into Reid’s sweet little hole.
Reid rocked back, then pulled forward as AW’s face pressed against the bruised ass. It was a lovely conundrum and he pressed his tongue a little deeper, encouraging Reid to rock back again. Reid was caught—pleasure offered pain, over and over.
He kept reaching for the pleasure, though and AW smiled. That was his needy pain slut. He’d never needed anyone like he needed Reid.
“You ready for the crop, baby boy?” The crop, then his cock.
Reid shook his head.
“No? Are you sure you want me to come up with something else before the crop?”
“No! No!” Oh, that was panic.
“Shh. Shh.” He patted Reid’s ass softly.
Bending, he grabbed the crop. Rolling it on Reid’s ass, he let his lover feel it. Reid stiffened, head shaking.
“Two hits to your hole. Then I’m going to fuck you with it, get you ready for my cock.”
Reid nodded for him, sucking in air.
He didn’t give Reid any other warning, slapping the end of the crop over Reid’s hole. Reid’s ass clenched, but those fingers didn’t let go, kept Reid’s ass cheeks apart. AW gave Reid the second slap with the crop.
Then he slicked the end of the crop itself up. Reid moaned, fingers relaxing.
“I didn’t say you could stop holding yourself open for me.”
“I’m stretching.”
“Uh-huh.” He slapped the crop across Reid’s right cheek. His baby boy knew damn well that such things were allowed—if Reid asked for permission first. So many bad habits had been picked back up in the last five years. It was his own fault, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to punish Reid as needed.
AW placed a kiss where he’d hit, and then pressed the tip of the lubed crop at Reid’s hole. Reid’s sweet, swollen hole clenched, trying to deny him. He slapped at the little wrinkled bit of flesh with the crop again. Moaning, Reid shifted his legs, so AW swatted again and again, not hard, but enough to feel.
“You’ll let me in or I’ll keep swatting your hole.”
“How the fuck can you know when you’re hitting me?”
“I can see how tightly you’re clenching.” The next hit was sharp, hard. “No. Cursing.”
He lubed the end of the crop up again, trying for another go into Reid’s sweet ass. This time Reid submitted, body letting him in. Groaning, he pushed about three inches of the crop in. Reid gripped, ass tightening.
“Feel that, baby boy? Hard and unyielding but thin.” He tugged it almost out, then pushed it back in again.
Reid keened, rocked back toward him. He moved with Reid, fucking him with the crop, watching the black disappear into Reid’s ass over and over. His cock ached, desperate to bury inside that hot little hole. He made himself wait, though. Made them both wait.
He was going to take his boy in bed and fuck him into the mattress. Then he would plug Reid and feed him.
He pulled the crop right out, tossing it toward the tub. “There. I think you’re ready for my cock, boy.”
“No.” Reid looked at him, over one shoulder. “No, Walt. Not for the first time. I need it to be face-to-face. I need it to be real.”
“Baby, we’re going to do this in bed.” He wasn’t taking Reid over the bench in his bathroom, no matter how nice it was. Not when he had the world’s biggest bed, just waiting for them.
Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Reid smiled at him—a genuine expression that made his mouth dry.
“Come on, baby boy. Let’s go get you fucked, for real.”
“Romantic.” Reid winked, rocking up.
“Hey, I’m taking you to bed. I’m being fucking romantic.”
Reid started laughing, pushing into his arms for a kiss. He gave it, loving the laughter as much as he did the obedience, the gasps and moans and begging. Reid was giving his whole self.
He wrapped around his lover, taking biting kisses. “I’m keeping you this time. I fucked up, but I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Sweet words.” Reid was easy in his arms, though, smiling.
“I’ll back them up every
Reid rocked back, then pulled forward as AW’s face pressed against the bruised ass. It was a lovely conundrum and he pressed his tongue a little deeper, encouraging Reid to rock back again. Reid was caught—pleasure offered pain, over and over.
He kept reaching for the pleasure, though and AW smiled. That was his needy pain slut. He’d never needed anyone like he needed Reid.
“You ready for the crop, baby boy?” The crop, then his cock.
Reid shook his head.
“No? Are you sure you want me to come up with something else before the crop?”
“No! No!” Oh, that was panic.
“Shh. Shh.” He patted Reid’s ass softly.
Bending, he grabbed the crop. Rolling it on Reid’s ass, he let his lover feel it. Reid stiffened, head shaking.
“Two hits to your hole. Then I’m going to fuck you with it, get you ready for my cock.”
Reid nodded for him, sucking in air.
He didn’t give Reid any other warning, slapping the end of the crop over Reid’s hole. Reid’s ass clenched, but those fingers didn’t let go, kept Reid’s ass cheeks apart. AW gave Reid the second slap with the crop.
Then he slicked the end of the crop itself up. Reid moaned, fingers relaxing.
“I didn’t say you could stop holding yourself open for me.”
“I’m stretching.”
“Uh-huh.” He slapped the crop across Reid’s right cheek. His baby boy knew damn well that such things were allowed—if Reid asked for permission first. So many bad habits had been picked back up in the last five years. It was his own fault, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared to punish Reid as needed.
AW placed a kiss where he’d hit, and then pressed the tip of the lubed crop at Reid’s hole. Reid’s sweet, swollen hole clenched, trying to deny him. He slapped at the little wrinkled bit of flesh with the crop again. Moaning, Reid shifted his legs, so AW swatted again and again, not hard, but enough to feel.
“You’ll let me in or I’ll keep swatting your hole.”
“How the fuck can you know when you’re hitting me?”
“I can see how tightly you’re clenching.” The next hit was sharp, hard. “No. Cursing.”
He lubed the end of the crop up again, trying for another go into Reid’s sweet ass. This time Reid submitted, body letting him in. Groaning, he pushed about three inches of the crop in. Reid gripped, ass tightening.
“Feel that, baby boy? Hard and unyielding but thin.” He tugged it almost out, then pushed it back in again.
Reid keened, rocked back toward him. He moved with Reid, fucking him with the crop, watching the black disappear into Reid’s ass over and over. His cock ached, desperate to bury inside that hot little hole. He made himself wait, though. Made them both wait.
He was going to take his boy in bed and fuck him into the mattress. Then he would plug Reid and feed him.
He pulled the crop right out, tossing it toward the tub. “There. I think you’re ready for my cock, boy.”
“No.” Reid looked at him, over one shoulder. “No, Walt. Not for the first time. I need it to be face-to-face. I need it to be real.”
“Baby, we’re going to do this in bed.” He wasn’t taking Reid over the bench in his bathroom, no matter how nice it was. Not when he had the world’s biggest bed, just waiting for them.
Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Reid smiled at him—a genuine expression that made his mouth dry.
“Come on, baby boy. Let’s go get you fucked, for real.”
“Romantic.” Reid winked, rocking up.
“Hey, I’m taking you to bed. I’m being fucking romantic.”
Reid started laughing, pushing into his arms for a kiss. He gave it, loving the laughter as much as he did the obedience, the gasps and moans and begging. Reid was giving his whole self.
He wrapped around his lover, taking biting kisses. “I’m keeping you this time. I fucked up, but I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Sweet words.” Reid was easy in his arms, though, smiling.
“I’ll back them up every
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