hanging out

LA Knight has been in a mood for a few weeks, constantly bothering the Bloodline and doing just about anything to annoy them to no end.

Jimmy is at his wits end, having experienced the brunt of it, with these one-on-one matches, constantly being peacekeeper between his family and Knight — and being caught between them. Jimmy was over it.

All it took was Knight loudly whining about something else. Again. Right after another one of their matches they had had today. Jimmy just wanted to relax in his hotel room. 

Marching over to Knight in their hotel corridor, Jimmy gripped him by the ear, and dragged the other over to his own room and slammed the door shut behind him. Jey remained outside, mid-step and a shocked expression on his face. The click of the lock to the door on Jimmy's room cemented to the other just what Knight had in store, Jimmy was mostly chill, but he also had a hell of a temper, and Jey sent a silent prayer for whatever was going to happen to the slightly older man.

In the room, Jimmy had all but thrown Knight onto his bed, pushed his face into the plush white bedding harshly, and forced a pathetic groan out of the large man's throat.

"So," Jimmy started, "Is there something you wanna apologize for, Louisiana?"

Knight let out a grunt and shook his head as much as he could manage as Jimmy held him down. Jimmy only called him that when he was really in deep shit, but Knight couldn't bring himself to care, too caught up in his bratty little act to consider the very real consequences it could bring.

Jimmy's fingers tightened around the nape of his neck, and Knight's body automatically went limp, a response that had been trained into him since him and the older twin in the Bloodline had started doing these recent sexcapades. Jimmy hummed in approval at the sight, though he didn't say anything, focused completely on punishing the brat that was on his bed.

"F-fuck off..." Knight slurred out, he obviously tried hard to sound petty, but failed terribly, the drool that had already started pooling in his mouth at his rough treatment at the hands of Jimmy streaked the corner of his mouth, and soiled the mattress beneath him. It made a pathetic sight, and Jimmy would have cooed if not for the nasty and irritating words Knight had spoken week after week recently, and, just now.

The Samoan man made no verbal reaction to the weak outburst, instead shifted his hold, and let go of Knight's nape in favor of gripping the base of his dark hair instead. It was the perfect length, and gave him a very pretty look, but also made it easier for Jimmy to pull his hair, something he knew that Knight loved in most situations. Even now, Knight's cheeks were dusted pink as Jimmy lifted him from the bed by his hair, his bottom lip caught between his lips as he tried not to make any sounds of pleasure, he knew it would only make his punishment worse.

"You know better than to cause disturbances like that, LA. I know that you know that," Jimmy said, his tone bordered on condescending, "You been being a fucking brat all week, trying to set me off, trying to see my reaction when I snap. You want to get punished. Ain't that right?"

Knight only stared at the other man, as he opened and closed his mouth around empty rebuttals. The worst part was that Jimmy was 100% correct. Deep down, Knight loved seeing Jimmy like this, darkened look on his face and a feral sneer on his lips, as he was being treated like the scum of the earth.

It was kind of sweet, Jimmy found himself thinking, that the older man sought him out for relief, even if it was in an unconventional way. In any situation, Jimmy was happy to provide the rough treatment that Knight craved, even if he knew that Knight would never outright ask him to be treated that way, too proud to say it directly.

"Go to hell," Knight snapped, brows furrowed in anger.

Jimmy's lip twitched at the sight. It was so obvious that Knight was just putting on an act, his reddened cheeks as his hips squirmed against his will gave him away immediately. Jimmy chose to ignore it for the time being, instead let out a heaved sigh and tilted his head to look at the ceiling for a few seconds, as though he was trying to control his own anger.

"You know what I think you should do?" Jimmy asked, his hand tightened in the other's hair as he finally tilted his head forward and looked Knight in the eyes, "I think you should say sorry for all your bitching and misbehaving."

Jimmy punctuated the word with a tug at Knight's hair, it pulled a whine of pleasure from the other man's lips. Knight's eyes rolled slightly, but he still tried his best to look put out, as he weakly repeated his earlier sentiment of, "Fuck off."

Jimmy took it as a sign to keep going, crowded closer and forced Knight to look up at him, and growled, "You will say sorry for all of your bitching.”

Knight didn't reply this time, he panted wildly, his eyes widened, slightly glazed over as his jaw worked like he wanted to say something, but his brain wouldn't cooperate with his mouth. Jimmy knew that if he were to make Knight stand, he would be strained against his pants, hell, he had probably already leaked through them — his sensitive boy.

“I’m beginning to think you want to be punished for this," Jimmy said, his voice casual as if he just commented on the weather, but the effect it had on Knight was immediate and obvious.

A shiver visibly ran down Knight's spine, hips twitched hard into the bed beneath him. As he tried to hide the almost hopeful gleam in his eyes, excited to be treated like the brat he was.

“Cute.” Jimmy found himself cooing despite himself, but he quickly recovered, and said, “I know what you want, princess, but you still need to be disciplined.”

Knight's pleased whine at the pet name and the prospect of being disciplined was cut short as Jimmy followed the sentence with a tug, and made Knight stand up shakily next to the bed, he swayed a little on his feet, and Jimmy sat on the bed instead.

In a blink, Knight was tugged back down to be rested over Jimmy's lap, one of his strong hands against his back and pinned him in place against his thighs. His face was once again squished into the bed below him, his chest received similar treatment from the hand planted on his back, the highest point of his body being his hips, rested over Jimmy's lap. Knight attempted to squirm slightly in Jimmy’s hold, but wasn’t surprised to find that he could barely move.

“Now,” Jimmy started, “Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“I-- ” Knight slurred out, as he spoke, “I was bad and said some things about you and your family, and didn’t listen to you, and I wanted to fight instead? Sir?”

Jimmy would consider it a wonder that Knight was able to recall anything before this very moment, with the glazed over look in his eyes and the erection that Jimmy could feel straining through his sweats against the surface of the Knight's pants.

“I don’t appreciate the disrespect you been showing these past few weeks,” Jimmy patronized, his free hand stroked up and down gently at Knight’s hip. Knight shivered at the sudden touch. “To the others, and to myself. So this is what's gonna happen. You will take 15 hits with my hand, and you gonna count every one, and thank me afterwards. Understood?”

“Yes...” Knight answered, his voice breathy, his hands fisted tightening in anticipation, knuckles white.

“‘Yes’, what, LA?” Jimmy pressed, his hand stroked harder against the other's hip.

“Yes, sir…” Knight mumbled into the bed, nearly inaudible.

“Good boy,” Jimmy hummed, and squeezed Knight’s side. Knight choked back a whimper at the words and the feeling, and earned a soft smile from Jimmy, even if Knight couldn't see it.

“And if you need to stop? What you gonna say?” Jimmy prodded.

Knight turned his head so it would be pressed directly against the bedding, whined low in his throat before he slurred out a response. “I‘d say…‘Red’...”

“Good boy, Louisiana.”

Knight whimpered outright this time, his hips jerked in reaction to the words.

Jimmy took the opportunity and pulled down Knight’s pants and boxers over his plump ass, the waistband rested just under the crease between his ass and his thighs. Jimmy considered Knight for a moment, observed as he panted into the mattress, hips occasionally jerked forward in a poor attempt to get any kind of friction on his hard cock.

Jimmy rubbed at Knight’s ass a few times to warm him up, watched as he shivered in anticipation at the touch, before he finally drew his arm back and delivered a hard slap over Knight’s cheeks. The flesh of his plush ass and thighs jiggled at the smack, it drew Jimmy's hungry gaze. The large man jumped forward a little in his lap at the contact, but was ultimately held in place by Jimmy's other hand. Knight gasped into the bedding, fists clenched and unclenched as he got used to the familiar sting.

“Number,” Jimmy requested. Knight turned his head to the side, as he panted harshly.

“One!” Knight whined out, and then, more quietly, said, “Thank you, Big Jim...”

Jimmy hummed in approval, and drew back for another spank.

Knight didn’t have to be reminded of what to say when Jimmy's hand came back down the next time. With each spank, Knight seemed to lose track of time, his head floated in space as he slurred out the numbers and thank you’s. Jimmy couldn’t help but be proud of themselves, Knight being trained so well he now took anything Jimmy would give him. Towards the end, however, he started to falter.

“Number, baby,” Jimmy pressed. Knight only panted in response, brows furrowed as he tried to remember what number he had blurted out only a few seconds before. When nothing came to mind, he whimpered into the bed pitifully.

“LA.” Jimmy insisted, his tone quickly turned chastising.

“Sir,” Knight whined, as he drooled into the sheets.

“If you’ve lost count, we’ll have to start over. Number!”

Knight sounded close to breaking into tears, he slightly blubbered as he replied, “I-- Th-thirteen? Sir?”

There was a long pause, Jimmy not saying anything, making Knight frantically wonder if he had said the wrong number, if they would have to start over because he couldn’t keep count. He felt as if he might start really crying now, wanting nothing more than the reward that he knew he would get once this was finished.

A sudden slap of a hand against his ass made Knight jump in surprise, a loud gasping moan left his lips.

“Fourteen, sir!” Knight sobbed out, tears finally falling from his eyes in relief. He shook in Jimmy's lap. “Thank you, sir…Big Jim”

“Good, baby,” Jimmy praised, unable to keep the pride from soaking into his words. “Just one more, and then you’re all done.”

The Samoan man drew back and brought the last spank down, harder than the others. Knight wept into the fabric beneath him, and didn't count the last spank, but Jimmy felt nicer than usual, and let him off the hook this time. Although Knight didn’t cry often when he was actually upset, he always had tears in his eyes when he was overstimulated from how much he was turned on. At this point, he didn’t know what he was crying for, he just needed to be as close to Jimmy as possible.

Jimmy let up on the pressure he had put on Knight, instead lifted him up gently until he was face-to-face with himself. He ran a thumb over Knight’s cheek, wiped a tear that had slid down the other’s cheek. His other hand found Knight’s back, and rubbed up and down as the older man’s shoulders shook from the force of his sobs.

“You were such a good boy for me, baby.” Jimmy cooed, as he toyed with the hairs at the base of Knight’s neck. The other man was obviously still out of it, but his pupils visibly dilated at the touch, which only served to make Jimmy even more turned on by him. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, hm?”

Knight nodded quickly, his tears finally tapered off into sniffles. He pressed his wet face into the crook of Jimmy's neck, a silent look for more comfort that he would never ask for or say out loud to anyone, let alone reach out for, like he did with Jimmy.

Jimmy indulged him, petted his back, lightly rubbed between his shoulder blades. Being teary-eyed and submissive made him even more gorgeous than usual, Jimmy thought to himself.

“Words, LA,” Jimmy corrected mildly. Knight breathed hard into Jimmy's skin for a few moments before he answered.

“Yes, sir.” Knight said, muffled by his position. “I did, promise.”

“And you won’t be a brat like that again?” Jimmy prodded the other’s ass to punctuate the sentence, though he already knew the answer. Knight writhed deliciously in his lap, whined at the pressure against his sensitive ass.

“No, sir.” He breathed out, “I‘m a good boy...”

“Oh, baby,” Jimmy comforted the other, “Of course you are. You just needed some attention, huh?”

Knight nodded, leaned back, an obviously embarrassed look on his face. He reached up and scrubbed at his red eyes, mumbled, “I'm sorry.”

“I know you are, princess.” Jimmy said, the pet name came out naturally.

Knight perked up at the name, eyes glazed over quickly, and shivered in pleasure as he seemed to melt even further against Jimmy's warm body. Jimmy held him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Knight whimpered lightly at the contact and his eyes slid shut.

“I think my pretty princess deserves his reward now, hm?” Jimmy didn’t wait for an answer, quickly switched their positions so that Knight was laying on the bed on his belly, Jimmy kneeled behind him, took the opportunity and pulled off his sweatpants the rest of the way.

Jimmy admired the view in front of him for a few moments before he finally spurred into action, reached over the other and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept under his pillow and popped the cap open. While he leaned over him still, Jimmy took a full handful of Knight’s ass with his unoccupied hand. Knight jerked in reaction but didn’t move away at all, he let Jimmy spread his cheeks, and his finger stroked against his hole.

As Knight panted into the bedding below him, Jimmy took the opportunity to drizzle the lube onto his fingers, set the bottle aside and rubbed the silky fluid between his fingers. He ghosted a slicked finger around Knight’s rim, watched as it fluttered in anticipation, and clenched around nothing. Knight trembled lightly, hands fisted into the blanket he was on.

“Relax, princess.” Jimmy muttered, as his fingertips still circled Knight's hole, “Take a deep breath for me.”

Knight followed the order, heaved breaths through this nose and out through his mouth. Jimmy smiled at his eagerness, his dry hand moving to brace against the small of Knight’s back. He pressed one finger inside the tight hole, and Knight let out a long, drawn out moan, and gasped into the sheets.

After a moment of pause for Knight to adjust, Jimmy pumped his finger in and out slowly, mumbled words of encouragement as he worked Knight open.

When Knight began to relax a little more, Jimmy picked up the lube again, drizzled more onto his fingers and in between Knight’s cheeks, and prodded until he was able to slip a second finger in beside the other. He curled his fingers, and Knight moaned softly, hips rutted unconsciously into the fabric of the blankets.

“Please…” Knight slurred out, though Jimmy didn’t know exactly what he was begging for.

Jimmy didn’t grace him with a response, instead moved to add a third finger, pressed harder on the small of Knight’s back to prevent him from rutting his hips anymore. Knight whined, pressed his face into the bed in an attempt to muffle himself.

He watched as Knight clenched and writhed around his fingers, as he tried so hard to be good and stay still and relaxed like he had been told to do, it turned Jimmy on beyond belief, he felt his cock throb in need, but he staved off from touching himself. The penetration later would just be so much better.

He curled his fingers, Jimmy purposefully rubbed against the spot that he knew the other man’s prostate was, it pulled a harsh gasp from Knight's lungs. Knight's back arched as much as it could, his knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the blankets. He had finally turned his head to the side again, mouth open in a silent scream. Jimmy huffed a laugh, fucking his fingers shallowly against the bundle of nerves before he suddenly pulled out.

Knight whined petulantly, and clenched around nothing in a poor attempt to keep Jimmy's fingers inside. His eyelashes fluttered as he turned to scowl at the other man, desperate, unshed tears pricked in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh, princess, were you close?” Jimmy teased, hand petted at Knight’s lower back.

“Y-yes, sir.” Knight answered in all seriousness, not catching on to the fact that Jimmy was only joking around with him.

Jimmy snatched up the bottle of lube again, shucked off his own pants and poured out a generous amount onto his own cock, stroked himself a few times as he lined up with Knight’s pucker, and pressed forward until the tip popped inside.

“O-oh!” Knight gasped, muscles in his back rippled as they tightened and slackened while he got used to the feeling.

Jimmy wasn’t unaturally gigantic, but, he was most definitely — big. The tip stretching out Knight's hole deliciously. And Jimmy thumbed comfortingly at his waist.

“Taking me so well, LA. Doing so good, princess.” He murmured, barely able to restrain himself from bucking forward into the tight, wet heat. “So perfect, my good boy.”

Beneath him, Knight’s legs shook minutely. He panted, and let out a long, shaky breath as Jimmy finally began to push forward, bottoming out in one, slow motion. Jimmy draped himself over Knight’s back, dropped a sweet kiss into the back of his shoulder before burying his face into the crook of his neck, and muttered sweet nothings as Knight adjusted to his full length. Jimmy stayed as still as possible, petting his side soothingly until Knight began to squirm.

“Please, Big Jim-- ” Knight whined, pushing himself back against Jimmy.

When Knight called him that, Jimmy was putty in his hands. The Samoan shifted to get better leverage against Knight, angled his body and thrusted into him with long, deep strokes, a hand snaked up Knight's body and held him by his jaw as Jimmy drilled into him.

Knight’s eyes rolled back into his head, and moaned wantonly, the sound echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Incoherent little noises came from his lips, words that Jimmy couldn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. His fingertips scrabbled along the sheets, his breathing grew more and more irregular, tears, and drool making their way down his face, sounds of pleasure wracked his frame.

Jimmy adjusted his angle so that he would hit Knight's prostate with every thrust, Jimmy suddenly sped up, the sound of skin slapping and Knight’s punched out cries and moans filled the room.

“P-ple-- pleaseeee! Big Jim!” Knight managed between thrusts, “Wan-na cum!”

“Do you deserve it?” Jimmy asked, fingers gripped harder into Knight’s sides. Knight whined at that, loved the pressure, the pain. He was obviously trying to form words, his face flickered through many emotions as he struggled with his task, his brain turned to mush.

Jimmy gradually let his hips slow down the longer it took for Knight to answer, and moved to a torturous drag. Knight attempted to push back again, but a hand quickly found his nape again and squeezed, rendering him boneless. Jimmy was about to repeat his question again when Knight answered.

“Yes, yes, sir, I’m-- I-- oh-- p-please…” He whimpered, slurred against the bed. He sobbed weakly, body tensed like he wanted to move, but the hand on his nape prevented him from doing so.

Jimmy slammed back into Knight, his hole felt even more open from him before because of his grip that pressed down lightly on Knight's neck. Knight moaned loudly, fists clenched on nothing. Jimmy panted into the nape of Knight’s neck, squeezed his side and nape hard enough to leave fingerprint shaped bruises.

Loose-limbed in his hold, Knight gasped in rhythm to the other man’s thighs slapping his own plump ass and thighs, the repeated contact stinging against his bruising ass. Jimmy released his grip on Knight’s nape, wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him back until his body was flush to his own. His other hand slid down to Knight’s hip, kneaded at the sensitive, supple flesh there, it made him squirm in pleasure.

“I’m going to come inside you, princess.” Jimmy breathed into the other man's neck, as his hips went slightly off rhythm as he pistoned in and out of Knight, as he chased his own pleasure.

Knight nodded frantically in response without a moment's hesitation, tears streamed down his cheeks and landing darkly on the white bedding below them. The bed hit the wall with every thrust, though neither of them payed attention to any noise they made, too caught up in pleasure.

“Good boy,” Jimmy purred. Knight gasped at the praise, wet eyelashes fluttered lightly, “You’re such a precious little princess when you wanna be, hm? So obedient. Beg for me to come inside you.”

Knight pressed back into Jimmy's body, he shook with desire and anticipation. “Please, please, need it.”

“‘Please’ what? I can’t tell who you’re talking to.”

“Sir-- Big Jim,” Knight keened, the words and it earned him another sharp squeeze on his hip, it was definitely going to bruise. He moaned wantonly, desperate, “P-please fill me up, please, c-cum in my-- fuck-- cum in me, please, please--”

Jimmy picked up the pace, smirked as Knight’s pleas and moans seemed to only get louder in response.

He leaned into his neck, and licked up his nape, it earned a sharp gasp from Knight, before Jimmy whispered into his ear, “Cum for me.”

Obediently, Knight climaxed, legs kicked feebly as ropes of cum spurted from his cock. Jimmy was quick to follow, he came deep into Knight with a groan. He roughly thrusted once, twice before he buried deep in Knight, then guided him to lay down on the bed, now soiled with cum. I’ll clean it later, Jimmy thought to himself.

They both lay like that for a few minutes, gathered themselves, sweaty and panting, before Jimmy finally moved. He slowly pulled out, Knight whimpered in overstimulation and loss, as Jimmy moved to get off the bed, and pulled his boxers up his legs. As he turned to step into bathroom, however, Knight’s hand shot out, grabbed his wrist. When Jimmy looked down at him, his brow was furrowed, lip caught between his teeth in thought. His eyes were still glazed, obviously still in whatever space his brain had gone into earlier.

“Don’t leave?” Knight whispered, as if Jimmy wasn’t going to return back to his own room ever.

Jimmy didn’t comment on that, instead opted to smile reassuringly, and leaned over to brush a thumb over Knight's cheek softly.

“Of course not, my beautiful princess. I’m just gonna get you a towel. I know you hate being sticky for too long.”

Knight only hummed, slumped into the bed and closing his eyes. Jimmy took that as an okay, slipped out of the room and grabbed a washcloth, which he then wet in the sink, and a fresh set of blankets.

When he returned, Knight was no less out of it, and only started to come back to himself as Jimmy wiped him down and stood him up on wobbly legs for a moment to change the blankets before he settled him back down. Jimmy was quick to settle down right next to him and he pulled him into his chest.

Knight seemed like he had fallen asleep, so Jimmy was surprised when he quickly shifted to look up at him, with a look that was an obvious demand for a kiss. Jimmy was quick to give in, and pressed a wet open mouthed smooch against the other man’s lips.

Satisfied, Knight returned to his previous position, soft breaths fanned out against the column of Jimmy's throat, eyes already closed. Jimmy buried his face into the fluffy brown hair beside him. His own eyes closed.