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One of Richard's biggest mistakes in his entire life was provoking anger in John Lennon. He knew his boyfriend was jealous and knew how dominant and aggressive he could be in bed,If he hadn't talked so much with Paul and had silly flings even though it was just friendship, maybe he wouldn't be in this situation. Now in their living room, Ringo was being punished; the TV was off, only the lights illuminated the room.
Folded over John's lap, naked, his bare bottom exposed, the only piece of cloth on his body being his stockings with garters between his legs to be exact, right below the legs, John's slap burned like hell on his buttocks, and tears streamed down Ringo's blue eyes. He shuddered at another slap.
"Ya've been acting very flirtatious towards Paul lately... Are you perhaps thinking about fuck with him?" He gave Ringo a hard slap on the butt, making him gag and shudder; his nose was running, his eyes were also watering, and he was also hard "N-no... Ah!" He gets another slap and his buttocks are covered in marks from John's hands, and the detail is that he was wearing glasses; he looked sexy in glasses "Such a slut yer are eh?"
The drummer bit his finger, shuddering, and received another slap, his penis leaking pre-cum onto John's thigh, making him roll his eyes. Despite everything, he loved this kind of punishment, he loved this side of him "Do ya regret what ya did?" The man says, grabbing Richard's buttocks tightly, making him whimper because it was tingling "Y-yes... I-I regret it." He says, choking slightly on the words, but John, with a sadistic smile, isn't convinced. "You haven't convinced me... Something's missing." He raises his hand and gives the old devil another slap making him bow his head "S-Sorry daddy! Sorry! I'm a whore... Please pardon me... Please daddy..." His thighs pressed together; he didn't even realize he'd said it. Sometimes he forgets he has a way to call his boyfriend, Lennon smiles like the Cheshire Cat adjusting his glasses "Splendid....Get off my lap and lie down on the couch" His tone was commanding, and Ringo didn't want to irritate John any further.
He got off his lap and lay down on the sofa with his legs spread, his cock was hard and red from how much he wanted to be fucked, his belly had lines of precum. John removed Ringo's socks and the garter that connected them. Setting it aside, he takes a small jar of Vaseline from his pocket "Spread your legs wide and raise them" The tearful older man obeyed, spreading his legs and raising them to chest height. John approached, put some Vaseline on his fingers, and circled it around his man's orifice.
Ringo shudders "d-daddy...." He says softly, his voice choked with previous crying, his eyes widening as he suddenly inserts two fingers inside himself. Ringo's core was squeezed like velvet, and John hums "Shhh.... Daddy's here...." He whispers, very close to his boyfriend, and they kiss on the lips, a short but passionate kiss that makes Richard writhe as his fingers reach his sensitive prostate "Yer're a good boy... So responsive..." He digs his fingers in even deeper and tilts his head slightly to the side, and Ringo moans softly, looking down at John, cupping his face in his hands. His exposed, red cheeks looked like it was going to be raw; the pain seemed to have passed. John kisses him deeply in a French kiss while his fingers work, driving Richard crazy.
He removed his fingers and continued the deep tongue kiss until pulling away, and Ringo whimpered, "Don't be like that." Lennon teased, lowering his pajama pants and revealing his already hard and leaking penis "Look what ya' do to me,yer're a little bitch" The redhead said, grabbing the older man's legs, and without lingering much, he didn't even bother to lubricate his own penis. He grips Ringo's thighs tightly enough to leave marks, then thrusts himself inside him, and Ringo lets out a cry, his toes twitching "Ah!! Ahh!" Her blue eyes widened in surprise and pain, tears threatening to spill, "Be good, my luv, and I will go slowly." The short man tries to grab everything, he takes a deep breath, opening himself up to John, he feels his ass dilating with the rhythm guitarist's cock. He shudders as John bursts in, not giving the older man a chance to adjust.
The fair brown-haired man, now deep inside the drummer, removes his glasses, placing them on the table next to the sofa, and begins to move aggressively against Richard's body, causing him to groan loudly and holds onto the cushions. Their bodies moved in sync with the sounds of Ringo's rough flesh, their eyes welling up, their breathing heavy with delicious moans. John was the only one who could enjoy this, and no one else.
"You are so beautiful... Only mine..." He says, holding the man's chin with one hand as he moves harder, hitting the older man's prostate, who widens his eyes and groans weakly, his throat already sore from screaming so much "You... belong only to your daddy, good boy" he says, panting, as his hips move erratically. They are aggressive and without any mercy; he lifts Ringo's legs even higher, adjusting the angle,Ringo groans, his voice hoarse from the previous screams, clutching John's hair, his blue eyes brimming with tears "Please.... Please daddy... Let me come.... Please," he says in a low, pained, tearful voice.
John bites his lip and deliberately slows his movements to delay Ringo's orgasm and his own; he kisses the man's neck, the milky skin under his teeth leaving its mark. Ringo whimpers And his thick member is leaking and aching, wanting release ""Wait a little longer, darling..." The man said, moving in slow motions, his penis pounding like a hammer, pushing the drummer to the edge "pleaseee..... Hnnnh!" He rolled his blue eyes back, John smiled, squeezing his partner's thighs even tighter, then began to move faster inside Ringo, the moans were low and the breathing heavy, Both their bodies were sweaty, the sweat dripping down John's forehead as he moved until he reached the bottom and had his desired orgasm. Ringo came on his own stomach and held John, letting out a silent moan.
The two were breathing heavily as if their lungs were filled with stones. John fell on top of Richard, embracing him. The little man below had small spasms, and John kissed his collarbone.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah..."
""So ye learned yer lesson, Starkey?" The man with the long, thin nose teases, squeezing his boyfriend's hip. Ringo snorts, "That ya're jealous? Yes," he says without venom or anger, just affection. "Just protecting what's is mine" He says, pouting "Okay... How about you get my cigarettes, please, Daddy?" He says it in a mocking tone, and John makes a playful face. He lightly slaps Starkey's thigh and gets up, going to the kitchen to get the cigarette box and lighter.
He takes one from the box and Ringo takes one too. John sits back down on the sofa with the other man's legs on top of him; he lights his cigarette and then lights his own.
They remain silent, a silence that is even comfortable despite everything.
John strokes the man's leg. "Are ya really okay?" He asked worriedly, "Yes Johnny, don't worry, I'm not made of glass." He's joking.
And the night went on like that, the smell of cigarettes filling the house with idle chatter; perhaps it was moments like these that made Lennon forget he was a jealous and foolish guy.