Chapter 2: First Emotional Exchange
Ron laid back against the bed and watched as nix shifted next to him in his sleep his thighs falling open and exposing the boys kimono. Ron's eyes widened as he saw the soft pink lips of nix's pussy. Ron's cock hardened instantly at the sight of the boy's cunt. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over the soft lips of nix's pussy. Nix moaned softly in his sleep and shifted his hips to give Ron better access. Ron's fingers slipped easily between the soft lips of nix's pussy and he began to stroke the boys clit gently. Nix moaned louder and began to grind his hips against Ron's hand. Ron's cock was rock hard and he began to stroke it through his pants as he played with nix's pussy.
He couldn't believe the boy was a cunt boy. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He slipped a finger inside nix's tight pussy and the boy moaned louder and began to grind harder against his hand. Ron added another finger and began to fuck nix's pussy with his fingers. Nix's moans were getting louder and he was grinding harder against Ron's hand. Ron could feel nix's pussy getting wetter and he knew the boy was close to coming.
Ron couldn't take it anymore, he needed to taste nix's pussy. He slipped his fingers out of nix's pussy and brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean.
His eyes were still locked on nix's face as he tasted the boy's sweetness. He moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of nix's arousal.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Ron muttered, his voice rough with desire.
Nix's eyes fluttered open, his breath hitching as he saw Ron's lips glistening with his own juices. His body was still trembling from the pleasure Ron had given him, and he couldn't help but whimper softly as Ron's fingers traced the outline of his pussy again.
Ron couldn't resist anymore.
He leaned over Nix, his breath hot against the boy's ear. "Wake up, pretty boy," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down Nix's spine.
Nix's eyes fluttered open, his golden irises wide and dazed. He looked up at Ron, his lips slightly parted, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "R-Ron?" Nix whispered, his voice trembling.
Ron's red eyes burned into Nix's, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Yeah, it's me," he replied, his voice rough with desire.
His hand slid down the boy's body, gripping his thigh possessively as he pulled Nix closer. "You're mine now, you little cunt boy."
Nix's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ron's fingers traced the outline of his pussy. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, for the first time in his life, he felt *alive*. His body was betraying him, his pussy already slick with arousal, his clit throbbing with need.
Ron's fingers slipped inside Nix's pussy, filling him up with a slow, deliberate motion. Nix moaned, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him.
His fingers dug into the sheets, his nails leaving crescent marks in the silk. Ron’s fingers were magic, stretching him open with a slow, relentless pressure that made his breath come in short, desperate gasps. He could feel the boy’s pussy clenching around his fingers, his body betraying him in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” Nix whimpered, his voice raw with need. “Ron… please—”
Ron’s red eyes darkened, his grip tightening on Nix’s thigh. “Please what, *cunt boy*?” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. “You want me to fuck you?
Is that what you’re begging for?” Ron’s voice was a dark, guttural growl, his red eyes burning into Nix’s trembling body. His fingers were still buried deep inside the boy’s pussy, stretching him open, making him gasp and writhe beneath him. “Say it, *pretty boy*. Tell me what you want.”
Nix’s breath came in ragged, shallow pants, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desperate need. He had never felt anything like this before—never been this *seen*, this *wanted*. His pussy was so wet, so tight around Ron’s fingers, that he could feel the slickness dripping down his thighs.
Ron’s eyes were locked onto Nix’s face, watching every twitch, every gasp, every fucking moan that slipped from the boy’s lips. He could feel Nix’s body tensing, his pussy clenching around his fingers as he got closer and closer to coming.
“Fuck, Ron,” Nix gasped, his voice ragged. “I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” Ron growled, his voice a dark command. He slipped his fingers out of Nix’s pussy, leaving the boy whimpering and desperate. “Not until I say so.”
Nix’s eyes fluttered open, his golden irises wide and pleading.
“Please, Ron,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need—”
Ron’s red eyes flashed, his grip on Nix’s thigh tightening. “You need what, pretty boy?” he growled, his voice a dark, dangerous rumble. “Tell me what you fucking need.”
Nix’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Ron’s fingers traced the outline of his pussy again. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, he couldn’t help but beg. “I need you to fuck me, Ron,” he gasped, his voice raw with desperation. “Please, I need your cock inside me.”
Ron’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk.
His red eyes burned into Nix’s trembling body as he slowly unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather snapping against his hips sending a shiver down Nix’s spine. The boy’s breath hitched as Ron’s fingers deftly worked at the buttons of his pants, the fabric parting to reveal the thick, veined length of his cock—hard, flushed, and dripping with arousal.
Nix’s mouth went dry. He had never seen anything like it before. The way Ron’s cock twitched, the way the head glistened with pre-cum, the way his heavy balls hung heavy and tight—it was all too much, too *real*.