“Stop justlookingat it. I want you inside, Daddy.”
Quin pulled the plug free this time, setting it on the nightstand. Kit heard his breathing speed up. “Can I spank you before we fuck? Only a little.”
Kit moaned into the pillow in response.
“Was that a yes? Baby boy, I need you to tell me.” Quin kneaded Kit’s arse cheeks. “I’d like to see them pink up a bit.”
Kit turned his face to the side. “Daddy…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please spank me.”
“You’re so good to me.” Quin continued to play with Kit’s arse cheeks, squeezing and groping until—slap!
Kit threw his head back as he gasped. The spank was somehow both softer and harder than he’d expected. It smarted, but any pain faded fast.
Quin’s large hand spanned his butt cheek, pressing into the tender flesh. “I’m so glad you just fed,” he murmured. “It’s already colouring up.” Without warning, he slapped Kit’s other cheek, tingles spreading through his body as Quin made contact.
Kit let out a soft, “Oh,” as he pillowed his face in his hands. One, two, three, four; the spanks kept coming, each subsequent one lighter than the one before. Still, soon his arse was sensitive to even the little taps that Quin rained down upon him.
“You had enough, baby boy?” Quin asked, stopping.
“Yes, Daddy,” Kit said into the pillow, his entire body lighting up with pleasure from the spanking.
“I’m going to turn you around.” Quin paused, leaving space for Kit to object.
When Kit stayed silent, Quin flipped him over so that he lay on his back. The sensation of his tender arse hitting the sheets had him hissing.
“Too sore?” Quin asked.
Kit shook his head, squirming on the bed. Quin rubbed his hands up and down Kit’s stockings, his thumbs pressing circles into his calves, before giving him a wicked smile. “Brace yourself.”
Kit squealed with indignation when Quin picked him up, twirling him in the air so that Kit was hanging upside down, his face level with Quin’s cock. Kit didn’t need further invitation: he swallowed it down.
“Fuck,” Quin said. His arms banded around Kit’s body, holding him in place. It should have been a precarious position, but Kit trusted Quin not to drop him. A tentative thrust of Quin’s hips had him letting out a muffled gag as Quin’s cock pushed deeper into his throat.
“Hold onto my waist,” Quin said, and Kit held on tight. Quin switched his grip so that he was keeping Kit aloft by one arm.
Quin used his free hand to part Kit’s flaming arse cheeks. The next thing Kit knew, warm wetness dripped onto his exposed hole. Kit clenched as Quin rubbed one finger over his hole, using the saliva to ease his way inside. Kit suckled mindlessly on the tip of Quin’s cock as Quin pushed his finger in further. He let out a moan as Quin’s thick finger found his prostate, rubbing over it.
“That’s it, baby boy. Ride my finger and suck my cock,” Quin said. Kit hooked a leg around the back of Quin’s neck and used the leverage to do what Quin asked of him. Soon, Quin pressed another finger to his hole, the stretch making Kit gasp. Quin rocked his hips forward, fucking Kit’s mouth as he finger-fucked his arse.
It felt right to be filled at both ends by Quin. Kit couldn’t think beyond chasing his pleasure. He wanted to do a good jobfor Quin, but his blowjob was growing sloppy, and his own cock was aching with need.
He used one hand to push himself off Quin’s cock. “Daddy, I have to—I need—” His incoherent pleas were enough for Quin, who pulled out his fingers and flipped Kit back around. After taking his lips in a filthy kiss, Quin laid him back down on the bed.
“Hold behind your knees, now, that’s a good boy,” Quin said, pushing Kit’s legs up.
He did as Quin said, holding his legs so that they were parted, spreading himself wide. Quin reached over to the end table and grabbed the lube.
“Uh,” Quin said, looking at the bright pink bottle. “It’s bubblegum.” He flicked open the cap and sniffed. “Wow, that’s sweet.”
“I like it,” Kit said stubbornly. In truth, he still thought it was a ridiculous flavour of lube, but he’d been in a mood for pink.
“If you like it, then we’ll use it.”
Kit smiled up at him. “You would do anything I proposed, wouldn’t you?”
