Hedon

Hedon - Chapter 25

  "We should probably establish a safe word." Malachi said, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off in one swift motion.
  "Why?"
  "So you don't kill me, Caston."
  "I won't." Caston stepped closer. "Didn't you say that you trust me?"
  "I do." Malachi gently held Caston's arms. "I just know that I probably have a limit that I will reach before you do. And accidents happen. The safe word is to prevent that, alright?"
  Caston nodded. "Okay. What word, then?"
  "I was thinking simple..like stop. I won't say it unless I mean it. Any variation of ow or fuck and you can keep going. Stop isn't the warning, it's me saying cut it out. Understand?" Malachi said softly.
  "I understand."
  "Have at it, then." Malachi said, holding is arms out.
  Caston pulled his pocket knife out of his jeans and smirked. "This is gonna be fun."
  The tingling sensation that he had grown to like was traveling down his arms and to his fingertips. He watched Malachi step out of his jeans and then lay back on the bed.
  His grey underwear were clinging to his body, leaving little to the imagination in the best way. Caston wondered how long it would be before they're covered in blood.
  He took his place on Malachi's lap, wondering why he didn't feel Malachi's hands on his hips.
  "Just gonna let me fall or..?"
  Malachi lifted his head. "What do you mean?"
  "You're not holding me like you usually do."
  "I don't know where you're gonna do whatever you're gonna do. I didn't want to get in the way."
  "You can still hold me in place."
  Malachi smiled and moved his hands from beside him to hold onto Caston's hips. "Better?"
  "Yes. Obviously." Caston said. He then leaned down and placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Malachi.
  "What?" Malachi asked softly, his lips still turned up in a pretty smile.
  "Don't what me like I'm a child. I'm literally about to cut you with a knife."
  "Then why haven't you?"
  "You gotta work me up first. Kiss me or feel me up or something. If I just start slicing you, it's not sensual, it will lead to your murder."
  Malachi chuckled and moved his hands to hold Caston's back before sitting up. He slid them slowly down to Caston's hips again, then pulled him closer. "So you're saying you want me to kiss you?"
  "I don't want you to just lay there."
  Malachi smiled, his lips grazing Caston's. "Tell me."
  "Why? Can't you just-"
  "Tell me..to kiss you." Malachi said lowly, his voice almost a whisper.
  Caston flicked his eyes down between them, then back up to Malachi's face. "Kiss me...please."
  "Aw you said please without even being asked. How could I deny you?" Malachi pulled him closer and pressed their mouths together.
  Caston took only a second to engage, gripping the handle of the knife harder and letting it slide across Malachi's bicep.
  He pulled back slightly and breathed against Caston's mouth. "Fuck, Cas. Could've warned me."
  "I thought you were supposed to warn me."
  "Fair." Malachi exhaled, gripping Caston's hips tightly.
  "Can I do it again?"
  Malachi nodded.
  Caston placed his hands on Malachi's chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He hovered over him for a second, just watching the delicious anticipation swim in his eyes.
  He pressed the blade against Malachi's skin, watching as he braced himself for the pain. But Caston didn't do anything. He lifted the knife and moved down until the blade was over Malachi's hip. He pushed the band of his underwear down to make more room, then he dug the blade into Malachi's skin again, this time dragging it across, then down, then across.
  Malachi's jaw was clenched tightly, shallow breaths being the only thing to pass his lips.
  Caston watched him intently as the blade made mark after mark until a scratchy, horror movie font-esque Caston's was scrawled into his skin.
  "Cas..Cassie.."
  "Hm?" Caston kept his eyes on the red, dripping letters, slowly lifting his hand to trace them with the tip of his finger.
  Malachi winced and fumbled over half-words, his fingers digging into Caston's arm.
  A throaty moan passed Malachi's lips when Caston's tongue licked the bloody sketch of his name. He sucked on the letters, flicking his eyes up to Malachi, seeing his neck taut and his mouth agape.
  Caston moved up and hovered his face above Malachi's for a second before kissing him with his blood-filled mouth.
  Malachi kissed back forcefully, wincing when Caston moved farther up his lap. "Fuck, Cas...that hurts."
  "Sorry." Caston smiled against his mouth, pushing himself down harder.
  Malachi gripped Caston's hips tightly, panting beautifully into the air. "Cassie...s- hang- hang on."
  Caston looked down at Malachi, watching his neck tighten after every breath. His eyes were closed tightly, but his grip on Caston was letting up.
  Malachi slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Caston with his eyebrows creased.
  "Can I do more?" Caston asked, as the knife in his hand statrted to feel like it was made of ice.
  Malachi nodded, taking a slow, deep breath.
  Caston got off of Malachi and flipped him over, so his bare back was facing up. He straddled Malachi's ass, then ran his fingers along the smooth exposed skin.
  Malachi flinched at the sudden contact, making Caston chuckle softly.
  Caston leaned down so his mouth was closer to Malachi's ear. "How many pictures can I draw?"
  "However many you want, Cassie."
  Caston put the handle of the knife in his mouth, holding it between his teeth. He then placed his hands on Malachi's upper back and slowly trailed his fingers down, stopping to squeeze just above the band of his underwear on each side.
  He moved off of Malachi, then flipped the boy back over onto his back. The messy, bloody smudge of Caston's name was barely visible above the band of Malachi's underwear, but the red seeping through the grey fabric told him it was still there.
  "What are you doing?" Malachi asked, looking up at Caston and habitually grabbing his hips.
  Caston took the knife out of his mouth and leaned down slightly. "I want to see you."
  Caston moved down so he was over Malachi's shins and so his hands were in reach of his thighs.
  "Now..." Caston slowly slid the blade across Malachi's thigh once..twice..again..again. "We match."
  Malachi winced beneath him, but didn't move. He kept his eyes on Caston, watching the blade slash his skin gently, leaving criss-crossed red lines behind.
  "Is this good pain or bad pain?" Caston asked, setting the knife down to run his fingers along the cuts.
  Malachi let out another choked sound. "It's good, Cassie."
  Caston slowly leaned down and pressed his lips against Malachi's bloody skin. He kissed the lines, feeling the red on his lips. He then ran his tongue up and over the marks slowly, tasting the familiar metallic flavor of what coursed through Malachi's veins. He sucked gently on the more shallow lines, encouraging more blood to flow into his mouth.
  Malachi's hand was in the back of his hair, not necessarily holding him in place, but definitely making it easier for Caston to continue what he was doing.
  Caston moved up slowly until his face was above Malachi's. He looked down at the pretty boy for a second, taking in his creased eyebrows, his glossy eyes, and his parted mouth.
  "You're pretty." Caston said, relaxing his hips onto Malachi's.
  Malachi smiled and moved his hands up to hold Caston's face. "You're pretty too, Cassie."
  Caston leaned down and kissed Malachi roughly, no doubt making the taste of blood fill his mouth. Malachi's hands slowly slid down Caston's sides to hold his hips. He gripped them tightly and started pushing Caston down against him.
  They breathed heavily into each other's mouths, their movements slowly growing more frantic. Malachi's fingers felt like they could leave bruises behind and Caston shamelessly tugged on Malachi's hair at the feeling.
  Caston struggled for a second, but eventually managed to remove the clothes on his bottom half and then do the same to Malachi. He secured his hands on Malachi's shoulders and held eye contact as he slowly sunk down on his cock.
  It only took seconds for Malachi to flip them over and start thrusting at a frenetic pace. Caston's hands returned to his hair, tugging gently and then running down his back, his nails scratching the skin.
  Their mouths briefly met between them, loud smacking filling the thick, hot air. Caston knew he enjoyed Malachi's body, especially when it was on him, but he couldn't help but to wonder why he has yet to grow tired of it after all this time.