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Nathan grins. “Something far less dramatic. I get flare ups of dry skin in winter, and that one is great for fixing it.”
Carter looks up at him then, his expression almost startled. Nathan tilts his head and asks, “What?”
“That’s just sonormal. Dry skin.” The boy giggles. “Big bad mobster with dry skin.”
Nathan laughs with him, trying not to get mesmerized by how insanely perfect the boy is. “I bet even the big bad wolf had a few weaknesses.”
“Is that what you are?” Carter teases. “A big bad wolf?”
“Maybe I’myourbig bad wolf.” Nathan growls, snapping his teeth at the boy to make him yelp and giggle. He wants to fucking bottle that laugh. To hold it close and keep it safe until Carter has escaped this place forever.
Peering up at Nathan through his lashes, Carter starts to swipe his soapy cloth over Nathan’s broad chest. “Are you going to eat me all up, Nathan?”
“Mmm.” Nathan inhales deeply through his nose, trying to remind himself that fucking this boy isrape. “It’s tempting, little red.”
“Maybe I’ll eat you,” Carter flirts, his cloth getting closer and closer to Nathan’s hard cock. He adds a cheeky, “Sir,” as his fabric covered hand wraps around Nathan’s cock.
Nathan grits his teeth, blinking a few times.It’s rape. It’s rape. It’s rape.
But Christ… Carter isnotlooking up at him like it’d be rape right now.
This boy is Nathan’s greatest fucking weakness.
“Is this okay?” Carter asks, his grip on Nathan’s cock tightening.
Nathan’s voice comes out rough. “Very.”
“I like this,” Carter adds, his bare hand tracing Nathan’s birdcage tattoo while the other hand continues working Nathan’s cock. “It’s beautiful.”
Thanks,Nathan wants to say.I got it for you, and I didn’t even know it.
Cloth covered fingertips brush against his balls. Nathan groans, his hips snapping forward. Carter grins up at him like the cat who just caught the canary.
The tattoo is forgotten.
“Careful little red,” Nathan growls. “I may have given you your consent today, but a man like me has limits.”
Biting down on his bottom lip, Carter seems to debate what he wants to do. Nathan can’t decide if he’s relieved or disappointed when the boy moves the cloth elsewhere, now working on soaping Nathan’s shoulder and arm.
They fall into a surprisingly comfortable silence then, Carter washing him from behind his ears all the way to his toes. Once Nathan is rinsed, he crowds Carter against the shower wall and soaps up the cloth a second time, deciding to give the boy a taste of his own medicine.
He starts innocently enough, dragging the fabric down the elegant curve of the boy’s throat and across his collarbone, but then he lingers on his nipples, loving the soft, ragged sounds Carter makes when he rubs the material against them. They’ve seemed to have healed since yesterday, but Nathan still asks, “These feeling better today?”
Carter whimpers and nods.
“Good. I don’t like you hurting.” Nathan drags the cloth down his torso with a mischievous grin before wrapping it around the boy’s half-hard cock. Nathan leans in, dropping his voice low. “I much prefer you feeling good.”
Carter whimpers again, his hips moving to meet Nathan’s touch.
“This is good, right, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” Carter gasps. “Yes, sir. Nathan. Yes.”
“Good.” Nathan cups the boy’s balls, rolling each one, then slides the cloth between his legs to rub against his hole. “How does this feel?”
The boy rests his head back against the shower wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Good.”
Nathan smirks. “Good.”
