Bound by freckles (Sebastian Sallow x Garreth Weasley x f!MC modern AU)

36th Chapter - Arwyn

When Arwyn and I had finished our short session on the bedroom wall, we got dressed again and went outside.

His friends gave us appreciative looks as Arwyn sat down on an armchair and showed me to sit on his lap.

Now the questions drifted very quickly into the sexual and I had to answer a lot of questions about my sex life and his, but I wasn't ashamed of it. He was a fantastic lover and I didn't find his sexual desires particularly strange.

The evening was very relaxed and after a while became unexpectedly musical when three of the mates and Arwyn himself started playing instruments. He had a guitar handed to him and put it on my lap and played while kissing my neck.

The next day he showed me Bristol's sights in the morning and then, noticing that I was not uninterested in culture and history, he took me to a museum and then went to Stonehenge.

After seeing all that, we went out for a meal together before heading back. We enjoyed that evening a bit drunk with the scalpel in his bed, which made for quite a few wounds on both our bodies.

"Did you actually see what I cut into your leg there the first time?" he asked me, slurring heavily, as I just sat on his lap and rode him. "Nope." "Then look again. I'll do it again, will I?" "Yes.", I replied as he gave me three more cuts with the knife.

I, heavily drunk myself, was still quite confused by his statement though and was trying to figure out what he was getting at. With my fingers I formed a V rather confusedly as Arwyn turned my hand over and placed one of his smeared fingers over mine. A.

"AHHHH," I blurted out before we both started giggling and kissing. I took the scalpel from him and he just stared at me and I could see how much it excited him.

"Then I can mark you too," I said, running the blunt side of the scalpel down his torso, giving Arwyn intense goosebumps.

"Where to go?", I asked softly. "Anywhere you want, darling," he murmured back.

I also decided on a spot on his thigh, after all his upper body was almost completely tattooed.

As I had done several times before that evening, I ran the tip of the scalpel along his skin and cut a rather shaky A+C into it before I started sucking his blood-smeared penis.

He moaned loudly and it was really obvious how arousing he found it that I was doing all this to him without hesitation.

I didn't find blood particularly arousing or disgusting, but Arwyn's highly visible arousal pleased me immensely. At these moments his usually very deep moans, slipped to a much higher pitch as he lost all control over his body.

When I woke up the next morning, Arwyn was lying on my legs. I jumped up, startled to see him lying on top of me so covered in blood, but he blinked a few times and grinned widely.

I looked around and saw that we had not only smeared ourselves, but also the wall by the bed and the bedclothes.

"Oh, fuck." said Arwyn, running his fingertips over my cut up legs, "That was the most sexiest night of my life. But we need to clean this place up quick." he said, grabbing the sheets and taking everything to the washing machine.

"You go on and take your shower, I'll try to clean the wall," he said, grabbing a rag. "Don't you want to shower together?", I asked, putting on a sad look.

"Fine, we'll clean the wall together first and then go take a shower. But I might have sex with you again before we're in the shower." "I'll take that risk, my lord."