I backed off and his bottom lip jutted a little more, which had me laughing, then I dumped my favorite shampoo in his hair, and pink water streamed down his body when I turned him to stand directly under the spray and started scrubbing. It took me two more attempts with the shampoo before the water ran clean, then I conditioned his hair. He smelled fresh, and his cock was red and still begging to be touched by straining toward the ceiling when I was finally satisfied. He was so clean he almost glowed as he stepped out of the tub into my arms, and I wrapped a thick black towel around him.
“Thank you,” he murmured, and he sounded truly grateful.
Was he having the same type of experience I was right now? It was difficult to be so alone with needs like ours, and maybe he also realized it was million-to-one odds we’d met each other in the first place—a small miracle. With a comfortable silence hanging in the air, I grabbed a hand towel, then used it to dry his face before I went after his shoulder-length hair. He laughed when I was done and shook his head at me, dislodging the towel around his hips so it fell to the floor.
I pressed my lips to his chest, right over his heart, and I went still as he slid his hand down my arm to my wrist. I wasn’t sure what he was doing as he brought my hand to his throat and used his careful fingers to wrap mine around his windpipe. I gave his neck a test squeeze, and he whimpered.
“I hate people telling me how to live my life, but no one has ever brought me a victim like you did. No one tries to understand me, but you do.” His face flushed a brilliant pink, and he moved so his hard cock brushed against my thigh. As he slinked closer, his body heat warmed my front.
I slammed my mouth over Ari’s, squeezing his neck lightly, then with more confidence as he nodded and moved his lips against my mouth. He grunted out an affirmative sound and put his hand back over mine, making his grip harder. When I imitated his movements, he went wild, rutting his hard cock against my thigh in a delicious slide of skin on fabric.
He was almost feral as he scratched at my hand and tried to make me cut off his air, beyond the point of safety. I fucking loved the risk he wanted me to take, and even though he was my angel, my little killer, the most precious possession in my house, I shoved him roughly against the wall between the sink and the bathtub and wedged his thighs apart with my knee. It was so good. With my hand still firmly across his throat, I sucked on his tongue. He strained and pushed against me, forcing me to slam him back against the wall with all my weight to keep him in place.
For a second, I thought he was trying to escape, but then he moaned and flexed, pressing his hot, firm dick harder against my thigh.
In the past, sex had always been a mildly amusing way to relieve the tension in my cock—not bad, not great, simply a bodily function—but right now I was out of my mind with lust. I was so hard I wanted to sink into his body and never come out again. I squeezed Ari’s neck and leaned against him, making sure to put a good amount of pressure against his dick with my leg. He gargled out a sound, and his lean body strained while his eyes rolled back. A gush of heat against my thigh and the stuttering of his hips let me know my beautiful killer was orgasming, and my dick throbbed with the knowledge I’d forced pleasure from him.
Ari’s cheeks were red, and I eased up my grip on his neck. He gasped for air, and the smile that broke across his face twisted up some amazing sensation in my chest and made me want to keep him forever. He looked at me like I was a god—his god. I wanted him to shine with worship like this every day, maybe ten times a day.
When I stepped back his legs began to give way, so I pulled him into my arms and scooped him up. He grunted but snuggled in against my chest, and I took him into my room and laid him out across the soft blankets, spreading his legs so I could have a good view of his tight balls and plump cock. The dark hair at his groin was trimmed, which I liked. He didn’t let being homeless keep him from grooming. His cock hadn’t completely gone limp, and I loved that he wanted me so much he was still wound up, even after coming so hard he’d looked like he died. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his belly, and he shivered under my touch.
Ari brushed his fingers through my hair. “I don’t come like that with people.”
Smiling, I stared into his eyes. “Of course not. You’re mine. You’ll only feel right and good with me.”
He blinked at me for a moment and slowly nodded. “You’re right, Master.”
Hearing that soft affirmation did something strange to me, and I jolted back to peel off my shirt like it was on fire. I dumped the rest of my damp clothes in record time, then crawled onto the bed between his spread legs. Like a good boy, he’d stayed in the position I’d put him in, and I closed my mouth around his cock, humming as I lapped at the tip and sucked the tang of cum into my mouth. It was his essence—the closest thing I could get to feasting on his blood.
Ari gasped, letting out a tiny kittenish sound that made me warm inside as he squirmed. It didn’t take long to have him hard as a rock again, stretching my lips wide. For a man his size he had a nice thick cockhead, and I loved that every piece of him was above and beyond expectation. I couldn’t own anything more flawless. I opened my mouth and let him fall from between my lips while staring him in the eyes as I sat up and rubbed his thighs. I spread his legs wide, and he frowned and tried to draw his thighs together again, but I wouldn’t let him. My biceps strained with the effort to keep his tender legs open for me, and his breath caught but he nodded in acceptance of my silent victory. He probably didn’t like the vulnerable position, but I didn’t care.
“You’ll do this for me if I tell you to,” I said.
“Yes, Master.”
He would fight me for real on something eventually, but I doubted it would be anything that had to do with me being rough during sex, because precum pearled on the slit of his cock and rolled down his shaft, and I thought that was directly a result of me squeezing his thighs too hard. I pushed his legs a little farther apart, and he moaned.
“You’ll do exactly what I want in this bed.”
He nodded.
With my eyes on his face, I leaned down and began to bite his thighs hard enough to leave marks. He jolted under my mouth, but precum continued to leak from him like a sinful fountain, and I couldn’t get enough of his involuntary reactions to my touch. I nipped all around his groin, although I was much gentler as I mouthed his tight ballsack. I wanted to make his adrenaline sing seductive songs in his veins, not have him trying to punch me.
It was becoming nearly impossible to resist the urge to sink my cock between his round asscheeks, so I pushed his legs up farther and nipped at the part of his thigh that met the curve of his ass on the right side. He squirmed and whimpered but allowed me to move him around as I shoved his thighs closer to his chest to examine his edible pink entrance. His hole fluttered as if maybe he was as anxious to have me inside as I was to get there.
“Please, Master,” he moaned, although he didn’t ask for anything specific, so that made me think he’d appreciate anything at all from me.
“You gave me the pleasure of joining you for a kill. You let me wash your victim’s blood from your precious skin.” I licked from his knee up his leg, tasting his freshness, then finished by lapping the delicious precum from his cockhead while he squirmed all around on the bed moaning. “I brought you a gift, and you used it so well that I want to give you another one. What would you like from me, pretty little killer?”
“I want it rough and real. I want....” He turned his face away toward the pillow, and I let go of his right leg to reach up and force his attention back to me. His chest rose and fell fast. “I want to know you need me as much as I want you.”
His knee brushed my cheek as I sat back, and I kissed it. “I have never needed anyone, but after what you shared with me tonight, you’re mine. I don’t just need you, I own you. That means more than simple need.”
He gasped and rolled his hips, making his cock bounce against his belly. I had his legs spread and he couldn’t get much traction to move, but it was clear his reaction was driven by instinct and desire. I fucking loved it.
I spread his legs until it had to be uncomfortable for him, then ran my hands up to his hips and squeezed. “Don’t move.”
He nodded, and I reached over to my nightstand. I grabbed out a bottle of lube from the drawer and showed it to him, and he made a face, almost as if he didn’t want me to use any, but there was no way with my size I wouldn’t need at least a little. I went light on the slick, only put a dollop in his hand, and then I moved up the bed so he could coat my cock for me. He put even less lube on me than I’d smeared on his palm, and the rest went on his own cock, which I didn’t say a word about. The lube made his cock glow in the lamplight and I loved the look. He probably should’ve put all the lube on me, but it was his ass to have me tear up or not.
