Chapter 37

“Yeah, that’s my baby, coming back to life. You like it nice and slow don’t you?”

Pad nodded. Wayne dropped Pad’s ankles and moved closer, inches from his face.

Wayne was already sweaty, beads of perspiration forming on the top of his forehead, and his body temperature, to Pad, felt much higher. He could smell his own muskiness on Wayne’s lips, from the rimming, so he reached up and kissed him. As Wayne opened his mouth to let Pad tongue him, Wayne undulated his pelvis in rhythmic thrusts, which allowed him to make short, half strokes.

“You look amazing, Pad. So beautiful.”

Pad kissed him again and relaxed his body. He liked how Wayne told him he was beautiful. He stopped fighting Wayne, not worried that Wayne was going to physically hurt him, not worried that Wayne was going to emotionally hurt him. He just melted and let his body respond instinctively to whatever Wayne was doing and wanted.