All Chapters of His Mask, My Sin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter Two letter “The light cuts through the curtains in thin strips. Dust drifts through the strips like snow, and there’s a hint of a rainy and antiseptic smell in the air. Ezra has been cleaning something while I slept.” I open my eyes, and at once the warmth on the left becomes aware. It is Ezra’s coat, of course. Ezra must have thrown it over me last night. It smells of woodsmoke, of cedar, and that tang of steel, that echo that seems to cling to him as if it were a memory. I lie there frozen for a long time, listening. The rain has let up, but there is a new noise in its place, the labored breathing of someone in the hallway. I sit up. The wooden plank is filled with creaks as I move. " Silence. It isn't until I have beaten that beat, that rhythm, that I can hear the sound of the kettle switching on in the kitchen: He's awake. I pull the coat carefully aside and creep to the door. "Mom? Where are you?" The hallway is cooler than it was, somehow as though the

It is as if the house is tilting from the moment I enter it. Bigger than cold. Bigger than the cold. It is as though the electric or lightning has energized the interior of the air that is on the outer side, with clean sharp angles. "I shut the door tight behind me and press myself back against it, my body gasping for enough air to keep me standing. I am still shaking from what happened in the alley. What I saw there: Ezra’s image disappearing into the darkness, a figure hitting the ground, and then that voice whispering in flashes of light through the chinks in reality. Bodies moving of their own accord. A voice that was not mine, but mine with every breath." “No,” I respond. I just stand there, listening. I hear faint whispers in my mind. I “The house listens back.” A soft sound of creaking comes from above me. This is as if a step is being taken. This makes me shiver I swallow hard and push off the door. “Ezra?” My voice doesn't carry far. “Are you home?” No answer

We don’t make it far.The street outside the house is empty in that wrong way—too quiet, too still, like the world has pulled its breath in and forgotten how to let it out. The storm has moved on, but the air still smells charged, metallic, buzzing faintly against my skin.Ezra walks half a step in front of me.Not touching.But close enough that I feel him there, like a wall, like a promise he’s ready to break the world to keep.“You should’ve stayed inside,” he mutters.“You didn’t,” I reply.He glances back, jaw tight. “That’s different.”“It shouldn’t be.”He doesn’t answer.The sigil over my heart still burns faintly beneath my shirt. Not pain, pressure. Like something inside me is pushing outward, testing the limits of skin and bone. Every step feels heavier than the last.Halfway down the block, Ezra stops.So suddenly I nearly walk into him.His head tilts, eyes unfocused, listening to something I can’t hear.“Ezra?”“Don’t move,” he says.The word lands sharp. Commanding.My

Few hours later, I was just helping around the new place, there was a broken wall and I was giving a helping hand while Ezra rested.."Ooh look what we have here!" A familiar voice sounded behind me, it was Ezra. "So you are a worksman now, you just keep impressing me."I smiled and proceeded to step back a little put some space between myself and him, but immediately some sort of metal scratched through the surface of my chest down to my ribs."Ahhh fuck!" I lamented in pain as I started to bleed.Ezra immediately ran towards me."Sh*t Aidan are you ok?" He asked as he held me.."It hurts," whispered in pain to him!."Come on now, let's take you inside and get that treated." He said as we proceeded inside straight into his room."Stay here, I'll be right back, I'll go get the medical kit." I slowly nodded in obedience.When he came back with a medical kit, his expression was unreadable."Take your shirt off," he said simply.I hesitated, watching him.Ezra sighed and knelt down besid

I quickly realized that, just like me, Henry was a natural born cocksucker. He took about 2/3 of my length into his mouth, smoothly bobbing up and down. I could feel his spit drip down my shaft, lubricating the full length of my dick. I guided his hand to the base, where he wrapped it around my thick shaft and started to suck and stroke me. I was in heaven as this incredibly hot guy who was nothing but my step brother until a day ago gave me every part of himself. He even tried to take me all the way in a few times, and even though he gagged once or twice, he continued to suck me with passion and skill. I couldn’t usually com from a blow job, but I started to feel the familiar tingling sensation deep in my prostate start up as his warm, wet lips passed over the head of my cock. I knew I wasn’t ready yet, though. I knew that I had to feel Ezra inside of me, fucking me. I gently pulled his mouth off of my cock and looked into those gorgeous eyes. I think he knew almost