“No! I don’t like that,” Peter said, fighting to stay calm. “Can you—”
The cuffs came off before Peter had gotten out his request to remove them.
“You okay?” Tex asked, moving back so that he was plastered to Peter’s back, gently wrapping him up in a hug from behind. Unlike earlier, there wasn’t an ounce of aggression in his body—though there was still something incredibly dominating about the way he held Peter tight.
“I don’t think I want you to use handcuffs,” Peter said, feeling a little silly for freaking out.
“They’re off the table,” Tex promised, splaying his large hand over Peter’s stomach and stroking up and down. It felt a little weird but in a good way.
“How about I pat you down instead?” Tex asked. Without waiting for an answer, he sank down into a crouch behind Peter’s body, hands wrapping around his left ankle and slowly groping their way up Peter’s leg. His hands stilled below Peter’s knee. “This okay?”
“That’s… yeah. That’s good,” Peter breathed, his cock back to raging hardness. Tex’s resumed thepat-down, hands firm and greedy, stroking and groping their way up Peter’s thigh, making their way between his legs until Tex was practically jerking him off through his jeans.
“Fuck, Tex, that feels so good.”
Tex’s hands stilled, and when he spoke, his voice was low and heated. “That’s Officer Wilson to you, punk.”
Peter’s cock jerked, heat sparking low in his groin.
“Yes, sir, Officer Wilson.”
Tex moved away from Peter’s crotch, hands resting on his waist, just holding him as he rose out of his crouch and pressed against Peter’s back with his larger body. His hands roamed up Peter’s stomach and over his chest, searching out his nipples, fingers big and blunt as he twisted them just hard enough to make Peter feel it.
Peter arched his back, not sure if he wanted Tex to twist harder or get the fuck away from his nipples. They were still sore from Carver’s enthusiastic handling the day before, each brush and pinch from Tex’s gloved hands sending sparks down into his cock.
“You want to come?” Tex asked, his voice gruff and low and making Peter shudder.
“Please!” Peter moaned.
“Please, what?” Tex growled, pinching Peter’s nipple hard enough to make him squeal.
“Please, sir, Officer Wilson!” Peter cried out.
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Tex let go of Peter’s nipple, moving his hand up and cradling the boy’s jaw. He slid a few gloved fingers into his mouth while his other hand moved down and reached into his pants. He found Peter’s cock, hard and leaking inside of his underwear, and curled his fist around it.
“Suck,” Tex commanded, shoving his fingers deeper into Peter’s mouth, thumb curling under his jaw and holding his head in place. He jerked him off with slow strokes—the tight confines of his pants restricting his movements—squeezing down rhythmically while fucking his fingers in and out of Peter’s willing mouth.
Moaning around the leather-clad digits pressing down on his tongue, Peter tried to rut his hips forward, but Tex just chuckled and held him still. He was the one running the show.
“If you come before I say, you’re licking my hand clean. Do you understand?” Tex growled, having no intention of giving Peter permission to come any time soon.
“Yes, sir,” Peter mumbled, the words distorted by the thick fingers filling his mouth. He was doing his best to suck, but it was sloppy and unfocused, and Tex could tell he’d have his hands full training the boy to suck cock.
Carver was more than happy to treat a mouth like any other hole—skull-fucking his partner until they choked and getting off on the discomfort it caused—but Tex demandedfinesse.
It was okay. Tex had plenty of time to teach Peter the ropes.
“Sir, I’m going to come!” Peter warned, his hips writhing and his breaths coming in short little pants. “Slow down, please, I’m going to—”
Abs clenching, Peter’s begging was cut off by his orgasm, his hot seed spilling into Tex’s glove, warm even through the leather.
“Bad boy,” Tex growled, jerking Peter through his orgasm and then keeping right on stroking him. He could tell the exact moment where pleasure turned to discomfort, Peter’s body twisting in his arms in a desperate attempt to get away.
“Too much!” Peter cried, yanking his head away so that Tex’s fingers slipped out of his mouth. “Oh my God, stop it!”
