"You'll be fine. I promise you." He kissed Adrian's shoulder, keeping his eyes on Adrian's face. "I'll fuck you; don't doubt that." He leaned closer, one hand on Adrian's cheek and his lips brushing against Adrian's ear. "You're being so good... for me; I love you so fucking much."
Stephen returned to the table. He put the cup down and picked up the tawse. He didn't even look at Sean this time. It had stopped being a show a while back. He moved to the side of the cross. He was able to keep an eye on Adrian while using the tough leather. As he promised, he kept it light, almost mere taps, the noise almost worse than the pain, or at least that would be the case if Adrian's back hadn't been abused. Down and up, the strip left a trail of red marks, superimposed the old ones. Stephen hit harder when he reached Adrian's arse and thighs until they were the same red tinge as his back. The effort of calibrating the strength and the repetitious nature of the strokes were making themselves felt, sweat drops covering Stephen's forehead.
He couldn't wait anymore, didn't want to. The stroke increased in speed and strength, working to bring it to an end, and he watched Adrian react under it and stopped before the pain that had turned into pleasure would become pain again. He let the tawse fall on the floor, and moved behind Adrian.
He was burning, heat coming off of his body. Stephen unbuttoned his jeans. There were no spells here, so he used lube to quickly prepare Adrian and after slicking his cock, he was pressing inside. Fingers curled around Adrian's hips to keep him still while his cock slowly filled his husband. "So fucking tight." Tighter than usual, the pain had insured that.