Page 20 of Nugget

He grabbed his jeans to dig out the tube of travel lube he’d stuffed inside his pocket earlier. As paranormal Gavin didn’t need to use condoms, but he still needed Stryker’s consent. It was important that Stryker knew while the risks of Gavin taking him bare that Stryker had a choice. Even with the game playing Stryker would always have a choice.

“I can’t give or catch any human dieses to you. I’ll use a condom if you want,” Gavin said.

Stryker spotted the lube and laughed. “We don’t need a condom. Noah already told me that. I just want you. Want to feel you inside me. I guess I’m happy that you seem prepared?”

“For you,” Gavin replied. “Always prepared for you.” Using his teeth, he ripped the top off the tube. He squeezed some onto his fingers then ran those digits between Stryker’s cheeks.

“Yes,” Stryker hissed. “Finally.”

Gavin swallowed his laugh. He teased Stryker’s hole, circling, taunting, but never quite pushing his finger inside. He used the lube to wet the opening while holding Stryker open with one hand.

Stryker’s hole glistened as Gavin added more and more lube.

Eventually Stryker began to understand that Gavin was going to torture him. He tried to push back, to force penetration, but Gavin had expected that.

“Fucker!” Stryker whined.

Gavin smacked the cheek he wasn’t holding. His lubed fingers left a mark across the flesh. “That’s not how we ask for what we want.”

“Fuck me!” Stryker demanded.

Gavin smacked him again. “Who’s in charge here?”

“You!” Stryker squirmed. “Now fuck me!”

“Try again,” Gavin ordered.

“Please fuck me! Please.”

Gavin pressed the tip of his finger against Stryker’s hole. His own cock ached. He needed just as much as the boy did. He wanted to fuck Stryker more than Stryker needed him. Gavin also wanted to make sure this first time, their first time, was everything that they’d been teasing each other with.

There would be more firsts for them. This one was special. Stryker was a runner. Gavin had no doubts about that. Gavin planned on keeping the boy too exhausted to even consider leaving him.

“You said I was a good boy,” Stryker said suddenly. “Prove it!”

Stryker was his good boy. He was also a little brat that needed to be reminded who he belonged to. Of who was in charge. Gavin pressed his finger harder against Stryker’s hole.

“Beg,” Gavin told him.

“Please, please, please,” Stryker chanted. “I need you.”

“Such pretty words coming from your mouth,” Gavin praised. He slid his finger inside.

Stryker groaned, the sound echoing around them.

“This what you want?” Gavin slowly pushed his finger deep then pulled it back.

“More.”

Gavin withdrew his finger completely.

“No! I’m sorry. Please don’t stop.” Stryker shook. His entire body was taut.

Gavin grasped his cock, smearing the remaining lube over his shaft. He dropped the tube to pick up later before returning his fingers to Stryker’s hole. This time he wasn’t gentle. He plunged two fingers in deep without warning.

Stryker rose onto his tiptoes before pushing back. “Fuck! Papi!”

“Ride my fingers,” Gavin ordered. “Get yourself open so you can take my dick.”

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