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But the fingers stay positioned holding me by the back of the neck, almost like how you hold a cat. It freezes me up. I’m uncomfortable, and I can’t even pay attention to the Warden because this big dude who just shaved my head is still touching me and it’s oddly calming. It’s comforting and I don’t like it. I try to jerk away, but the hand is so big and firm that I can’t really escape it. A finger, likely an index, traces the base of my skull. I have a tattoo there. Can he see it? Is that why he’s doing that? Does it matter? I don’t want to be touched by this asshole. Jesus, I just got here
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It seems a little like a soap opera.” Luthor laughs. “Days of our Guantanamo lives.” I laugh with him.
And yet for some reason when I glance down, I realize my dick is hard. It’s poking right into the concrete wall. My brow furrows as I stare at my erection, wondering what the hell it’s doing. Are you feeling alright, dude? This isn’t what we like to watch.
The depths in his eyes are overwhelming. The blackest blue I’ve ever seen. Like the part of the ocean that chokes you to death with pressure.
This Place Will Become Your Tomb coded
I wish I could say I’m terrified of it, but unfortunately for me it’s not the scariest dick I’ve been presented with recently, a revelation that has me wondering what the fuck is going on in my life.
He’s more ink than man. Well, not really. There’s a lot of man.
“My name… is Callum. Cal.” A smile tugs at my lips. “Nice to meet you, Cal.” He chuckles, and it vibrates into my back. “You’re such a fucking freak,” I breathe, fully sated in every sense of the word as I drift away. He presses a kiss at the base of my skull. “I am what you are…”
He’s just holding them open, staring at my cock, in its own jail. My dick is a prisoner, too. This is fucking ridiculous.
“You’re warm…” Words leave my lips without my permission, but I can’t even worry about it right now. I’m drifting… “You’re beautiful,” he whispers with awestruck certainty in his deep voice. “You owe me a pair of sneakers,” I mumble, and his broad chest shakes with a chuckle. “I’ll get right on it, baby.”
But then we hung out this morning. Well, he brought me clothes and food, which I suppose is like the Alabaster Pen version of a first date.
Quickly, I tug his hoodie over my head and fold it up, stashing it beneath the mattress like he told me to before he left. I’d love for you to wear my clothes up in gen-pop, baby, but it could get us in trouble. Us. He said it so effortlessly. Like we’re a thing; a secret couple, sneaking around against the wishes of society.
he’s the most powerful magnet around and I’m just scrap metal.
The whole notion of being nervous about potentially sleeping with someone I’ve theoretically already slept with makes my brain hurt. That’s where all the anxiety is coming from at the moment. I thought I already lost my virginity—my gay virginity, that is—to Kemper in Alabaster Pen. I came to terms with it at the time, but then it turned out it didn’t happen. I think…
He moves his hands away and I get to peep his gorgeous, flushed post-orgasm face. I can’t stop staring. Turns out the colors are just as bright if I don’t come. It has nothing to do with my orgasms. It’s him.
I’m not at all surprised when Dash chooses cotton candy ice cream, since you know, he’s a Russian bank robber with pink hair.
Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.”
He smiles on my mouth, then sighs. “Okay, then. Let’s go check out this place my man wants me to buy for him.” I narrow my gaze at him, and he laughs. He’s been making an awful lot of jokes about him being my Baby-Sugar-Daddy lately, since he’s younger than me, but has the money. He thinks it’s funny. Damn smart ass.
