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ALEX

The next morning, I wake up before he does. I watch him sleep for a long time, feeling warm and content. Moving in with Noel was the best decision I've ever made. Having him advocate for me so strongly has given me hope. Noel stirs while I watch his eyes flutter open, rubbing them gently.

“How do you feel?” I ask as he stretches out beside me, hair mussed and skin glowing. He cracks an eye open, mouth turning up in a barely suppressed grin.

“Like I had your dick inside me all night,” he laughs, climbing over top me to settle over my stomach. He rests his head on my chest and cuddles against me, his eyes still closed.

“Can I get you some pills for the pain?”

“Nah. I'm good.”

I run my hand over his back soothingly. “We should go shower.”

He groans. “I like smelling like you.”

I wrap my arms around him harshly, breathing him in and living in the moment. “How about I get us some coffee then?”

“Coffee would be good.” He sits back, rubbing at his eyes again. I check my phone for the time.

“Damn, we slept ‘til twelve.”

“No wonder I have a headache.”

I inspect his body for any signs of discomfort as he cracks his neck and eventually moves off me to the side. “Lay back down, doe eyes. I know you're hurting.”

He finally opens his tired eyes to give me a sleepy grin. “But it felt so good last night, right?” His mischievous smile makes my chest tighten.

I place a gentle hand over his face and push back. “Don't give me that look.”

“Go get me coffee,” he demands, and I absolutely obey.

“Fuck off,” I tell him as I get up and put on sweats before opening up his door as quietly as possible. The kitchen is empty. I go about making our two cups, then brush my teeth while I wait for the coffee to finish brewing.

When I walk back in carrying our cups, he's on his stomach, spread out over my pillow.

I sit on the edge of the bed and tap his cheek. “C'mon, drink.” He breathes in deeply and moves to sit up. I hand him his cup carefully.

“Thank you,” he says, and then his eyes widen. “Holy shit!”

“What?”

“Your neck!”

"Oh, the hickeys?” I snort, knowing how black and red my neck and shoulders look. His teeth marks are imprinted on a couple too. It’s hot as shit, but Noel is probably thinking about the other bruises I get. The ones my father gives me.

He looks flustered, red cheeks, mouth parted open. “I bruised you so bad, oh my God, Alex, I'm so sorry!”

“Fuck are you apologizing for?”

“I didn't think about how it'd look after…”

“Chill out and drink your coffee. You're being ridiculous. I like these. Your neck looks the same, by the way,” I say, bringing the cup to my lips.

“I don't care about how mine look, you've given me hickeys before.”

He finally let's it go, drinking his coffee with a relaxed sigh. We drink our cups in silence for a while, until I grab my phone again and see I have a text from my father.

“Shit,” I whisper, and Noel pops his head up to stare at me with a troubled look.

“What is it?”

“My father. He's pissed. This is his third time asking me about my arrival.”

He scoffs. “He’ll figure it out when you never see him again.”

I stare at Noel, my mind reeling at his comment. And then I slowly start to smile. “When did you get so feisty?”

He shrugs, taking a long sip. “Around the time you showed up, probably.”

“Hilarious.”

“Aren't I always?”

I take his cup and place both of them on the nightstand.

“Hey, I wasn't done—”

I crash my lips against his, morning breath be damned, because I love him. So damn much that it hurts.

And I need him to understand just how strongly I feel about him.

It isn't full on X-rated smooches with tongue and spit, but a soft, gentle reminder that he's the greatest, most important thing in my world.

There will be time for the other kind later.

“I don't want to talk about him right now. Let's relax for the rest of the day.” I give him one more quick kiss on his pouty lips.

Noel nods in a daze. “Yeah, okay.”

I save the argument for another time.

After washing up, we spend the day not doing anything of importance. I can tell Noel's body is sore from sex last night. He doesn't say it, but I know he is. We do homework for school, I draw in my sketchbook, and I take care of him, getting him pills and making him lunch. We watch TV on the couch and laze around until dinner time.

His mom came home from work early this morning, so she's been asleep all day, and when she shuffles out of her room to get some water, it's nearing seven.

Noel keeps dozing off on the couch while we're watching a movie, so I use that moment to grab my hoodie and pack of cigarettes to head outside. I step out the front door, lean against the wall, and light up a cigarette.

I'm only outside for a couple minutes before the door opens and Emma comes out in a hoodie. She doesn't look surprised to find me smoking.

I wave at the smoke and clear my throat. “I'm sorry, did I wake you? I probably shouldn't be smoking out here…”

She smiles, walks over to the chair, and sits down. “Got another on you?”

I blink down at her. “Yeah.” I rummage in my pocket for the pack, offering her one. She takes it, and I give her a light as well.

“It's been a while since I've had one,” she laughs. We smoke for a bit, not making any conversation, just listening to the sounds of the night. It's not awkward; at least it isn't for me.It doesn't feel like she views it as such either. It's nice. She breaks the silence first.

“I'm sorry about your parents, Alex. You're very welcome here,” she tells me not for the first time. I haven't been here long, but she makes me feel like I'm not a burden but a real guest in her home. I like spending time with her. I told her I would give her money to help out after I found a job in town, just something after school and on weekends, but she very sternly told me, absolutely not, don't bring it up again. So, I haven't.

I turn to face her and nod meaningfully. “I appreciate you more than you know.”

She smirks. “I know you do. Noel is very protective of you.” She gives me a knowing glance, puffing at her cigarette. I don't know what to say to that, so I just stare uncomfortably. “I can tell you're thinking, oh here comes the parent talk. Be good to my son or else!” She laughs heartily and it's so contagious.

I scratch the back of my neck with a chuckle. “I'm not thinking that. Although, if you did want to, I'd say, I'll never hurt your son.”

What I don't tack on the end is, again.

Because I have hurt Noel.

She nods with a pretty smile. “You know, he told me what happened.”

I inhale deeply, nodding at her in shame.

“He doesn't resent you. Nor does he blame you in any way. He's just… very happy to have you again. Making friendships has always been difficult for Noel. He's always had goals in mind and paid no use to distractions. I think he views friendships as such. Like, why do I need friends when I have my hobbies to occupy my time? But if there's one thing I believe, it's that once you do become his friend, it's for life. His loyalty is unmatched.”

That does sound like Noel.

“So, I guess what I want to say is, take care of each other. Be kind, and fight for one another. Be the person he needs. Young love can be… all consuming. I know a thing or two about that.”

She looks at me so intensely it's as if she can read my soul. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, afraid she'll notice the wetness gathering there. “I just… hope I'm enough for him.”

The chair creaks as she stands. “Sweet boy, call it mother's intuition, but I truly don't think he'll ever want to part with you. And… if you ever want to talk to me, I'm here for you too. You know…” She bites her lip and shakes her head. “You remind me so much of myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. I was a fighter, always getting in trouble with the law, pretending things were fine when they weren't.” She stands in front of me, grabs my shoulders, and smiles warmly up at me, a look of determination in her eyes. “I'm here for you.” She pats my cheeks twice and leaves me to finish my smoke alone.

I clench my jaw and pray I don't start crying. After a while, I crush the butt of the cigarette against the cement and head back inside.

NOEL

“Hey,” I whisper. “Get up. I'm bored.”

He grunts.

“Let's go do something.”

He cracks open an eye. “Like what?”

“I don't know. Let's go for a walk.”

He groans. “Whatever. Let me get up and shower. I feel gross.” He sighs, sits up, and cracks his back. “Give me fifteen minutes.” He slides off the bed and grabs a towel. I watch him leave, smiling to myself at how easy it is for him to give in.

When he comes back in, he changes into gray joggers with a hoodie. “I've got an idea,” he says blandly.

“What?”

“Fencing,” he says easily, grabbing his sport duffle with all his fencing gear. His foil is in a case, but he puts it in with the other things.

He lifts up a box, looking for something, rummaging around in box after box.

“At the school?”

“C'mon, get dressed!” He picks through some objects in another box, and I don't question what he's doing. Alex is always doing things that don't make sense.

I pack up my duffle bag with all my gear and change into loose pants with a black hoodie and sneakers.

Once I finish brushing my teeth and using the bathroom, I come out to find Alex zipping up his bag with a sly grin.

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” He sounds suspicious.

When we get in his car, he starts laughing.

“Okay, what is it?” I ask, afraid whatever it is he has planned is not going to be legal.

“I told you, fencing.”

We drive a few minutes over to his neighborhood… and parks at Ace's house, unlocks the car, and gets out.

“We're hanging with Ace?”

He grabs both out bags from the backseat. He stays silent. When I get out, I take my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

“One last hoorah at my house?” Alex suggests, waggling his eyebrows as we stand there on the sidewalk.

“There’s a for sale sign in the yard and locks on the doors, Alex.”

“So what?”

I turn to him, deadpan expression, and my face makes him laugh.

“I want to fence one more time. You won't say no to a bout, will you?” He flutters his blond lashes at me, and I can't help but laugh.

“Alex…” I whine his name, already giving in. He takes my hand and pulls me along. “There could be cameras!” I try to get him to change his mind, but he goes faster.

He makes a tsk sound. “I can break us in.”

“This is such a bad idea.”

He looks back at me smirking. “You're still going to do it though.”

“You're a bad influence.”

“And you're easily persuaded.”

I don't have anything to say to that.

Alex jumps over a gate, and I stand there wondering why I'm doing this.

We could get into serious trouble.

“ Bawk , bawk, bawk,” Alex imitates a chicken. "Hey, did you hear that? Sounds like a chicken!”

I roll my eyes and climb over the fence. Once I'm over, I push him, and he stumbles back with a laugh.

“You're being so loud!” I whisper aggressively. Alex snorts.

“You're so worried we'll get caught. It's adorable.”

“Yeah, ‘cause being nervous about breaking in makes me adorable,” I mumble as we sneak out way behind his house. He holds my hand as we walk.

There's a back decking I haven't seen before. When I was here before, we didn't go outside.

Alex's arm stops me from walking further, shoving me back against the deck as we both duck.

“What? Is there someone there?” I whisper, afraid there's a cop already here and knows what we're about to do.

Alex pokes his head a little above the deck floor so he can see something I can't. “I forgot about the back camera.”

“You forgot?” I ask incredulously at his inability to see just how stupid this is.

He looks at me sheepishly, his lips tugging up into a slow smirk. He shrugs his shoulders. “Whoops.”

I glare.

He giggles. “Okay, I'm going to spray it before we go any further.”

“Spray it?”

He reaches into his backpack. Unzips the front pocket and pulls out a bottle of black acrylic paint with a spray nozzle. He shakes it up with a waggle of his eyebrows and says, “Spray.”

I sigh internally. “You're an idiot.”

“It'll work. Sophia doesn't check any of the cameras, plus they might be turned off. I even brought masks just in case.”

“You did not.”

He reaches into the backpack, leans down to put the mask over his head, and turns.

Alex is wearing a full-face, realistic baby mask.I snort so loud he pushes me back with a hand to my mouth. We laugh silently for a very long time, just staring at each other with barely restrained gasps and giggles.

“I can't believe—” I wheeze, “—you bought that!” I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time. “You look ridiculous,” I keep chuckling, tears in my eyes.

“Wanna see yours?”

“I cannot take you seriously with you wearing that…”

He shoves a hand into the duffle and pulls out a second mask.

A pug face.

The laughter picks up in full force again from both of us. I put it on, and Alex drops his head down like he can't breathe. I'm right there with him. It's stupid how much this is making us lose it.

“Okay, shit, we have to stop. I'm getting a cramp.”

“I'm going to run and spray the camera; don't say my name or anything because the camera picks up sound.”

“Got it, babyface.”

He stares at me, but I can't tell if he's laughing again or just looking in my direction.

“If I get caught, don't freak, I have a get out of jail free card,” he says right before jumping up on the deck with a bottle of spray paint and racing across it.

“And this is who I fell in love with,” I mutter to myself, watching him jump up on the deck rail nearest the camera and spray it, all within about five seconds.

I keep quiet and wait for him to wave me over. He turns around, jumps off the rail, and does a dance, showing off for the camera that can't see his actions.

I stand up with a silent chuckle, grabbing my own duffle and running over to him. He turns to face me. Without a word, I throw my hands around his shoulders and jump on him.

“Oof!” He makes a loud sound. I let myself down as he laughs under the mask. I run to the back door, beckoning him over.

We need to get inside.

It takes a while for him to figure out we can't unlock the door. Then he looks up, and points.

I don't understand what that means, so I motion, huh ? With a tilt of my head and my hand, palm up.

He sighs comically, his baby head leaning forward. He points a finger as if to say wait.

He climbs up on the rail again and disappears on the roof.

Oh no.

I wait for what feels like forever but is probably only a couple minutes. I see a shadow inside the house, and I freeze up.

If that isn't Alex, we are so fucked.

Then I see the oversized baby head, and my body relaxes.

Alex unlocks the door, and I run in, tearing the stupid thing off my head and breathing in fresh air. My face is sweaty and hot. “These things are hard to breathe in.”

He takes his off and looks just as hot as I feel.

“That was fun.” He smirks playfully.

I smile along with him. “Yeah, it was. How did you get in?”

“There's a window upstairs that doesn't shut right. Just takes a little wiggle and it slides up.”

“Wow.”

He waggles his brows, hoping I'm impressed by his actions. I push him and he shuffles back, laughing and taking our bags. I follow behind him through the dark hallway.

Once we make it to the fencing room, we change into our gear. Vests, masks, and all. He double-checks the room, makes sure there are no hidden cameras, and turns on the overhead light. There are no windows, which means we don't have to worry about being seen. He lowers the setting so it's not too bright, and then heads to the speaker in the wall, connecting to his Bluetooth device so we can listen to music while we practice for fun.

The speakers turn on low. Alex chooses something I like.

“Alright. Let's make it interesting.” He taps his chin, pretending to mull over his options. “Winner tops.” Arrogance rolls off him like cologne.

It smells like temptation and desire.

“Deal.”

We walk around each other, circling and staring as if we're two panthers ready to strike if given the opportunity. It's an act, as we both know what we are to one another now, and the game has started.

A game I know he'll win.

I want him to win.

The prize is too good to pass on.

I’m still sore from my first time bottoming, but it’s an ache I like and would ten out of ten do again.

As we salute, I can imagine what he looks like under his mask. Eyes sharp, lips suppressing a smirk. Smug and dangerous.

Sexy.

Fuck, I know he looks so hot under there right now, staring at me like he wants to caress my body, play with my hair, and lick down my stomach.

The low sound of bass picks up a beat, and just like that, we're off, lunging forward, foils at the ready. It's quite the spectacle from what I see of our reflections in the mirrors surrounding us.

His relaxed, easy gait is only slightly annoying. I'm not exactly trying my best, but it's still a jab to see him reacting so carelessly.

His foil strikes my chest.

“You must really want your ass filled.” He chuckles.

My face heats in humiliation, but I don't retaliate with words.

When we begin again, I'm on him with renewed energy, foil beating his with a loud clang.

“Oof. Alright, got the message.” He shakes his hand out, switching the foil to his other hand as I wait patiently for him to get back in the bout. He laughs under his breath right before advancing on me, but I'm prepared to take it.

He strikes forward in a lunge.

I shuffle back with a retreat.

I step forward and he shuffles back. Advance, retreat.

It's a dance. We both know how the other moves. It's quick, precise, and exhausting.

My thighs start to ache from all the squatting, and I know his are probably feeling the same.

There's a sharp tap on my blade, a beat, that is meant to provoke me.

I attempt a fleche, running at him on attack, but Alex is too fast, deflecting the attack with parry four.

We recover often, going back to the starting position over and over again.

His chest is heaving; he's tiring out fast, but so am I.

As he's readying himself for the fifth time where the strip used to be, I drop my foil, taking slow, deliberate steps forward.

My mask comes off next.

My vest drops to the floor.

He stays put, watching me from under the mesh.

When I stand before him, I lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it at his feet.

My hands go for his mask, pulling at the Velcro at his neck and lifting it over his head.

We stare, breathing heavily.

I close in, brushing my lips against his, waiting for him to initiate it. He's the one who usually takes the lead.

He doesn't this time.

The tip of my tongue licks at his mouth, and he opens up like I knew he would.

It gets pretty messy after that.

We quickly rid ourselves of the gloves and vests, eager to explore each other's mouths again.

“What is it about this room that gets us so fucking horny?” Alex laughs into my neck as I try my best to look up, getting my head in the conversation.

“Because you like looking at yourself?” I huff a laugh, conscious of his fingers trailing down my stomach. He shoves a closed fist against my stomach to push me back into the mirror.

“Or I like seeing how good we look together.” His teeth nip at my jaw, working his lips over every part of my face and neck he can.

I'm not complaining.

When I'm pressed to the mirror, he pushes my sweatpants down. I gasp at the rough treatment, zeroing in on his hand.

He brings his hand up, and I watch, transfixed to the way his fingers touch his lips. He's aware of my staring, so he puts on a show of slowly opening his mouth, sliding his middle and index finger in, and sucking the digits, all while his eyes never leave my face.

I continue to stare at his fingers. They slide out. He licks them sloppily. There's so much spit it soaks his palm, dripping down his hand to his wrist.

Finally, my attention returns back to him and not his filthy hand. The fucking shit eating grin he gives me is sinful. I suck in a lung full of air, mentally slapping my face for getting lost in his show.

He grabs my shoulder and turns me around so my cheek touches the mirror, ass exposed to his front.

He has one hand on my waist while the other trails down my spine.

“Arch your back. I want you to stick your ass out for me.” His command is calm and lazy, like he talks like this in everyday conversation. It's chilling. I do as he says, arching my back with a blush lighting up my face. I don't dare look at my reflection. I know what I look like. How flushed in the face I am, how slutty and desperate I can be for him.

He drops to his knees behind me, and I freeze.

His hands palm my cheeks, his wet fingers so close to my hole that I start breathing heavily, anxious to have him so near that.

Both his middle and index fingers glide over my hole and my ass clenches. He laughs behind me quietly.

He inserts one to start, sliding in with a slow glide. On his way out, he places the second at my entrance, and then two go in with a hitch in my breath.

For a while, he's content to just finger me open. I groan, shivering at the way he keeps hitting a spot deep inside me.

“Fuck, let me eat you out,” he moans.

I nod shyly as he pulls his fingers out, spreads my ass, and kisses me right on my hole.

It begins slow and sensual. Tiny licks combined with his hands squeezing my ass. When I moan, Alex exhales sharply at the sound, slurping and shoveling his tongue into my hole with violent desperation.

I keen, whimpering his name and struggling to keep some sense about me. Tears threaten to fall. My hand grips the back of his head to push deeper into me, and then his thumbs press in, pushing my cheeks apart more.

He groans, the sound reverberating through me, and my panting breaths fog up the mirror.

He presses one thumb inside, just the smallest amount, and I'm completely gone, needing him deep inside me. “More, please give me more.”

He pulls back, panting for breath as much as I am, pushing his thumb even deeper. My ass pushes back on it.

“We need lube and a fucking condom.”

“Spit on it.”

“Noel…”

“And I don't care about the condom.”

Alex's expression turns glacial. “Don't fucking tempt me.”

“I said, spit,” I tell him sharply, demanding him to do as I say. He likes it, but he'll never admit it. I can get him to do whatever I want when I'm harsh enough.

“Don't look at me like that.”

“It's wet enough. I'm fucking dripping with your saliva.”

“Noel.” He shakes his head at me. “When I said, winner tops, I meant back at your house, not here.”

“Pull your cock out and fuck me with it.”

His jaw clenches, and he has to look away for a moment to collect himself, cheeks flushed pink. I almost laugh. I never get him so worked up.

But then he turns his head, and I can see him harden, not his dick, no, that's been bricked up. It's his entire vibe.

“I think I have some in my backpack… let me check.”

He leaves me there, against the mirror, panting for his dick.

He rummages around in the tiny pockets on the side. “Fuck!”

I snort. “No dice, huh?”

My chest is still up against the mirror, but my head is turned around to watch him, my backside pushed back, legs spread wide.

He shoves his pants down to his knees, dick leaking at his thigh. He brings his hand up to his mouth, eyes never leaving mine.

Alex licks his palm slowly. Spits in it. Brings it to his shiny, red tip and works it down his shaft. “I guess I'll have to fuck you open, and you'll just have to fucking take it.”

Gripping the base, he steps forward with a hand to my back, the burning hot crown making contact with my fluttering wet hole.

He presses forward, and I moan his name roughly. It takes time for his head to pop past my rim, so we wait, both of us not moving at all, just letting it adjust until finally something gives and my hole relaxes, ready for more.

It's a slow push inside. I trust Alex not to give me more than I can handle, since we're not using any lube. There's so much spit down there though, it feels like he poured it directly into my hole. He wraps a hand around my waist, pumping my dick with easy strokes. I'm blinded with pleasure and already so close to finishing. Alex senses me tense up, so he backs off a little bit.

I turn my head to kiss him, shoving back the smallest amount on him, sliding back on it.

It takes time, but finally he enters me fully.

And fucking bare is a whole new feeling.

I think I can feel every beat of his heart through his cock.

He kisses like he can barely stand being inside me this way. It's too much, too hot. We're both panting, fucking like it's the first time.

“This feels too good,” I moan, using one hand to reach back and pull apart my cheek even more for him.

“Noel,” he gasps my name, and then he's pulling out, turning me around, and pushing me back so hard into the mirror that I hear a crack.

His hands grip under my legs, and then he's lifting me up, bracing my weight against the glass. He lines himself up and slides back in with a gentle push. My legs are spread obscenely open, hooked over his forearms.

My head drops back, eyes rolling, cock twitching between us, and my ass gets drilled open on his cock. I barely have to stroke my dick before I'm coming hard.

I'm shivering, screaming, and panting his name as he fucks me.

I can hardly believe it's only the second time I've bottomed. Definitely won't be the last either.

When Alex comes, it's with my name on his lips, short thrusts that are slow and deep, and a choked-off sound in his throat.

I kiss him, hands holding his face as I brush back sweaty hair.

My tongue traces his lips. Biting down on the bottom lip and pulling back with a smile, letting it go. His breathing is still harsh and heavy, so I kiss his nose and cheeks. He lowers me down.

When my legs hit the floor, I almost crumble. My legs are weak, and the second he pulls out, I can feel cum dribble out.

“Did I hurt you at all?” His hand steadies me, searching my body and face for signs of distress with a concerned expression.

“No, I'm good.”

“Swear?”

I nod with a smile. He exhales and brings a hand to the back of my neck, pulling into him for a gentle kiss.

“The way you fuck…” His breath of disbelief turns into a chuckle. “You're dangerous, doe eyes.”

“You can handle it, can't you, baby?” I grin sharply, a smirk that feels devious.

He doesn't respond; he just pulls me into another kiss that is all tongue and desperation. Already I'm hard again, and my hole is dripping with his release, making a damn puddle on the floor at my feet.

I want to do it again.

So, we do, but this time it's on the floor, with me riding him.

I make him a moaning, shivering mess below me as I ride his dick, throwing my head back and using my thighs to bounce on him as the music surrounds us with a dark beat.

“You like this?” I pant, Alex's dazed eyes on my stomach.

He trembles, hands guiding my movements on my waist. “Yes, I'm fucking yours; use me.”

I chuckle, but it turns into a moan when he jabs a sensitive spot inside me. “ Ah, you're so good to me, Alex. Such a good boy letting me ride your dick.”

He looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, and I bounce even harder on his cock, watching him drop his head back as he pants harshly. I lean forward, hands on his hard, muscular abs, and he puts a hand on my throat possessively. My throat is grazed by his palm, and I drop my head back, enjoying the feeling of this high weightlessness as I fuck myself down over his cock, my ass stretched open and slick from cum. There's a squelching sound every time I lift up and slide down to the base.

I whimper and moan above him and he follows me up, grabbing the back of my head with his other hand and pulling my lips over his in a desperate, languid kiss.

“You doing okay?” He breathes over our parted lips. I nod, grabbing his face and pulling him back into a kiss that has us both moaning into.

It's hot and sweaty, passionate and rough, our bodies working together to get us to hit that peak, that moment we connect.

“What do you need?” I ask, rotating my hips in a circle while seated on his dick.

“I just need you.”

He slides his free hand between our bodies and takes my leaking dick in his closed fist. My eyes roll back as he chokes my neck and jerks me off at the same time.

I scream his name, aggressively riding him as my orgasm builds quickly—a high that I'm needy for. I shiver and tense when my load shoots out over his stomach as I close my eyes, my head falling back as I ride through my orgasm, my ass squeezing around his piercing cock.

“Noel,” he pants, whimpering at each wet slide down.

His nails dig into my side as he groans, biting his lip as he finally comes under me, jerking up in little thrusts, and the absolute power that thrums in my veins is heavy and addictive. I make him lose his fucking mind. Me.

I chuckle, a soft huff of air that he can't hear as I lean down and lick his lips, biting down ever so gently on his bottom lip that's swollen. He sighs, parting for me to kiss him more desperately. I'm bolder now when it comes to kissing, so I use the skills he taught me and play with him nice and slow like he likes. The sounds he makes are so unlike him—all pretty and soft sounds that are vulnerable.

Sounds that he'll only ever make for me.