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fucking gorgeous cock. That tight ass. Those sensitive balls. Groaning, Walt dragged Reid’s jeans right to his knees. That assured his boy wasn’t going anywhere.
    Standing, he dragged his nose along Reid’s thigh, his cheek rubbing Reid’s prick on the way up.
    “Walt…” Reid’s eyes rolled back, the sweet cock so sensitive.
    “Tell me you grabbed my ring.”
    Reid’s cheeks went dark red. Bingo.
    “In your pocket or in your bag?” Walt was putting it back in. Now.
    “My pocket.”
    He dug around in Reid’s jeans’ pockets, giving a shout of triumph as his fingers found the little metal ring. It was carefully wrapped and sealed in a tiny plastic bag. So careful, his boy.
    “It went in here clean, yeah?” He could put it right in if that was the case.
    “Of course it did!” Oh, someone was affronted.
    Chuckling, he opened the little bag, digging for the ring. He wanted to leave his mark, over and over. On Reid’s cock, on his balls, on his back, on his ass, his nipples, everywhere. He wanted to leave his need on Reid’s skin. Starting with his ring back where it belonged.
    He pulled the ring out of the bag. It was a pretty little gold piece, just simple gold, but it looked fantastic against Reid’s most sensitive skin. He eased the retainer out, loving that Reid had kept the piercing open.
    The ring slipped right in and he closed it, locking it in place. Reid panted, shaking, the scent of desire everywhere.
    Walt rubbed his cheek along Reid’s prick. “Sweet, needy pain slut.”
    “Not…” Reid’s cock nodded, though.
    Chuckling, he gave Reid’s cock a little slap. Hissing, Reid went up on tiptoe.
    Standing slowly, he let their bodies rub all the way. His clothed, Reid’s bare. Reid moaned, shook his head.
    Walt slapped Reid’s cock again. “Every time you deny yourself I’m doing that.”
    “Bastard.” Someone was fucking turned on and not wanting to admit it.
    Walt slapped Reid’s prick again. “Name calling also gets your cock slapped.”
    He loved how Reid’s belly went rock hard, stiff, rippling from with every open-handed slap.
    Leaning in, he took his kiss, running his tongue along that poor, abused lower lip. He made sure that his body dragged on that little ring as he moved against Reid too. He tongue fucked Reid, rocking slowly against him. Reid offered him a groan, then his boy grabbed his hands.
    “You think that’s going to stop me?”
    “No. No, I know it won’t.”
    He slipped one of his hands out of Reid’s, touching Reid’s cheek. “Good.”
    Reid’s dark eyes closed. His boy responded to praise and punishment equally well.
    God, Walt had missed this even more than he knew.
    He took Reid’s hand, bent his boy over the edge of the bed, exposing that fine ass, the long legs still trapped by the jeans. Rubbing his hand over Reid’s ass, he pinched one cheek.
    “How shall I start, boy? A spanking? A plugging? A hard fucking?” He pinched the other cheek. “A combination of all three?”
    “Ouch. Quit pinching!”
    “Spanking first it is!” It was the only warning he gave his boy before he let his hand come down hard.
    “You motherfucker!”
    “Just keep swearing, baby boy, I haven’t warmed my hand in far too long.” He smiled at the spate of obscenities, loving how Reid had chosen to ask for it.
    Finding a comfortable position to stand in, and a rhythm, Walt brought his hand down over and over. Eventually Reid’s cursing faded, replaced by grunts and sighs as AW worked his boy’s ass. AW’s hand was burning, and he knew Reid’s ass had to be too.
    Finally Reid began to move into the blows, hips wagging, dancing for him. It gave him a second wind and, groaning, he kept their connection going. He needed a paddle. A crop. A flogger.
    “Don’t move,” he growled, giving Reid’s ass one final swat. He stepped away and looked at that glowing butt. Oh, Reid would feel that tomorrow; he wouldn’t be sitting in his office very much.
    Smiling widely, AW