Tom sucked hard, relishing in the hot taste of Cypress’s cock, running his tongue around the head as if he could work out another load.
Cypress pulled back with a very satisfied groan. He used his thumb to wipe the come from Tom’s chin up into his mouth, smiling wide as it was promptly sucked clean.
Tom let go with a loud pop, grinning up at Cypress. “Good?”
“Perfect,” Cypress replied, moving off Tom to free him of the cuffs. He rubbed his hands and his wrists, pressing little kisses all over them. “You were absolutely incredible.”
Tom flexed his fingers as Cypress massaged them, and he grinned dumbly up at him. “Me? Ha. You… you were… wow… amazing.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Tom said a bit too quickly. He laughed and ducked his head down. “Yeah, definitely sore.”
“From the riding crop?”
“And the dick fucking.”
Cypress chuckled. “Come on. You need to take a piss, and I’ll finish cleaning you up.”
“I do?”
“Flushes you out,” Cypress explained. “You know, after the dick fucking.”
After Tom was finished using the bathroom, Cypress wiped him down and applied an aloe vera balm to all the welts he’d left behind.
The whole time he was cleaning him up, Cypress was telling Tom how beautiful he was, what a good job he’d done, and how proud he’d made him. The praise added to the warm glow fogging Tom’s mind, and he stretched out in bed with a happy smile.
Even though his ass and thighs were still singing their complaints, he was perfectly content if not also totally exhausted. He flopped face-first into the pillows, mumbling, “Mmm, I could sleep for a week.”
“You can if you’d like,” Cypress reminded him. He had stripped down to a pair of shorts and started rubbing Tom’s back, sliding into bed next to him. “Off for a little bit, remember?”
“I just might.” Tom turned his head, so he could see Cypress. “All of that… wow. It was so good.”
“Everything okay?” Cypress asked. “You’re not hurting anywhere? All’s well down below?”
“It did kinda burn when I peed,” Tom confessed, wrinkling his nose a little.
“Totally normal after sounding. Especially for your first time.”
“I liked it.” Tom grinned. “I liked it… a lot.”
“You did very well.” Cypress kissed his brow. “Still feeling good?”
“Good, tired. So tired.” Tom laughed. “God, but it’s so good. It’s always so damn good.”
“Didn’t go too far?”
“No. I liked… I liked it when you talked dirty to me and made me get on the floor. I guess I have some sorta little kink for being put down, and then you tell me how good I am. It’s a rush.”
“No voices?” Cypress asked casually.
“Earlier,” Tom admitted. “Before we started. I was thinking about Junior, and that made me think about Mr. Ross or Seymour or whatever his damn name is. And that’s when you know who decided to pop up.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just thought about how it didn’t matter,” Tom replied, enjoying how easy it was to smile talking about this now. “All the bad stuff seems so small when I stop and think about all the good things in my life right now.”
“Oh?” Cypress reached up to pet his hair. “Like what?”
