Page 37 of For the Love of a Boy

His beautiful boy obeyed him perfectly, and Malcolm slid the object into Seth’s ass until his rim snapped closed around the handle. Malcolm took a moment to appreciate the lewd vision, rubbing Seth’s muscular behind and watching the handle move with the motion. Seth gasped, the toy undoubtedly nudging his sensitive gland.

“How does that make you feel, baby?”

Seth dropped his head between his shoulders. “Not as full as you. But s’good.” Seth peered over his shoulder. “I like it,” he whispered. “I like that a part of you is still inside me.”

Malcolm’s belly tightened, his cock twitching in interest at Seth’s words. He wrapped his arms around Seth’s waist, then ran a palm up his abdomen to his chest. Malcolm encouraged Seth to straighten, Seth groaning from what Malcolm guessed was a result of being bent over for so long.

Malcolm nuzzled Seth’s ear. “I want you to lie on your stomach. Then I can rub your poor back.”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Shh. Daddy knows best, remember?”

Seth angled his head, seeking Malcolm’s lips with his own. Malcolm gave him what he wanted, taking one lazy kiss after the next. The ease with which Seth asked for what he wished filled Malcolm’s heart. Whether through and the unspoken request for a kiss or verbally stating his need, Seth had begun to accept who he was. He was embracing his sexuality, not condemning himself because of it.

Malcolm broke the kiss so he could lead Seth to bed. He tugged the covers aside, then directed Seth to lie down. After climbing in beside him, Malcolm caressed Seth’s body, using the touch to help keep them connected in the afterglow. Then he straddled Seth’s thighs and concentrated his efforts on Seth’s back, massaging the muscles to make sure Seth wasn’t too sore the next day.

He noted that he’d left small bruises on Seth’s hip from where he’d clutched him with such force while fucking him raw. Normally, he’d find the sight arousing, the way the hickeys he’d left on Seth’s neck were. Those marks had been received by Seth with much enthusiasm. But grabbing him so hard he’d bruised him… Malcolm leaned down and kissed the area he knew would darken the next day.

Seth had already been bruised too much.

“Baby.” Malcolm swallowed past the emotion clogging his throat, his reaction one he hadn’t expected. “I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Seth angled his head to the side, a furrow on his brow. He was resting on a pillow that he’d wrapped his arms around. “What do you mean? I asked you to, you know…” Seth bit his lip before continuing. “To fuck me hard. I wanted what you did. Don’t be sorry.”

“I…” Malcolm looked down at the marks again. “Your hip. I bruised your hip because I grabbed you too hard.”

Seth tried to move, but Malcolm still had his thighs pinned. “Can you hold me, Daddy?”

“Of course, baby.”

Malcolm climbed off Seth then slid down the sheets so he could gather him in his arms. He kept his hold gentle, but Seth squeezed hard and wrapped his leg over Malcolm’s limbs.

“I understand the difference.”

Malcolm drew his eyebrows together as he used his fingertips to trace circles over Seth’s shoulders. “The difference between what?”

“I was thinking about it with Nate and Tina at the club tonight. When Nate joked about her getting a flogging, it upset me at first. Then I saw how she was looking at him, how she wasn’t scared.” Seth played with the curls on Malcolm’s chest. “Not only that, but she stared at him as if he was the most amazing person. I can tell how much she loves him. That’s the difference. When Nate hits her, it’s because she wants it. When Nate hits her, it’s not with hatred.”

Malcolm considered what Seth was telling him. “I’m glad you understand, baby. That gives me some comfort.” He pressed a kiss to Seth’s hair. “But all I can see right now when I look at what I just did is how bruises were the result of the hatred you were constantly subjected to. It…it makes me feel a little sick. That I would do something so similar to you.”

Seth nodded against his shoulder. “Okay. I see what you’re saying. Just know that the bruises don’t bother me—not even a bit.” He reached for Malcolm’s hand, then brought it to rest on Malcolm’s chest where he laced their fingers together. “Do other marks make you feel sick?”

“You mean the hickeys?”

“Yeah.”

“Not at all. The complete opposite.”

Seth let out what sounded like a happy sigh. “Good. Because I’d be disappointed if you didn’t do that again.”

Malcolm arched his eyebrows. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because it’s like you’re telling the world I’m yours and they can’t have me.”

Malcolm broke out in a grin. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I mean by them.”

Seth wiggled against him, as if he could get them even closer. “I love you, Daddy. With all my heart.”

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