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I stand with a firm stance and cross my arms.
“On your feet and face the bed.”
He hesitates but does as asked, turning away from me but peering back over his shoulder.
“I said face the bed, sweetheart.”
He shivers and drops his gaze forward.
“Hands on the bunk rail.”
His fingers turn red with how hard he grips wood holding the bottom bunk.
Instead of directing him, I grip him by his hips and walk him back, a hand on his upper back pressing him forward.
“Ouch.” He drops a hand to push me away, and I land a firm, open palmed smack to his clothed ass. “Fuck!”
His hand flies forward to grip the railing again. Smart decision.
“Are you ready?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Another smack followed by a gasp.
“Your dick is mine. What about your ass?”
He swallows audibly. A few too many beats of silence.
Smack.
“I already know you like my hand. There’s no hiding it. Let me be more specific. Your asshole. Is it green, yellow, or red?”
I let him take longer this time, rubbing over the cheek I’ve been abusing while I wait. When a few minutes pass and I start to hear shallow breathing, I wrap an arm around his chest and pull him back against my own. His hands drop to his sides.
“Does that mean red?”
He blinks slowly and tucks his chin into his chest.
“It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. I don’t know how you can like it.”
“Not every gay or bi man does.” I stroke along his throat with easy fingers until his head drops back on my shoulder.
“I want something inside me,” he says with his eyes closed. “But I don’t like having my ass played with. I’ve tried and it just… it doesn’t feel good.”
I kiss his neck, his jaw, feeling his body respond in earnest, pressing closer. “That’s fine. I don’t need to fuck your ass to enjoy you.”
He chuckles quietly, and I wrap my free arm around his waist almost as an anchor because I know this next question might be worse.
“What about your other hole?”
He tenses. His face scrunches. When he opens his eyes and looks up at me, I pretend they aren’t wet for his sake.
“Yellow.”
I frown and furrow my brow. “You sure?”
“I’ve always been too freaked out to play with it myself. I’ve gotten a finger up there before, but it feels really weird. I ignored it because I didn’t really need it for anything, but when I started having feelings for Atty…”
