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"Can I see your scars?"
Brain nods, pulling out of my arms and turns so that he's facing me, sitting back on his heels. His hands are balled into fists in his lap and I can tell that he's fighting himself to stay still and not move away. I cup his face gently in between my hands and kiss him chastely. Moving back I let my hands slowly wander down his neck and find a small, round mark where the shoulder connects with the neck, the first burn mark. I've seen it before, but never thought much the small, white, circular mark. I press my thumb against it before tracing the edge with my nail. Brain shivers, a soft gasp escaping him. Leaning forward, I press my lips to the small mark. Brain sighs, tipping his head back to give me better access. I lick a long stripe up his neck starting at the scar and end just underneath his chin. My hands resume their search down his body. When I caress his sides I can feel a chain of thin ridges underneath the palm of my right hand. I slide my tongue down his collarbone and then lower to lap at the first mark on his side. Brain's lifts his arms up giving me better access to the scars created by the knifes. I lightly grip the top raised line in my teeth and pull on it.
"Dom," Brain moans, his hands find my shoulders and he's holding on so tight I just know I'm going to have bruises. I'm ok with that though. I move down, scar by scar, paying a great deal of attention to each one. I pull back freeing my shoulders from his hands and bringing my own hands up to flatten against his chest and push him backward. He lands flat on his back, legs spread, his erection displayed quite prominently. I notice another one of those small, white round marks on the left side of his abs, so I lean down and proceed to lavish it with my tongue.
"Please Dom," Brain arches up underneath of me. Giving one last nip to the mark on his stomach, I slide down to the one on the inside of his left thigh and just breathe on it, "Dammit Dom."
I smile up at Brain before I lick at the cigarette mark, "Patience is a virtue." He growls at me, the fabric of the blanket bunching in his hands. I chuckle and move to do as he wants. I trace the vein on the underside of his cock with my tongue and he whines, his hips bucking upward. I place my hands on his hips so that he can't move and he groans in desperation. I suckle the head into my mouth and sweep my tongue around it a few times before pulling off. I go back down, cutting off his whimper of protest, all the way down to the base before sliding up slowly, sucking on him all the way back to the top. I pause when I reach the head again and dip the tip of my tongue into the pre-cum filled slit I find there. Brain screams out in pleasure trying to move his hips, but my hands stop him. I pull of again and he's reduced to incoherent babbling. I do this three more times. Down, pause, off and each time Brain's screams get louder and louder and his babbling turns into begging. I shift my hands so that one is on his stomach still holding him immobile while I bring my other one down to his entrance. As I go down on him for the fifth time, I let one finger lazily rim him. I slide my mouth up him at the same time as I push past that first ring of muscle to be inside. Brain's writhing underneath of me unable to do anything but gasp for breath. I insert two more fingers fairly quickly, stretching him. When I hit that little bundle of nerves deep inside of him only my hand locked tight around the base of his cock keeps him from cumming. I pull of his dick for the last time as I remove my fingers. He whines and whimpers in protest, trying to follow my retreating digits. Reaching out I grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table and pour a good amount on my own aching member. Using my free hand I spread the lube around. Still keeping a tight hold of his dick I shimmy up his body, positioning the head of my dick at his opening, just nudging it. It took all of the self control I have to keep from cumming at the sight he makes. Head thrown back, those blond locks in disarray round his face, light blue eyes open and darkened with lust, want and love. Golden skin slicked with sweat and taut muscles outlined underneath. I shove myself in to the hilt as I bite down on the cigarette mark I first investigated and as I release my hold on him. He screams again, an ear shattering sound as we cum together. Gradually our hearts slow and breathing straightens out.
"You ok?" I ask quietly, rolling off of him so that I didn't squish him.
"Yeah," he rolls with me so that he can curl up into my side, "I'm glad I told you," a yawn interrupts him, "your comfort is much better then Rome's."
I blink, raise my head, and open my mouth to ask him what he means but he's already fallen asleep again. Typical.
next up dom goes after the guys who hurt brian. review please, tell me what you think and what you want.