Page 31 of Butterfly

They didn’t do any more than kiss for over an hour on the cell floor that night.

Teddy ended it despite Ollie’s whine of protest, then helped Ollie back into bed, not that he needed help.

Ollie lay down, mind whirling a million miles a second.

Their relationship had changed that night, and he thought the next morning, if he told Teddy he didn’t want a repeat, Teddy wouldn’t push him for one.

It could be a one-off.

But Ollie didn’t want that.

He didn’t want that at all.

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Cute.

“I’m not a hamster.”

Sweet.

“I’m not a delicacy.”

Sexy.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Good…

“Good what?”

Good boy.

The first time Teddy said those words, he’d pointed them out in the dictionary.

He no longer had to; Ollie could read the word from Teddy’s heated expression.

Unbeknownst to him, he had a praise kink, which should have been a problem with Teddy physically unable to speak.

But it didn’t matter, it was the looks, the gentle strokes and caresses that spoke to Ollie.

You’re being so good.

Just a little longer.

You’re cute and sweet and sexy.

Almost there…

You’re so perfect.

Now…now you can come.

Six weeks had passed since their first kiss.

There had been twenty-five lockdowns during that time.

Twenty-five days Ollie had been edged from morning until night.

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