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Title: A New Thing (short version)
Author:
uh_oh_shuffle
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 200 words
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Ambrose
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
Challenge: #226. Past Prompts Revisited
A/N: #033. Kink
A/N 2: Feel free to think of this as pre-relationship, or during.
Warnings: Spanking kink.
The first time it happened Ambrose flinch so fast he nearly jump up and hit the ceiling. The feel of a strong larger hand shooting pain through his underside was something new and startled him something fierce. Of course he knew the tin man only meant it as playfulness, after he got “his fingerprints on its new shine”. He exited the room with few words, a big blush, and an amused tin man waving goodbye behind him.
The second time he didn’t know what came over him. There it sat on the table, untouched yet begging him – barrel shining, ammo waiting. He barely made contact with the other man as he walked over and without even thinking touched it. He could feel the tension and the heat before Cain had even raised his wrist up.
The next few times struck Cain as odd for nearly two whole seconds, before he leaned in and whispered, “You only have to ask, Sweetheart.” It was the kiss on his cheek, soft and genuine, accompanying the next hard slap that made him blush like a school girl. Picking up the gun he placed it in the other’s holster. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore.
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Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 200 words
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Ambrose
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.
Challenge: #226. Past Prompts Revisited
A/N: #033. Kink
A/N 2: Feel free to think of this as pre-relationship, or during.
Warnings: Spanking kink.
The first time it happened Ambrose flinch so fast he nearly jump up and hit the ceiling. The feel of a strong larger hand shooting pain through his underside was something new and startled him something fierce. Of course he knew the tin man only meant it as playfulness, after he got “his fingerprints on its new shine”. He exited the room with few words, a big blush, and an amused tin man waving goodbye behind him.
The second time he didn’t know what came over him. There it sat on the table, untouched yet begging him – barrel shining, ammo waiting. He barely made contact with the other man as he walked over and without even thinking touched it. He could feel the tension and the heat before Cain had even raised his wrist up.
The next few times struck Cain as odd for nearly two whole seconds, before he leaned in and whispered, “You only have to ask, Sweetheart.” It was the kiss on his cheek, soft and genuine, accompanying the next hard slap that made him blush like a school girl. Picking up the gun he placed it in the other’s holster. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore.