Discipline - Demons - Galvin/Luke
Title: Discipline
Pairing: Galvin/Luke
Word Count: 458
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Spanking
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Galvin tries to teach Luke a lesson about smiting alone.
Luke sucks in air through his teeth when Galvin's hand hits his bare ass. His hand clenches the white sheets of their bed, and blood rushes to colour his cheeks. Galvin's hand rests for a few moments, his fingers brushing against Luke's crack, teasing by his entrance until he whines.
"So what's the lesson for today, Luke?" Galvin drawls.
Luke can't answer, because Galvin's hand smacks down again before any words can come. The short snap of pain sparks through him and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to stop anything unfortunate from slipping out.
"Luke," Galvin repeats insistently.
"I'm not supposed to smite alone," Luke gasps. "No heroics."
"No stupid heroics," Galvin corrects. "Stupid, needless, showy, bullshit." Each word is punctuated by a new sharp smack, the stinging growing. Luke's cock presses hard against Galvin's thigh and he has to use all his self-restraint to stop himself from rutting down to chase any semblance of friction and pleasure. "Who were you showing off for? Ruby?"
He's talking normally: as if Luke isn't bent naked over his lap, as if his erection isn't pressed against Luke just as hard as Luke's own.
"Is that it?" Luke pants. "Are you jealous?"
"Answer the question." Fingernails scrape over his reddened skin. "Who?"
"Who do you think, Galvin?" He rests his head against the bedspread and closes his eyes.
"Say. It." Another two hits, one on each cheek, with each word.
"You, okay?!" Luke says. His breathing chatters. "You."
With that admission, Galvin guides him back up again. Luke turns over so that he's sitting in Galvin's lap instead of bent over it, and Galvin rests his chin against Luke's shoulder. Moving an arm around Galvin, Luke plays with the hair at the back of his neck.
"You're so good at it all," he explains. "Smiting, grading, everything. Then there's me."
"The last Van Helsing."
"That doesn't mean anything. It's been years and I still don't know what I'm doing."
Galvin's head rises and he presses his lips against Luke's mouth, drinking the self-doubt away. Luke's eyes close and he thinks that if they could do this forever then he might be able to stop worrying for once. Just Galvin and him locked away in their bedroom: it sounds perfect.
"I don't know it all yet either. Not quite," Galvin says. "That's why we work together. Remember that, kid. I don't wanna have to discipline you again."
Snorting, Galvin wriggles until his legs straddle Galvin's hips. "You call that discipline?" he murmurs, guiding Galvin's hand to his dick. "I'd call it foreplay."
Galvin laughs, allowing Luke to push him back against the mattress - and Luke thinks that, as long as they stick together, they're both going to be fine.
Pairing: Galvin/Luke
Word Count: 458
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Spanking
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: Galvin tries to teach Luke a lesson about smiting alone.
Luke sucks in air through his teeth when Galvin's hand hits his bare ass. His hand clenches the white sheets of their bed, and blood rushes to colour his cheeks. Galvin's hand rests for a few moments, his fingers brushing against Luke's crack, teasing by his entrance until he whines.
"So what's the lesson for today, Luke?" Galvin drawls.
Luke can't answer, because Galvin's hand smacks down again before any words can come. The short snap of pain sparks through him and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to stop anything unfortunate from slipping out.
"Luke," Galvin repeats insistently.
"I'm not supposed to smite alone," Luke gasps. "No heroics."
"No stupid heroics," Galvin corrects. "Stupid, needless, showy, bullshit." Each word is punctuated by a new sharp smack, the stinging growing. Luke's cock presses hard against Galvin's thigh and he has to use all his self-restraint to stop himself from rutting down to chase any semblance of friction and pleasure. "Who were you showing off for? Ruby?"
He's talking normally: as if Luke isn't bent naked over his lap, as if his erection isn't pressed against Luke just as hard as Luke's own.
"Is that it?" Luke pants. "Are you jealous?"
"Answer the question." Fingernails scrape over his reddened skin. "Who?"
"Who do you think, Galvin?" He rests his head against the bedspread and closes his eyes.
"Say. It." Another two hits, one on each cheek, with each word.
"You, okay?!" Luke says. His breathing chatters. "You."
With that admission, Galvin guides him back up again. Luke turns over so that he's sitting in Galvin's lap instead of bent over it, and Galvin rests his chin against Luke's shoulder. Moving an arm around Galvin, Luke plays with the hair at the back of his neck.
"You're so good at it all," he explains. "Smiting, grading, everything. Then there's me."
"The last Van Helsing."
"That doesn't mean anything. It's been years and I still don't know what I'm doing."
Galvin's head rises and he presses his lips against Luke's mouth, drinking the self-doubt away. Luke's eyes close and he thinks that if they could do this forever then he might be able to stop worrying for once. Just Galvin and him locked away in their bedroom: it sounds perfect.
"I don't know it all yet either. Not quite," Galvin says. "That's why we work together. Remember that, kid. I don't wanna have to discipline you again."
Snorting, Galvin wriggles until his legs straddle Galvin's hips. "You call that discipline?" he murmurs, guiding Galvin's hand to his dick. "I'd call it foreplay."
Galvin laughs, allowing Luke to push him back against the mattress - and Luke thinks that, as long as they stick together, they're both going to be fine.