Chapter 7Mahiro combs through the tails of his suede flogger and carefully lays them out on the table in one smooth line. He eyes them critically, looking for any flaws in the leather that could leave an unexpected mark or a cut, or for tresses that have broken completely. So far everything looks fine, but a few have stretched, the leather becoming slightly worn, so he snips them even with a sharp pair of leather-working scissors before hanging the flogger up in the cabinet to dry.
He wonders idly if Alex would like the heavier flogger hanging next to it, and imagines, for just a moment, the deep thud of the longer, heavier leather as it lands on Alex’s back, then later, pressing kisses to the sweet curve of his spine, the skin hot and damp under his lips as he f***s into him slowly.
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