Page 64 of Cupcake

“Levi brought a few things home for me. I assured him that my magic would keep everything sanitized and clean so my boy wouldn’t get an infection.” Dean also promised that it wouldn’t hurt.

Well, not more than Dean wanted it to. A slight sting. Pressure. Everything that Dean loved doing to Logan already. Oh! He was getting hard just thinking about it.

Logan wanted to be pierced by his mate’s hands.

Logan trusted his mate.

They would both enjoy this, and Logan wanted to be pretty under his clothes. The jewelry and pretty panties. Logan was becoming very spoiled.

“You seem ready.” Dean trailed a finger up Logan’s erection before swiping the precome from the tip.

“I am, Daddy,” Logan vowed.

“Should I start here?” Dean stroked him once.

“Yes!” Logan hissed. It was so hard not to push up. Not to thrust. Dean had already told him that he needed to be flaccid.

“What should I do about this?” Dean stroked again.

“I…I don’t know,” Logan admitted.

“I guess you are going to have to be a good boy for me and come,” Dean jerked him harder and faster.

Logan hadn’t been prepared for the sudden sensations. He cried out as his hips came off the mattress.

“Ride my hand, baby,” Dean ordered. “I’m not going to suck you. If you want your pretty cock decorated, then you better fuck my fist.”

“Yes!” Oh! Logan liked this. He loved it when Daddy commanded him.

“More. Your leg isn’t hurt any longer. Brace your feet on the bed and thrust,” Dean told him.

He grew lightheaded as he chased his orgasm.

Dean ran his thumb over the head of his cock. “I’m going to put the needle right through here.”

Logan could already imagine it.

“Your cock is going to be so pretty. Decorated for your Daddy.”

Logan grunted.

“Then I’m going to do your nipples. Your belly button. All this jewelry I made with my magic. And it’s so pretty. Pink and shiny. Your birthstone. I already claimed you with my mark and now everyone will see how beautiful I keep my boy.”

The words were working. Logan strained to snap his hips faster as his balls grew tight up against his body. “Gonna!”

“Do it,” Dean demanded. “Come!” His fingers tightened. His hand jacked even faster.

“Daddy!” Logan called.

At the last moment, Dean leaned down and sucked the release from the tip of Logan’s cock.

He collapsed on the mattress as he panted.

“Here we go,” Dean told him.

Again, Dean caught him off guard. The long curved needle pierced Logan’s skin and he hissed. The sting. Oh! Oh! Logan began to tremble. It felt incredible to watch Dean’s long fingers handle the tool that was putting a hole in him.

It wasn’t just the sight of his mate holding his dick.

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