Rafael’s hand splashed out of the water as if he was moving to get out of the tub, and Daniel’s stomach dropped. Rafael was going to kick him out of the tub. Instantaneous shock brought him back to the moment when hot pain seared down his chest.
“Fuck.” Drops of melted candle wax hit his chest and shoulders.
Rafael had picked up one of the candles and was tipping it over his skin. His chest clenched as he awaited the pain he craved.
He loved wearing his lover’s marks on his skin like badges. Dark blue wax hit the hollow of his throat and pooled there, drying. It burned deep into his skin, but it was freeing—something he could grasp and hold onto in his mind so he didn’t have to think about his growing feelings. No wonder it was so intoxicating. Raf’s erection prodded his ass with every groan made. It was very clear that Rafael got off on controlling his pain, and he was happy to oblige. He was starting to love it.
“I want to edge you,” Rafael gasped, putting the candle back in its place.
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