Part 9

I smiled and kissed his cheek. Then I took my time with his body. I gently caressed his porcelain skin, every muscle, every part of him. I licked and sucked his most sensitive spots. I touched his hard cock, played with him, stroked him. Then my fingers found my favorite place on his body. I played with him, teased him, stretched and prepared him. When he was on the edge I grabbed the lube, crawled between his thighs, lifted his legs onto my shoulders, and slowly entered him. He closed his eyes for a short moment to accept me. Then he found my gaze and never let go. We made love slowly and gently, absorbing every moment, every touch, every feeling.

"Forgive me, Tata. Forgive my territorialness," I whispered.

"Forgive me, Perth. Forgive my recklessness," he added.

"I love you, Tata," I whispered.

"I love you, Tanabelt," he replied and kissed me.

The feeling of orgasm took us. We collapsed together, still watching Santa's right arm and his fractured wrist. I kissed his neck, relaxed and pleased that we had made it through our first argument. He hugged me with his left arm like he was never letting me go.

"You didn't say how tattooing was. Did it hurt?" I remembered.

"Hmm...what if I say I enjoyed it, that I enjoy that special pain, would that be weird? Would that make me weird?" he asked worriedly.

I smiled, because I knew that special, addicting feeling of pain caused by a tattoo needle pretty well.