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He's unintentionally rough with me. I never mind it though. The pain never amounts to the pleasure he gives me. I'd always tell him if it's too much. He never really notices when it's happening. When he's pounding into me from behind and he grabs me neck and pulls me into his chest.  His grip gets tighter as he goes faster but he never notices. When I'm riding him and he digs his fingers into my hips a little to hard. When he racks his nails down my thighs when he's close. Sometimes the bruises are bigger when he has his rings on. I always wake up sore, just like today. Calum's first day back and of course we did what anyone would do if their boyfriend was gone for months. I got up before him and slipped on his flannel and went to make him some breakfast.

Halfway through came my very sleepy boyfriend and he sat down on the barstool and I immediately handed him coffee. I went to turn around but got stopped as he started talking
"Oh god your neck" his morning voice was rough and scratchy but the concern was clear.
"What about it?" I went to grab the toast from the toaster.
"My fingers are imprinted into your neck and then the hickeys make it look worse" I ignored him and handed him his plate.
"Baby that looks so bad, do they hurt?"
"Only a little but Calum I'm fine please eat" he looked at me for a moment before actually listening. I walked around and flannel revealed my hips and thighs and he immediately spoke up again
"Oh baby..... look at you. I bruised you all over" I ran my hand over the marks of his nails and looked at him.
"Calum my love listen to me. You were rough and I like when your rough with me. The bruises are temporary and they are little reminders of your first night back and I like them. You didn't have a problem making them and neither did I" He sighs
"I'll go easy on you. It looks like I beat you up and thats not okay so I'll try not to get so carried away" I walked over to him and took his hand placing a kiss to it.
"I'm fine, love. I promise you I'm okay. I think they are so pretty, your little works of art"

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