cooking like this and I’ll have to give you another raise.” The blush in Kyle’s cheeks was so adorable, he didn’t think twice about reaching out and feathering his thumb along one delicate cheekbone. Blood pooled to his groin and his forgotten arousal bloomed to life when the other man leaned into his touch instead of flinching away.
Kyle’s bruises had faded significantly, leaving only small streaks of red and purple along the undersides of his eyes. Lucas longed to erase them—to restore what he was sure had once been an adventurous and confident heart—but Kyle needed more than he could offer. He needed a lover who could devote his life to him…without endangering him.
Reluctantly, he took his hand away and finished his pie. When Kyle moved to clear the dishes, he stopped him with a hand on his wrist and tugged him towards the bedroom. “I’ll clean those up. You’ve had a long enough day as it is. Let’s take care of your back so you can get some rest.”
Lucas went into the bathroom to retrieve the Bacitracin while Kyle stripped down. This had become their nightly ritual to care for his wounds, but the sight of Kyle’s naked body spread out over the comforter was getting harder and harder to resist. Fortunately, only a few more applications of the topical cream would be needed to ensure infection didn’t set in.
Lucas took a deep breath and massaged his hard length again, trying to ease the congestion of blood. He settled on the bed beside Kyle and started on his shoulders, smearing the ointment lightly over each laceration.
“Lucas?” Kyle twisted his neck to peer over his shoulder.
Lucas shifted, bringing his knees together to hide the erection straining against the front of his pants. “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything, ki…Kyle. What’s up?”
Kyle’s eyes flitted around nervously. After several convulsive swallows, he spoke in a small voice. “I want to please you. But I also wanted to please Craig. Does that mean I’m some kind of sicko and liked everything else about the relationship I had with him?”
He paused, not sure where the young man was going with this. “What do you mean?”
Hooking an elbow under him, Kyle rested his head on his palm. It left his half-mast, slim cock exposed to Lucas’ view. Hastily averting his gaze, he sought out Kyle’s face and found his eyes locked on the man’s moist, parted lips.
“I liked serving Craig. I even liked it when he…when he spanked me sometimes, in the beginning. He said I was a pain slut. That I needed discipline. I wanted to make him happy, but there were so many rules. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
“That doesn’t make you sick, Kyle. That makes you a submissive. It sounds like Craig tried to make you his slave.”
Kyle lowered his eyes, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, contrasting with his pale skin. “I want to serve you, though. And I want you to spank me.” Beseeching, green eyes met his. “Does that make me a monster for wanting that after what Craig did to me?”
Lucas threw the tube down and gathered Kyle into his arms. “No, sweetness, that doesn’t make you a monster. There’s nothing wrong with mixing pleasure and pain. Craig took it too far, and he’s lucky I didn’t kill him for that.” He realised his slip when Kyle gasped, but he wouldn’t take it back. It was the truth.
Kyle wriggled his body around so that he was laying on his back, staring up at Lucas openly, a combination of adoration and hope on his face. “So it’s okay that I want you? Even after what he did to me?”
Lucas gulped audibly. Every reason he’d constructed in his mind over the past week to keep his dick in his pants scattered as Kyle timidly sat up and brushed his soft lips along his. It was no ploy for sex or instant gratification. Lucas knew without a doubt that with a single word of rejection, he could crush the man’s frail hold on his self-worth. It added a
Kyle’s bruises had faded significantly, leaving only small streaks of red and purple along the undersides of his eyes. Lucas longed to erase them—to restore what he was sure had once been an adventurous and confident heart—but Kyle needed more than he could offer. He needed a lover who could devote his life to him…without endangering him.
Reluctantly, he took his hand away and finished his pie. When Kyle moved to clear the dishes, he stopped him with a hand on his wrist and tugged him towards the bedroom. “I’ll clean those up. You’ve had a long enough day as it is. Let’s take care of your back so you can get some rest.”
Lucas went into the bathroom to retrieve the Bacitracin while Kyle stripped down. This had become their nightly ritual to care for his wounds, but the sight of Kyle’s naked body spread out over the comforter was getting harder and harder to resist. Fortunately, only a few more applications of the topical cream would be needed to ensure infection didn’t set in.
Lucas took a deep breath and massaged his hard length again, trying to ease the congestion of blood. He settled on the bed beside Kyle and started on his shoulders, smearing the ointment lightly over each laceration.
“Lucas?” Kyle twisted his neck to peer over his shoulder.
Lucas shifted, bringing his knees together to hide the erection straining against the front of his pants. “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything, ki…Kyle. What’s up?”
Kyle’s eyes flitted around nervously. After several convulsive swallows, he spoke in a small voice. “I want to please you. But I also wanted to please Craig. Does that mean I’m some kind of sicko and liked everything else about the relationship I had with him?”
He paused, not sure where the young man was going with this. “What do you mean?”
Hooking an elbow under him, Kyle rested his head on his palm. It left his half-mast, slim cock exposed to Lucas’ view. Hastily averting his gaze, he sought out Kyle’s face and found his eyes locked on the man’s moist, parted lips.
“I liked serving Craig. I even liked it when he…when he spanked me sometimes, in the beginning. He said I was a pain slut. That I needed discipline. I wanted to make him happy, but there were so many rules. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
“That doesn’t make you sick, Kyle. That makes you a submissive. It sounds like Craig tried to make you his slave.”
Kyle lowered his eyes, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, contrasting with his pale skin. “I want to serve you, though. And I want you to spank me.” Beseeching, green eyes met his. “Does that make me a monster for wanting that after what Craig did to me?”
Lucas threw the tube down and gathered Kyle into his arms. “No, sweetness, that doesn’t make you a monster. There’s nothing wrong with mixing pleasure and pain. Craig took it too far, and he’s lucky I didn’t kill him for that.” He realised his slip when Kyle gasped, but he wouldn’t take it back. It was the truth.
Kyle wriggled his body around so that he was laying on his back, staring up at Lucas openly, a combination of adoration and hope on his face. “So it’s okay that I want you? Even after what he did to me?”
Lucas gulped audibly. Every reason he’d constructed in his mind over the past week to keep his dick in his pants scattered as Kyle timidly sat up and brushed his soft lips along his. It was no ploy for sex or instant gratification. Lucas knew without a doubt that with a single word of rejection, he could crush the man’s frail hold on his self-worth. It added a
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