Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“There’s blood in your hair.”
Miguel ran his hand over the braids. “We don’t exactly have time to visit a barber and redo everything.”
“I could help you deal with it if you help me dye my hair,” Nero said and rubbed his short green crop.
“Sure, I’ll help you, but you don’t know how to braid… or do you?” Miguel stepped closer, like a predator trying to keep its victim from running off.
It was damn hot, because while Miguel’s prey happened to have sharp teeth and claws, Nero liked his men to have a sense of power over him. He always went for the big, butch guys whose looks promised a hot ride.
“I can do a braid.”
Miguel wrapped his arm around Nero’s waist, sending goosebumps up Nero’s arms. He couldn’t believe he was getting so worked up when they weren’t even fucking. What was this? Teenagehood all over again?
“Okay, a simple braid will do, because I can’t have flies trying to eat bits of Esteban off my head.”
“They aren’t known for good taste,” Nero said and placed the dye on the edge of the tub before gesturing for Miguel to get into the water. “Go on, I need access to your hair.”
Miguel hesitated, but then leaned in to give Nero a quick kiss before stepping into the tub. Nero would have paid double the room price to get insight into his mind right now, but since that skull was harder than steel, he figured he’d just wait things out. He sat on the edge of the tub before swinging one of his feet into the water, right next to Miguel.
“I like it when you take initiative,” he said as he snapped the elastic band on the first braid.
“Oh?” Miguel glanced back at him with a spark of curiosity in his eye. “Do you mean… sexually?”
Adorable.
“Yeah. It’s hot to be with a man who knows what he wants,” Nero said, unwinding the twisted black hair that felt drier than his own right after bleaching. His gaze swept over the little shelf to his right, and he leaned in to grab a small bottle of conditioner, which he squeezed onto the braid before continuing the meticulous task. There was something primal about taking care of his man this way, and his past life hadn’t offered him many opportunities for this kind of experience. If he wanted to treat someone in the past, he’d pay for it, not do it himself, but as Miguel relaxed, and his crinkled hair was gradually revealed in its natural state, Nero found the process immensely satisfying.
“What do you like about it? You seem to always know what you want.”
Nero smirked, soon progressing to the other braid. “I guess I just like danger. Predators are my vice.”
“Do you see me as a predator?” Miguel asked, and the snakes on his skin seemed to come alive when he shifted in the water. The view woke a primal instinct deep in Nero, and he leaned in to pull his sharp bottom teeth over Miguel’s nape.
“Yeah. Quiet but deadly once it strikes. Like a jaguar.”
Miguel hummed. “I like the sound of that. I can be that for you.” As usual, he seemed to open up when they weren’t facing each other, and Nero would take advantage of that.
“I know. You’ve only started to sharpen your claws to tear into me properly,” Nero said with a grin as he finished the other braid and picked up a plastic bowl filled with hotel essentials. He tossed everything onto the shelf by the sink so he could use the container for dipping. Moments later, he used it to ladle the warm water over Miguel’s head.
“This feels good. Before I left Mexico, my mother used to braid my hair. I didn’t want a stranger doing it, and while I got used to it since, it's comforting to once again be touched by someone close to me. I don’t mean like a mother, I mean… you know.”
“You’re more than welcome to suck on my nipples… and not just on them,” Nero said, pouring more water over Miguel’s head. Just the idea of Miguel’s head diving between his thighs was getting him horny. He’d be the first dick in Miguel’s mouth, and teach him everything there was to know about giving amazing blowjobs. Including how to treat the Prince Albert, since it might not be comfortable to work with at first.
He didn’t like the silence that followed his teasing, but he rubbed shampoo into Miguel’s head, making sure to massage the scalp.
“M-maybe not just yet,” Miguel muttered. “I do love your nipples though. The piercings make them look hard, like you’re turned on all the time.”
Nero supposed sucking cock was one of the defining things about leaving the identity of a straight man behind, and Miguel wasn’t yet ready for it. Fair enough, considering Miguel had only kissed his first man two nights ago. There were many other ways for them to experience pleasure together anyway.