“For the last bloody time, I donothave a foot fetish.”
“Then you should probably stop caressing my foot like that.”
Quin looked down at his own hand, which, sure enough,waspaying a lot of absent attention to Kit’s foot. “Dammit.”
“It’s fine, Daddy,” Kit said, placing his hands over his heart. “I’ll accept you no matter what kinks you have.”
Quin chuckled. “You’re being naughty right now.”
Kit gave a melodramatic gasp. “Whatever will you do with me?”
“I suppose I might have to punish you for your awful behaviour.”
Quin leaned over, putting himself in between Kit’s legs, face close to Kit’s groin. Instead of going for Kit’s underwear, however, Quin nipped at his inner thigh.
Kit threw his head back on the pillow as Quin continued with his ministrations. “Please,” he whined.
“I don’t think you’re pleading hard enough,” Quin said, using his hands to widen Kit’s legs.
“Daddy,please.”
“You’ve been naughty. I can’t reward you with what you want.”
Kit’s hands balled into fists on the bed as Quin drew his tongue up the length of his thigh, right above the stocking. Kit squeaked. “That tickles!”
Instead of stopping, Quin did the same to his other thigh. Kit pushed ineffectually at Quin’s head. With his strength, he could move Quin away with ease, but he enjoyed the pretence.
Finally, after licking and biting just about every inch of Kit’s thighs, Quin pulled Kit’s underwear down. When they came off,Kit’s mouth fell open as he watched Quin press the pink briefs to his own face and take a deep sniff.
“Oh my god, Daddy, that wasdirty.”
“Mmm. I could bathe in your scent,” Quin said, chucking the underwear behind him. His smile was the most wolfish Kit had ever seen.
Wearing just the stockings made Kit feel more naked than had he been nude. His cock was straining upwards, and he tamped down the urge to hide it with his hands. “You’re too much sometimes,” he said.
“I think my boy enjoys being overwhelmed.”
Kit didn’t disagree, but his sensibilities demanded he protest about it a little bit more. “I donot.”
“I’m taking that as a challenge.”
Kit flopped over onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.
“Andthat’san invitation,” Quin said. The bed dipped under Quin’s weight, and then, “Oh, baby boy, you’ve really been naughty, haven’t you?”
Kit buried his face further into the pillow, biting it as Quin’s hands spread his arse cheeks, exposing the silver butt plug he’d put in there after his shower. He’d never worn such a thing of his own accord, and he’d been hyper aware of his every movement since lubing it up and slipping it in. It wasn’t large, at least, not compared to Quin’s cock, but it was big enough that he couldn’t ignore it.
When nothing happened for a few seconds, Kit lifted his head, turning to look at Quin. “What are you doing?”
“Just drinking in the view.”
Kit squirmed at the admission, but Quin held him in place, thumbs pressing into his cheeks to keep them apart. Then, with exquisite slowness, Quin began to ease the plug out of Kit’s arse. It stretched his rim when Quin held it at its thickest part.Instead of pulling the plug all the way out, Quin let go, Kit’s hole swallowing it right back up.
“Beautiful,” Quin said.
“That’s a weird compliment to pay to my arsehole.”
“What can I say? It’s a pretty arsehole.”
