Page 155 of Raspados & Regret

I gasp into his mouth. This should not feel this good. Or maybe it’s never felt this good because it has never been him, all thick and heavy and pierced, grinding against me like he wants to erase every polite inch of distance from yesterday.

His hand wraps around both of us, and mine covers his. The slide turns slick fast, with precum, sweat, and the heat of skin on skin.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Oh, fuck me⁠—”

He bites my jaw. “Quiet?”

I laugh. “My mom isn’t here.”

“No.” His voice goes rough. “But I like watching you try.”

“Such an asshole.”

He bites my neck again, this time in a different spot. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole now.”

That shuts me up, and his smile turns sharp.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “That’s what I thought, muñeco.”

He strokes us together, slow at first, then rougher, the piercing dragging against the underside of my dick, sending sparks up my spine. I grab his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Fabián.”

“Look at you,” he says, his voice low. “All mouth until I get my hand on you.”

I moan, and it’s loud because I want him to hear what he does to me when I’m not biting sounds into pillows.

His eyes flare. “You like being talked to like that?”

“Yes.” I whimper as he picks up the pace.

“Yeah?” His hand tightens. “My pretty little problem likes being told what he is?”

I choke on a breath.

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Tell me.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Tell me what you are.”

My face heats from want so sharp it feels like embarrassment.

“Yours,” I whisper. “Papi, I’m yours.”

His whole body shudders.

“Fuck.”

Then his mouth is on mine again, and everything turns frantic. His hips roll against mine, rough and slippery, our dicks trapped between us and his hand. For a second I think we might both come like this, messy and stupid and too turned on to make it to anything else.

Then he tears his mouth away.

“Condom?”

I blink at him, dazed.

He reaches toward the nightstand, and I catch his wrist. “No.”