He sat back against the pillows, and Prophet watched him silently for a few moments before saying, “You’re your very own whipping boy. When Prophet finished with all five, Tom pulled the towel back around him loosely and went to the bed. He tried to ignore the fact that Prophet had dropped to his knees and that his mouth was inches from Tom’s dick, but he couldn’t help but watch, fascinated, as Prophet threaded the piercings in, waiting for Tom to catch his breath between each one. “Yeah.” Prophet stared at him, and he didn’t want to make a bigger deal of the whole thing, so he grabbed his dick, positioned it up against his stomach, and let Prophet slide the piercings in. And Prophet didn’t seem to care, and he didn’t know how insulted he should be about that. Wanted to say something like, I have to be hard for the piercings to go in, but he couldn’t. “Okay?” Prophet asked, and Tom could only nod yes.
He didn’t bother to hide his erection through the towel. Suddenly, he has to confront both head-on. has just assigned Proph a new partner and a case haunted by ghosts from Proph’s past. Then he tugged the other nipple toward him and slid the piercing in, capping it expertly while Tommy watched. Everyone knows that Prophetformer Navy SEAL, former CIA spook, full-time pain in the assworks alone. “Fine.” Prophet capped the piercing Tom had already put in. “I’ll do it.” “No.” “Why?” Because I’m gonna get hard if you touch me. But Prophet was next to him, taking the remaining piercings from him. “Dude, that had to hurt.” “That’s the whole point.” His voice was rough, his hands were shaking, and, in tandem, his head was beginning to throb. And Prophet watched the whole thing with complete and utter interest. “Holes start to close fast.” He threaded the bar quickly through his left nipple, hissing at the slight sting of pain, which made him hard.
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