He felt Fix’s slick fingers return to his hole, breaching him slowly.
He tried fucking himself onto them, but it still wasn’t what he craved. He wanted to take it. He wanted to have to stop himself from slamming his head into the headboard because Fix was fingering him so hard.
He wanted all the things he didn’t dare ask for.
Three fingers were inside Liam now, undulating in and out, brushing against his prostate. Soft lips were kissing his neck, teeth barely scraping his collarbone.
It was gentle, and it built slowly. Moment after frustrating moment, pleasure just beyond his reach. He needed just a tiny bit faster. Just a bit harder. Just a little bit more and he’d fly apart.
He was sweating, slick skin sliding against Fix’s. His thigh was thrown over Fix’s so he was spread open. He was hard and aching and hewanted, but Fix was gentle and he didn’t think he’d…
Fix angled the thrust of his fingers, brushed his prostate once again, and Liam came. He gasped quietly as he spilled, a soft wave coursing through him.
Liam took a moment to catch his breath before sliding down Fix’s body and taking him into his mouth.
He was huge. Liam’s lips stretched around him and Fix’s fingers dug into his hair.
Still gentle.
Liam wanted him to hold him in place and fuck up into his throat. He wanted his hair pulled, but Fix held him like he was a work of art and warned him he was close. He kept his hips glued to the bed as he gasped and grunted and spilled into Liam’s eager mouth.
He swallowed it hungrily. Wanting it to be enough. Making himself cherish it because Fix was worth it. Fix was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Fix was gentle to him when life was anything but. It was enough.
Liam let Fix’s softening cock fall from his mouth, then climbed up to curl against his side. Their skin was sweaty and sticky with cum and lube, and the air around them smelled of sex. It was filthy and Liam wanted to bask in it. Float on it. But the feeling was eluding him.
“I did something wrong,” Fix said.
Liam winced, wondering how noticeable it had been. He didn’t want Fix to get the wrong idea. He shook his head, turning his head to place a kiss on Fix’s pec. “No.”
“Okay, maybe not wrong,” Fix said, fingers trailing along his arm. “But I didsomething.”
“You didn’t, Fix.”
“Then it’s something Ididn’tdo,” Fix pressed, shifting to look down at his face. “Honey, please.”
Liam closed his eyes and bit his lip until he could taste copper. “I can’t…”
“You can,” Fix said, squeezing his waist. “Daddy needs to know. I need to know what I missed so I can never miss it again. I know there’s something.”
“How can you know?” Liam asked, trying to buy himself some time.
“Because I watched you come once before. Heard you shatter,” Fix said. “And it didn’t look like this. Liam were you… Did you not want to…”
Liam shot up from his place on Fix’s chest, eyes wide in alarm.
“No, Fix, no,” he said, reaching out to take Fix’s cheeks in between his palms. “I wanted to. I still want to. I want you. I just…”
“I want to know,” Fix said, grasping his wrists.
Liam shifted in shame. “It’s embarrassing.”
Fix tugged him back into his arms, kissing his messy hair and reddened cheeks. “You can’t be ashamed of the things you want, honey. And since the subject has already been broached I guess now is as good a time as any to have that talk we were putting off.”
“Oh.” Liam curled in on himself. He had hoped he’d get a bit more time before they had to do it. Just a bit more time with Fix before he showed him just how wrong Liam really was for him. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” Fix said seriously. “We really do. If we want this to work we have to be open and honest. You mentioned you tried looking for a daddy before?”
