Page 62 of Possession

Tomas took it as his signal, tossing the flogger aside and stepping up close, pressing his clothed body against Mason’s naked skin, knowing the roughness of his jeans would feel deliciously painful against all his sensitive spots.

Moaning, Mason pressed back against him, tipping his head back onto Tomas’s shoulder. His face was slack, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

Tomas couldn’t stop himself from running his hands over every inch he could reach, nuzzling into his neck. He flicked the piercing in Mason’s belly button and deliberately avoided his straining cock until Mason was squirming against him, pleading softly.

“Please, Daddy. I need it. Need you. Need more. Please, god.”

Desire clenched his guts, his cock jerking against Mason, who moaned at the feeling. “On the bed,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the side of Mason’s neck.

He pressed his lips together to hold back a chuckle as Mason practically threw himself onto the large bed, scrambling on hands and knees until he was right in the middle and then flopping onto his back. He groaned and moved his arms and legs like he was making a snow angel on the comforter, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Feel good?” Tomas asked as he stripped his shirt off and then unbuckled his belt.

“So good,” Mason said breathily, tipping his head up to peer down his body and watch as Tomas toed off his boots and socks and then let his jeans and underwear drop to the ground. He didn’t bother folding his clothes like his perfect boy had, too intent on getting as close to him as possible.

Mason’s eyes widened as Tomas situated himself over his body, his attention completely focused on Tomas’s dick. “I wasn’t expecting the piercings.”

He sat back on his heels and grinned as he stroked himself a few times. He had a Jacob’s ladder on the top side, four looped piercings stacked down the middle, starting about half an inch under his cockhead.

“You’ll have to tell me if you like it.”

Mason licked his lips. “Oh, I’m going to like it.”

He had a feeling that was true, and he couldn’t wait to find out. He reached over Mason to pull open his bedside table and grab a bottle of lube. It took him mere moments to slick up his shaft and fingers.

“Spread your legs for me, cielito,” he said lowly, eyes on Mason’s ass.

Planting his feet on the bed, Mason spread his thighs, fingers dancing over his chest and stomach, touching himself in an easy and familiar way.

Tomas pulled one of his cheeks aside, humming appreciatively. “You’re so smooth everywhere.”

“Waxing nights with Ollie and the others,” Mason said, voice distracted and hips shifting restlessly.

“Oh, that’s right,” Tomas murmured. “I’ve heard about the infamous waxing nights. I can’t say I hate the results.”

He rubbed a small circle around Mason’s furled hole, watching him squirm and bite his lip. Leaning forward, he used his tongue to flick the ring in Mason’s belly button, then laid soft, lingering kisses up his stomach to his chest. As he sucked one of his pert little nipples into his mouth, he pushed his finger inside an inch.

“Fuck, cielito, you’re so hot and tight in your little hole. I just know you’re going to feel like absolute heaven wrapped around my cock.”

“Daddy,” Mason moaned, fingers clutching at his shoulders as Tomas used his teeth to add a little zip to the nipple play and eased his finger the rest of the way inside him. “More, please?”

“More what? More kisses to your pretty nipples? More fingers inside your sexy little hole? Or more sweet words letting you know how perfect you are?”

“Oh god.” Mason arched against him, holding Tomas’s face against his chest and rubbing his weeping cock on his belly. “All of it, Daddy. Feels so good.”

“I love when you beg,” Tomas growled, switching to his other pec and licking around his pebbled nub. “It’s so sexy.”

He fucked his finger into Mason’s willing body, grunting when Mase squeezed down on him. Taking the hint, he worked a second finger inside him and moved up to kiss Mason’s collarbones and neck. His panting breaths rang out in the silentroom, the only other sound the wet squelch from the lube as Tomas shoved his fingers inside him over and over.

Unable to resist, he found a spot on Mason’s throat that made him gasp and sucked a dark bruise into his pale skin. Mason’s nails dug into his shoulders, and his thighs encircled his waist, practically hanging off Tomas’s body.

“God, yes. Leave marks on me so everyone knows.”

“What will they know, changuito?”

“That I belong to someone,” Mason said hoarsely.

“That’s right.” Tomas pulled his fingers free and lined up his cock. He held Mason’s bright eyes as he forced his flared head past his twitching hole and straight into heavenly heat. They both moaned, Mason’s eyes fluttering, his wet lips parted wantonly. “You belong to me. You and Vinnie. You’re mine. My perfect boys. My filthy possessions.”

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