And his cum.
“Please,” Graham whispered, unable to stop himself from falling over and over again. His body felt light, and he was enjoying the feeling of this man controlling his whole being.
D’Artangnan grunted, and with one last slam home, he exploded deep in his ass, filling him with another gratifying load of hot cum.
As soon as the eruption happened, he had to put his hand on the headboard to hold on.
He nearly lost his balance, tumbling onto the man. Somehow, he managed to stay upright.
Below him, Graham was out of breath, and that dread was coming back to him.
This would disappear.
This joy would be taken away from him, and it was all his fault.
The tears filled his eyes, and he closed them so the man still buried in his ass wouldn’t see them.
He was far too ashamed to let him see that pain and sadness. Then, he’d have to tell him what it was about.
Sadly.
When he felt his ankle being untethered, and his hands too, he still didn’t look.
That fear was there.
Would D’Artangnan just disappear?
Would he be gone like in reality?
Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could handle that happening to him. This felt too real.
It refilled him with the memories of what they’d shared, and what could have been.
As the bed moved, and he felt the bigger man pull him into his body and cover him, he prayed to whatever god was listening that he would be given just one more chance.
If he was given that, he’d risk it all.
For that miracle, he’d put it all on the line, and never forget that selfishness destroyed happiness.
All.
The.
Time.
If he was given that miracle, he’d embrace it, and he’d protect his relationship forever.
Hell!
He’d get on a plane today and head to the United States of America, giving up his home.
For D’Artangnan’s love, he’d sacrifice it all.
As Graham was cuddled into his body, the warm caresses from his mate, were short lived.
Slowly, he could feel the man’s hands on him, and being pressed to his chest dissipating.
It was already happening.
