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Kneading the muscles of Ignaz’s hips in what Seth hoped were relaxing, reassuring movements, he learned the bone structure beneath. His head bobbed, and he worked his throat down Ignaz’s erection.
Ignaz’s self-control melted. His toes flexed on the bedspread, stomach quivered, and head tossed from side to side. His fingers stabbed at the back of Seth’s head, tearing at his scalp. Incoherent muttering invaded in the air, weaved with gasps before he begged, “Please.”
Seth smiled around his pulsing cock. Ignaz’s fingers released his hair to stab the mattress as the boy twisted his upper body. Clawing at the bedspread, he chanted, “No-no, wait-wait-wait…”
He hissed. His cock spasmed and a thick mixture hit the back of Seth’s throat. Seth swallowed, and Ignaz shuddered again, spilling more moisture. He groaned, and a chain of shaky exhales thrashed his chest.
Satisfaction washed over Seth. He licked his lips and shifted up the bed, showering Ignaz’s flank and ribs with kisses. With his palm traveling over the quivering stomach, he pinned the boy to the mattress, then captured Ignaz’s mouth with his own. Throbbing and swollen, the lips returned his kiss.
Ignaz smiled and whispered, “Your turn.”
“It’s okay.” Seth brushed the damp hair away from Ignaz’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m good. You rest.”
Lips skidding lower, he kissed a half-sleepy, half-confused eye. He pulled back and slipped off the bed.
His bare feet slapped against the floor, bringing him into the bathroom. He habitually swiped the display of his smartwatch, ran the temperature scan. The thermometer showed 37.4°C1. He dropped his pants along with his trunks and stepped into the shower cubicle. The water hit the top of his head, calming his mind, but it didn’t erase his satisfied smile.
His back straightened, hands flew up, and he raked his fingers down his wet hair.
“Whoa!” A yelp behind him made Seth spin. Wide-eyed, Ignaz flattened himself against the glass door evading the water needles. “Why is it so cold?”
Seth whirled to turn the water off. When he looked back at Ignaz, the boy wore a dark expression. Thin fingers reached to Seth’s groin and touched a faded scar from the burn that stretched down Seth’s hips and lashed over his legs and the base of his cock. Seth’s stomach tensed from the touch.
“What’s this?”
Everything inside Seth shrank and trembled. He averted his gaze, unwilling to see the disgust on Ignaz’s face—the same disgust nearly all his lovers had when they saw him naked. He thought he’d gotten used to seeing it, but every single experience proved him wrong. “It’s from the fire twelve years ago.”
The featherlike touch of his fingers made Seth’s stomach tense. He peered into Ignaz’s eyes, looking for signs of repulsion.
Ignaz’s brows squished together in a painful grimace. “Is that what happened to your voice too?”
Seth nodded.
“Is this why you didn’t want me to touch you?” Ignaz looked up, a shy smile playing on his lips. “It doesn’t bother me. You don’t need to torture yourself with a cold shower to cool down. I want to do it.”
Not waiting for Seth to reply, he lowered on his knees, fingers trailing the patterns of Seth’s scars. His face pressed to Seth’s stomach, and the keen tongue slithered down his treasure trail, then lapped over the sleeping curve of his cock.
Seth closed his eyes and rested his back against the tile. The back of his head knocked against the wall with a helpless thud. Ignaz misunderstood everything, and Seth didn’t know how to explain.
A sticky pool of shame and impotence flooded his chest. He felt Ignaz’s tongue working on his cock and how the wetness dripped from his flesh, but nothing similar to lust. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, and his palm found Ignaz’s chin. He lifted the boy’s face. His soft cock fell from Ignaz’s gaping mouth and slapped against his balls. “You don’t need to do this. It’s fine. Come before you get cold.”
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For the restof the day,Ignaz acted oddly. Seth sensed his indignation and read a question in his gaze, yet he didn’t know how to explain himself without telling the truth—the truth he didn’t want to spill for all the money in the world.
During dinner, the boy aimlessly poked the food with his fork, barely sending anything into his mouth. When darkness crept into the house, he nodded his goodnight and retired into his room.
Events were repeating themselves. Seth had been here with Justin and others before him. It never went smoothly, and he’d never learned how to handle this situation. Every relationship failure made him feel more and more insecure to the point where he didn’t want to reveal this part of himself anymore. He didn’t want to see pity in the eyes of his lovers or hear sympathetic words.
To distract himself from the acrid disappointment, Seth once again returned to Walter Fischer’s phone. He tirelessly scrolled through the social media profiles, discarding the names that didn’t seem to fit.
The moon reigned high when Seth turned off his laptop and staggered into the bedroom. He pulled the cotton gloves on and fastened the blindfold at the back of his head, hoping for the desert to sweep him off his feet sooner.
Something wetand gentlelapped at Seth’s cock. He groaned and stirred, emerging from the dryness of the night desert. In his dream, SkyBlade blazed brightly, reflecting the starlight. It beckoned, informing him that it was time to let Justin go. His hands slapped his face, and the cotton chaffed against his morning bristle.
He sat up, pulled the blindfold off, and zeroed in on Ignaz’s hollowed cheeks sucking his cock. Insides withering with dread, he slumped down onto the pillow. Hiding his eyes in his gloved hands, he tried to escape the shame and humiliation.
Minutes ticked. Seth waited, letting Ignaz taste the bitter medicine of truth.
