Page 69 of Possession

And it was really fucking hot.

What we’re doing right now—what he’s doing—is really hot too. Intimacy with Roman always is, like when he held my cock in the shower. Just like then, I’m getting aroused now as he guides the electric razor along my inner thigh.

I’m lying on my back on the bed atop some towels. I thought we should do this in the bathroom, but he wanted me to be comfortable. I’m more than comfortable. I’m incredibly turned on.

Some of it is the vibration of the razor around my groin. Some of it is Roman’s hands on me and the sheer intimacy of the act. Some of it is gazing down my own body to where Roman is kneeling between my spread legs, also turned on by this.

He pushes my leg higher to tauten the skin as he shaves carefully along my taint to my balls. He switches his grip to my sac, tugging it tight. A fresh wave of arousal washes through me as the razor vibrates against my balls. My cock is leaking by the time he’s done. Then he shaves my shaft.

“Fuck!” I gasp as my dick throbs.

Roman takes the razor away and pinches the tip of my cock. “Don’t come,” he says.

My head is light, spinning. I close my eyes and groan in frustration.

“Lucas.”

I open my eyes and find Roman looking at me with both desire and dominance. He says, “I’m going to fuck you, but you have to wait.”

“It feels good.”

He smiles a little. “Good.”

His smiles are so fucking rare that I stare at him, soaking in the sight. I love this. I love him.

The realization settles easily inside me because I already knew. I’ve known for a long time.

I know he loves me too. That, I’ve also known for a long time, in spite of my insecurities.

I ask, “How come you have so little body hair? Your hair and beard grow so thick, I feel like you should be hairier than me.”

“Laser,” he says simply.

“Oh.” I should’ve guessed that.

“Some grew back over the years but not much.”

I settle back into silence, content to let him do this for me, happy that it’s getting easier for him to mention the past. He doesn’t talk about it much, but it doesn’t shut him down like it used to.

I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing as he works on my shaft. When Roman first suggested this, I felt nervous about a razor around my groin, but the second he started, my anxiousness faded. I trust him.

When he’s done with my cock, he turns off the razor and sets it aside. He uses a damp towel to clean me then another to dry me. The friction of the cloth has my hips curling.

I want sex so bad.

I can’t believe how important it’s become in my life. It’s a fundamental part of myself that I had no idea even existed.

I lived such a limited and unrealized existence before Roman.

He nudges me to roll over then helps me lift onto my knees. I keep my head down, offering him my ass. Roman massages my cheeks then parts them. The razor buzzes to life again, and he shaves carefully around my hole. The position, the vibration, Roman’s presence behind me … I’m leaking so profusely that when I look down along my torso, I see a long thread of precum dripping from my cock.

After a while, the razor shuts off. Roman cleans me up. With anyone else, this would embarrass me. With him … fuck. I love it. With him, I can let myself whine, “I need you.Please.”

Roman reaches between my legs and grips my balls, tugging me until I’m moaning and rocking. I almost come, but he pinches my cockhead again. I groan in frustration. I’ve never been edged like this.

“Stay,” he orders as he withdraws from me, clearing everything away, even tugging the towel from under my knees.

He gets off the bed and opens a drawer in the nightstand. Holding my position, I turn my head to watch him squirt lube into his hand. I moan when he wraps his hand around his huge, stiff cock to slick it. I leak more precum at the sight.

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