“Benjamin.” Voice stern—mostly so I don’t groan out the sound instead. His eyes stare into my face in perfect view. We couldSpiderman-kiss from this position. “Are… did you pierce your nipple?”
Since I have his jaw grasped—using it as leverage to keep his head tilted back—he can’t speak. So instead, he blinks once, very slowly. It takes me a moment to realize that he’s trying to communicate with me, to search back through our moments together and put meaning to this action.
“Blink once if you’re good and just really worn out, blink twice if I should be worried right now.”
The day in my room when he was too fucked to move and I needed to know he was okay.
“Was that a yes?” He blinks again. Ah fuck, that makes this so much hotter. “Just one?”
It takes him a second to understand my question, but then he blinks two slow, dramatic blinks. “Ah,fuck, Button.”
My finger moves to the other side of his chest—careful not to touch him. I’d bet money that if you looked at me right now, I’d look like I’m in extreme pain. I watch as my fingertip just barely presses into his skin through his shirt, hearing the closed-mouth whine he’s trying to stifle, feeling it soak right into my body. Sure enough—another metal bar.
I have to see it.I have to see it. I won’t touch it. I won’t do anything at all. I just need to see. I mean, I’ll see him shirtless again soon anyway—right? Right!
I drop his chin and grab his hand, pulling him with me until I can find a bathroom. I drag him inside and lock the door. He’s completely flushed, arms at his sides, chest rising and falling rapidly as I stare him down. The bunny and his wolf. Just as it should be—like it always has been.
“We’ve been here before.” He breathes—taking a step back when I step forward. I smile, tilting my head. He makes a small, nervous noise. “In a bathroom at a party.” He clarifies.
“Ah, yes. I remember. You begged me to take you apart with my own two hands.” He gulps as I take another step—forcing him back once more.
“You said you’d make me cry.” I laugh once, taking another slow step.
“Youlovecrying—don’t you, baby?” Benjamin’s breathing so hard I’m kind of nervous he’ll start hyperventilating.
“Yes, I do.”
“You look frightened.” But it just sounds likeyou look beautiful.
“What are you going to do to me?” You’d think he’s terrified, but the pure excitement in his voice gives him away. “I can’t. Not now.” My heart rate skyrockets.
“Not now?” His eyes widen—hands flying up in defense.
“Wait—I didn’t say that. Okay I did. But I didn’t mean it like that. Probably. Fuck—stop looking at me, Aaron.” He’s overwhelmed, and I have him backed up against the wall. I’m still halfway across the bathroom from him but I don’t advance. He might need a bit of space.
“Lift your shirt, Button.” Benjamin’s eyes widen and it looks like he’s about to freak out again. “I won’t touch. Now.”
He tucks most of his tank top into his mouth, giving me a view of his nipples for the first time inwaytoo long. The bars are gold—as I imagined they’d be—keeping his nipples plump for me to bite or suck or lick at. I could rub my dick along them or twist them around.
His sculpted chest—his slim waist—they look so pretty paired together.
“Ah, fuck.” I mutter, trying to ignore how hard I am. “Did you do them at the same time as your nose?” I ask him, and he blinks once. God—he drives me crazy.
Standing there—back against the wall with his shirt in his mouth—the jewelry in his nipples, ears, and nose reflect the light of the bathroom and he’s fuckingsparklingfor me.Like a kitten with a collar.
“Button—that necklace. It’s a collar to you?” He blinks once more. I have to take a deep breath and prepare myself for the answer to my next question. “You think you’re my little kitten?” His eyes look panicked, trying to pick between lying or not. But he doesn’t lie—not to me. He blinks once. “I gave you a charm and you found another way to mark yourself as mine. To give me more power over you.” My voice is strained.
He looks guilty—like he’s done something shameful, like he’s embarrassed and ready for reprimanding.
He blinks once again.
I wonder if he can see the desperation building inside of me, the pent-up lust and affection I’ve been carrying for far too long.
“I want to tell you every obscene fucking thing I want to do to you right now. I really,reallywant to. And then I want to do them and watch you cry.” He’s whining into the fabric of his shirt, brows furrowed, his hand that’s placed on the wall is twitching. “But I won’t—don’t worry, Button.”
He has the gall to look disappointed—the little prick. I turn the cold water on in the sink and splash my face, trying to breakwhatever spell I’m under. I can hear Benjamin’s breath, panting heavily, telling me he dropped the shirt. When I dry my face, I turn and see him standing a couple of feet away, staring at me.
“I’ll have Amber take you back to your dorm. I’ll stay on campus until she tells me you’re home safe.” His face falls, and I can see the slight irritation there—as if I was supposed to stay and play babysitter after running a finger over his pierced fucking nipples.
