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BONDING THEORY
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2026-06-07 23:35:46
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THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT BONDING THEORY
Chapter 67 – BONDING THEORYAaron signed the contract with a lazy flick of the pen, his signature bold and confident across the bottom of the page. He slid it back toward Leon without a word, eyes already gleaming with that familiar dark satisfaction.Leon took it quickly, folded the paper, and shoved it deep into his bag like it might bite him. His heart was still racing from the earlier tension. He patted the Chemistry textbook between them, trying to regain control.“Chem time,” he said firmly.Aaron bit his lip, the small motion sending an unwanted spark straight through Leon’s chest. The older boy leaned back on the bench, legs spread wide, looking far too relaxed for someone who was failing the class. The rooftop breeze ruffled his dark hair, and the sunlight highlighted the sharp contours of his face, making him look annoyingly perfect. Leon forced his eyes down to the textbook, gripping the edges until his knuckles whitened.“Let’s start with bonding theory,” Leon said, flippi
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT JUST ONCE
Chapter 66Leon nodded once, sharp and deliberate, his jaw set even as his pulse hammered in his throat. The contract felt like both armor and a trap in his hands. He watched Aaron unfold the paper, eyes narrowing as the other boy began reading it aloud in that low, mocking tone that always seemed to crawl under Leon’s skin.“Leon Carter will tutor Aaron Blake in Chemistry until he gets a B so he can remain on the hockey team,” Aaron read, his voice smooth and amused. “And Aaron Blake in return will tutor Leon Carter in seduction and popularity until he becomes proficient. Both parties should keep this strictly confidential.”Aaron’s lips twitched. He lowered the paper slightly and turned to Leon, one eyebrow raised.“Are you serious?”“Obviously,” Leon shot back, voice steady despite the heat rising in his cheeks. He crossed his arms tighter, refusing to look away. “Any amendments or redlines?”Aaron studied him for a long second, that dangerous smirk slowly spreading across his face
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT ON MY ARMS
Chapter 65Leon stood a few feet away from the bench, arms crossed tightly over his chest like a shield. The rooftop breeze tugged at his hoodie, but it did nothing to cool the unease crawling under his skin. Aaron sat there casually, legs spread, one arm draped along the back of the bench like he owned the entire school. That smirk was already playing on his lips, dark eyes watching Leon like prey that hadn’t decided to run yet.Leon didn’t move closer. “I’m fine standing.”Aaron tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Come on. I don’t bite.” He paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough for the tension to thicken. “Well… unless it’s lesson three.”Leon’s breath hitched. Heat flashed across his face before he could stop it. The memory of Aaron’s finger on his lips, the almost-kiss against the bookshelf, the way his pulse had raced under that possessive touch — it all crashed back in vivid color. He glared, trying to look unbothered even as his rebellious heart h
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT TEACH
CHAPTER 64– TEACHLeon woke up later than usual, the fever having finally broken sometime in the early morning hours but leaving him groggy and disoriented. Sunlight streamed through the small attic window, casting slanted beams across the cluttered space. His body felt heavy, limbs aching from the restless night filled with fragmented dreams of anonymous messages, Aaron’s intense gaze, and the strange image of his father slipping through the side door with grocery bags at an ungodly hour. He glanced at his phone—8:47 AM. School started soon. No time to dwell.He dragged himself out of bed, wincing at the faint soreness in his scraped knees as he peeled off the bandages. A quick shower in the tiny upstairs bathroom helped clear some of the fog. The hot water soothed his skin but did nothing to quiet the questions swirling in his mind. His father’s late return kept replaying: the faint cologne scent, the too-smooth excuse about a church meeting, the way he had moved with a subtle stiff
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT HOME AT 1AM?
CHAPTER 63– HOME AT 1AM?Leon stirred in the narrow attic bed, his throat dry and scratchy from the lingering fever. Waking up around 1 AM to drink water had become a nightly routine during his illness. The attic was stuffy, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and the faint herbal remnants of his mother’s tea. He rubbed his eyes, pushed the thin blanket aside, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His scraped knees still throbbed faintly under the bandages as he stood up and padded quietly toward the small door.The house was usually dead silent at this hour, but as Leon descended the attic stairs, he heard the faint click of the side entrance door opening below. He paused on the landing, peering down through the railing. The kitchen light flicked on, casting a soft glow into the hallway. His father stepped inside carrying several grocery bags, moving with the careful quietness of someone trying not to wake the house.Leon’s brow furrowed. Shock rippled through him. His f
THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT BACK HOME
CHAPTER 62– BACK HOMEThe older man stepped out of the bathroom stall on slightly unsteady legs, the cool rush of air from the main area brushing against his flushed skin. His body still hummed with aftershocks, thighs burning and a slow trickle of cum leaking down the inside of his leg as he pulled his pants back up. The evidence of being thoroughly used remained hidden beneath the fabric. The younger man in the sleek black mask had already slipped away after one last satisfied look. No words exchanged. No numbers. Just the silent agreement of a mask party—one night of raw release with no traces left behind.He waited a minute inside the bathroom, adjusting his crimson mask and smoothing down his shirt. The ornate mask had stayed firmly in place the entire time, even during the most intense moments. It had hidden his face completely while he was on his knees and later bent over, moaning against the cold tiles. That anonymity had made everything sharper, more dangerous. He washed his
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