Page 108 of Runaway Magic
He was going to need to work to keep from hurting Cym by accident.
“Mmmmph,” Cym murmured into Fourteen’s bare chest. Half of his face was obscured by Fourteen’s shirt. If it hadn’t been warped and stretched out by its second occupant, Fourteen doubted he’d be able to see any of Cym’s face at all.
“Good morning.”
Cym’s body froze. Then he jerked his head back, and it disappeared into Fourteen’s T-shirt entirely. There was some wiggling inside the shirt and the jingle and small tug of Fourteen’s wrist told him Cym had noticed the cuffs.
Fourteen waited patiently for Cym’s reaction. He didn’t fully know Cym yet, so Fourteen couldn’t guess what his new person’s response would be to the discovery, but he looked forward to theday he would be able to know him well enough to anticipate such things.
Cym gave a little snort. “I suppose I deserved this, but I think shoving me inside your shirt was a bit excessive.”
“I’m responsible for the cuffs, but you climbed inside my shirt all on your own.” When Cym attempted to escape the shirt, Fourteen held him in place. “I like it.”
Cym stopped trying to crawl out and then flopped back down. Fourteen gave a small sigh when their bare chests pressed against each other once more and his dick pulsed against Cym’s thigh.
“Oh!” Cym shifted awkwardly, and Fourteen noticed the young man’s own cock hardening against Fourteen.
Cym scooted until his head popped out of Fourteen’s shirt. His face was a deep scarlet. Fourteen hipped into him cautiously, testing.
Cym’s body responded beautifully. He made a soft littleuhhhand he bucked his hips against Fourteen’s stomach.
“I don’t think…”
Fourteen didn’t get a chance to find out what Cym thought because a tiny, velvet-soft tongue began lapping at his chest like it was made of ice cream. If he’d thought skin contact felt good… fuck.
Fourteen wanted to swallow the little man whole. He wanted to chain him to himself.
…More.
He wanted to chain Cym to him with thick, unbreakable bonds that could never be removed.
The physical and emotional sensations rolling through Fourteen made it nearly impossible to do what he knew he had to do next.
Fourteen unwrapped his unchained arm from Cym’s waist and placed his hand under Cym’s chin. “Baby, stop.”
Cym’s eyes were hazy and unfocused and his little pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started something just now. We need to talk first.”
Cym’s eyes became clear in an instant. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…” His eyes began to shimmer with tears, and his horrified expression cut through Fourteen like a knife.
“No, it’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t cry, baby. We’re okay.” Distantly, Fourteen was impressed with his ability to articulate his thoughts so well. Cym’s magic was a gift that Fourteen hoped he never took for granted. The T-shirt had slipped down to obscure part of Cym’s face, and Fourteen ripped the fabric in half, exposing a sad face and the slim, enticing body pressed against his.
Cym sat up and straddled Fourteen’s stomach, looking just to the left of his face. “What do we need to talk about?”
“I can think of a few things. I believe you can come up with some yourself if you try.”
Cym gave an awkward laugh. “Yeah. Maybe one or two.” He held up the hand with the cuff on it. “Maybe we should start with this?”
“You run away a lot,” Fourteen said bluntly. “I don’t trust you not to do it again.”
“So you decided to cuff me?”
“Yes.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“No.”
