Page 83 of Hunted: Season Two

He does.

And by doing so I’m gifted a mouthwatering shot of his cut abs being given a spotlight courtesy of the moon.

Like it really needed to fucking highlight how tight his shit is.

The extra hours it’s clear he’s been putting into working out.

How his nipples are so goddamn perfect for my mouth.

Why those damn V muscles are ones that hockey prick – who will fuck anything –neverneeds to see.

Frustrated grumbles initially get lost by the sounds of the water rushing towards the inner corner of his eyes but when he begins moaning from the relief finally being found, they reappear alongside needier groans that grow my cock and my contemplation on how much it would burn my dick if it got alittlepepper spray on it while sucking.

Probably a lot.

But maybe it’d be that whole pain meets pleasure shit?

Remembering that the pepper spraying is why we’re here – versus some sexual fantasy replay of that old burger commercial with the blonde ditz – leads me to mentally gathering all the questions I need answers to when Rabbit comes down as opposed to more delicious images to get through the longer tow days.

The Kid instinctively moving his hands up towards his eyes – most likely to rub – prompts me to bite, “Don’t.”

He grunts his irritation.

Moves his face out of desperation for more relief.

Grunts again when it’s not felt.

“Patience, Kid.”

“Get it in his mouth too,” Rabbit declares upon her arrival with our largest pot filled to the brim.

“Familiar words,” I thoughtlessly mutter prior to running the hose around the area.

“Don’t swallow,” our woman instructs during her positioning. “Spit.”

“We swallow in this family,” leaves me without consideration for how serious she’s being.

Her eyes cut to mine to showcase her disapproval. “You won’t ever have to worry about that again if you don’t take this shit seriously.”

I regrettably nod in agreement.

I know he wasn’t hit in the face with something meaningless like silly string.

I know how much pain he’s in.

I can fuckinghearit.

I just…I also know if I hover too hard or too loud or too much it’ll fuck him up more.

Escalatethe situation.

Revhis engine.

Shiftthose gears that are doing their best to idle at the moment into gear to go until the panic outraces everything else.

Maybe it’s not the best map to follow, but it’s the one I know.

It’s the one that’s worked for us in the past.