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“What do you need, Kitten?” I coax.

“More,” he finally says.

“Do you need to come again?”

“No,” he blurts. “Well, yes, but that’s…”

“Tell me what you need, Boy,” I growl, coating my words in dominance.

“Can I…” Swallowing against my hand, he glances down my body, then back to my face. “Can I…”

“Can you what?” I soften my voice.

“I want to touch you,” he finally admits, speaking so quickly the words almost mesh together.

“You can touch me as much as you want,” I purr, leaning forward and capturing his lips with mine again.

Reluctantly releasing my hold on his throat, I let my hands drop to my sides, allowing him the freedom to do whatever he wants to me. Mimicking my actions from earlier, he fills his palm with soap and starts to explore, running his hands over my shoulders, arms, and abs.

After a moment his touch becomes bolder, braver, and his hands roam over my ass, my thighs, then down my legs to my ankles.

I thank God for endless hot water, because instead of bending over, my sexy, timid boy lowers himself to his knees and tentatively runs his palms from my ankles all the way up the inside of my legs until his fingers are barely an inch from my heavy balls.

I’m not hairless, but I’m neatly groomed, so I watch clearly as his fingers curl, cupping my sack, testing the weight before he carefully runs his fingers over my cock. When he’s tiptoed alongthe length of my dick, he rubs the pad of his thumb over the slit, and I groan.

Tipping his head back, he looks up at me from his position at my feet and licks his lips. I don’t think he has any idea how tempting he looks right now, but somehow that makes his innocent seduction even more tantalizing. “Can I?”

“Can you what, Boy?” I ask gruffly.

“Please, can I touch?” he asks.

“You want to play with my cock, Boy?”

He nods.

“Yes, you can touch.”

Wrapping his fingers around me, he slowly slides his fist from the head down to the base, then back up again. A silent groan falls from my parted lips, and I fight the urge to demand he open his mouth and choke on me.

“Do you?” Sliding his fist down to the base again, he pauses, using his pinky finger to stroke over my balls.

“Do I what?” I demand, my tone getting rougher, the closer I get to the edge.

“Do you want me to do what you did to me?” His cheeks bloom red, and I smile. He’s fucking adorable.

“Are you asking if you can finger my ass?” I ask, deliberately making my description crude.

He nods.

“I’ve bottomed in the past, but I prefer to top. If that’s something you want to explore, we can talk about it, though,” I tell him softly. “Although the majority of the time, I’ll be the one sinking into your tight ass, not the other way around.”

“I don’t…” he mutters. “What about…” His pink tongue pokes out of his mouth as his gaze drops to where his fist has slid back to the head of my dick.

“Are you asking if you can taste me?”

He nods again.

“I can’t think of much that I want more than to feel your wet mouth around my cock. But if you want to suck me, there are rules.”