Sexy:I’ll remind you who left that bite mark on your inner thigh… that hand print on your ass…
Sexy:I bet your tight little ass remembers me though, the way I fucked you yesterday morning.
Sexy:Do you think if we blindfolded you, you could tell me and Darius apart by the feel of our cocks in your ass?
Kit squirmed slightly in place, feeling dirty reading this in Bishop’s kitchen, when Bishop could walk in at any moment.
Not dirty enough to stop himself from texting back.
Kit:you’d have to give me earplugs too, or i’d recognize the way you never shut up
Sexy:Shit, that’s a good idea… can we do that too??? So you can’t see or hear anything. You’d just be waiting, wondering how we were going to touch our boy next…
Fuck. Of course James would take Kit’s sarcasm and turn it into something unbearably hot. Kit didn’t know what it said about him that he was so eager to be helpless for these men. Kit didn’twantto know. He just wanted to enjoy it.
In his own understated way.
Kit:sure i guess
Sexy:Mmm, I can’t wait to play with you, babe
Sexy:You’re going to be such a good boy for daddy
Shards of ice shot through Kit’s veins. His vision darkened at the edges, narrowing in on the last word of James’s message. All his arousal died, and Kit became hollow, motionless, his entire body quiet and distant.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.
Kit typed mechanically.
Kit:lolol hard pass on the daddy kink
Kit:no kink shaming, just not into that
Sexy:Noted, sorry about that
Kit:all good lol, just didn’t want you to get all into it for nothing
Kit:oops gotta go
There. Kit set the phone, feeling proud of himself. He handled that well. Cut James off before that escalated, without letting on that he couldn’t feel his fingertips.
Kit picked up the black and gold SCPD mug and took one step towards the coffeemaker before his vision blurred.
The next instant, his ass hurt. So did his hand. He didn’t remember falling, but there he was, sitting on the kitchen tiles, huddling against the cabinets, trembling uncontrollably. Ceramic shards scattered around him.
Blood rang through his ears. Kit hadn’t heard the mug break. He barely heard a voice from the next room.
He blinked, and Bishop was kneeling in front of him.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Bishop asked, fingertips skimming Kit’s bare arms.
Be careful,Kit tried to say. Bishop might cut himself on the shards. But Kit’s voice didn’t work. He couldn’t breathe.
Bishop’s piercing blue eyes scanned over him. Then Bishop stood up—just for a moment, just long enough to scare Kit.
Warmth surrounded Kit before he realized Bishop had sat down to the left of him, a strong arm wrapping around Kit’s back.
“Put your head down and listen to me, all right?” Bishop said, his quiet words giving Kit something to grasp onto. “Just breathe. I know it feels like you can’t, but you can.”
