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Beg to Differ
The boy lay on his stomach on the bed. Arms folded; head propped on forearms. Funny that despite being close in age, Damien thought of Eliot as a boy. Innocent in some ways.
“I don’t need anything, Damien. It’s fine,” Eliot grumbled.
Damien surveyed the bruising on Eliot’s bare back. “I beg to differ. You don’t see what I see.”
Eliot looked at him over his left shoulder. Huffed out a breath. “Ain’t this gonna screw up the lesson?”
“The lesson was in taking the punishment. How to not get lost in the pain. Not everyone will care for you after. You should allow me. Enjoy it.” He smiled and winked.
Eliot shrugged again. “Fine. Whatever makes ya happy.”
Damien opened the aloe vera gel that had been warmed. Rubbed his hands together, then attacked the bruises.
“Ow! Fuck!” Eliot’s legs jerked and he scrambled to get away from Damien’s hands.
Damien grasped at Eliot’s hips to keep him still. “Eliot, stop squirming!”
“That hurts and you fucking know it! I must be out of my mind- “
Damien rested a knee on Eliot’s lower back. “Don’t be so dramatic. This will help. I promise. Aloe vera will help the pain and inflammation.”
Eliot relaxed little by little under Damien’s hands.
“See? Didn’t I tell you? Feels better already, hmm?” Eliot mumbled something unclear and snored softly.
Damien hummed to himself as he continued working on Eliot’s back. This one was special. He was smart but knew how to play the dumb muscle to his advantage. Knew how to take advantage of his looks as well.
Most importantly, he craved acceptance. And he was eager to learn.