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Kinktober2016
“SPANKING”
“Goddamnit, Trowa!” Huffed the blonde haired young man, rushing to the taller Auburn haired ex-pilot, standing innocently in the kitchen.
“What?” Trowa leaned against the counter, where he was currently doctoring a coffee.
“Did you absolutely HAVE to feed the new Lion by hand?!”
“Yes”
“Why?”
“Because he was hungry”
Quatre’s eyebrow started twitching
“Oh, really?”
“Yep, I didn’t die did I?”
*Whack*
“Ow! No need to spank me unless we are in the bedroom”
“Well then get moving because I’m going to beat your ass black and blue”
“Well Yessir!”