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“And then?” he asked, and Liam whined, trying to arch up, push his ass into Fix’s hands, and make him take it.

“Hold me down,” he said brokenly.

Fix trailed his hand down, settling it on Liam’s neck for a split second before changing his mind and continuing down.

He reached Liam’s back and spread his palm just between his shoulder blades. And then he pressed down, pinning Liam to the bed and making it hard to breathe, just enough for Liam’s eyes to roll back with pleasure.

“Yes,” he moaned, feeling himself get hard against Fix’s blanket. “Please, Daddy.”

“Please what, honey?” Fix asked. “I’ll give you everything, but you have to ask.”

“Your fingers, fast and hard. Just…please.” He tried pushing his ass up again, but before he could do it, Fix’s other hand gripped his hip and pulled him up.

Liam was left with his knees spread wide, ass in the air, and his chest pinned to the bed by Fix’s massive hand on his back. His voice was muffled by the blankets but he was begging and whining and nothing was even happening yet, and then Fix spread his cheeks and pushed two fingers inside him. He was still open from earlier, but it stung. Fix’s fingers were wide and long and Liam felt them reaching and hooking inside of him, searching for that one spot that would make him see stars.

The bed shifted with Fix changing positions and Liam turned his head to the side to try and see what was happening. He almost came on the spot when he realized Fix was braced on one knee next to him, one hand still holding Liam in place and the other angled down, elbow high as he fucked Liam with his fingers.

And he’d been honest when he said he’d give Liam everything he had ever wanted, because the pace he set was brutal. He was fingering Liam so hard he felt like he’d pass out, and he couldn’t remember the last time anything had ever felt so good.

He whimpered and moaned and pleaded with Fix for more, but he didn’t know if there could be more than this.

Fix was grunting above him with exertion and Liam realized the bedding beneath his cheek was damp with his spit and tears. He was falling apart.

“Daddy,” he cried, trying to push himself onto Fix’s fingers. That earned him a slap on the ass, Fix’s hand settling on the small of his back to keep him steady.

Liam screamed at the beautiful sting, feeling it ricochet through him.

Fix’s fingers sped up, hitting his prostate with every push in. His back was arched almost unnaturally, joints protesting the stretch under the onslaught of Fix’s hands. His cock was leaking and aching and there was nothing to rub it against. It was torture.

“Please…” he sniffled, gripping the bedding, his hips making tiny, useless, jerky movements that helped nothing. “Wanna come.”

“You’re free to come anytime you like, honey,” Fix rumbled, and Liam wanted to cry with relief.

Fix’s hand left the small of his back, climbing up over his neck and into his hair. He gripped a handful and pulled Liam back, rocking him onto his fingers with the hold on his hair. The sting was just sharp enough to send him over the edge.

He screamed as he came so hard he felt his vision going fuzzy around the edges. He sprawled on the bed, sticky and sweaty and gross as he gasped and tried to make sense of what had just happened to him.

He only got seconds to recover because Fix was flipping him over before he could take a real breath, pulling him toward the edge of the bed and propping him up in a seated position. His ass hurt even against the soft bed. He winced, but the pain just served as a reminder of how good it was with Fix.

“You said you liked your mouth fucked,” Fix growled, eyes hot and full of desire. His cock was an angry red, already leaking and full. “Do you want Daddy to fuck your mouth now?”

“Yes,” Liam breathed. “Please, Daddy, yes.”

“Open up,” Fix said, holding the back of Liam’s head steady as he used his other hand to guide his hard cock to Liam’s lips for the second time.

He opened eagerly like a man starved, like he hadn’t already tasted him. Fix pushed in past his lips and along his tongue and Liam reached for the hand still holding his cock and placed it next to the other one on his head.

He looked up through his wet lashes with his mouth full of cock and found Fix staring at him with an expression Liam didn’t know how to name, but it made him burn.

He blinked once at Fix. Like an invitation. A plea.

“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” he said, and Liam blinked again to let him know he’d heard him.

As if he’d ever want it to end.

Fix rocked once. Slowly, softly, almost experimentally. But Liam was having none of that. He reached around and placed his palms on Fix’s ass, pushing it forward until his cock brushed the back of Liam’s throat.

Yes.