Page 69 of Imperfect Skin

“I was going to take it easy on you tonight, lamb, but I don’t think that’s what you need.”

Mouse shook his head, moaning. His hand had come up to stroke my chest. “I need you, Daddy. Need you to remind me I’m yours.” The teasing lilt in Mouse’s voice had been replaced by desperation.

I kissed him savagely then, forcing him against the wall while I tasted the sweetness of his mouth. His tongue danced against mine, stroking and teasing, before I took control. He whimpered when I bit down on his plump bottom lip, the taste of copper between our lips.

“Turn around and show me that hungry hole.” My voice had dropped to a harsh whisper as I stepped back from him. Mouse slid off the dildo with a breathy moan, turning himself to face the wall, his perfect arse thrust out.

His hole was already slick with waterproof lube, and his rim parted easily for my fingers as I roughly shoved two inside him.

A third finger had him rocking against my hand, only stilling when I slapped him harshly across his pale arse. “So fucking hungry. I bet I could fit my entire hand in there and you’d still cry for more.” My left hand slid down Mouse’s belly, finding his cock. I could tell him not to come, deny him that, or I could let him have his fill tonight and then cage him for the week. The idea appealed to me as much as the thought of sliding my entire hand into that superb arse.

“Do you want that, lamb? Do you want Daddy to lay you out on our bed and fingerfuck you, stretch your walls out until I can slide my entire hand inside?” My own cock was an iron bar right now, but I could wait. This was about giving my boy exactly what he needed.

“I am so fucking green, Daddy. I need that—need you.” Mouse rocked down onto my fingers as I reached down and squeezed his balls hard.

The walls of Mouse’s channel clamped down on my fingers, his release painting the shower wall.

“Daddy, yes, fuck, fuck.” Mouse’s cock jerked weakly in my hand as I slid my fingers from his hole.

“Wash me, boy, then I’ll give you your wish.” I stood under the spray, pleased I’d coughed up the money for a decent shower when I had this bathroom refitted. The large rainfall showerhead felt amazing, but not quite as amazing as Mouse’s hands lathering soap over my chest. I relaxed and enjoyed Mouse’s ministrations. The gentle touch of his hands on my body was as arousing as it was comforting, and looking at his smiling face I was stunned by how much I loved this man.

“Lamb, are you sure you want this?” I cupped his face, looking deep into his dark eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was asking about my plan to fist him, or us as a whole. I was in so deep now that I wanted to give him everything.

Mouse tipped his head and smiled. Turning his face, he kissed my palm as if he could read my mind. “I want everything you have to give me.”

“I want you to get dry, take a towel into the bedroom and lay it on the bed. I want you to wait for me. I’ll be out soon.” I gently pushed Mouse out of the shower, unashamedly watching him as he dried himself. I loved looking at his body. Each piece of ink told a story about him, and I remembered doing every piercing myself. I finished washing myself down, mentally checking I had the supplies to do this scene with Mouse tonight.

I’d fisted partners in the past and I found the whole scene erotic, but with Mouse it had an incredible intimacy, a new level of trust. Stepping out of the shower, I took my time drying off. I wanted to savour the feeling of excitement that grew in my stomach, the same excitement I knew Mouse would be feeling.

The bedroom lamps were on, casting a warm glow around the room, and Mouse lay in the centre of the bed, stretched out, looking every inch the desirable boy he was. I went to my dresser and pulled out a fresh bottle of lube and a pair of latex gloves, and moved towards the bed. I threw the gloves and lube onto the towel and crawled between Mouse’s thighs, running my fingertips along the pale skin as I did. Mouse tensed as my fingers skated over the old burn scars. I knew even after all these years he still viewed them as an ugly reminder of what had happened. To me, though, they showed his strength and tenacity, to continue to live through the pain he’d endured. I pressed a kiss to the flesh, and again heard a quiet gasp.

“You are beautiful. Your scars are beautiful, because they are part of you,” I murmured, kissing my way up his abs, his tattooed chest, and finally his lips. I gently smoothed my hand over his hair, running the fine strands through my fingers. “How are you feeling, lamb?”

“Nervous, excited, unbelievably horny, a little scared. I’ve-I’ve never had this done to me before.”

I kissed him softly. “It’s intense, and incredibly intimate. But I promise I’ll take care of you, little Mouse.”

Mouse gave a nervous chuckle, then lifted one of my hands. “I know, and I want this, but you’ve got huge fucking hands.” He giggled, slightly breathless.

I wiggled my fingers. “And just think how good they’re going to feel inside you.” I burst out laughing when Mouse went cross-eyed. “Are you freaking out?”

“No, but I might have just had an out-of-body experience.” His soft laugh turned into a moan as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked slowly.

“You ready for this?”

“Fuck yes, Daddy. I need it, please.”

“Alright, lamb, on your hands and knees for me.” I knelt back, watching Mouse roll to his front. I was pleased to see the wounds Ziggy had inflicted were healing nicely.

I got up from the bed and walked to where the standing mirror stood off to one side. I carried it over and placed it where Mouse could look at it and see me behind him, and I could watch all the emotions that would cross his face.

I pulled on a latex glove and used copious amounts of lube on my fingers. “We’re going to go slow, Mouse. There’s no rushing this. If it starts to feel uncomfortable or too much, you tell me straight away. Got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” I purred, as I slipped two fingers into his pucker, not pressing deep but playing and stretching his rim. The cute little sounds Mouse was making made my cock ache, but this wasn’t about me tonight. This was all for my sexy boy.

Watching Mouse’s hole suck greedily at my fingers was something I would never grow tired of, and the soft keening sound he made as I added in a third was beautiful. By the time I slipped in a fourth, his rim was stretched and puffy, and Mouse had begun to babble.

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