” He hadn’t realized his struggles with self-compassion had been so noticeable. Shit.

“Feel free to eat that one if you want, but...” Aodhan pulled another box from the bag and set it on the table next to the one they’d ruined. “I got a backup for after.”

Cal’s cheeks heated as the box was opened, showing him an identical pizza. “Did you plan this from the beginning?”

“Kind of?” His multi-slate beeped, and he growled. “I get it, I get it. I’m fucking coming already, chill.”

“You should go.” Still naked, Cal walked him to the door. “Thanks for coming.”

“Literally.” Aodhan kissed him quickly, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to break skin. “Whoops. Sorry. I’ll call you later.”

He left Calix standing there, bleeding. Wondering how the hell they’d gotten to this place where suddenly, the idea of solving the case and leaving the planet as fast as possible was no longer as appealing as it’d once been.