“He took that too.”
Well, I’d be getting that back as well. Dex opened my browser, typing something in as I got undressed. At Dad’s I’d just toss my clothes onto the floor, not caring about them until they needed to be washed so I could wear them again, but here I noticed Dex would often clean up after me in the morning before heading to work, so I put my clothes in the hamper instead.
The air in the bedroom was cold, and I wanted to steal as much of his warmth as he’d allow, and whatever else he wanted to give me tonight.
A smile pulled at his lips, and he handed the phone back to me. I glanced at the screen.
Port Skelton Medical Clinic Patient Portal. Patient: Dexter Ian Weller.
Your recent STI panel returned with no abnormalities. No follow-up is required at this time. If you have ongoing symptoms or concerns, please contact your provider.
I felt my cheeks heat.
“Get the lube for me,” he requested.
“You’re hurt.”
“Just… please.”
I switched the screen off, placing my phone down on the nightstand and picking up the bottle of lube as I walked over to Dex and placed it in his hand. He put it on the bed next to him, shuffled back, and patted his thigh.
“Dex. You’re hurt.”
“I’mfine.”
I eyed him doubtfully, even if my cock was immediately on board with this idea. Dex just looked at me expectantly, patting his thigh again, firmer this time as if I hadn’t understood what he wanted when he last did it.
Carefully, I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, watching his face closely to make sure he wasn’t in any pain and trying to keep most of my weight on the bed on either side of him. Dex was having none of it, his hands finding my ass and yanking me firmly into him until our hard dicks pressed together and I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of him.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
“But your lip—”
“Kiss. Me.”
I did, cautious of the split, but he pressed his lips against mine firmly, clearly not having the same concern. His tongue licked over my lips, pressing inside, coaxing mine out, and I was helpless to deny him. I melted into him, the taste of him overriding all my thoughts until his hands left my hips and I heard the cap of the lube bottle opening. I’d finally get to feel him and only him, with nothing else between us.
I relaxed, knowing what was coming next, and his fingers found my hole, probing at the soft muscle. Two slipped inside, and I groaned at the feel of them.
“Rabbit.” Dex’s voice was stern, threatening, but there was a curve to his lips that made me feel warm inside, because that was how his lips should always be. Smiling. I pulled back so I could see it properly. “What did you do?”
So, I may have had a shower while I was waiting for him, and in said shower I may have decided to clean up ahead of him getting back, and may have gotten carried away with that. In my defense, I didn’t think he’d be able to tell. But as he pressed a third finger inside, it was clear my body was accepting him faster than when he usually prepped me.
“Have you been playing with what’s mine?”
“I was just, mnn, getting ready for you.”
“Naughty little rabbit. I should punish you for that.”
“Punish… how?” My fingers dug into his shoulders unconsciously, and I realized only when I saw the soft wince that flickered over his features. “Stop,” I said, trying to pull away from him, but he just held me tighter.
“I need you, Rabbit. Need to feel you. It doesn’t matter if it hurts me.”
I sighed. “Lie down, then, at least.”
“But I need to punish you.”
“Punish me tomorrow.”
