Page 56 of Leo, My Partner

Ian looks up at me with defeated eyes. “Please kill me. It hurts. It hurts so much.”

“Good. I’m glad you’re feeling this amount of pain,” Ty seethes. “That’s what those kids felt, you piece of shit.” I look up to find Ty standing over us with the Glock 19 pointed at Ian. I get out of his way, letting him handle his business.

Ty doesn’t waste time. He pulls the trigger, plugging Ian three times in the chest. His body jerks, then he’s still, blood dripping like a faucet down his chest. Ty steps back before more gets on his boots.

His back bumps into my chest, and I wrap a bloody arm around him. “How was that?”

Ty drags my hand down, putting it over his raging erection. “So fucking sexy watching you work on him. Hurry up and get me home so I can sit on your cock.”

I bite Ty on the neck hard enough to leave a mark behind. “Let’s clean up, and we’re out of here. Then I’ll have your ass, kotenok.”

Cleanup takes no time, Ty and I working quickly so we can get back home, and I can fuck him thoroughly. Having a partner with me on these kills has a definite upside.

Once we have everything nice and tidy, I load the body in the back of the car—on top of the tarp I laid earlier—and we drive off to the shore where Ty decided to dump Ian. It takes no time to get him and his body parts from the car and out in the open.

Luckily our outfits are black, and the blood isn’t noticeable from afar, so no one gives us any looks as we walk through the lobby. We rush upstairs, barely able to keep our hands off each other.

As soon as we step inside, Ty has me up against the door, slanting his mouth over mine. His kiss is wild and feral, and I fucking relish it, gripping his ass and pulling him into me. Our hard cocks brush, turning me on even more. Ty pulls his lips away, hooks his thumbs into my pants, and drags them down around my ankles.

His smaller hand wraps around my length, and I groan, pushing into his grip. Ty licks the seam of my lips as he jerks me off. Even dry, it feels like fucking heaven.

“Fuck, kotenok.” I grip his hand, pushing in and out of his fist smoothly. Ty grips me harder, his hand twisting as he reaches the head of my dick. “Let me fuck your fist. I’d rather it be your ass, but we can get to that soon.”

His moan reverberates in my mouth as he kisses me again. Ty jerks me faster, and I stuff my hand in the front of his pants, wrapping my hand around his leaking shaft.

“Leo,” he mutters into my mouth, trying to keep up with the kiss but unable to take both my tongue and my hand. If we weren’t covered in blood, I’d have him on his knees so I could come down his throat and then have him do the same to me. Until we can shower, this will have to do.

“That feels good,” I mutter when Ty reaches under me and tugs on my balls. I grip his ass tighter, kneading the plump globes.

Batting his hand away, I spin him around until his back is against the door, grab both our dicks, and spit between us. When we’re both lubed up as much as we can be, I jerk us at the same time.

Ty’s hands fly to my shoulders, and he holds on tight, throwing his head back. “Holy fuck, Leo. Yes. Please. Make me … make me come. I need to come. Oh God, please. I need it. I need to… Leo…”

I move my hand faster, the hot skin of his cock feeling like silk against mine. Ty thrusts his hips, holding on tight as I pump us off. “Like that?” I ask, dipping my head to kiss and lick along the column of his throat. The taste of his sweat makes my tongue tingle.

“Yes. Squeeze a little harder.” I grip us tighter, moving my hand quicker. “Just like that, baby. Oh Christ, I’m not going to last long.”

I hold Ty close, and we move in tandem, working together to get us both to the finish line. His warm breath tickles my neck as he moans and babbles against my skin. His hips stutter, and he chases his release. My cock throbs with the need to mark him. Ty mumbles against my chest, moaning as his body shudders. He sounds like a fucking dream.

“Leo, Leo. Oh God, Leo. I’m coming.” The wetness of his release coats my hand as I stroke him through it. It makes the slide easier as I barrel towards orgasm.

Listening to Ty moan and cry out gets me there, and my cum is joining his. My knees almost buckle from the force of my release—I have to throw my hand against the door to stay on my feet. I don’t stop until we’re both drained dry.

We stand there, Ty breathing hard against my neck as I whisper softly to him, asking if he’s okay and telling him I got him, that I won’t let him fall. Once again, we’re both covered in cum. I want Ty’s ass covered in my cum, but fuck, I can’t move. I’ll have to take a rain check on sliding between the firm globes of his ass.

Swallowing hard, Ty asks, “Can we shower? We’re covered in blood and come.”

“Come on, kotenok. I’ll get you clean, then I’ll make you the little spoon, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ty says sleepily, leaning into me heavily as I drag us to the shower.

I set Ty against the counter while I start the water, making sure it’s warm enough for him. Once I’m sure the temperature is right, I go back over to him, bending down to unlace his boots and remove them. Then I pull off his socks, pants, and underwear. When I stand, I drag his shirt over his head. Ty sways, dead on his feet from the anticipation of the kill, the kill itself, and the orgasm I gave him.

Grabbing his hands, I pull him into the shower and wrap him in my arms. “You did so good tonight, kotenok. How do you feel?”

“Tired right now.” We both chuckle. In a more serious tone, he says, “I'm fine. I don’t feel bad about killing Ian. He deserved it. He wasn’t even sorry about what he did. No better person to start our partnership with.” Ty meets my eyes, his lips tipped up. “Thank you for doing that. I thought it was batshit crazy, some fucked up thing I wanted but shouldn’t have. But you listened and did exactly want I asked. Thank you for that. And thank you for checking on me. But don’t worry. I’ll always let you know if I’m not okay.”

“I know, kotenok. You were fucking hot, so good with that Glock. I can’t wait to see you do it again.”

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