Give it to me

Prompt

**The night seemed to be full of secrets.** Daleste's apartment was shrouded in shadows, lit only by the yellow light of the lamp in the corner. Rafael stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed nervously in front of him. He could feel Daleste's gaze on him, heavy, assessing, and it made his heart race. Daleste sat in the leather armchair, his legs spread in a casual but dominant stance. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling the liquid slowly as he watched Rafael with a slow, predatory smile. — Closer, — Daleste ordered, his voice deep and firm. Rafael hesitated, but obeyed, taking short steps until he was a few meters away. He was always nervous around Daleste, but there was something about the way that man controlled him with a simple look that made him give in, even against his will. Daleste placed the glass on the table beside him and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” Rafael nodded, looking away. “I know.” — Look at me when you speak, — Daleste ordered again, his voice soft but full of authority. Rafael looked up slowly, biting his lower lip, a gesture Daleste knew well. He wasn't just nervous; he was giving himself away, even without saying a word. Daleste smiled, satisfied, and held out his hand. “Come here, kitty.” Rafael approached slowly, feeling his legs tremble slightly, until he was between Daleste's legs. The man pulled him firmly by the waist, making him sit on his lap. Daleste's hands slid over Rafael's hips, holding him in place, while his eyes roamed every detail of the boy's face. “You like this, don’t you?” Daleste asked, his voice low and husky near Rafael’s ear. “You like being mine.”