The Lord of the Library

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Fresh nuzzled his little slut in his arms, starting to slowly wake up. He opened his eyes, hugging PJ. He loved his baby with all his heart.

PJ looked almost angelically, some of the early morning sun shining on his chocolate brown skin. His freckles shine down like stars and his hickey-covered body was so small and cute in his arms. His hair was looked like they had been going all night and the little one just recently passed out.

Fresh smiled, fixing his bathrobe. He had looked so arousing, the way he sat there, waiting for Fresh. He sat on the side of his legs, his hands supporting him forward and he stared at the door. And the moment Fresh went into his room, PJ spoke. "Welcome home, Master~" he had said.

The night before was so amazing, Fresh would've thought it as a dream. They had only gone a it for a single half-hour round and that round was so sloppy and passionate. Just the way they kissed and how good it felt to slam their sweaty bodies together. They weren't very loud, but they did whisper sweet and sexy things into the other's ear the entire time. The loudest sound they made was probably their shared orgasm. But they were quiet otherwise.

Fresh stared at PJ. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, so he didn't have to let go of his slutty angel. He kissed his jawline, smiling. 

"I love you~ I love being inside of you and kissing you and knowing you're all mine and cuddling you," Fresh whispered to his asleep lover, "I want you to be mine~ You're more than a slut... you're just so perfect." He sighed and growled slightly. That was so stupid.

Fresh felt his body. It was still covered in sweat, a salty mixture of the both of them. Fresh loved this body, it was so beautiful. And then there was who PJ was beyond a pretty face and fat ass. He worked it. He walked with confidence and sass, yet he got so submissive for Fresh. He loved being dominated, despite how much he looked like a power bottom. Not at all. He was submissive and loved being ordered to strip and to do lewd things.

PJ's body was so cold sometimes. Like when you touch freshly opened paint cold. But it wasn't wet, just cold. But now, he rediated heat. Just enough for Fresh to feel it. He loved feeling PJ's warmth, it was comforting.

The small male was safe and sound, still deeply sleeping. He looked so precious and beautiful, his lips looking so kissable. 

"I love you," Fresh whispered, kissing his soft lips. They didn't kiss back, as PJ was still deeply asleep.

His alarm went off, Fresh growling as it started to wake up his angel. He set it to be two hours before he had to be in school so he could shower and get ready and relax for a little while.

"Master...?" PJ groaned, opening his eyes.

"Morning, Slut~ How does a bath sound?" Fresh kissed his freckled cheek.

"Your cum is sticky..." PJ whined, cum sticking to his legs and making him uncomfortable.

"I know. Don't worry, I'll make you less sticky and sweaty." Fresh picked him up. He got the uniform they wore and carried PJ to the bathroom. He took off his bathrobe, putting his small, nude body into the tub.

"Master, come closer!" PJ whined, hugging himself. He was frigid without Fresh's warmth now.

"Let me climb in!" Fresh sighed and turned on warm water. He slid on his socks and locked the door. He took off his pants and his boxers, taking off the socks he wore for his skates.

PJ huffed, as Fresh was doing stuff away from cuddling him. Finally, Fresh climbed into the half-full tub of warm water and a still cold PJ. The smaller smiled as he cuddled up to his Master, still feeling cold.

"What the fuck, Slut? You're fucking freezing!" Fresh exclaimed, feeling the cold feeling of PJ's skin.

"Shut up! Cuddle me and warm me up!" PJ huffed, cuddling up to him. He started warming up, which was a relief.

"Okay, is something wrong with you?" Fresh started cleaning PJ's body, rubbing soap all over him.

"Maybe, I don't know." PJ shrugged, sitting on Fresh's lap as he rinsed off his body of the bubbles and soap.

"You must love my lap, huh?" Fresh sighed as PJ leaned on him, his body still fairly cold.

"You must love my ass," replied PJ, huffing.

"I do~ It's hard not to love something so squishy~" Fresh squeezed PJ's ass, earning a yelp. He looked down, hugging his knees. "Aww, Slut, are you upset I squeezed your ass?~"

"I just don't like it..." PJ mumbled.

"Okay, you're all cleaned up, so you should get out."

"Shut up." PJ took the soap, starting to clean Fresh's chest. He gulped, blushing. It kinda forced him to stare at his abs. Paperjam tried swallowing his embarrassment as he did to Fresh as Fresh did to him. Both of them should be clean if PJ had to get out.

Fresh laid there, watching as PJ cleaned him with soap. He started to let his hands roam, feeling all around the smaller's soft skin. He rubbed his side, which had a pretty tattoo. It looked a little bit like Ink's tattoos, but just on the side of his chest and his back.

The taller traced the tattoo's swirls as they started to glow pink. Fresh never paid attention to it, as he was too busy fucking PJ anytime he saw him shirtless. He now had the attention to give the lovely markings.

The smaller tensed up as he felt the taller press his marked skin. Fresh leaned down and licked his tattoos.

"E-eh!" PJ yelled.

"What?~" Fresh chuckled, sitting back up.

"M-Master! D-don't do that!" PJ frowned.

"Aww, but it's so cute~" Fresh kissed his neck, smiling.

"But I don't like it..." PJ cuddled Fresh, looking down. He hugged himself, blushing brightly as his tattoos glowed with his body.

"Well your Master does~" Fresh cooed, petting his black and pink hair.

"I-if you say so... c-can M-Master carry m-me out..?" PJ mumbled, hiding his face with his slightly freckled hands.

"Master can~" Fresh gently picked him up, holding him close.

PJ smiled, enjoying the soft towel drying his body. He liked how soft Fresh's towels were. They were just like his and everyone else's, but they were Fresh's, so he liked them more. It was just special when it was Fresh. He knew some people would say it's "abusive" but he loved the abuse. The pain, the pleasure, the sex. He loved everything.

"Master, can I be your boyfriend?" PJ mumbled, nuzzling his chest.

"PJ. We're not in love." Fresh looked away, his glasses going blank. PJ whimpered, hugging his own body. Sometimes, he would look up at Fresh every now and then.

PJ was set down on the bed, and Fresh threw the uniform at him. Fresh quickly slipped on his pants and slipped on his unbuttoned shirt. He grabbed his jacket and tie, so he could get ready outside of the room.

With tears starting to run down his face, PJ started to put in his school uniform.

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