Chapter 29

He didn’t get far. A hand fell on his shoulder, pressing, sending a strange mixed thrill of excitement and fear through him.

He won’t hurt me.

Jay believed that. Dean would stop…if Jay asked. He just didn’t know whether he intended to. He’d not said a word. He couldn’t accuse Dean of forcing the issue if he didn’t say no.

His jaw remained glued. No words slipped out even as Dean stroked his anus, the touch light. Teasing or hesitant, Jay didn’t know. A moment passed before Jay realised those digits were slippery, wet. Dean must have used the lube. No sooner the thought than a finger slid into him, and everything changed.

Ohhhh…God.

He screwed up his face, gave over to darkness and desire. Jay wriggled, and moaned, ashamed of how raw and full of desire his cries were.

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Despite Jay’s enthused thrashing, Dean persisted and in moments managed to insert two fingers into him, which considering the size of Dean’s hands meant Jay coped admirably.