Breaking Point

Storm Moon Press

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 3,600
8 Ratings (3.1)

After a long day, Malachi has the perfect plan for relieving stress with his lover, Phinn. Pushing limits has never been more of a turn on.

(Warning for intense BDSM and kink.)

Breaking Point
8 Ratings (3.1)

Breaking Point

Storm Moon Press

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 3,600
8 Ratings (3.1)
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An intense BDSM scene that was well written and had me cringing. Though I don’t have the bits involved I cringed anyway! It’s called sympathy cringing.
Bookologist
Good short story.
sarki
Excerpt

Malachi knelt on a thick, folded towel on the floor in front of the toilet. The bathroom was large, but it didn't need to be. He smiled as he dipped the razor into the bowl of warm water, bracing his hand on the meat of Phinn's pale thigh. Phinn's flesh always looked so much whiter against the darkness of his own flesh, and it was an insane turn on for Malachi. His dark eyes glanced up at Phinn's flushed face, and then trailed down the crunched up torso as Phinn tried to keep his legs spread and back. It exposed Phinn's cock, sac, and ass, which was exactly what Malachi wanted.

The fact that Phinn's cock was already hard as a fucking lead pipe only went to show Malachi that his lover was thoroughly enjoying himself. Malachi drew the razor over the tight sac, slowly, sensually removing all traces of the fine, brown hair that graced Phinn's groin. "Had I known you liked me shaving you," he said, rinsing off the hair and shaving cream in the water before returning to Phinn's balls, "I'd have done this more often."

Phinn moaned, the thigh muscles under Malachi's hand quivering with each drag of the razor. "I swear, it wasn't this arousing last year." Another soft sound filled the small tiled space. "Hell, you weren't this arousing last year."

Malachi lifted an eyebrow, an amused smile on his lips. Their relationship had deepened and become more... interesting... in the last year, but certainly he hadn't been that boring. "Should I be insulted by that?" he asked while smearing more shave cream along the crack of Phinn's ass.

"Maybe," Phinn groaned.

And now Malachi had the perfect lead-in to the scene he wanted to do tonight. Phinn never disappointed him, and as he drew the razor carefully along the inside of Phinn's cheeks, he mused. "Hmm. What sort of penance should I demand for such an insult?" His eyes darted up to meet Phinn's. "After all, it should be creative, as I certainly wouldn't want to *bore* you again," he said, pressing his fingers into Phinn's hole, spreading him open.

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