「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬"」
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❝ Aren't you just the cutest? ❞
❝ Please... don't hurt me mister... ❞
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Etienne Theodore has always been a good boy. He s...
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He bit down on Etienne's soft lips, sucking on the bottom one. His hunter eyes locked onto Etienne's squeezed eyelids.
His thumb brushed over Etienne's hardened nipple, pooking through his sweater, stroking it slowly as his tongue glided over Etienne's slender neck, tasting the sweet skin.
He licked over it slowly, his saliva coating his doll's soft skin. He bit, nipped and sucked over the bruise leaving a trail of dark hickeys.
Etienne's breath came in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to pull away, his little hands gripping the man's muscular biceps in a weak attempt to free himself.
He turned his head to the side, accidentally giving the elder man full access to continue suck and bite at his soft skin.
This... feels so strange... misters touch..., Etienne thought, his mind racing in mixed feelings.
Suddenly, the man released him, leaving Etienne panting and shaking on his lap. He leaned back, his icy hunter eyes glinting with amusement as he pulled a milk candy from his pocket, unwrapping it slowly.
He popped the candy into his mouth as he let the milk candy melt slowly on his tongue.
"I haven't even done anything and yet you're shaking like a leaf," he chuckled, sucking the milk candy.
His hand slid down Etienne's back, fingers brushing lightly against his skin through the thin fabric of his sweater.
"You look so perfect sitting right there, doll," he whispered, his voice deep. "Like you belong right here in my lap."
His grip tightened around Etienne's waist, pulling him firmly closer.
Etienne's legs felt like they would give out beneath him, so he let himself be handled by him.
Not like he had a choice in the first place.
He then sucked on the candy lazily watching Etienne squirm and nibble on his bottom lip.
"Aren't you just the cutest, hm?," he said, his fingers tracing the curve of Etienne's waist.
Etienne whimpered softly, his hands clutching the man's shirt tightly as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing. He didn't dare look up, his vision blurry with tears.
"Why are you crying?" the older man whispered.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Etienne's ear as he continued to toy with him.
"Shh."
He gripped Etienne's waist, pulling him down against him.
Etienne gasped, his hands pressing harder against the man's chest. Etienne's tears spilled over, running down his flushed cheeks. He looked down, his hands trembling as he pouted.
