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January 8 - January 8, 2023
Nope, he wasn’t getting turned on from watching a hot guy handle a gun. Nope, nope, nope. But it might be possible that he had a competence kink.
He touched him all the time already. It was easy to touch him. Maybe too easy. He didn’t have to force any gestures of affection. Most of the time, he found himself kissing Sammy on the nose or on the forehead because he wanted to. He touched Sammy because he wanted to. He wanted to.
He felt a weird pull towards the boy, a base need to have him that wasn’t sexual. Sammy had a unique ability to make him feel fond, amused, fiercely protective—and possessive.
He lasted three hours. In Dominic’s defense, he had a good reason to call Sammy. Or so he told himself.
He could vividly imagine wide green eyes gazing at him with feigned confusion and innocence. If Sammy were here, he would—he would kiss Sammy on his pert nose. Or maybe on his cheek. Sammy would blush, and do that subconscious thing he always did when Dominic touched him—lean into Dominic’s touch, as though asking for more. He always wanted more.
He was angry, and he was angry that he was angry. This possessiveness was fucking gross and messed up, considering that he didn’t want Sammy that way. Rationally, he approved of what Sammy was doing. Irrationally, he was imagining many ways he could kill the asshole who was currently groping his Sammy with his dirty, unworthy hands.
“Over the past few weeks, I got a bit too attached to you. I feel like you’re mine. Just mine.” His lips twisted. “And I guess I don’t like someone else touching what’s mine.”
“This is me being a possessive asshole. All I’m saying that if you want to suck cock, I want it to be mine.”
“I want you to stay because I care about you,” Dominic said against Sammy’s temple. “I want you in my house, safe, warm, and comfortable. Because you deserve it. And if you call yourself stupid again, I’ll…” He struggled to come up with a suitable threat. For someone who knew dozens of different torture techniques, it was surprisingly hard to threaten Sammy with anything. “I’ll change the Wi-Fi password and won’t tell you what it is.”
“You know what I like about kissing you?” Dominic said, pressing their foreheads together. “I like how responsive you are. You kiss me like—like you belong to me—like you’re mine, like your mouth is mine.” He gave Sam another short, hard kiss. “It’s bloody addictive.”
