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“Wow, it’s so much cooler in person than the photos!” Koutarou’s voice echoed, Keiji already lunging out of the car to grab his bicep before he could wander off too far as Tetsurou and Kenma clambered out of the car.
Tetsurou stretched his legs, arms reaching above him before landing around Kenma’s shoulder with a small smirk. “What do you think, Kenma?”
He’s met with a shrug, Kenma obviously preferring the sanity of their house and all of his electronics that were forbidden from coming with — that was a battle in itself, Keiji and Kenma having a staredown in the kitchen over Kenma bringing even his cellphone . Which, in turn, resulted in Koutarou wanting to bring his own phone to take pictures and Tetsurou was pretty certain he would be missing important phone calls if he left his behind.
In the end, they decided to leave all their electronics at home. Keiji had his cellphone for emergencies only, their boyfriend leaving it in the glove box of the car as not to have it as a distraction. The point of this trip was to have that break from their hectic work life, a chance to enjoy nature with each other and not be hunched over a screen for once.
“It’s hot.”
Tetsurou laughs at that, hand moving from his shoulder to rest on his head and he ruffles Kenma’s long hair, ignoring the growl he’s met with. “That’s why we need to set the tent up, Kyanma.” He guides the two of them to the trunk, “So we can get some shade.”
“It’s also why we’re gonna go kayaking!” Tetsurou turns and is met with a still beaming Koutarou and an already exhausted Keiji, “Isn’t that right, Keiji?”
Keiji nods, removing his glasses to rub his temple, “Yes, but you can’t wander off like that, Kou-tan. These woods are big and I don’t want you getting lost.”
Kenma snorts from where he’s buried in the trunk, popping back up with an arm full of blankets and pillows.
“Let me help you, Ken Ken!” Koutarou bounding over, clearly over the fact he was just scolded, and grabbing the pillows from Kenma before their boyfriend can even pose an argument about it.
Tetsurou sets to work on pulling the tent out, ignoring the mumbling from Kenma and the boisterous laughter of Koutarou, when a hand presses against his shoulder. He looks up, smiling gently at the kind eyes he’s met with.
“Let me help you with that, Tetsu, baby.” Keiji practically coos, kissing his cheek as he reaches for the other handle of the tent and helping him navigate it to the vast clearing they made for the tent.
Thanks to Keiji, Tetsurou manages to get the tent set up far quicker than if he were to do it alone, and the second the last peg is planted into the ground Kenma makes a move to lay down inside of it.
“Kenma…” Tetsurou finds himself scolding before he can stop, “What are you doing?”
He wasn’t going to scold Kenma during their trip; in fact, they had all mutually agreed to let things roll over one shoulder when it came to issues and to put them on hold until they got back. There was no need to ruin their vacation because of attitudes or issues, and Tetsurou was far too tired from the car ride to already be getting onto Kenma. That could wait for another day, or when they were back in the sanctuary they call home.
“I’m just going to set the pillows down…” Kenma huffs out, cheeks twingeing red from being caught in his lie.
Koutarou pokes his head out from around the corner and Tetsurou can see the beam of light radiating off of him as he smiles, “Can we go kayaking now?”
Tetsurou glances to Keiji, his younger boyfriend smiling fondly, “Kou-tan, baby, we still need to finish unpacking everything but when we’re done I promise we can go kayak, okay?”
It’s like Koutarou moves in double time after that, their bigger boyfriend practically running to the car to finish unloading their haul and Tetsurou ends up helping him in the end so Koutarou doesn’t break something — or hurt himself.
It only takes another fifteen minutes for the remainder of their things to be unloaded from the car, Kenma setting to work on fixating the inside of their tent as Keiji deals with the food and water supply, Tetsurou and Koutarou doing the heavy lifting to grab the rest of their things before they flop onto the ground in exhaustion, heaving out a loud sigh. They were only going to be camping for three days, yet between the four of them they had so much supplies that it seemed like they could last a good two weeks out here. Maybe they could…. Even if it would result in Kenma going feral and clawing Tetsurou’s eyes out after two days.
“That’s the last of it,” Tetsurou huffs, pulling himself up and brushing off his pants, “I saw the kayak rental a few miles away. We can hike over after we get changed.”
A glance over to Kenma shows that his boyfriend is obviously upset with the fact they have to hike but, fortunately, he doesn’t bother arguing, just sulking behind quietly and humming under his breath. Tetsurou is glad, really, that Kenma isn’t trying to pose an argument at being dragged along to go kayaking because it would result in a sulking Koutarou, an annoyed Keiji, and Tetsurou needing to mediate the issue before Kenma ended up with a sore backside.
The walk takes a bit longer than expected, Koutarou having to slow down to match the rest of their pace, but they manage to make it with no issues and Tetsurou stretches his arms over his head before turning to address his three boyfriends.
Kenma is hunched over to catch his breath, Koutarou is bouncing up and down practically, and Keiji is smiling fondly, hand resting on Koutarou’s shoulder to calm him as he rubs Kenma’s back.
“So, how do we wanna split up? Oldest and youngest? Me and Kyanma and Keiji and Kou?”
Keiji hums and opens his mouth to respond but Koutarou is quick to cut him off, “I wanna ride with Tetsu!”
Kenma shrugs, “I’m fine riding with Keiji. I don’t think I could handle a kayak ride with Tetsurou, honestly.”
Tetsurou’s hand moves to clutch his chest, feigning a heartbreak under Kenma’s annoyed gaze as Koutarou laughs and slings his arm around Tetsurou’s shoulder.
“Tetsu and I are gonna have fun! Right, Tetsu baby?”
Keiji raises an eyebrow, “You two better be smart about this. Especially you, Tetsurou.” He meets Tetsurou’s gaze and he feels a cold breeze despite how warm out it is, “No funny business in these kayaks.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tetsurou grumbles and waves him off, turning to land a series of kisses against Koutarou’s neck, “We’ll be safe Keiji.”
Thankfully, Keiji doesn’t press any further, he just links his own arm through Kenma’s and guides their smallest boyfriend to the kayak rental with a wave over his shoulder. Tetsurou unlatches himself from Koutarou’s neck, grabbing his hand and following behind Keiji and Kenma so they can get their own kayak.
“Do they have pink?” Koutarou asks when they get to the booth, “I like the color pink.”
Tetsurou snorts, “I think they just have yellow, baby.”
“Oh… Yellow is nice too!” Koutarou beams, eyes sparkling and full of so much love over something as simple as a kayak, “I just wanna ride in one with you so I guess the color doesn’t matter.”
And the amount of love Tetsurou has for his boyfriend is only amplified in this moment, Koutarou being so endearing and unintentionally precious that it makes Tetsurou have to turn away so Koutarou can’t see his watery eyes.
“Of course, baby.” Tetsurou hums out after calming himself, smiling just as bright, “Let’s go kayak, yeah?”
Kayaking is not as easy as they make it seem in the movies, Tetsurou realizes almost immediately. The second they placed their kayak in the water and climbed in, Koutarou had already managed to almost fall three times before they could even situate themselves. Not to mention, they were both very tall, Tetsurou a good 6’3” and having to cramp his legs in the small opening he had for legroom — he had purposely chosen the back seat for this reason, and yet he felt like a giant in a dwarf's world.
“Okay, I think we managed to get it.” Tetsurou exhales, ignoring the pulse of pain in his leg as he grabs his oar, “You situated Bo?”
Koutarou nods, hand clenching and unclenching the oar and he doesn’t need to be facing Tetsurou for him to know something is off.
“What’s the matter?”
He’s met with a whine, “I feel cramped.”
Tetsurou can’t even be annoyed with the complaint, not when every little fidget has him wincing, “I know, baby, me too, but once we start going it’ll be no big deal, yeah?”
Koutarou nods again, this time with more vigor and less sullenness, and Tetsurou takes it as his cue to put his oar in the water.
“Right first, then left.” Tetsurou echoes the instructions from earlier, “Ready?”
They manage to make it away from the dock, Keiji and Kenma somehow figuring out how to work a kayak before he and Koutarou — Keiji was a natural at literally everything and Kenma was small enough to not have to deal with the issue cramping — and Tetsurou smiles fondly.
“Well, this can’t be too bad.”
Keiji was nervous. Not because he was in a kayak with Kenma who had no athletic abilities — and Keiji often doubted if his boyfriend was able to swim at times — but because of their other two boyfriends who were occupying a different kayak several, several feet away.
“Keiji.” Kenma drawled, craning his neck back as he continues to row them down their marked path, “Relax. Tetsu is with him and I know he’s smart enough to keep them both safe, yeah?”
And it’s true, despite the foolishness the two of them had Tetsurou was mature and responsible. Koutarou was too, obviously so, but he still tended to need that little push of support sometimes and Tetsurou happened to be the best for that. He was almost like second in command, the one there to help Koutarou when Keiji was busy, and Keiji trusted him to keep Koutarou safe, keep them both safe.
Yet, that little twinge of fear kept prickling the back of Keiji’s mind even as he rowed in his own kayak.
“Tetsurou can get easily influenced.” Keiji grumbles, the memories of his and Koutarou’s lousy bets replaying in his mind as he sighs out.
“When it comes to drinking, maybe. This is a kayak, Tetsurou has enough common sense to row it normally.”
Keiji nods beside himself, not entirely convinced but wanting to please Kenma anyway, before setting back to rowing them.
“Besides, how much trouble could the two of them get into? It’s a marked path, and Tetsurou doesn’t like breaking rules.” Kenma’s voice sounds as pensive as ever but Keiji notices how kind his boyfriend is being, his own little reassurances masked in his indifference, “If I can manage to figure out a stupid kayak then the two of them will be fine.”
He hums, nodding along to Kenma, “True, I just worry sometimes.” Keiji glances to Kenma’s hands after that and snorts, “You’re not even rowing, no wonder we’ve been going in circles this entire time.”
Kenma shrugs, “Listen, at least I’m here. Moral support.”
Keiji struggles to find his rhythm but eventually manages, ignoring the slight irritation he has for his typically lazy — not lazy, Kenma would claim, just “uninspired” — boyfriend. They make it out of their permanent circle and follow back along the guided path, Keiji grunting and even going as far as to pop the back of Kenma’s head lightly in an attempt to scold him.
“I could really use your help.” Keiji gestures to his untouched oars, “This works better when there are two people rowing.”
Kenma, bless him, gives in and Keiji is quickly forgetting his previous worries in favor of spending some quality time with Kenma. They had opposite schedules, Keiji being asleep when Kenma was awake and vice versa and despite how close they had become their third year, they rarely got any time to each other. It was nice to be with him now, even stuck in a rental kayak in the middle of a river.
And Kenma was right, honestly, Keiji had nothing to worry about. Why had he even been panicking in the first place? Tetsurou and Koutarou would be perfectly fine.
Irony was a cruel joke that liked to slap Keiji in the face on a daily basis.
Things had been fine, Keiji and Kenma managed to find a groove and were actually successfully rowing together with no issues, and Kenma was actually enjoying it too. Yet, it figured all good things just had to come to an end.
In the form of two soaking wet and petrified men he calls his boyfriends.
“Well, would someone like to explain what just happened?” Keiji drawled, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the two up and down.
“Well… Kou and I were in our kayaks and then uh, uh well you see…” Tetsurou trails off, focusing on the clouds above them rather than Keiji’s stern gaze, “We thought it would be kinda fun to see how fast we could go.”
“And we went really fast!” Koutarou chimes in, his own eyes staring at his dripping wet shoes, “Until well, we hit a rock and flipped.”
Keiji tenses, blood pressure skyrocketing as he snaps his head towards the both of them, “You hit a rock?”
“Yeah but we’re okay, only the kayak got a little damaged.”
Kenma huffs from beside their rented kayaks, gesturing towards the ding in the one occupied by Koutarou and Tetsurou with a raised brow of his own.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been? You should both consider yourselves lucky that you didn’t bang your heads or get seriously injured.”
Tetsurou scoffs, finally looking at Keiji, “Calm down, Keiji, we weren’t gonna get killed from a stupid little kayak.”
Kenma is moving before Keiji can react, their smallest boyfriend reaching up and grabbing his ear before tugging it down and forcing their eyes to meet with a scowl.
“Try that one again.” Kenma scolds, eyes blazing, “Go on.”
It’s almost scary how quickly Kenma can change, going from being a repressed and quiet little kitten to domineering and stern.
And it obviously works, seeing as though Tetsurou deflates and his cheeks twinge red.
“Sorry, Keiji…”
Keiji nods before turning his attention back to Koutarou, his typically very apologetic boy stil staring at his feet sullenly, “Kou-tan?”
Koutarou looks up and Keiji can already see his lip beginning to quiver, “I’m sorry Keiji…”
“I know, I know you both are.” He affirms, “But we still need to deal with this.”
It’s Tetsurou who reacts first, the other man nearly stomping his foot as he whimpers, “We agreed not to do anything while on our trip!”
“We did, but when it comes to your safety and well being I don’t play around Kuroo Tetsurou.” He takes a deep breath after that, running a hand through his hair before staring pointedly, “So, here’s what we’re going to do.You are both going to return the kayaks to the rental booth for us. When you finish, you’re going to walk back to the tent and change out of your wet clothes so that we can deal with this properly. Do we understand?”
Koutarou whines and Keiji is quick to land a swat to his backside before he can progress, “Unless you would like a spanking on your wet bottom right here, I’d advise you do as you're told.”
“Tetsurou.” Kenma’s voice cuts through the already tense atmosphere, “Go cut a switch too while you’re at it.”
Tetsurou blanches but he doesn’t bother to argue, just nodding and mumbling a “yes sir” before setting to work on returning one of the kayaks. Keiji sends a glance to Koutarou and springs into action, basically running to pick up the other one and following behind Tetsurou like a lost puppy.
Keiji takes the opportunity to turn to Kenma, “A switch? I can't use that on Kou-tan. He cries when he even sees the cane.”
“I was just planning on using it on Tetsurou, seeing as though I know it was his genius idea.” Kenma points out with a shrug, “You can use whatever you want for Koutarou, I think I packed the hairbrush even.”
“That will work fine, you sadist.”
He’s met with a rather rude gesture, Keiji quick to land a swat to his backside as well, before Koutarou and Tetsurou come sulking back.
“Well? Go and change.” Kenma tsks, already making his way back to their campsite, “We don’t have all day.”
The walk back is silent, the air cold and mood dark, and Keiji is quietly guiding Koutarou and Tetsurou into the tent the moment they get back.
“Tetsurou, don’t forget to cut a switch.” Kenma’s voice trills, “There’s a pocket knife in Keiji’s knapsack you can use. Get me a good one.”
They’re met with a low groan as the two boys retreat from the tent, Tetsurou sulking off with the knife to cut a switch as Koutarou shifts anxiously foot to foot.
“You’re not going to get the switch baby,” Keiji reassures and the tension immediately dissipates from Koutarou, “But, you are going to go into my bag and bring me your hairbrush.”
Koutarou is whining before Keiji can even finish, the boy stomping his foot and shaking his head so much he looks like a bobblehead, “No! Keiji, no, please! No brush…”
“You can always go join Tetsurou in cutting a switch.” Kenma drawls, “You know where they are.”
Keiji elbows him in the side but, fortunately, Koutarou is already rushing into the tent to retrieve the brush before Kenma can even make true on his threat.
“Thank you,” Keiji praises when Koutarou places it in his hand with a whine before glancing over to see Tetsurou sulking back with a switch in hand, “Let’s go somewhere private to deal with this, okay? I think Tetsu and Kenma would appreciate the privacy.”
And I don’t want you anywhere near that switch.
The campsite they chose was rather secluded, meaning they had plenty of open area to claim for themselves in private without fear of running into someone. It was rather useless in any other circumstance, but it would serve perfectly for what was about to occur.
Keiji sits himself down on an old tree stump and pats his knee, gesturing for Koutarou as he sets the brush down beside him.
“Come on now,” Keiji’s voice as gentle as ever, “You know what to do.”
For a moment, Keiji is scared he’ll have to drag Koutarou over his knee — and he absolutely despises doing that — with the way he stands there frozen, but he slowly makes his way over after a few lingering seconds and Keiji relaxes. Koutarou was always so well behaved, being compliant from the second he knew he was in trouble, and this time was no different. No matter the place, or circumstance, Koutarou was always so well behaved.
“Kou, baby,” Keiji preens when he makes it over, grabbing him by the wrist and guiding him to lay over his knee, “can you lift your hips for me?”
Aside from the whimpers, Koutarou actually complies and Keiji manages to hook a finger in his pants and boxers and tugs them both down in one fell swoop before resting his hand against his backside.
“Why are we here, Koutarou!?”
Keiji is met with a quiet whine, “I was naughty and-and put myself into danger with Tetsu…”
“That’s right, you were very naughty.” Keiji nods and brings his hand down sharply, “Especially since I had told you both to be safe and smart.”
Keiji’s hand begins to fall in a pattern after that, his long fingers managing to cover every little bit of Koutarou’s pale cheeks, and it doesn’t take long before he has a squirming and whining baby over his lap.
“Keiji!” Koutarou whines after a few heavy swats, “I’m sorry!”
He’s met with a hum, Keiji not bothering to continue his scolding when it’s clear that Koutarou is well aware of why he’s in trouble and lets his hand continue to fall sharply.
“I bet you are.” Keiji’s dry response rings out after several more swats, “Because before we left what did we all agree on?”
Koutarou whimpers, “That we weren’t gonna do any discipline while on our trip…”
“That’s right. Except you and Tetsurou chose to be extremely naughty, so much so that we have to deal with this now.”
“I’m sorry!” Koutarou yells out and Keiji winces at the sound before bringing his hand down a few more times and then stopping, his palm resting on the warm skin while his other hand moves to pat Koutarou’s lower back gently in an attempt to calm him.
“Are we going to do something like this again, Koutarou?”
Koutarou shakes his head aggressively, his head whipping so fast before turning to meet Keiji’s eyes with his own pleading and wet ones.
“No! No, never!”
Keiji nods in agreement and regrabs the brush set down by his foot, tapping it against Koutarou’s blushed backside and ignoring the low whimper that escapes his lips, hips wiggling and hands scrambling on the forest floor for some sense of purchase.
“I need you to be still for me, Kou-tan. I can’t have you thrashing over my lap during this or else you’ll fall and hurt yourself.”
A small “okay” is mumbled out and Keiji takes it as his cue to start, bringing the brush down with a heavy swat as Koutarou lets out his first loud sob.
“K-Keiji, ‘m sorry!”
He nods and brings the brush down again as he alternates each side, making sure to land equally sharp smacks to each side before focusing his attention on the tops of his thighs.
The spanking itself isn’t nearly as harsh as it could be, Keiji is aware, but it’s certainly not a baby one either and judging by the way Koutarou kicks and squirms over his lap he knows it’s having an impact on his naughty boyfriend.
“Keiji.” He turns his head to meet Kenma’s irritated gaze, a grimacing Tetsurou peeping his head from around the corner, “Can I have the car keys?”
Keiji rests the brush against Koutarou’s ass and lifts a brow, “What? You not switching Tetsurou anymore?”
“He’s being stubborn about having his ass beat in the middle of the woods so we’re moving to the car. Keys.” He pauses, scuffing his foot, “Please.”
He fishes in his front pocket, arm wrapping around Koutarou’s waist and swatting his hand down when Koutarou lets out a whine, before tossing them in Kenma’s direction.
“Thanks. Tetsu, move it.”
Keiji hears a sharp swat and then feet scuffling away and he lets out a low sigh before turning back to Koutarou who still lies limply over his lap.
“Alright. Let’s finish up.”
And he brings the brush down again.
“Wait, wait! Kenma, I take it back.” Tetsurou whines out as Kenma practically drags him to their car by the ear, hating how much his back burns from being hunched, “We can use the switch.”
Kenma huffs, “You blew your chance with that the second you acted like a baby. So now,” he unlocks the door before guiding Tetsurou to the backseat, “I’ll put you over my knee like Keiji is doing to Koutarou right now.”
There’s a lingering silence before Tetsurou breaks out into a cackle, eyes watering and arms wrapping around his sides as he laughs loudly.
“Is something funny , Tetsurou?” Kenma grits out with a sharp swat to his ass that effortlessly stops his laughter.
“Oh, just the fact that my 170cm boyfriend claimed he’s going to put me over his knee like I don’t have a good 20 centimeters on him.”
It’s clear that it’s the wrong thing to say when Tetsurou is pressed up to the car door, Kenma’s hand falling fast and sharp against the seat of his pants before he feels hot breath tickling his neck.
“Maybe if the 190cm boyfriend didn’t behave like a child , he wouldn’t be turned over someone’s knee like a damn child in the first place.” Kenma releases his hold on Tetsurou before rummaging through the backseat, turning around after a few minutes with a belt in his hand, “Pants off, you should know how this works by now.”
Tetsurou can’t deny the fact that he’s apprehensive as he moves to shakily tug his pants down, the faint echo of Koutarou crying travelling to where they reside at the car making the entire situation rear its ugly head all over again.
That’s right, Kenma’s about to belt his ass because he and Koutarou had been complete idiots not even twenty minutes ago. And here he was making jokes, no wonder he’s getting that damn belt.
His pants fall into a puddle at his ankles as Kenma situates himself in the back seat, patting his lap with the belt resting in the space beside him.
“Underwear too, Tetsu.”
Tetsurou lets out a whine but complies with a muttered “yes sir” before he puts himself over Kenma’s lap.
He had been in this position before, although rarely, yet it never got any easier. There was something easier about being bent over the bed or against the wall to get caned or strapped then being perched over small thighs like he’s a highschooler all over again.
“Since I don’t have my paddle and Keiji is using the brush, you’re just getting my hand as a warm up.” Tetsurou cheers silently, “But don’t think that means you’re getting off easily, brat.”
It’s so crazy to Tetsurou that this is the same Kenma he had met back when he was eight-years-old, the Kenma who had spoken two words the day they met and was too shy to order his own food. He wonders what happened, what spurred him to suddenly become this intimidating bitch about to paddle his ass.
Kenma’s hand falls without warning and Tetsurou gasps, “Am I understood?”
“Yes sir.” Tetsurou whispers out and Kenma lets his hand fall again
Despite how tiny Kenma’s hands were, he always managed to leave a lasting impression on Tetsurou’s poor ass; it was like they were made of steel or something with how hard they were. It only takes ten or so swats for Tetsurou to start his squirming and he’s rewarded with two harsh swats to his thighs for it, willing himself to lay still and compliant over Kenma’s lap.
“What you did was so idiotic, Tetsu.” Kenma scolds as his hand continues to fall, “You’re an adult, hell you both are, yet you chose to do something so childish and almost risk your lives for what? To seem cool or have fun? You were in a kayak, Tetsu, they have guidelines for a reason to keep shit like this from happening.”
Tetsurou groans as Kenma continues to spank him and the lecturing on top of it all doesn’t do anything to help, “I don’t know, we just thought it would be fun!”
Kenma tuts and it sends a chill down Tetsurou’s back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and he stiffens when he feels Kenma’s hand freeze and the sound of metal jangling.
“Fun, sure. Because busting your head on a rock or drowning seems like loads of fun.”
Tetsurou opens his mouth to retort, come up with some halfassed excuse about “the fun they had in high school”, but howls instead when the feeling of leather sharply meets his ass.
“A little warning maybe!?” Tetsurou whines and is only met with two overlapping swats from the belt, Tetsuro’s leg kicking up reflexively.
“Okay, I’m starting.” Kenma blankly states as he brings the belt down again, “Hold still.”
“It hurts, y’know! It isn’t easy to stay still!”
Kenma groans, and Tetsurou can also assume he rolls his eyes, before the belt falls five times in a row with little pause in between, “Yes, I’m sure it does. But you need to be good and lay still like you’re supposed to, yes?”
“Yes sir.” Tetsurou grits out through clenched teeth and is rewarded with another lash of the belt against his aching rear, “Fuck…”
“Are you ever going to do something as stupid as this again?”
Tetsurou shakes his head, toes curling as the belt falls again, “No sir!”
“Good boy.” Kenma responds and it’s as close to praise as Tetsurou will get and gods does he eat it up, focusing so hard to keep his body still and making sure to present his ass as best he can, “we’re almost done.”
Those three words are some of the best he’s heard in his entire life, the pain and ebbing throb in his backside slowly subsiding as he focuses more on the fact that they’re almost done with all of this — even when Kenma brings the belt down five more times with no pauses in between, the last two meeting the sensitive parts of his ass.
Then the belt falls, the metal jingling ringing in Tetsurou’s ears as he lets out a whimper when Kenma’s hand falls a few more times against his burning ass.
“H-Hey!”
Kenma tuts before guiding Tetsurou off his lap, gesturing to his pants that reside around his ankles, “Redress. We need to see Koutarou and Keiji again.”
“But my ass hurts! Can’t I change into my pajamas?”
“No.” Kenma dryly bites out, “You should feel the sting for the rest of the night, have it as a reminder to not do something so stupid again.”
Tetsurou pouts but redresses his bottom half anyway, wincing when the material rubs up against his aching backside before he feels arms wrapping around his torso.
“Kenma?”
His boyfriend sniffs against him, “You’re so stupid.”
It’s as close to an “I was so scared” as he’ll get but he’ll cherish it, letting his arms wrap around Kenma as well and the pain in his backside slowly becoming an afterthought in their warm embrace.
“Kou-tan, I need you to stop crying, baby.” Keiji soothes, Koutarou curled up on his lap like a puppy as he sobs helplessly into the crook of his neck, “I forgive you, it’s all over.”
“It hurts, Keiji!” Koutarou sobs again and Keiji can only sigh out.
The spanking had finished after a good twenty or so more with the brush and Koutarou had not stopped sobbing since, even ten minutes after the brush was set down.
“I know it hurts, baby, it’s meant to.” Keiji runs his hand through his hair, fingers combing through the locks, “But you need to calm down, okay? Kenma and Tetsurou will be back soon and I’m sure they want to see your smiling face again.”
It’s also because Kenma is sure to have some words with him but unless Keiji wants the sobbing to continue on he’s not going to mention it. Yet.
“O-Okay…” Koutarou whimpers out, sniffling and crying against his shoulder, and it takes another five minutes for the sniffling to die down and a low cough to ring out.
Keiji turns when he hears leaves rustling beside him followed by low voices, Kenma and Tetsurou’s, and Koutarou is slowly lifting his face away from Keiji to meet his boyfriend’s eyes with a sad pout on his face.
“Tetsu.” He whines, “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’re right, Koutarou.” Kenma affirms, guiding Tetsurou the rest of the way to meet him and Keiji, “And like I was telling Tetsu, you’re lucky neither of you got hurt.”
Tetsurou smirks and mumbles something under his breath, only to be met with a smack upside his head and his smirk quickly morphs into a pout.
“I’m sorry Ken Ken!” Koutarou frowns and pushes himself off Keiji’s lap to throw himself against Kenma, hugging their smallest boyfriend so tightly that Keiji has to pry him off, “We didn’t mean to be naughty!”
Despite being hugged tightly and unannounced, Kenma doesn’t seem mad, the smallest hint of admiration glinting in his eyes as he turns to Keiji with a look that can’t mean anything good.
“You’re both forgiven.” Keiji gets out before Kenma can say anything, “But-”
“But we’re revisiting this again when we get home. We need to have an actual sit down conversation to discuss everything.”
Tetsurou and Koutarou nod, the two of them lacing their fingers together as Koutarou rests his chin against Tetsurou’s shoulder.
“But for now, let’s enjoy the rest of our trip.”
Keiji smiles, “And let’s not have any more trouble, please?”
The three of them all exchange looks, Koutarou and Tetsurou smirking as Kenma shrugs, “No promises.”
Yeah, that was expected. But Keiji wouldn’t have it any other way.