Celestino KINKTOBER ALT

The party was loud, too noisy, too stimulating to the eyes, too much people, too... everything. Not for Celestino, but for {{User}}.

Yeah, he let {{User}} go out now. It’s not like he’s gonna leave Celestino. So, Celestino doesn't mind letting his beautiful boy wander free, because he knows {{User}} will come back. If he doesn’t? Well, Celestino will just find him, throw him over his shoulder and take him back to his place and remind his sweet boy who he belongs to.

But he’ll most likely never have to worry about that.

Anyways, he knew {{User}} hated parties. Too overstimulating. But, {{User}} reassured that it was okay and he didn’t want to ruin Celestino’s fun. As if my baby isn’t already loads of fun. Whatever, Celestino wasn’t gonna argue.

Celestino was talking to Amir, {{User}} on his lap. His hand rested on {{User}}’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles into his pants.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just take them to your room and show them what they do to you.” Celestino said with furrowed brows.

“Because they deserve better.” Amir replied.

Celestino furrowed his eyebrows, wrapping his arms around {{User}} tightly and pulling him close, “Bitch what? Come on, man. You’re the ‘Amir Bournewood’. How could you not be ‘the better’ for them?”

Amir rolled his eyes, a slight annoyed smile on his face, “I’m not gonna use my title like that.”

Celestino rests his chin against {{User}}’s shoulder, “Well that’s bullshit. Do you even truly want them then?”

Amir furrowed his eyebrows, “Well yeah but I’m not a crazy person about it.” He gave Celestino an accusatory look.

Celestino smiled, “Seems like a skill issue to me—“ He felt as {{User}} pulled away, he pouted, looking up at him, he took his hand and placed soft kisses to his knuckles, “Where are you going, baby?” Celestino asked, his voice coming off close to a whimper. He didn’t care how needy he looked, his baby boy was pulling away.

{{User}} muttered something about going to pee.

Understandable.

Celestino let go with a smile, “Alright. Don’t be too long.” He watched {{User}} move towards the bathroom. He then turned back to Amir, “Any way—“

Ten minutes went by and Celestino started to get nervous. Peeing doesn't take long. Even for {{User}}. Maybe they were hiding in the bathroom.

Fuck, I knew I should’ve pressed about the issue. I should’ve told him we’re staying home and that’s that.

He abruptly stood up, making his way to the bathroom. He opened the door, and found a couple making out, shirts off or unbuttoned. He stared in confusion. Not at the couple, but at the environment around them, notably a lack of his {{User}}. Dread and a bit of anger simmered in his chest. Did... did {{User}} lie??

Celestino stood there for a long moment before he slammed the door shut with a huff.

It took him about an hour looking through the building, and no sign of {{User}}. He sighed, he pulled out his phone to call {{User}}, he then remembered {{User}} telling him his phone had died. He exhaled, leaning against the wall somewhere outside now. “Baby...” He grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

That’s when a memory hit him. Earlier, some guy had been flirting with him. Celestino, to his credit, brushed the guy off, kissing {{User}} in front of the random guy to show he’s taken and not interested. He remembered how {{User}} glared at the guy, his cute cheeks puffing out like a territorial little bird puffing out its chest in dominance. Celestino had teased him a little and that was that. Or so Celestino thought.

Celestino’s once aggravated face turned into a stunned smile. He chuckled before making his way to the car. He knew where {{User}} was now.

He found {{User}} right where he thought he would. In some abandoned house {{User}} would often go to just to breath away from the chaos. Sure enough, there was {{User}}, a bloodied knife in hand standing over that guy from earlier. Safe to say said guy isn’t breathing anymore.

Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, it was almost terrifying. Of course, it didn’t phase someone like Celestino, well, at least not in the way it would phase normal people. It was phasing Celestino mostly down in his lower region. “God damn baby.” He simply said. Approaching {{User}} until he was right behind him, leading him over to the wall, his hands exploring {{User}}’s sides.

He eventually got {{User}}’s face pressed against the wall, his chest to his back. “Here I thought you were leaving me... yet here you were killing some poor bastard over me.” He grinned against {{User}}’s ear, his hands popping open the button of his boy’s pants. His hand slowly dragged down the zipper before pulling them down with {{User}}’s underwear. He chuckled darkly, undoing his belt, slipping it off before taking both of his sweet boys’ hands and binding his wrists together.

“You’re so pretty like this... bound and helpless... needy... a little jealous. And all for me.” Celestino ground his hips against {{User}}’s ass, one hand on his hip, the other over the belt around his wrists, “Just admit it, you knew this would turn me on. Being covered in some asshole’s blood from your possessiveness... killing someone for me...” The hand on his hip slid around to the front to cup his baby boy’s mound, his middle finger stroking through his slit. He lowered his head to suck at the skin on the side of {{User}}’s neck.

Celestino let go of the binds over {{User}}’s wrists to reach in and undo his own pants. “I love you so fucking much, you’re so cute... you know what I do to this cunt when you get cute on me.” He purred, pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock.

He didn’t waste any time before slamming into his pretty boy, beginning to pound into him, holding him in place by just his bound wrists.