out of the bathroom. Lie on the bed and wait for me while I get something ready.”
Donovan wasted no time as he tore off his clothes. He gazed down at the lacy, red thong Silver had bought for him the day after he’d walked out of the firm and toyed with the idea of leaving it on. Silver hadn’t been shy about letting Donovan know how much it turned him on.
However, Silver had given him a command, and nothing was more important than pleasing his Papi. He hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic straps and slid the garment past his hips. They’d been at it like rabbits all week, but Donovan was ready for more. He hadn’t known he could crave someone the way he did Silver.
“That’s my good boy.”
Silver strolled into the room, carrying a few towels over his arm, a plastic bag and a round, plastic bowl. Donovan narrowed his eyes as he tried to imagine what might be going on.
He trusted Silver. It wasn’t that. And while he’d lived a rather debauched life, other than a few threesomes and the occasional bukkake, he’d never felt safe enough with anyone to allow them to tie him up or strike him. As hot as the idea of submission had always made him, fulfilling his urges had been too risky, let alone allowing another man to care for him the way Silver did.
As Silver drew near, he dropped the towels on the bed, but set the rest of what he carried on the dresser where Donovan couldn’t get a clear view. Silver turned, catching Donovan craning his neck. He clucked at him.
“Now, now. Good things come to boys who wait.”
“Tease.”
“Don’t you want your gift from Papi?” Silver quirked an eyebrow.
If Donovan was being completely honest with himself, Silver could probably get him to do anything.
“I do. I’ll be extra good.”
Silver padded over to the bed, still clothed while Donovan was nude. He cradled Donovan’s head to his side, petting his hair, then tucking it behind his ears.
“You make Papi very happy.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Donovan’s head. “After I lay down a towel, I want you on it face down, with your knees tucked under you.”
The position wasn’t that unusual for them—Silver loved to open him up with his cock or the dildo before flipping him over and fucking him into the mattress—but Donovan doubted that was what he was going for tonight. Especially when there was a bowl involved.
Donovan did as he was told, cool air hitting his entrance the moment he’d exposed his ass. The waiting, as they said, was the hardest part.
“Ay, I could look at you like that forever, mijo. But I’d rather enjoy you up close.”
A whimper fell from Donovan’s lips the moment Silver snaked his warm, wet tongue up Donovan’s crease. Silver narrowed his focus to Donovan’s hole, teasing the rim with his tongue before hardening the tip and pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Donovan’s toes curled, his fingers clutching the sheets as he gave in to the decadent pleasure of Silver eating his ass.
Donovan whimpered again, but this time it was because Silver had stopped.
“Papi…”
“Now, mijo. I can’t let this stuff cool off.”
Donovan and angled his head to peer over his shoulder. “Stuff?”
Silver was already getting the bowl from the dresser. “What did I say? Face down.”
He did as he was told, because he loved pleasing Silver, but damn he was curious. The mattress dipped as Silver sat down and the crinkling of the plastic bag could be heard, along with some tearing sounds.
“Mijo, you know to say red if you don’t like something I’m doing or asking you to do, right?”
Ooh. Now I’m intrigued.
As serious as he knew Silver was about safe words, nothing made his dick harder than the mere thought he might need a safe word for something new they were about to do.
“Of course, Papi.”
“Good boy. Have you ever had your hole waxed?”
As if in response, Donovan clenched it tight. Silver snickered.
“Was that a ‘no’, mijo?”
Donovan had to chuckle. “That would be correct. I’ve never had it waxed.” He frowned. “Is it that hairy?” He’d never paid that much attention.
“Wax is cooling, baby. Red?”
“Oh, uh, no. I mean, no red. Or…green? Is that a thing?”
Silver laughed. “It is. Now hold still.”
Donovan sucked in a sharp breath from the heated goop Silver was spreading over his sensitive skin. Maybe he’d made a mistake.
Once that wax dries…
“So…lots of hairs?” More hairs. More pain.
“No, mijo. Not