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I release his cock but keep my hand in his pants, resting just above his erection.
“Fuck you,” he groans, arching his hips, and I give his cock a tiny swat in retaliation. “Ow! What the fuck, Morales?”
“If I wanted to touch your pathetic excuse for a dick, I would have.”
He recoils, shoulders hunching and his already bruised lip being crushed between his teeth.
That’s why we need to talk.
I relax my posture to be less stiff and gently smooth my thumb over his softening dick.
“Which brings me to my point of boundaries.”
Slowly, Shiloh unfurls, and when his eyes flutter and his dick plumps up beneath my fingers, I feel safe to continue.
“There are three levels of boundaries we’re going to use. Things that you’re okay with without question. Things that you might be okay with but I should check with you first. And hard nos. Those aren’t negotiable. If you tell me it’s a no then I won’t even think about it. Not even as a punishment.”
Even with a growing fire in his eyes, Shiloh’s hesitation shines through with the way his cheek sinks in like he’s chewing it.
“You might have to talk me through this whole punishment thing. All this kink stuff you’ve got going on.”
I chuckle and nod. “I can do that. That’s fair. Would you like to start there or can I finish what I was saying?”
When I think my casual stroking is a distraction, I stop, and he glares with an exaggerated huff.
“Keep going but circle back.”
He’s so cute when he thinks he’s in charge.
“As I was saying. Your reaction to my ‘pathetic excuse for a dick’ comment…” I watch the insecurity sink into his expression, even if he tries to cover it with a scowl. “That’s a limit for you, isn’t it?”
He swallows, gaze falling to his lap where my hand still rests.
“I don’t mind the…” Pink stains his pale cheeks, and he chews his lip until the wound reopens. “The ‘pretty, little dick’ comments. You can call it little, I know it is. But not… pathetic. I’m proud of what I have.”
“Of course.” I pull his lip free and hold pressure on the cut. “I haven’t actually seen it yet, but by what I feel… I’m kind of impressed.”
He scoffs and shoves my hand away from his face. I let him because right now, we’re equals.
“Don’t bullshit me. My t-dick doesn’t compare to your cis dick.”
“I didn’t say I was comparing yours to mine, sweetheart. I’m saying your cock is a turn on.”
The pink turns to red, and he throws an arm over his face as he curses under his breath.
I probably shouldn’t mention that his embarrassment turns me on, too. That might be a bit much.
“What are we doing?” Shiloh whispers. “And why does it feel good?”
I bite back my initial retort, and he peeks out from under his arm with narrowed eyes.
“Say it.”
I shrug and lean forward, gripping his elbow and pushing his arm above his head so I can see his face.
“It feels good because you like pain. Not just physical but emotional. What I have to offer gives you both. I can satisfy your need to hurt, and you get to agonize over the fact that you let me.”
That’s what it boils down to. He hates that he likes having my hands on him: whether I’m getting him off or causing him pain.
