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hardwood or the tile in the kitchen. One day he'd let Solitary 78 Greg wear clothes, too, but not yet. Greg wasn't ready yet. They headed downstairs. "I feel like pancakes for breakfast. What do you think?" "Okay. I can do that." His lips twisted. Greg's ass was going to be raw if he didn't get a handle on his use of that word. Eventually, Greg would remember he wasn't supposed to use the word and only would when he was jonesing for the spanking. They worked together easily in the kitchen, Ap pulling down the ingredients he figured Greg would need as Greg put together the batter. Greg worked quickly, whistling under his breath. As always, Ap made sure he touched a lot, that their bodies brushed. He didn't have to be noisy to ensure that Greg knew he was there, knew he was noticing. By the time the pancakes hit the table, Greg was vibrating, cock half-erect. The smell of the pancakes was good. The smell of Greg was better. They sat side by side, as they always did, chairs close, so he could continue touching. He slathered his pancakes with butter, poured on the syrup. Greg ate his with the tiniest bit of honey. "They're good," he managed around a mouthful. Food was always better when they cooked it together, or when Greg cooked it outright. "Thank you." Greg offered him a smile. "Sir." Warmth filled him, and he reached out to touch Greg's arm, to squeeze Greg's hand. Greg looked away, shy, obviously still not sure what to do with gentle care. Ap looked forward to the day when Greg expected it as his due instead of being surprised by it. He glanced at Greg's hair. "So we're going to tame that beast of a haircut, hmm?" "I guess, yeah." Greg nodded. "Are there any Samson-like qualities I should know about your hair?" Greg chuckled, shook his head. "No. No, I was mad. I wanted to make it ugly." Solitary 79 "I don't know, it has a certain charm." He winked. "Once you're used to it." "The man who had me wanted it long but out of my face. I lost my temper." "Cutting your nose off to spite your face, eh?" "Thank God I didn't cut that off." He chuckled, nodded. Standing, he cleared their dishes away. Greg helped, talking to the dogs, sneaking them bits of food as they cleaned. Ap kept touching, rubbing is hand over Greg's ass again and again. It was a sexy butt, cheeks fitting just right in his hands. Greg shivered for him, body flushing at his attention. He smacked gently, loving the sound, the way Greg jumped. "What was that for?" "Because I thought we'd both enjoy it. I know I did." "Oh. Okay." He swatted again, hard this time. "Damn it!" "We'll eradicate that word eventually." He rubbed the sweet ass that he'd swatted. And then they'd have to find some other reason for spankings. "Maybe. It's like not a real word-word." Someone had changed their tune. "That's the problem. It's a Band-Aid you put on everything so you don't have to look at things." "I don't want to look at things." He nodded, not at all surprised at Greg's words. "Sometimes you have to, in order to move forward." "I guess so. Is it okay not to think about him all the time?" The words were offered over so carefully. "It is okay to let it go, Greg. He wouldn't want you to be stuck in a trap of mourning and sadness." "I hope not." God, he hoped not, too. He hoped that Greg's Tim hadn't been a selfish master. They went into the bathroom, and Greg perched on the toilet. He grabbed the scissors out of the drawer, Solitary 80 along with a comb. "So you just want it neatened up, right?" "I don't care." Greg met his eyes. "I don't want to be ugly anymore." He shook his head, holding Greg's gaze. "You aren't. The hair's a bit crazy, a bit wild, but you aren't ugly." "It's this way to be ugly." "You aren't ugly, though. No matter how your hair is." "Thank you, but it's a temper tantrum for another man. I need this to be... something else now." "All right, if we're both ready..." "I am." Greg didn't look scared at all. "Okay." He gave Greg a wink at his deliberate use of the word and then started to cut. The hair started falling around Greg's shoulders, and he wanted, suddenly, to see his boy bare, bald, to see those eyes huge. "So if I make a mess of this, we're going to just shave it off, yeah?" It was so tempting to deliberately make a mess of it. "Yeah." Greg didn't seem particularly worried. "I think you'd look amazing shaved." He smiled and added, "All over." "I'm yours." The words were soft and hit him in the pit of the stomach. Greg was offering this to Ap, offering his submission. Ap nodded. "Then let's do it." Greg met his eyes, a quietness there. A peace. He'd done that. He'd guided Greg to this place. He smiled and cupped Greg's cheek. Greg leaned into him, just for a second. "How do we do this?" We didn't. He did. He was going to do this to Greg, for Greg. "I'll cut your hair as close as possible and then shave your head." "Okay." "Greg." He chuckled and shook his head. "What?" Greg just didn't hear it. "You said, 'Okay'." Solitary 81 "Did I?" "You did. We'll do the spanking later." "Okay..." Greg groaned. "Fuck." He chuckled. "Hey, at least you noticed that time." He kept cutting, using the scissors to get Greg's hair as short as possible. Greg stayed quiet as the man's scalp appeared, lovely eyes seeming huge. "I'm going to switch to the razor now." Greg nodded, eyes falling closed. The trust was huge, a palpable, tangible thing. Ap moved slowly, enjoying it. He lathered up Greg's head and put a fresh blade in his razor. He tilted Greg's head and began to shave. Greg never spoke, never moved, and suddenly, he wasn't sure if his boy was with him. "Tell me what it feels like, boy." "Wh...what?" "How does the razor feel on your skin?" "It tugs a little." "Good. I don't want it to go unnoticed." He turned Greg's head the other way and continued to shave. Greg's skin was pale, smooth. Lovely. He slid his hand over Greg's bare scalp, humming softly. "You feel amazing." Those big eyes met his. He needed to do the face, too. God, what a turn on. Ap rubbed shaving cream over Greg's cheeks, over his jaw and his eyebrows. Greg's eyebrows lowered, a sudden tension in the air. "Stay still, boy, I don't want to accidentally cut you." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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