promise.
The blush he got made him want to put his boy over his knees and make other cheeks flush.
“Feed me my egg roll, boy.” His voice was gruff with arousal.
“My pleasure, Sir.” One bite, two, and by the third the egg roll was gone.
He took Stephen’s hand when he’d finished, and brought it to his mouth, licking the grease from his boy’s fingers. He could taste Stephen there, too, and he reveled in it, purring happily.
“Mmm…No biting, hmm?”
“No?” He grazed Stephen’s fingertips with his teeth but didn’t actually bite. “Why not?” Biting could be fun. Biting was sometimes necessary. Marks were good things.
“Maybe just nibbles on the fingers? I need them. You can bite me other places?”
He purred and sucked one of Stephen’s fingers in, pulling strongly for a moment before letting it slip from between his lips. “Do you have any particular places in mind?”
“I do, but I am yours to explore.”
“Every single inch of you.” He took one of Stephen’s other fingers in, again pulling on it, tongue dragging over it as he sucked.
Stephen moaned, stepping up in between his legs.
Sliding a hand beneath the robe, he grabbed Stephen’s ass and pulled him in closer. Then he let go of Stephen’s finger and pulled in a different one, circling it with his tongue before bringing on the suction.
“Oh…” Stephen’s arousal flooded the air between them.
Groaning, he tugged Stephen in even closer, letting his boy feel his hard-on beneath his robe. He wanted Stephen—the arousal worked both ways.
Stephen grabbed his cock, stroking him—such boldness. The touch was so welcome, though, and he allowed it. He could offer an erotic punishment later.
He let go of Stephen’s finger and leaned in to bite and nip at his boy’s neck. He loved the smell here, the warmth.
He was already addicted to that scent. He wanted it to be a part of his life—everywhere, every day. He groaned and nibbled, teeth scraping against the smooth skin.
He was going to bite his boy right here, leave a lurid mark on the lovely, pale skin. “So pretty.”
“Yours.” Oh, the single word made him dizzy.
Moaning, he pounced, his teeth sinking into the lovely skin.
Lightning shot through them, fire joining them for a moment.
Champ gasped, wrapping his arms around his boy and holding on tight. Stephen cried out, rocking into him with happy little moans.
He wrapped his lips around Stephen’s neck again, letting his teeth touch that sweet flesh, letting them sink in. The lightning came again, but he was prepared for it this time and simply sucked on the skin , drawing the blood up to the surface.
“Oh…Sir…” Stephen held on tight.
“Yes. Yes, boy.” The words growled from him, the sensations inside him almost overwhelming.
Stephen whimpered and arched, cock hard against him.
“Mine,” he growled. “Every inch. Every bit of you. Even the air acknowledges it.”
“Oh. Oh god. I need you.” Stephen climbed into his lap, offering himself, his throat.
Champ found a new spot, digging in and leaving a lurid bite mark. Their bodies shuddered together as the lightning hit them again.
He soared, groaning and gasping as they rocked together.
“My boy.” He kept finding new places to bite, unmarked skin to make his own for all to see.
“Can we go upstairs? Please?”
“Uh-huh. Bed. Horizontal. Good.” He wasn’t even sure if he was making sense. He picked Stephen up and headed for his bedroom.
“Yes. Yes, please.” Stephen blew into his ear, teasing him.
“You’re not making it easy to keep going.” He wanted to stop right where they were and fuck his boy right there on the floor. He found the willpower to somehow keep going. Bed would be better.
“I want to make it hard, Sir.”
“Oh, that was clever, boy.” He chuckled, utterly delighted. As they got up to the second floor, he tickled, wanting to share the laughter.
Stephen chuckled and the soft sound became hearty, happy laughing.
He aimed for the bed, the two of them landing together on it, bouncing as they let the laughter have them. Stephen was pure joy like this, and he felt—light.
It was a wonder, a revelation, that this sensation even existed. Still chuckling, he pounced Stephen, taking his boy’s mouth.
“I—tell me this is real?”
“It feels pretty real to me.” He rocked against his boy, tongue sliding out to lick at the marks he’d left. It made him jerk, the lightning not as strong with the licking but still there.
“It-it does.” Stephen’s heart was pounding, the pulse fast, hard.
“I’ve never felt this before, boy. You are unique. Special. One of a kind.”
“You don’t have