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Story: Master of Pain
His eyes widen slightly, but his hands grab the fabric of my shirt even tighter.
“Doing the ritual?” he asks.
“Yeah. Pledging yourself to me and my family.” I kiss his nose softly.
Ethan shivers and closes his eyes. “The thought of you tasting my blood is terrifying and electrifying at the same time.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, compared to the things I wanna do to you, the ritual is nothing, Ethan.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and moves his face even closer, until our lips are almost touching. “You scare the fuck out of me, Dante. You also make me…mmh.” He presses up against me until I can feel his hard-on through his jeans.
I lick his bottom lip slowly. “I could take you right here.”
“Yeah?” Ethan’s voice is breathy. “Tell me.”
I smirk. “Tell you what?” I already know, but I want him to work for it a bit.
He brushes his lips against mine. “Tell me what you would do to me.”
His fingers slide into the back of my hair, and I stifle a grunt as his nails drag along my scalp.
“I’d pull your pants down, bend you over the fountain, and eat your perfect ass out until you can’t take it anymore,” I tell him in a husky, hushed voice.
His breath speeds up; I can feel it against my mouth.
“My ass?” he asks.
“You never had anything in your asshole, baby?” I reply, curious.
He holds me tighter. “I…tried using my fingers a couple times, but I felt so guilty about it.”
“You ain’t got nothin’ to feel guilty about, puppy,” I tell him, my voice harsher now. “You’re not gonna feel guilty again, got it?”
He nods slowly, his lips brushing mine again.
I slide my free hand against his back and down to his ass. I grab it, pulling him even tighter against me.
“I need you t—” Ethan starts, but the screen door opens and my aunt’s voice cuts through the moment.
“Dante, your father needs you,” Aunt Tania tells me.
I growl and don’t take my eyes off Ethan.
“I’m busy.”
“I see that. Nevertheless, this is important. It’s about the Greivans. He says it’s going to take up the rest of your evening,” she informs me.
“Fuck him,” I mumble under my breath. I know he’s doing this just to get on my nerves and pull me away from Ethan.
“I’ll be there in a sec,” I tell her.
I kiss Ethan without a second thought. I remove the distance between our lips and bring my mouth to his, firm and needy.
He moans into my mouth, and I lick into his. I dance my tongue around his in a nasty and quick way that lets me taste every inch of his mouth in just a few seconds.
When I pull back, he’s panting softly, and his face is even more flushed.
“Dante,” he whispers breathlessly.
“Doing the ritual?” he asks.
“Yeah. Pledging yourself to me and my family.” I kiss his nose softly.
Ethan shivers and closes his eyes. “The thought of you tasting my blood is terrifying and electrifying at the same time.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, compared to the things I wanna do to you, the ritual is nothing, Ethan.”
He wraps his arms around my neck and moves his face even closer, until our lips are almost touching. “You scare the fuck out of me, Dante. You also make me…mmh.” He presses up against me until I can feel his hard-on through his jeans.
I lick his bottom lip slowly. “I could take you right here.”
“Yeah?” Ethan’s voice is breathy. “Tell me.”
I smirk. “Tell you what?” I already know, but I want him to work for it a bit.
He brushes his lips against mine. “Tell me what you would do to me.”
His fingers slide into the back of my hair, and I stifle a grunt as his nails drag along my scalp.
“I’d pull your pants down, bend you over the fountain, and eat your perfect ass out until you can’t take it anymore,” I tell him in a husky, hushed voice.
His breath speeds up; I can feel it against my mouth.
“My ass?” he asks.
“You never had anything in your asshole, baby?” I reply, curious.
He holds me tighter. “I…tried using my fingers a couple times, but I felt so guilty about it.”
“You ain’t got nothin’ to feel guilty about, puppy,” I tell him, my voice harsher now. “You’re not gonna feel guilty again, got it?”
He nods slowly, his lips brushing mine again.
I slide my free hand against his back and down to his ass. I grab it, pulling him even tighter against me.
“I need you t—” Ethan starts, but the screen door opens and my aunt’s voice cuts through the moment.
“Dante, your father needs you,” Aunt Tania tells me.
I growl and don’t take my eyes off Ethan.
“I’m busy.”
“I see that. Nevertheless, this is important. It’s about the Greivans. He says it’s going to take up the rest of your evening,” she informs me.
“Fuck him,” I mumble under my breath. I know he’s doing this just to get on my nerves and pull me away from Ethan.
“I’ll be there in a sec,” I tell her.
I kiss Ethan without a second thought. I remove the distance between our lips and bring my mouth to his, firm and needy.
He moans into my mouth, and I lick into his. I dance my tongue around his in a nasty and quick way that lets me taste every inch of his mouth in just a few seconds.
When I pull back, he’s panting softly, and his face is even more flushed.
“Dante,” he whispers breathlessly.
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