Chapter 12 ~ Rafe #3
I trace the letters of my name with the needless tip along his hip bone, following the curve of his pelvis, the pressure light enough to tease but firm enough to leave a red trail. He gasps, the vibration no doubt sending shivers through his entire body.
His cock is fully hard now, but I don’t touch him there; instead, I set the machine down, letting my fingers replace the vibration.
“Lie on your stomach for me, baby.”
Minho whimpers, the sound making my dick ache as he shifts his position on the chair without complaint; his ass is in front of me now, and the temptation to bite him is so strong I groan.
God, I am going to do so many things to him.
“Now for the part that’s going to leave a mark.
” Before he can ask what I mean, I press my mouth to his plump ass and kiss him, then bite down hard enough to make him hiss, hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth.
I soothe it with my tongue, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the tremor running through him.
“Fuck,” he whines, his head falling forward.
I chuckle, then pick up a pair of gloves and the tattoo gun, and start the machine up again. I bite him again, lower this time, before getting to work on his ass that is now mine—mine to fuck, mine to punish, just mine.
“Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.” He nods, and I set the machine down, get up and lean over him so I am whispering into his ear. “Use your words, or you don’t get your gift.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I’ll let you know. Now do it.”
I laugh. “So bossy.”
I take my time working on the tattoo that is sure to piss off Bellamy if he ever sees it, but at the same time, I will be biting this tattoo every time I see it once it heals.
On his left cheek, I tattooed the word “Fuck”, and on the right, I put “Me” before getting to work on the lips I secretly tattoo above the word “Me”.
God, if I didn't have to work today, fucking him is exactly what I would be doing.
An hour or so later, when I am done tattooing him, I bite him just above the crease of his thigh, then again on the swell of his ass, each mark blossoming red against his beautiful pale skin.
“What did you end up putting on my ass, Rafe?” he questions.
I smile. “I guess you’ll have to wait until you are home to see.”
By the time I pull back, his hip and ass are a constellation of bruises and bite marks—some already darkening, some still pink from the pressure while I put film on his newest tattoos.
“There,” I said, my voice rough. “Now you’re marked.”
He’s either going to be so fucking pissed when he sees what I put on his ass, or I am going to be a lucky man when he comes back.
Minho turns in the chair, but he hisses when he presses his ass down on the chair before his eyes darken with lust as he reaches for me, pulling me up into a kiss again, his tongue sliding against mine as we devour each other, fighting for dominance.
“I don't know what you did, but I am sure I will be coming back here to bash your face in,” he says between kisses.
I chuckle. “When you’re ready,” I start, my hand sliding down to grip his hip, my thumb pressing into one of the fresh bite marks. “I’ll let you ride my cock as my way of saying I’m sorry—even if I am not.”
He laughs, a broken, breathless sound. “I guess I will be rewarding you for bad behaviour.”
“Uh huh.” I kiss him this time slower before nipping on his lower lip. “So long as you keep your promise and be nice to Bells, you’ll be rewarded too.”
He goes silent, and I cross my arms. “What did you do?”
Minho smirks. “Nothing, yet.”
“Minho,” I warn.
“Rafe.” He laughs, pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes soft in a way I haven’t seen in a long time.
“I forgive you for the record, for what happened when Nyla came in here, not that you need my forgiveness, especially not after this.” He touches the tattoo on my chest in such a reverent way that my heart skips a beat.
“Nice try, deflecting from my question like that.”
He gets up from the chair smoothly, slips his shorts back on, and I watch as he smiles while backing away toward the front door.
“What are you planning, Minho?”
“Something that will make even God tremble.” He pretends to shudder with a laugh. “I’ll come back later to pay for the tattoos.”
I shake my head because he isn't going to tell me whatever it is he plans on doing to Bellamy, which means I can’t help the hockey captain stay ahead of him this time after I helped him with what I believe will most likely piss Minho off like nothing else.
“Don’t bother, this one's an early birthday gift,” I say, smiling because he is definitely going to come back here after he finds out what I did for Bellamy.
“Bye, Rafe.”
Only when he is out the door do I pull my phone out and let Bellamy know he is on his way before sitting back in my chair.
Good thing I have a get-out-of-Minho-trouble card. And whatever he plans on doing, I will be punishing him with a little toy I got him for his birthday.
I don’t even know why I am helping his step-brother; I guess I like the chaos of them going at each other like wild animals.
But one thing is for sure.
They are going to fuck, and then I am going to make my move because I am all for watching their fun, but now that Minho is mine, I plan on having a lot of fun myself.