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“Don’t do it, baby.”

Techie pouted. He refused to look Matt in
the eye, choosing instead to focus his whirring irises on the table in front of
him.

“Cream puff, are you even listening to me?”

Techie sniffed. He wiped his sleeve-covered
fist under his nose and pouted some more.

“Baby, you know you can’t do this anymore.
You know what’ll happen.”

Techie’s bottom lip began to tremble.

“I… It kills me to see you hurting.”

By the nail scraping back and forth along
the edge of the table Matt could tell. Techie was fidgeting himself to
resolution.

“Please, baby, for me. Please don’t do
this.”

Techie raised his chin, his eyes finally
meeting Matt’s. “I love you Mattie. You know that, right? It’s just… there’s one
thing, one, that I love more.”

“Please…” Matt whispered.

Techie picked up his spoon.

“No.”

He scooped up a mound of ice-cream, eyes never
leaving Matt’s.

“Please, baby.”

Techie licked his dry lips and held them
open, his tongue waiting. He brought the spoon up, fed it into his mouth,
wrapped his lips around it. His eyes fluttered closed and a visceral deep moan
of pleasure hummed through him as he drew the spoon out. He tipped his head
back and licked his lips, the red fall of his loose hair almost reaching the
floor now. He moaned again.

Matt watched the long white column of his
neck ripple as he swallowed the creamy sweetness down.

Techie moaned one last long, “Ohhh,
Mattie,” to the ceiling above and brought his hands to his belly.

“Already baby?” Matt crouched down by the
side of the chair and covered Techie’s bony knee with his hand.

“It’s so good Mattie.” Techie lolled his head
along the back of the chair. “It’s so good. I love it.”

“I know you do baby but…”

He was interrupted by another moan from
Techie. It was the moan Matt had come to recognize as the ever so complicated I regret everything, I regret nothing
moan.

“Stop me, Mattie.” Techie grasped at his
belly with one hand and brought another spoonful of ice-cream to his mouth. “Hurts
so good,” he garbled around the cold cream filling his mouth.

The bite marks on his hand from the last
time he’d tried to stop Techie were still healing. But Matt was determined to
help his boy, always, so he snuck his hand tentatively toward the bowl. It was
snatched away, a growling snarl transforming Techie’s sweet face.

“Okay, okay,” Matt held his hands up.

Techie hissed. “Mine.”

“I know baby, I know. How about I get you a
nice cosy hot pack for the aftermath instead.”

Techie narrowed his eyes and grunted before
his face slowly calmed into a smile. “’Kay, Mattie,” he said, and kept
shoveling the sweet sweet icy joy into his mouth.