“Shit, sorry, baby boy. Two seconds.” There was a clink as Quin put the bottle down, and then his warm hands returned, spreading the oil over Kit’s back.
He refused to groan at the sensation, but Kit had never been touched like this before. It was a revelation. He enjoyed it purely for what it was. Quin’s hands were firm where he wanted them and soft when he needed it, like Quin’s intuition was guiding him to giving Kit what his body required.
Quin’s thumbs dug into Kit’s shoulders, kneading at the knots. “You’re so tense.”
“Qu—Daddy, that’s so fucking good,” Kit moaned as Quin hit a satisfying spot. It skirted the edge of pain, but it was a type that Kit didn’t mind.
“Christ, Kit, I’m gonna lose control if you call me that,” Quin said gruffly.
“Call you what? Daddy?”
Quin thrust against Kit’s lower back. “Such a naughty boy.”
Kit bit into the pillowcase, then winced. His fangs had torn a hole right through it. He lifted his head, spitting the fabric from his mouth. “Uh oh,” he said, turning to look at Quin.
Quin laughed, and the vibrations travelled through Kit’s entire body.
“I’ll get you a replacement,” Kit said.
“It’s fine. I have plenty.” Quin resumed his massage, his hands touching every inch of Kit’s back. Whilst it was difficult for Kit to fall asleep during the night, he started to nod off as he melted into a puddle of goo on the bed, lulled by the steady cadence of Quin’s breaths. The touches soothed him like little else in life had. Quin’s firm hands were the true revelation as they worked Kit’s weary muscles.
But then Quin’s hands reached lower as he moved himself back, sitting over Kit’s thighs. Quin’s hands skimmed over Kit’s arse, spanning the entirety of Kit’s butt cheeks. It woke Kit’s body up, and he thrust helplessly into the mattress.
“You’re humping the bed there, baby boy,” Quin remarked.
Kit wanted to retort, to tell Quin off for such an obscene observation. Instead, he just spread his legs, rubbing against the towel.
“How do you feel about me touching you here?” Quin asked, putting a firm hand over Kit’s arse.
Kit squirmed. Words were too hard. He pushed back into Quin’s hand, making his feelings known.
“What about here?” Quin asked again, skimming a finger down Kit’s crease. The briefs were so tight that it felt like Quin was touching his bare skin.
“Off,” Kit said.
Quin sprung back and onto the floor. “Sorry, Kit, I didn’t mean to—” Quin broke off when Kit pushed his briefs down his legs.
“Want them off,” Kit mumbled. He looked at Quin’s boxers. “Those too.”
By the time Kit had kicked his underwear off the bed, Quin was naked. His cock was half-hard, his balls hanging full and heavy. Now that he got a second look, Kit wasn’t sure if Quin would fit after all.
“What are you thinking?” Quin asked.
Kit blinked up at him, then went back to staring meaningfully at Quin’s cock.
Quin followed his gaze, looking down at himself. “That’s not on the agenda, if that’s what you’re worrying about. We’re going to build up to it. Besides”—he resettled himself on the bed, this time closer to Kit’s feet—“tonight is all about you.”
If Kit was less selfish, he might have protested Quin’s words. But as it was, he let Quin pull him up onto his hands and knees with minimal grumbling. He would prefer to just lie there, but Quin apparently had something in mind.
Kit let out a little moan when Quin’s fingers brushed over his hole.
“Do you like this?” Quin said, a finger circling Kit’s pucker.
Kit wished Quin would stop asking so many questions. But voicing that complaint would mean speaking, so he kept silent and shifted on the bed, propping his arse higher into the air and giving it a wiggle.
Quin used both thumbs to pull Kit’s cheeks wider apart. There was part of Kit that thought he should be mortified that Quin saw him so exposed like this. But most of him was close to begging for Quin to touch him more.
The wet slide of Quin’s tongue wasn’t what Kit expected. He yelped at the sudden, insistent sensation, but then relaxed as a big, soothing hand ran down the length of his spine. “Is this all right?” Quin asked. “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”
