Tecpatl
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Nick didn't want the boy to be afraid as he died. But he had to die. That was decided in the white hot lust that passed between them when their eyes met. In the exquisite perfection of the boy's body beneath his clothes. Such beauty must not be allowed to fade. So he bought the boy a drink and made small talk while their eyes consumed each other. So he took the boy home to kill him.
But he didn't want the boy to be afraid. So Nick kissed him tenderly so he would not sense the violence that was coming. He caressed him so he would not be afraid. And the boy's naked body was smooth liquid gold in the soft lamplight. And he stretched it with a feline grace against Nick's side as Nick's tongue teased his hardening nipple. And he moaned and writhed his hips as Nick's fingers traced his inner thigh. This was a body made for lust and pleasure.
And Nick knew how to make its final pleasures its most intense, with the tip of a tongue traced through the wispy hairs of an underarm, with a finger tracing spirals on a heavy ball, with teeth gently scraping the head of the straining cock. Nick was slow and deliberate as he sought out the places that brought sudden gasps of pleasure from the boy, that made his body shudder and arch. He allowed the boy to suck his cock and kiss him deeply because he could see it brought the boy pleasure, but Nick knew his own pleasure would come later.
At last he held the boy tight against his side, his left arm under the boy's neck, holding his face up to be kissed, the fingers of his right hand deep in the boy's tight hole, rubbing the spongy gland of his prostate as he gasped and moaned in pleasure.The boy had been stroking his own cock, but now his hands lay still on his belly as his cock strained from the stimulation inside. All at once the balls tightened up and the body arched as cum spurted and dribbled from the boy's cock again and again. The huge load spattered the boy's chest and belly.
When the cock finally lay against the boy, no longer erect but still long, Nick withdrew his fingers and used his hand to rub the cum all over the boy's belly and chest, fingering the nipples while he kissed the full lips over and over. At last he drew back and sat up, looking at the beautiful form stretched out beneath him. The boy looked up at him and smiled, his body wriggling deep into the bed and sheets. His hands stretched over his head as he heaved a deep contented smile. His eyes closed and he lay still, breathing gently.
It was in that moment that Nick drew the slim, sharp blade from between the mattresses and held it over the skin stretched in the point at the top of the boy's belly. As the boy drew a breath he plunged it in, up under the ribs, quickly feeling the heart ripped open through the steel. He moved the blade back and forth, slicing the frantically trembling heart to shreds in the boy's chest. There was a surprised gasp. And the boy's eyes fluttered open. But then they grew still as he sank back into the position he had been lying in, and they grew empty, staring at nothing.
Nick withdrew the blade and licked it, savoring the deep, salty, metallic taste of the heart's blood. Except for the trickle that oozed from the wound, the boy could be asleep.
Nick began to trace the lines of the body's still muscles with his tongue, starting with the arches of the perfect feet. He rubbed his cheek through the slight fuzz of hair on the shins and calves. He traced around the navel with the tip of his index finger. His tongue explored the lines of the abs and pecs. The nipples were flat and always would be, but he teased them with his tongue and teeth anyway, their lack of response making his cock grow harder and harder. He lay his head with his ear against the cooling chest, listening to the silence inside, no breath, no heartbeat, while he stroked his cock close to cumming.
When he finally came, it was on the face, his cum dripping from the motionless lips down into the slightly open mouth, spattering the lashes of still, sightless eyes.
Tomorrow he would have to rip the beauty to pieces, to dispose of it so it could not be traced. By this time tomorrow, the only record of it would be photos the boy had posted to Facebook or tumblr. But for now he lay down and wrapped his arms around it, pulling it close, entwining his legs with its, feeling a hand brush the small of his back, the cum and blood drying sticky on the chest pressed against his.
Nick kissed his own cum off the cool lips near his. And fell into a deep, contented sleep.
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