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“You don’t what?” I asked.

“I know what you said at the market…but I don’t want you to look and think they’re ugly.”

I felt a surge of white-hot rage bubble inside of me. Anger at whoever made him think anything about him was ugly. Whoever dared to disrespect the privilege of seeing him naked.

“Not a single part of you, line or speck on you is ugly, Owain. I’ll stop if you want me to, love, but don’t think for one second I won’t go feral for everything I see on you.”

I watched him, chest heaving with everything he was making me feel. He bit his lip, looked away for a moment before nodding.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Sure?”

He gave me another nod. “Sure.”

Slowly, I gave the shorts a tug. The waistband stretched over the mound of his ass and slipped down the slope of it. They pooled at his ankles, leaving him exposed to me.

I could tell he was still tense, still waiting for me to say something negative and I couldn’t have that.

I looked.

At the round globes, perfect and soft in front of me. Lined with those silver stripes he seemed to hate so much. A tiny bit of paint had seeped through the fabric and gathered in the tiny indents of those lines painting them dark red.

“You’re beautiful, love,” I said.

“You don’t have to.”

“Shhhh.” I realized he still didn’t believe me when I said all of him was stunning.

I corrected that by sucking a bruise into each line I could find. They bloomed under my lips, turning the patterned stretch of skin into a constellation.

I lifted my head to admire my work, reaching up to put the tip of my index finger into the tiny dimple above his arse. I circled it once, twice, and then ran my finger along the top of it until it dipped into his crease.

“Oh…” he breathed softly, shaking so hard the wobbly table rattled a bit against the floor.

“I’m gonna make my dream come true now, love,” I said, reaching up and grabbing an arse cheek in each hand. I massaged them, exposing and hiding his hole from myself as I went.

Like a little game I was playing all by myself.

“W-what dream?” he asked, and I pushed my nose between his cheeks, inhaling him like an addict.

“I’m gonna eat you out until your knees give way,” I said and he keened so loudly I felt my lips pull into a wide grin. There was no way this would remain a secret if he was this loud before I even touched him properly.

Good.

Let everyone hear that he was mine.

I dove in like a man possessed. I used my hands to spread the soft flesh, pushing it to the side to reveal the core of him, hot and waiting for my mouth.

I ran my tongue over it once, just to see how he’d like it, and his knees buckled under him. He caught himself before he could collapse, chest landing against the table and arse pushed even further back.

Perfect.

I licked again. He tasted like all of my favourite meals rolled into one. I felt his hole flutter under my tongue and I repeated the action until I pulled the most delicious moan from his lips.

“That’s it, love,” I said, letting my breath hit his hole, slick with my spit. “Let me hear you.”

I caught his rim between my lips and sucked, feeling that tight ring of muscles clench, trying to hold me close. His hand shot out from under him to grip my hair and push me closer to his core.