Gregory grunted, sweat falling from his face and splattering against Landon’s neck.
“Now give me what’s mine.”
Gregory snaked a hand between them and fisted Landon’s dick and it was all over. Landon came, a release, a wave, there wasn’t a word to describe the way his body exploded into pieces under Gregory’s hand.
Gregory’s hips jerked against him one more time and he arched his back away from Landon, shouting through his own release before collapsing on top of Landon. Gregory tugged at the knots above Landon’s head and the rope loosened, his legs dropping down and sliding around Gregory’s waist.
Gregory buried his face into Landon’s neck and stroked his hands down his sides. Landon wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, in a puddle of cum, sweat, and wax, but he would have lived in that moment forever if he could have.
“Thank you,” Gregory whispered into the crook of Landon’s neck. “Let me get you cleaned up, and then we’ll go to bed.”
19
Gregory
Landon’s boneswere like gelatin as Gregory lifted him up so he could throw the wax covered comforter onto the ground.
“Do you want a bath?” he whispered against Landon’s neck. “Or do you want me to just clean you up enough for sleep?”
Landon’s hair was so soft, the roots damp with sweat.
“Sleep,” Landon mumbled.
"I’ll be right back, then.” Gregory laughed quietly and kissed the base of Landon’s throat before easing out of bed and padding into the bathroom. He pulled a stack of washcloths from the cabinet under his sink and soaked them with warm water, grabbed a bath towel and returned to the bedroom. Landon was in the same position Gregory had left him, his breathing slow and strong.
Gregory wiped down every inch of Landon’s skin, even the parts he hadn’t touched earlier. He gently rubbed and peeled away the remaining wax and smoothed the damp cloth over Landon’s inflamed flesh. Gregory pressed tender kisses against Landon’s agitated nipples and couldn’t stop himself from dragging his tongue across the cum soaked underside of Landon’s dick.
Twice.
Three times.
Until Landon whimpered and twisted his body away from Gregory.
“Sir.” Landon’s plea sounded like a breathy sigh.
“I know, boy,” Gregory calmed him, resuming the long, steady wipes of the cloth across Landon’s skin.
Gregory kissed the corner of Landon’s mouth until he parted his lips. He dipped his tongue inside and explored, using his hands to center Landon’s face and hold him still.
“You are perfect,” Gregory told him.
Landon’s mouth tipped into a smile.
“I am tired,” he whispered back.
Gregory bit Landon’s lip then laved his tongue across the divots left by his teeth.
“You are mine.”
Gregory pushed the sheets down with his feet until he was able to maneuver his and Landon’s bodies underneath, then pulled it up to their waists.
“I am yours,” Landon confirmed.
Gregory wrapped his arms around Landon and pulled their bodies together, inhaling the smell of Landon’s hair and closing his eyes.
“Sleep now, boy,” Gregory whispered.
Landon nodded, his body quickly settling into sleep.
