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Adult ++
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What to do with an old newspaper
Author: Boof
Title: What to do with an old newspaper
Paring: Roy/ Havoc
Warning: NC17, kinky PWP smut for the hell hell hell of it
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, No profit, no harm
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\"Open your legs.\"
Havoc stares up at the voice from his vulnerable position of the kitchen table covered in newspaper.
\"I don\'t want to.\" He spreads his knees but keeps his ankles clamped together.
\"It\'s not going to work if you don\'t lift your legs.\" Roy\'s voice sounds agitated. \"It\'s getting cold. Hurry up.\"
\'It\'s going to hurt.\" Havoc whines.
\"This was your idea.\" Roy reminds as he dips the spatula into the jar and smears a large globe of hot wax on to Havocs thigh. He rubs the pre-cut fabric strip a few times to make sure it\'s good and stuck and then he yanks.
\"That wasn\'t so bad.\" Roy says smiling as Havoc writhes on the table. \"It was actually kind of fun.\"
\"Fuck you.\" Havoc hisses through clenched teeth. He is instantly hard.
\"Oh god that hurt.\" His hand reaches down to stroke his erection.
\"I bet.\" Roy stands ready with a cloth in hand and a heap of wax in the other.
\"No, don\'t,\" Havoc drops his hand away from his cock and grips the edge of the table. \",do it again.\" He lifts his legs high, showing Roy where he doesn\'t want to be hurt.
Roy laughs. \"You have the funny pages printed on your ass.\" He spreads havocs thighs open even more and draws a line of wax close to his balls. The area is already dark and hot to the touch, it takes a second longer then before for the wax to set up so he wastes time by cupping Havocs sac, only to be swatted away.
\"Just get it over with\" Havoc braces himself.
He twists his face into a knot and yells at the ceiling when the strip is torn away and all his short blond hairs go with it. He wants to touch the place where it hurts and rub it away. But it\'s too tender to so he rubs his cock instead. Soon the bad feeling are confused with the good and he\'s thrusting up off the table, chasing the sting as it quickly fades. \"Again. Give it to me again. Quick.\"
Roy shakes his head and grabs a handful of strips. He sticks one after the other across the back of Havocs thighs. Where the other strips have been pulled the skin is smooth and red and slightly swollen.
Havoc moans as the hot wax touches his skin. It doesn\'t hurt as bad anymore. His skin is going numb from the rush of endorphins. \"Come on.\" He begs.
Roy smiles as he yanks the strips away, being careful not to get hit as Havoc kicks his legs in reflex. One after the other the fly strips of sticky wax fall to the newspaper.
The blond on the table hurts. Tears line his eyes and his teeth are sealed tight in a grimace of pain. His body rocks from side to side and his hand never stops moving.
Faster.
Faster.
Havoc keeps jerking off to deceive his brain into thinking that his legs are not burning. Pain and pleasure are like hot and cold to his mind- sometimes he gets them mixed up. He knew this the first time he rammed his shin in to the hamper door as a kid and then sat down in the bath tub and masturbated.
Havoc whimpers and moans and pants as the last of the strips are pealed off his skin. The little nerves around his groin keep getting more and more attention. After being abused the skin is hyper sensitive to touch and that makes for one hell of an orgasm.
His back arches off the table.
\"Oh!\"
He comes all over himself.
The fluid drips hot down his side, but most of it, and there is a lot, pools on his belly.
Seconds later he hears Roy. He sounds like a Doctor just told him to open wide and say \"Ahh\" Roy\'s warm cum drips down the back of Havocs leg, irritating the raw flesh.
Havoc lays still. Trying not to move and hoping for an ice pack. But he knows he\'s not going to be allowed up until Roy is done with him.
Roy pulls a chair over to the table and lights one of Havocs cigarettes. He\'s staring silently at the red, swollen and soaked mess laying on his table. Havoc is the reason he stopped recycling his newspapers.
He exhales. A cloud of smoke drifts over to Havoc, who reaches out a hand for a drag.
Roy hands him the cigarette and then gets to work. \"This mess won\'t clean it\'s self.\" Running a hand over Havoc\'s chest, Roy raises a slick finger to Havocs lips. Smoke pours out of Havocs mouth while he licks Roy\'s finger clean.
Title: What to do with an old newspaper
Paring: Roy/ Havoc
Warning: NC17, kinky PWP smut for the hell hell hell of it
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, No profit, no harm
~
\"Open your legs.\"
Havoc stares up at the voice from his vulnerable position of the kitchen table covered in newspaper.
\"I don\'t want to.\" He spreads his knees but keeps his ankles clamped together.
\"It\'s not going to work if you don\'t lift your legs.\" Roy\'s voice sounds agitated. \"It\'s getting cold. Hurry up.\"
\'It\'s going to hurt.\" Havoc whines.
\"This was your idea.\" Roy reminds as he dips the spatula into the jar and smears a large globe of hot wax on to Havocs thigh. He rubs the pre-cut fabric strip a few times to make sure it\'s good and stuck and then he yanks.
\"That wasn\'t so bad.\" Roy says smiling as Havoc writhes on the table. \"It was actually kind of fun.\"
\"Fuck you.\" Havoc hisses through clenched teeth. He is instantly hard.
\"Oh god that hurt.\" His hand reaches down to stroke his erection.
\"I bet.\" Roy stands ready with a cloth in hand and a heap of wax in the other.
\"No, don\'t,\" Havoc drops his hand away from his cock and grips the edge of the table. \",do it again.\" He lifts his legs high, showing Roy where he doesn\'t want to be hurt.
Roy laughs. \"You have the funny pages printed on your ass.\" He spreads havocs thighs open even more and draws a line of wax close to his balls. The area is already dark and hot to the touch, it takes a second longer then before for the wax to set up so he wastes time by cupping Havocs sac, only to be swatted away.
\"Just get it over with\" Havoc braces himself.
He twists his face into a knot and yells at the ceiling when the strip is torn away and all his short blond hairs go with it. He wants to touch the place where it hurts and rub it away. But it\'s too tender to so he rubs his cock instead. Soon the bad feeling are confused with the good and he\'s thrusting up off the table, chasing the sting as it quickly fades. \"Again. Give it to me again. Quick.\"
Roy shakes his head and grabs a handful of strips. He sticks one after the other across the back of Havocs thighs. Where the other strips have been pulled the skin is smooth and red and slightly swollen.
Havoc moans as the hot wax touches his skin. It doesn\'t hurt as bad anymore. His skin is going numb from the rush of endorphins. \"Come on.\" He begs.
Roy smiles as he yanks the strips away, being careful not to get hit as Havoc kicks his legs in reflex. One after the other the fly strips of sticky wax fall to the newspaper.
The blond on the table hurts. Tears line his eyes and his teeth are sealed tight in a grimace of pain. His body rocks from side to side and his hand never stops moving.
Faster.
Faster.
Havoc keeps jerking off to deceive his brain into thinking that his legs are not burning. Pain and pleasure are like hot and cold to his mind- sometimes he gets them mixed up. He knew this the first time he rammed his shin in to the hamper door as a kid and then sat down in the bath tub and masturbated.
Havoc whimpers and moans and pants as the last of the strips are pealed off his skin. The little nerves around his groin keep getting more and more attention. After being abused the skin is hyper sensitive to touch and that makes for one hell of an orgasm.
His back arches off the table.
\"Oh!\"
He comes all over himself.
The fluid drips hot down his side, but most of it, and there is a lot, pools on his belly.
Seconds later he hears Roy. He sounds like a Doctor just told him to open wide and say \"Ahh\" Roy\'s warm cum drips down the back of Havocs leg, irritating the raw flesh.
Havoc lays still. Trying not to move and hoping for an ice pack. But he knows he\'s not going to be allowed up until Roy is done with him.
Roy pulls a chair over to the table and lights one of Havocs cigarettes. He\'s staring silently at the red, swollen and soaked mess laying on his table. Havoc is the reason he stopped recycling his newspapers.
He exhales. A cloud of smoke drifts over to Havoc, who reaches out a hand for a drag.
Roy hands him the cigarette and then gets to work. \"This mess won\'t clean it\'s self.\" Running a hand over Havoc\'s chest, Roy raises a slick finger to Havocs lips. Smoke pours out of Havocs mouth while he licks Roy\'s finger clean.