Simon didn't ask anything of Peter after that. He just lightly rubbed circles against his thighs through those delicious pants of his. He had answers to all of the questions in Peter's head, like how easy it was to raise redness on delicate skin that rarely saw sunlight with only a minor pressure and that Peter was likely bright red too back there, but if the other man didn't ask, Simon couldn't answer.

It would be a little while of some gentleness before the blond spoke, voice calm.

"And that was a typical punishment."