Pitbabe S2, Chapter 30 pg 5
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 30 pg 5
“I’d give you everything.”
“I’m not your kept boy, you know.”
“Not a kept boy, not a boyfriend. What the hell do you want from me, Charlie?”
“Calm down,” I couldn’t help but laugh. Babe said he understood and accepted my conditions, but still, he found ways to tease and nudge me every chance he got. Now that we were back together (almost officially), he seemed to get impatient, acting like I was the cruel one. “Don’t you want to punish me a little? I’ve made you pretty sad, haven’t I?”
“It’s fine. I’ve forgotten it all.”
That’s how Babe always is. No matter how much he cries because of me, how much he retaliates or snaps at me, in the end, he’ll say, It’s fine, like the pain he went through wasn’t real.
It’s fine. I’ve forgotten it all.
It’s fine. I forgive you.
It’s fine, just don’t do it again next time.
He kept saying that until I started wondering where his capacity for forgiveness ended. How big of a mistake would I have to make for him to stop saying, “It’s fine”? Or maybe that limit never existed in the first place. For him, were all my disgusting mistakes forgiven unconditionally just so he wouldn’t lose me?
Is this the kind of love I really want him to experience? I’m not sure.
“Stop… stop thinking,” Babe lifted both hands to cup my face, pulling me up from the crook of his neck to meet his gaze, even though he could barely keep his eyes open. “Don’t think about anything else, don’t think about anyone else. Don’t think at all.”
“I never think about anyone else.”
“Good then.” His body twitched sporadically, a sign he was nearing the edge of ecstasy. “Just think about me, look at… only me.”
It’s funny how he pleaded with me like that.
Why beg for something that’s already a given? When he’s this beautiful, how could he think I’d look anywhere else?
“I love you.”
Would saying this make him feel more secure?
“Love… wait for me.”
“Ah!”
The moment I asked him to wait, Babe abandoned me instantly. His body convulsed rapidly, his face contorted, a wave of heat radiated through him, and the wet sensation on my stomach was proof of his climax. Babe collapsed, exhausted, panting heavily, yet still gazing at me with dreamy eyes. I think he was admiring me.
“I told you to wait,” I gently stroked the cheek of the limp, melted figure beside me, full of affection.
“You meant wait like this?”
I burst out laughing. Of course, my “wait” didn’t mean that, but it was adorable how he let go first, just seconds after I said, “Wait for me.”
“Why so fast today… huh?”
“Fast? That wasn’t fast.”
“Well, I’m not done yet.”
“You’re just slow.”
“Don’t blame me,” I said, slowly pulling back while Babe pursed his lips slightly, still caught in the lingering sensation. His eyes swept over me, and he smiled as if utterly satisfied with what he saw. That look made me feel like some young guy he’d picked up from a host bar or something. “What’s with the smile?”
“You’re hot.”
“Thanks,” I said with a laugh. “Glad you like it.”
“Got a boyfriend?”
The more I talk, the closer I get to sounding like a young host, and if that were really the case, I’d probably be in a situation where a client’s gotten too attached to me. That’s a dangerous spot to be in.
“Not yet… single as can be.”
“Want me to be your boyfriend?”
“Haha, no way.” Babe’s flirty, charming expression made me burst out laughing. Even when he was single, Babe never made faces like this when hitting on other guys. Truth is, he never had to make the first move or chase anyone. Someone like Pitbabe never had to put in effort for stuff like that.
“Wow… kiddo.”
“Shut up.” I said as I moved to straddle his chest. This position might seem a bit disrespectful to an elder, but trust me, this particular elder doesn’t mind this kind of rudeness. “I told you to wait, but you didn’t… so here we go.”
Not only did he not mind, Babe even flashed a pleased smile when his cheeks felt the warmth. His red lips parted, tilting to seek his favorite thing until I had to feed it to him before he started complaining. In moments like this, we worked together seamlessly. Babe showed off his skills to the fullest, while I did my best to make things easier. One hand braced against the headboard, the other slid down to support the back of his talented head. Babe’s mouth was soft and scorching, like it was fueled by a fire. He looked a bit pitiful when I got too eager and made him choke, but he didn’t complain once. His teary eyes locked onto mine, brows slightly furrowed. The sight before me made him look more adorable than pitiable.
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