Page 82 of Drag You Down
What’s wrong with this, then? Why would God allow us to meet, if not so that we can give each other what we need?
I close my eyes, letting myself luxuriate in the feeling of being taken care of. This isn’t like when Eve tends to my wounds. Thisgoes beyond that, intimate in a way I’ve only felt with Gabriel, and when I open my eyes, he’s watching me.
I exhale slowly. I have to worry about this — worry about myself — and for the first time in so many years, I realize that what I want is within reach. It isn’t hidden beneath scripture that’s meant to terrify. It’s right in front of me.
“My beautiful lamb,” Gabriel whispers as he scrubs my cock. He’s gentle, and the washcloth is soft, and the care he takes along with the stimulation has me groaning.
Small little shocks of pleasure travel up my spine, and I instinctively thrust into his hand.
He’s simply washing the urine away, I tell myself, but when I meet Gabriel’s eyes, it’s clear he knows exactly what he’s doing.
My face flares up with embarrassment despite myself.
“Do you want the pleasure, Levi?” Gabriel asks softly.
I shiver at both his tone and the implications of his words. I want the pleasure. Surely I’ve repented enough, if only to commit the same sins again.
“Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible over the sound of the shower. My back aches, and it’s an exquisite counterpoint to the pleasure of his hand so close to my cock.
Gabriel drops the cloth and strokes my cock with his bare hand. The soap makes it slick, and he keeps his touches light.
I groan. “Do it properly?”
He smiles and kisses my cheek. “Do it properly… what?”
I don’t understand what he means at first. His gaze is expectant, and I try to figure out what’s missing.
When I do, my cheeks get even hotter. “Do it properly… Daddy. Please.”
Gabriel beams at me and tightens his hold on my cock. “What a lovely lamb you are. So good for Daddy.”
I thrust into his hand again, trying to feel more of that pleasure. He lets me slowly fuck into his hand, but it’s not whatI really want. I don’t know how to ask for it, though, to getmore. “Don’t… Don’t you want more, too?” I finally ask.
“All I want is to make you feel good,” Gabriel says, despite his own cock already standing at attention. He leans in to kiss me again while continuing to stroke me.
“I do feel good,” I say against his lips. I want something different, something more, but I don’t know how to ask for it. I reach down, grasping his cock in my hand, and squeeze it lightly.
I’m blushing again, embarrassed about how inexperienced I am. Even last time I’d only briefly touched him to get him slicked up for… for… for penetrating me, forsodomizingme.
But it had felt so good.
Gabriel groans and covers my hand with his, egging me on. “Just like that, little lamb.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. I’m more concerned with his pleasure than my own. As good as it feels, I want him to feel the same way I feel right now.
I want to thank him for rescuing me.
Even though my back and knees ache and exhaustion threatens to settle in, I want this.
I need this.
I need him.
I need my Daddy.
I start to stroke him faster, hand encircling his hard cock, and I’m rewarded with another groan from him. I kiss him again, emboldened by the sounds he’s making.
“So perfect, my lamb,” Gabriel murmurs, kissing me harder and guiding my hand. He squeezes, and I tighten my grasp. The head of his cock peeks out from my fist, glistening andleaking.
