Kevin screwed his eyes closed, his entire body wracked with a shudder that looked like it hurt him. I grinned, seating myself as deep as I could reach. I bent over him, wrapping an arm around his front and making a fist around his cock. Then I started to move in earnest, fucking in and out of him, letting the momentum of my body push his dick into my slick hand.
“Ronan,” he grunted my name.
“Come,” I told him, and he did. Hot jets of cum streaked over my knuckles, and I didn’t stop. I kept fucking him, sawing in and out of his slippery and sloppy hole, fucking his cock through my fist until I heard the chains around his wrists rattle and pull taut.
“Too much,” he rasped, trying to shake me off.
I bent further over him, taking the back of his neck between my teeth like I was a lion, and I snapped my hips forward, pummeling him until his muscles tightened around me in another orgasm. Kevin shouted, an agonized groan ripping out of his throat, but I wasn’t done.
I let go of his neck, straightened up and grabbed his waist, then I let loose. I fucked Kevin with all of the pent-up emotions that had been building inside of me for the past few weeks. My fingers tightened around him when I thought about losing him. When I remembered the fear I’d felt…not just when Foster had put his life at risk, but when we’d fought and argued.
Kevin cried, fingers stretching out and curling around the chains that tied him to the ground. Beside his face, the video still played and he still watched. I watched him, the reflection of the recording dancing across his glazed and sex-addled eyes.
God, I loved his man, and I would take everything from him. Everything he gave and even things he didn’t. I would take it all and I would keep it safe. I would keep him safe. Keep our love safe.
“It hurts,” Kevin whimpered beneath me.
I dragged my hands away from his waist and kneaded the bruised globes of his ass. Kevin made an inhuman sound and his muscles tightened around me again. I didn’t think he was still coming, but his body was definitely working through the overstimulation of his orgasm.
“It hurts,” I repeated back to him, pulling out of his ass. With one hand, I spread him open, with the other, I jerked myself off, splattering cum against his swollen and pink pucker. I smeared my cum around his rim and pushed my fingers into him. They went easily, his hole sucking and gaping at my hands, needy to be filled with more than I was giving him. When I’d pushed enough into him, I leaned down and sealed my mouth around him, sucking the cum back out.
I licked the remnants of his release off my hand, then I leaned down and unclipped his wrists, quickly flipping him onto his back. Kevin splayed apart, his arms and legs spread and limp. I shoved my cock back into his ass and collared his throat with both of my hands.
“Open,” I muttered, and he did.
I spit the mixture of cum and lube onto his waiting tongue, some landing on the corner of his mouth and sliding down his chin. I pushed myself deeper and bent over him, licking the cum back into his mouth and kissing him. Kevin moaned and arched toward me, opening his mouth to me as I fucked our release into the back of his throat.
I tightened my hands around his neck and, beneath me, Kevin gasped and struggled, his teeth gnashing against mine as he fought to breathe. I swallowed down his fear and his cries, my cock staying thick and hard inside of him. I fucked Kevin into the ground, slamming so hard into him that I scooted his body toward the wall with every thrust.
Kevin swallowed and looked up at me.
Well, he looked up.
His expression was lustful, his features slack and sated. He tried to reach for me, but the chains had tangled, keeping his hands above his head. I surged forward, twisting our fingers together.
“Ronan.” My name left his mouth like a whisper.
“I’m here,” I whispered back.
“Everything.”
“Hmn?” I nuzzled against the side of his neck, slowing my pace and listening to the sound of Kevin’s breathing.
“Yours.”
“And I am yours.”
I stilled, settling over him until my cock softened and slipped out of his lube-slick hole. He looked half asleep, and I set to massaging him again, kneading his muscles with gentle fingers, pulling free chains and leather as I went. When I reached his cock, I patted him softly with my hand, a little harder against his balls, and he shuddered with pleasure.
“Let’s get you into the bath.”
I helped him to stand, waiting to make sure he didn’t black out on me from being on his back for so long, then walked him slowly into the bathroom. I set Kevin down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the taps. The water steamed, and I ran some from the tap into a cup for him to drink. Kevin’s hands shook, so I raised the glass to his mouth and helped him.
This too…
This aftercare was everything.
Once the tub filled, I helped him in and joined him, arranging him between my spread legs and using my hands to cup water over the parts of him that were exposed above the waterline.
