Hammer 02 - Drawn by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Harrison leaned his forehead against Giles' and

breathed in and out with his sub. It had been amazing to watch Giles go from worry and panic to pleasure and then bliss. And now this lovely, deep quiet that they shared together. Every now and then he pressed a kiss to Giles' lips, his jaw, his cheek.

He let it go as long as he could, let Giles stay right there, and then he slid his hand up Giles' stretched arms and slowly undid the cuffs. He caught Giles as the man slumped down, cradling him easily as he moved them to the bed. Once Giles was laid out, he started massaging the long arms.

Giles took little, hitching breaths, slowly relaxing for him, melting. Moaning. Oh yes, Giles was in a good space, quiet and still, no worries filling him.

Harrison had known the man was a natural pain slut, but this had gone better than anything he could have hoped for. He wondered how long the bliss and quiet would last, how deep the pain had gone.

He'd watched the fury as Giles painted, the ferocity.

Now it was time for them. He would feed Giles, love on Drawn - 117

him, take him to this place of bliss. Make it good. He pressed a kiss on Giles' belly, rubbed his hand over one sweet ass cheek.

"I. Is this okay?"

"This is wonderful -- don't you feel it?"

"Yes." Giles nodded.

"How's your back?" He wasn't going to put anything on it that would numb the pain. Giles needed to feel everything.

"Warm."

"Good. It'll stay that way for awhile."

"Okay. I just want to stay here for a minute."

"We can stay here for a lot longer than a minute."

"Okay." Giles nodded again.

He chuckled and lay down, hand wrapping around

Giles' hip. "So what do you usually do when you're not painting?"

"I'm always painting."

"Not anymore." There would be more balance to Giles' life now. He would see to it. He had to protect this man, even from himself.

"Shh. I have to."

"I'm not saying don't paint. I'm saying not always."

"What else would I do? What do you do? I mean, I go out sometimes, hook up, but not so much now."

"Read, exercise, go to the park, watch TV..."

"Oh." Giles chuckled. "I paint. Listen to music."

"And now you hang out with me, too."

"Mmm. I like your house."

"Good."

Giles' hand slid along his skin, the touch long, lazy.

Harrison hummed and pushed close, letting their bodies rub. "Oh. Oh, this is... tell me you like this."

"I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't, G."

"Okay." Giles leaned in, lips brushing his collarbone.

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"Mmm. Nice."

"Yes. Your skin tastes so good."

"What does it taste like?"

"Warm red."

"Yeah?" He thought Giles' brain was a fascinating place.

"Yes. With the tiniest bit of burnt umber."

"Do I always taste like those colors? Do my kisses taste like a different color than my skin?" He wanted to see himself like Giles did.

"Yes. Your kisses are purples. Deeper, quieter. You make all the sounds stop screaming at me."

He'd never heard subspace described like that before, but he liked it.

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