Chapter 32 Dirty Mouth
Cecil briefly thought about tossing his checkers at Benji. The man had beat him multiple times, and while Benji was always smiling, he felt the bastard was looking way too smug.
What stopped him were the memories of Benji clinging to him, bawling his eyes out. Cecil hadn’t even considered the man when he had done what he had. He hadn’t considered anyone.
When his eyes were finally open, all he could do was stare in shock at how much he had deteriorated. Looking back now, Cecil had trouble understanding why he had done it.
That said, the dark thoughts were still there, they always had been. Cecil had just never fallen so far. He’d come close, but…
“Cecil?” Benji called out, a touch of worry in his voice.
He had zoned out again…something he had to work on not doing. Because after everything that had happened, everyone now freaked out whenever Cecil got lost in his own thoughts.
With a shake of his head, he smiled. “I’m fine, Benji.”
Sort of fine. Cecil had found out that after letting the flood gates open, he now cried way too easily. Sin was slowly convincing him that crying was nothing to be ashamed of. There were some other issues, as well. For instance, him breaking down and flying into fits of rage.
But he was taking one day at a time. Cecil was slightly proud of himself, he hadn’t had a meltdown in a few weeks.
Okay, he may have had a mini one last week—he hadn’t thrown anything, though…so that was a plus. And considering he’d had five in the three weeks before, Cecil thought he was doing well.
It was progress, which was all that mattered. At least, that was what his therapist and Sin had told him.
Sin was always unbelievably sweet while Cecil ranted, screamed, and threw things at him. He, of course, didn’t think so during his little freakouts.
Cecil sighed as he once again lost to Benji.
“Play again?” Benji asked.
He snorted and drawled, “I think I’ll pass.”
“Aww, don’t be like that.” Benji pouted.
“You just want to kick my ass again.”
“I’ll tell you a secret about Sin if you play with me.”
That was too tempting to pass up. “It better be something good.”
“Oh, it is.” The man giggled and leaned across the table to whisper in his ear.
His eyes widened at what Benji told him. “He did not!”
“He did!”
Laughing, Cecil tilted back in his chair and balanced on two legs.
“That’s dangerous.”
Cecil jumped, his arms pinwheeling when he began to fall backward, but luckily, two big hands stopped his descent. “Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on people?” Cecil snapped, scowling up at Sin.
Sin chuckled and kissed him on the forehead before righting his chair.
“Benji, could I borrow Cecil for a moment?”
“Sure.” Benji nodded.
“Not planning to ask me?” Cecil asked dryly.
“Nope.” Sin pulled Cecil’s chair out, grabbed his hand, and tugged him along.
When they took the path to their room, Cecil smiled—sexy-time! He jumped into Sin’s arms, kissing him the minute the door closed, but frowned when Sin quickly broke their kiss.
“We aren’t here for that,” Sin stated.
Cecil dropped his feet down and stepped back. “Then what are we doing here?” He shifted on his feet nervously. This couldn’t be good…
“I wanted to discuss something with you.”
His heart began to race and he took another step back. Sin pulled him forward and held his hands. “Breathe,” Sin said.
Cecil gasped…he hadn’t even realized he’d stopped.
“Before you panic, or panic more, it’s nothing bad.”
“What is it, then?”
“We need to talk about our living situation. With everything that has happened, I feel it would be better for us to stay at this branch. But if living here becomes too much, with all the people…it might be best if I step down.”
When Sin's words registered, Cecil’s blood began to boil. How could Sin even suggest that?! Yanking his hands free, Cecil screamed, “How could you… I don’t want to ruin you! How could I live knowing I took away your family! Took away the job you love!”
Sin grasped his hands once more, and Cecil tried to pull away again, but failed—strong ass bastard!
“Don’t you see? You don’t ruin me, you bring me home. It doesn’t matter where I am, or what job I have. As long as you are with me, I’ll be happy.”
“That’s not what I want! Your job is a part of you, I could never take that away!” he shouted. “I fell in love with a badass, sophisticated, motherfucking Zaytari leader!”
Sin’s mouth went slack.
“Now, stop talking nonsense and fuck me!” Cecil snapped.
The man’s mouth shut with a click. Eye’s narrowing, Sin jerked Cecil against him. “You and your mouth,” Sin growled before capturing Cecil’s lips in a searing kiss.
Cecil groaned as his cock hardened—that was more like it. Sin broke away from him and ordered, “Clothes off, now.”
Shuddering at the demand, Cecil tore his clothes from his body. When he looked back at Sin, the man was gloriously nude, his smooth, hard muscles on display. Sin’s prick was hard and dripping. Cecil’s mouth watered—damn, Sin was fine.
He dropped to his knees, gripped the man’s cock, and licked the tip. The bead of pre-cum on his tongue was salty.
Sin hissed. Cecil took that as a request to continue, and trailed his tongue down one of the thick veins on Sin’s prick.
“I’ll let you play with me all you want later, Cecil,” Sin ground out. “Turn around.”
His cock throbbed—the man’s commanding voice was apparently unearthing a hidden kink.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Cecil crawled around and rested his upper body on the floor, pushing his ass in the air.
Cecil blushed when Sin’s hands ran over his butt. “Lovely.”
He heard a drawer open to his right, and soon after, he felt a drop of lube hit his hole, followed by Sin’s fingers. “Sin.” Cecil gasped as the man roughly opened him up.
“Yes?”
“Can we…can we do it without a condom? I’m on the pill…”
Technically he had been on birth control long before coming back to Bellfall, but going without had never crossed his mind.
the Sin groaned and abruptly pushed inside him, causing Cecil to cry out.
With how little Sin had prepared him, there was pain, but the heat rapidly drowned it out.
Having nothing between them felt better than he’d imagined, making him
He felt so full, and Cecil loved it. He loved being stretched to his limit, and the feel of Sin’s cock plunging in and out of him. Sin’s sack slapped against him as the man pegged that special spot inside him repeatedly.
With each hard thrust, Cecil’s body was pushed forward, only to be pulled back by Sin, in the man’s desperate need to dive deeper.
The pressure built in his prick, and he found himself moaning and writhing on the carpeted floor. “More!” Cecil begged desperately.
With his thrusts becoming frantic, Sin reached around and started stroking Cecil’s cock.
Their release hit them at the same time. His strained cry was barely audible over Sin’s shouts. Cecil felt at peace as he finally got to feel the man’s warmth seep inside him.
Struggling to catch his breath, he decided it would be best not to move for a while—something he changed his mind about moments later when Sin collapsed on top of him.
Squealing, Cecil wiggled and snapped, “You’re too heavy!”
Sin burst out laughing and fell gracelessly to the side. Glaring at the laughing man, Cecil flipped onto his back and stretched out his limbs.
When Sin rolled onto his side, grinned, and cocked his finger at him, Cecil crossed his arms and looked away.
“Aw, come here.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No! I’m going to have rug burns because of you, mister!” he groused. Rug burns that he was beginning to feel—ugh.
“I’ll get you some chocolate.”
Chocolate would taste really good right about now, Cecil thought. But he couldn’t give in that easily.
“How much chocolate?”
“A dozen very expensive milk chocolate truffles.”
“Two dozen,” Cecil countered.
“Fine, two dozen.”
“Deal!” Cecil scooted over into Sin’s arms.
Sin smiled smugly, like he had won, and kissed Cecil on the forehead. Maybe he should have asked for three dozen.
Oh, but wait, he had a way to wipe that smirk away. Cecil grinned evilly as he thought about what Benji had told him.
“So, admit it…you love my dirty mouth,” Cecil sang.
One of Sin’s eyebrows rose. “I really don’t. You know my thoughts on swearing.”
“Oh, come on. You love the word fuck!’
Sin’s face pinched. “I don’t.”
“Really? Then why did you say it so many times?” Cecil burst into a fit of giggles.
“What? I—” Sin sputtered. His eyes widened and then narrowed. “Who told you?”
“A little birdy,” Cecil managed to get out, despite his giggle fit.
Sin snorted and rolled his eyes. “Would that little birdy happen to be named Benji?”
Trying to lure the man into a false sense of security, Cecil smiled at Sin sweetly. He of course ruined that sweet look by yelling, “I’ll never tell,” and jumping up to escape.
Sin growled and took him down easily.
“No!” he cried as the horrible man began to tickle him.