Page 62 of Imperfect Skin

“Oh, we’ll see about that, lamb.” Before he could respond, I slid my cock into his mouth, driving forwards until he gagged. I grinned like a madman as Mouse narrowed his eyes but didn’t fight me. Instead, he tipped his head back further and relaxed his throat.

The tight heat was perfect. I lost myself in the feeling for a moment before I began to thrust slowly back and forth. Mouse’s hands gripped my thighs, his lips tightening around me as he tried to suck on my cock. It was the perfect combination of friction and slick, but I didn’t want to come just yet. When I came, I intended to be buried deep in my boy’s arse.

We’d both had recent clear test results from Doc, so tonight we were going bare. I couldn’t wait to fill my boy up and see my come leaking from his abused hole.

I watched as my cock slid slowly in and out of his mouth, and the way his throat constricted then relaxed. Mouse was being such a perfect boy, taking everything I gave him. Lifting my gaze, the glint of his nipple rings caught my eye. I reached down and gave an experimental tug. The gasp Mouse gave around my cock encouraged me to be rougher, moving my hands between his nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs. With him spread out like this, I could see every inch of Mouse’s skin, the dark tattoos that covered his chest and arms that I’d placed there, with the rare exception of two that Simon had done.

Even before I’d acknowledged my feelings for Mouse, I’d had a strange possessiveness over his skin and the art that covered it. Every inch of him was beautiful to me. Even the burn scars that covered his upper thighs and hip, in my eyes, showed the beauty and strength that lay within the man.

I pulled my cock free from his perfect mouth and moved around the bed, positioning Mouse so his head no longer hung down. His dark eyes were hazy with lust, but also concern.

“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” His voice was light, but it didn’t hide the fear that he hadn’t pleased me.

“Fuck no, lamb. You were amazing. Maybe a little too good. I want to come when I’m buried inside of you, and your slutty mouth was making it too tempting.” I ran soothing hands up his calves and thighs. I stopped when I got to his hips and those damned sexy panties he wore.

“Hmm. You know how hard it was for me to focus today, knowing you were sitting just across from me wearing a pair of these, with your pretty little cock all caged up? Fuck, boy. I wanted to ravish you on the spot when you bent down to pick up those sketches you knocked over.”

Mouse laughed softly. “I was hoping that would get to you.”

“Oh, you little shit.” It all made sense now. The coy little glances, the feigned clumsiness.

Mouse pressed his hand to my chest, smirking. “Was it really so unreasonable? I didn’t want to be the only one suffering.”

“Was it really suffering, lamb?”

“Oh, fuck yes. You don’t understand how often I get hard from watching you work. I’ve had to sneak off more than a few times over the years to have a wank. Just watching you gets me hot and turned on. Today though, I couldn’t get hard, and I couldn’t sneak off for a wank. At first it was frustrating, then it was weirdly nice, like I was aroused up here”—Mouse tapped his head—“but my body couldn’t do anything about it. It fucked with me so badly. I loved it.”

“And now,” I said, slowly drawing the black panties down his legs, “I get to fuck you and you can’t come. How does that make you feel, lamb?” I pulled the panties off and up to my face, rubbing the soft lace against my cheeks. Mouse gave the dirtiest moan.

“Jesus, Daddy, you’re fucking killing me here.”

I reached for the lube that I’d left close at hand and smiled down at Mouse. “Going to keep those panties close. If you get too loud I might just gag you with them.”

Mouse’s hips rose and fell, and he let out a soft gasp. “Is it possible to come caged?” he panted out.

“It is. I could either pull out this fun little toy I have, or I could try to fuck one out of you.” I toyed with his caged cock, grinning at the thought of doing just that.

“Fuck yes, that one.” Mouse whined when I squeezed his balls between my fingers.

“What was that, lamb?” I pinched his left nut between my thumb and fingers. His gasped-out squeal made me grin like it was Christmas all over again.

“That one, Daddy. Fuck it out of me.”

I squeezed again.

“Please, Daddy!”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Before he had a chance to react, I lifted him and flipped him onto his front, his cute little bum sticking up in the air, just begging to be bitten. I was never good at denying myself, so I did just that. I littered his bottom with bite marks, hard enough to hurt. Mouse was going to have a hard time sitting at work tomorrow. Maybe I should invest in a stand-up desk for him. I chuckled darkly as I bit down again. The sounds he made—soft little whimpers and bitten-off cries—were muffled against the bedclothes.

I pulled Mouse’s cheeks apart. His hole glistened wetly, lubed and ready for me, and if I knew my boy he’d barely stretched himself, wanting to feel the burn when I slammed into him. Well, I wasn’t going to make him wait any longer. I could barely take my eyes off his well-bitten rump when I reached for the lube.

With the hand not covered in lube, I slapped his arse. “Hold yourself open for me.”

Mouse reached back, gripping his cheeks. He hissed as his fingers brushed the bite marks.

The head of my cock kissed his hole, then I shoved in with no warning. Mouse’s hands fell to the bed, clutching at the sheets to find some purchase as I drilled into his tight, warm channel. I dragged my cock back out and slammed back in, knowing my piercings would rub against all those sensitive spots inside of him. I didn’t go as hard or fast as my instincts begged me to. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

Mouse was almost flat on the bed as I drove into him. I watched his rim stretch and tug as I rocked into his body. It was such a fucking sexy sight. But I wanted to look into his eyes as I drove him to the edge. I wanted to see his face when his body flew. I withdrew, and Mouse gave a petulant whine followed by a yelp as I slapped his arse. The yelp turned into a gasp as I flipped him over, and hooking my arms under his legs, I drove back in.

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