Eyes went round and wide at mention of his belt, brows lifting as he met that second kiss. There were two punishments he could think of with a belt and Dieter was quite amenable to both of them.
He met the second and the third kiss as he thought about the possibilities, and he was putty in Pree's hands as he rolled onto his back, finding his arms pinned above his head. The question drew an answer of a flurry of muttered soft German and he strained up to kiss him hard and deep. Kiss four was interrupted so he could agree, "same page," eagerly and then lips reclaimed again.