Page 63 of Possession

Mason sucked in a breath, his whole body shuddering as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine, changuito. I own you and this perfect hole, and I get to have it whenever I want.”

Driving his hips forward, he sank all the way into his body, not stopping until he was flush against the warm skin of Mason’s ass. His little monkey clung to him, crying out.

“I was right. Dear god, please fuck me. Those piercings…”

He grabbed Mason’s legs, propping them into the crooks of his elbows and tipping his ass up for an even better angle, and then pushed into him again. Mason choked on his next breath, fingers tangling in Tomas’s hair and tugging painfully.

“Daddy! Right there, right there, right there.”

Feeling feral, he pulled out almost all the way and then shoved forward once more, driving them up the bed. Mason kept a tight hold on his hair and his cock, making the sexiest fucking grunts every time Tomas slammed home.

His headboard smacking into the wall became the steady beat of the soundtrack as they lost themselves in each other. Tomas tasted as much of his skin as he could reach, watching the pleasure build to what looked like a painful level in Mason’s face.

His own need to come was riding him hard, speeding up his strokes until his whole rhythm was lost. He jackhammered into Mason’s hole, chasing that release and pushing his boy right to the edge as well with his piercings rubbing against his prostate.

Mason made a soft keening sound that grew in volume with each slam of Tomas’s hips until his head jerked back, whole body bearing down on Tomas’s dick, and he grunted. Come shot from Mason’s untouched cock between them, smearing on their stomachs.

“That was fucking gorgeous,” Tomas snarled, shifting so he was sitting upright, one of Mason’s thighs over his shoulder and lifting his ass off the mattress. “You’re taking my cock so well, changuito. So perfect. I’m going to live in this tight hole.”

Mason moaned, body turning lax in his hold as he came down from his orgasm.

“I’m going to use it right now, make myself come, and leave it deep inside you,” Tomas said, speeding up once more. “That’s what you want, right? To make Daddy feel good?”

“Yes, god yes,” Mason croaked. “Use me.”

He did. He fucked his boy to within an inch of both of their lives and then drove himself as deep as he could get when he started to shoot, coating his insides and leaving his mark there too.

Muscles twitching and breaths heavy, he stayed kneeling for a long few moments, letting the delicious feeling of released tension sink all the way down into his bones. When his cock started to soften, he pulled out and let himself flop onto the bed next to Mason, tugging him into his arms.

That was all the encouragement he needed, splaying himself half over Tomas’s body and holding on tight as they just breathed and relaxed in the quiet intimacy between them.

Mason clutched at him even after his breathing leveled out. Tomas swept his hand from the back of his neck all the way down his spine to cup his ass and then back up. He was getting drowsy, wondering if he should make sure Mason knew he was staying the night, when Mason made a soft, questioning noise.

“Okay?” Tomas asked, his parched throat turning it into little more than a croak.

“Do you… Would you maybe want to record a video for my channel sometime?”

He asked it so softly, almost tentative, like he honestly thought Tomas would say no. “Sure. Have anything particular in mind?”

“Not yet, but those piercings of yours will be the stars no matter what.”

He snorted and gave his cheek another squeeze. “Glad you’re a fan.”

“You could say that, yes.” Mason somehow scooted closer, pressing his face more fully into his neck. “I had another idea.”

“Hit me, changuito.”

His wet tongue slid up his throat. “What does that mean?”

“Little monkey.” He grinned into the darkness, wondering how Mason would take it. Considering how tightly he’d been wrapped around Tomas for the last half an hour, it fit his boy perfectly.

Mason snorted and nuzzled into him. “You think you’re so cute.”

“No, you’re cute. My adorable changuito.” After Mason nipped at his neck, he pinched the tender underside of one of his cheeks. “What was your idea?”

Huffing, Mason resettled. “You need help.”

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