Page 65 of Boy Issues

Donovan did as he was told, cool air hitting his entrance the moment he’d exposed his ass. The waiting, as they said, was the hardest part.

“Ay, I could look at you like that forever, mijo. But I’d rather enjoy you up close.”

A whimper fell from Donovan’s lips the moment Silver snaked his warm, wet tongue up Donovan’s crease. Silver narrowed his focus to Donovan’s hole, teasing the rim with his tongue before hardening the tip and pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Donovan’s toes curled, his fingers clutching the sheets as he gave in to the decadent pleasure of Silver eating his ass.

Donovan whimpered again, but this time it was because Silver had stopped.

“Papi…”

“Now, mijo. I can’t let this stuff cool off.”

Donovan and angled his head to peer over his shoulder. “Stuff?”

Silver was already getting the bowl from the dresser. “What did I say? Face down.”

He did as he was told, because he loved pleasing Silver, but damn he was curious. The mattress dipped as Silver sat down and the crinkling of the plastic bag could be heard, along with some tearing sounds.

“Mijo, you know to say red if you don’t like something I’m doing or asking you to do, right?”

Ooh. Now I’m intrigued.

As serious as he knew Silver was about safe words, nothing made his dick harder than the mere thought he might need a safe word for something new they were about to do.

“Of course, Papi.”

“Good boy. Have you ever had your hole waxed?”

As if in response, Donovan clenched it tight. Silver snickered.

“Was that a ‘no’, mijo?”

Donovan had to chuckle. “That would be correct. I’ve never had it waxed.” He frowned. “Is it that hairy?” He’d never paid that much attention.

“Wax is cooling, baby. Red?”

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, no red. Or…green? Is that a thing?”

Silver laughed. “It is. Now hold still.”

Donovan sucked in a sharp breath from the heated goop Silver was spreading over his sensitive skin. Maybe he’d made a mistake.

Once that wax dries…

“So…lots of hairs?” More hairs. More pain.

“No, mijo. Not a lot. But I want your hole nice and groomed for your gift.”

Silver slathered more of the thick substance on the other side of his crack. Donovan was dying to ask for more details, but at this point, he just wanted the waxing thing to be over with. He hoped that violently ripping the hairs out from the one of the most sensitive parts of his body would be worth it.

“Okay, laying down the strips.”

Donovan screwed his eyes shut and buried his face in the pillow. What the fuck had he been thinking? Now the only way was forward, and it was going to hardcore suck.

Silver placed his hand firmly between Donovan’s shoulder blades. “Stay still.”

An unholy shout was ripped from Donovan’s throat along with what seemed like a thousand hairs from his ass. He’d barely had the chance to suck in a lungful of air when Silver tore away the other strip.

“Fuck! I mean red! Red!”

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