We empty our balls at the same time. I into him, he between our hot, sweaty bodies. I hold and kiss him, wanting to stay buried inside him as long as possible.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
“Yes. That was amazing. Thank you, Sir.”
“I haven’t finished yet.”
He raises his eyebrows.
Chuckling, I ease out of him. “Your hole is so fucking pretty, especially now I’ve wrecked it with my cock.” I massage his hole with my fingers until my cum dribbles out of it, white and sticky, and then I push it back in with my thumb.
He sucks in a groan and arches his back. “Oh, Sir.”
“You like that, don’t you, pretty boy? You like having my cum inside you.”
“Yes.” He gasps.
I keep playing with his hole, letting cum escape him so I can push it back in. “Watching my cum dribble out of your pretty hole is a pretty sight. Makes me want to fuck you again.” Except I didn’t fuck him, did I? I made love to him.
“You can fuck me all night if you want to.”
If only I had the energy. I remember, too late, about the cock ring I bought. I would have lasted longer before exploding inside him. “I’m not sure either of us would have the energy for that. But I do have enough for this.” I lick his cum off his stomach and chest.
He shivers every time my tongue swipes over his hot, clammy skin.
“Fuck, Sir.”
“Your cum tastes sweet. I could eat this every day. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll make you come every day so I can lick your cum off your beautiful body.”
“Please.”
“You’re so needy, aren’t you, gorgeous? You want me.”
“Badly.”
I need him too, but what he needs right now is for me to take care of him in a different way.
I release his wrists and ankles from the restraints and hold him while I massage his left wrist and then his right. Once I’m done, I kneel at his feet and repeat the process on his ankles. When I’m sure his joints aren’t stiff from the restraints anymore, I spoon around him, holding him. He hugs my arm to his chest.
“Do you need anything, beautiful?”
“Just you.”
I’m sure I’ll do for now, but I’ll need to clean us up soon and give him something to drink and maybe something sweet to eat. At least, that’s what all the websites I’ve read suggest a Dom should do after a scene. The scene was more intense than I’d expected. Did I get carried away? Did I take things too far? No. If I had, Haru would have used his safewords. I trust him to know his limits.
I felt energised during the scene, but now exhaustion is creeping into my bones. I press my lips together, fighting the urge to yawn. If I’m tired, he must be too. I don’t want to chase him away because I have to get up in the morning. I want to hold him and take care of him all night. It’s what a good Dom should do. I want to be a good Dom for him.
“Stay the night.”
“You have work tomorrow.”
“I’ll give you a key so you can go when you’re ready. Or you can hang out here, and I’ll see you when you get home. I’ve got lots of channels on the TV.”
“And a full bookcase.”
“Full of sci-fi.”
“I have a new appreciation for the genre.”
