"That's what negotiating is about." Simon said this was a thickness to his breathing and a dilation to his eyes. He reached up to touch Peter's neck as if he was made of precious glass and breakable, funny considering he's just spanked him, or perhaps like he might stain something so pure with a touch of bare fingers. "The communication would need to be constant..."

And that was also funny because right now Simon, who had done so much talking over the last half an hour, was silent. It was difficult to speak when kissing, however, and his need to kiss Peter had finally toppled over. Both hands held the younger man's face. Steady. Still. Careful.