Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

He slapped Caspian’s hand away as if he weren’t a tiny pup barking at a Doberman. “I chose it all, because it’s cute. Alex just gave me the confidence to do it.”

Caspian stalled, because when Gunner glared at him that was exactly how he looked.

Cute.

Adorable in his anger.

“Yeah? That’s what you wanted? To show off your ass like this?” he whispered, mouth dry as he slapped Gunner’s buttock and saw it jiggle in the elongated mirror on the wall.

Gunner’s face went aflame, and the pink flush only made his eyes bluer. Had they always been so bright, or was the pale hair bringing out their color? “Hey! It’s not for you to touch, you… big gay!” Gunner choked out and pushed at Caspian’s chest, but he could as well have been a kitten trying to pounce on its mom.

Caspian shoved him at the wall, his nerves stretched thin in anticipation, and he grabbed the slim neck to make sure Gunner understood his place in the food chain. “No? It’s my body. My ass. My mouth,” he whispered, standing right in front of Gunner. His head was boiling. He could hardly think, but when Gunner looked up, his pink lips open, Caspian pushed in his thumb and pressed down on the soft, wet tongue.

His dick twitched.

It was fucked up. Insane.

But he couldn’t make himself pull away.

The pink of Gunner’s face turned into a bright red, and it hit Caspian how fuckable he was in comparison to an average Joe like Jordan. The big blue eyes betrayed tension, but instead of biting Caspian’s finger and running to safety, Gunner stood still like Caspian’s twinky wet dream and stared back.

There had to be a reason for this crazy body swap, so what if the universe had realized it made a mistake and put them back in the bodies they should have been born in? If Caspian was now a buff giant with a big dick, maybe Gunner was a gay little bottom, and his outside finally matched his inside? Why else would he have chosen to dress like the hotties Caspian watched on social media?

“You chased off my hook-up. I think you should pay up,” Caspian whispered, shocked yet increasingly aroused by the blurry gaze Gunner met his with. So maybe it was fucked up to lust after his own body this way, but it no longer felt his. Gunner wore it differently, as if it were a shabby jacket he’d found in the thrift store and upcycled with sequins.

He said nothing, and his passivity only fueled Caspian’s fire. He moved his thumb in and out of that warm mouth. Gunner raised his eyebrows and pointed to his chest with a question. Oh, the things Caspian could do to that slim body…

“Yes, you little slut,” Caspian said, so hot the air coming from his lips felt like smoke. He grabbed Gunner’s hand and pressed it to his crotch, gasping when his dick twitched in response to the touch.

Gunner melted against the wall, and the tight bright top clung to hardening nipples. He lowered his gaze, as if he were shy, but his soft lips tightened around Caspian’s digit, and… he sucked on it before squeezing Caspian’s growing package with a bit more boldness.

Gunner Russo was gay.

A revelation that made Caspian both giddy and horny for so many different reasons.

“All this time, you’ve been hiding in plain sight. You’ve been after me and called me slurs, and you’re gay yourself?” Caspian asked, pressing his thumb to the flesh under Gunner’s tongue and pulling him along as if his finger were a hook lodged in flesh.

His brain was turning into mush. Hatred, anger, and lust spun together, creating an intoxicating concoction that made his balls throb in equal measure to his fists. The need to dominate this man was so primal that bending him over felt like the only logical choice to make.

Gunner mumbled something, but with Caspian’s finger in the way, it came out unintelligibly. Since it sounded like excuses, Caspian didn’t care to listen and held Gunner by the jaw even as the slim fingers wrapped around his wrist. He’d show Gunner Russo what it felt like to be small, powerless, and forced into submission.

The clothes that would have seemed so alien, so wrong for Caspian emphasized how available Gunner was. And to think that all this time he’d kept the girlfriend as a beard and fucked around in secret.

Caspian shoved Gunner onto the bed the moment they reached it, already kicking off his shoes and climbing after him. His gaze licked up the line of Gunner’s ass, which the tight jeans showed off so perfectly. So shamelessly. He slapped it hard. “Take off your top.”

He sounded raspy.

Sexy.

Like he’d always wanted to.

His hand was so big when compared to the pert backside, and he couldn’t look away from this proof of his dominance, so aroused it was making his vision blurry. He could snap this guy in two, but chose to fuck him instead.