Omaha BoyxBoy Smut Book

Nate and sammy

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Who owns you?" Nate asks and then pulls off, grabs Sammy's chin and forces Sammy to look at him, forces the pupils, so dark like voids, to fall into nates gaze.

Sammy holds his eyes for a long time, his mouth open and gasping, his cock hard against nates leg, his body tilted to Nate in such perfect calibration that it has to be something like gravity, something like orbital shifting--the aligning of the planets and the moon. "You," Sammy says, his voice Southern deep and shaking, "You own me."

"You're fucking right I do," Nate tells him, "and no one else ever will."

He grabs the collar and pulls, spins sammy around and throws him down on the bed, following him in that smooth way he has like the whole world is shifting and he has to move to keep up with it. But here, right now, the world is suddenly stark still and solid. Nate has never really believed in things like facts, cold hard truths, lines in the sand that can never be unbroken. But if there's anything true, anything real, it's Sammy on this bed, looking up at him with all the trust in the world, his whole being trembling for him.

Nate covers him and bites down on his chin, digs his teeth into the stubble and scrapes. His hand goes under Sammy's  shirt and starts snapping off buttons, starts sliding its way up and popping them off and with each little sound in the quiet room, with each inch of skin that becomes exposed, they come more together, become more in-tune, until Nate can practically feel Sammy's body--the thump of his heart, the wild crashing of his veins. "Have you ever been owned, Sammy?" Nate asks him, moves his mouth to Sammy's
neck, tongues the outline of the collar on his skin.

"Never."

"Do you want to be?"

"Yes," Sammy says and arches up his hips. Nate pops the last of the buttons on his shirt and pulls Sammy up, slides his arms out of it and throws it away.

"Can anyone else ever own you?"

"No," Sammy hisses.

"What are you going to do?" Nate growls and tugs at the fly on Sammy's pants, "If you they try to?"

"Fight them."

"What if they don't give up?"

"Kill them."

"Why?"

"Because I'm yours."