See what he’s like? See how lovely? How perfect?
Oh, I love him.
I love him so much it makes me dizzy.
I circle his dick with my hand, coating it with the excess lube I used to coat the plug, and slide it up and down his meaty pole. “Fuck my hand,” I tell him.
He pauses for a second, cognitive function lagging slightly, and then shifts his hips, digging his heels into the mattress as he slowly thrusts. A punched breath rushes out of him as the roll ofhis hips knocks the plug against his prostate. He does it again. And again. His eyes roll, then drift open and shut as I kneel between his legs and start using my fingers to prep myself.
“I want to do that,” he whines, reaching for me weakly.
“Can’t,” I grind out. “Too horny. I’ll come if you do it.”
It’s true, seeing Lennon like this, stretched out and laid bare, legs parted, dick glistening and twitching as his body tugs on the plug I’ve buried in him. It’s almost too much. Almost more than I can take.
I work fast, opening myself with purpose, not seeking pleasure. Blood gushes through my veins and my dick aches for attention. My hole stings, but I don’t stop. I get three fingers in and hold them there as I haphazardly stroke Lennon’s cock and lick up the little spurts of precum he makes for me.
“Mm-hmm, Con,” he says restlessly. “Are you nearly ready? Please. I need it.”
His hips are still working, still rocking, still punching the plug against his hot spot, when I straddle him and lower myself onto his cock.
He has a fat head, a thick, blunt instrument that batters its way through my first ring and sends paralyzing pleasure up my ass. I sink down on him, groaning loudly, and take him and take him and take him until my eyes water and fullness radiates from my rectum to the rest of my body. I let gravity pull me down until I’ve taken all but the last two inches of him, then I stop my descent.
His eyes flutter open. “You okay, Con?”
“More than okay,” I slur. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you fucked my hand.”
He knows exactly what I mean and why, and gives it to me with no hesitation. His hips rock, thrusting up, sending his cock searing through my insides. Spearing me. Filling me. Forcing meopen. My pleasure is overwhelming. Big concentric circles that expand and strangle every cell in my body.
Beneath me, Lennon writhes, the toy in his ass, and his dick in mine, both driving him wild. He moans and reaches for me again, hands grasping and grabbing, trying to pull me closer. I catch them and kiss them as I post up and down.
I reach behind me, twisting my torso just enough that I’m able to dig two fingers under the base of the toy. I fuck myself fast and ruthlessly on Lennon’s dick, jostling the plug gently to pummel his gland.
The way he moans lights up parts of my brain that have never lit up before. He thrashes and bucks, slamming his cock into me as he wails in pleasure.
I look down, vision doubling and tripling, and see Lennon, lost to pleasure, eyes rolling as he gasps and pants and cries the same thing over and over: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Afterward, he snuggles up to me like he often does, resting his head on my chest and throwing an arm around my waist. He nestles into me until he’s comfortable and makes a soft, almost mournful sound.
I run my hands over his back gently, tracing the knobs of his spine and raising my head to smell his hair.
“I never told you this before,” I say. “I wasn’t sure, but I am now.”
“Sure of what?” he mumbles sleepily.
“You’re the reason. You’re the weight. The vice. The invisible chain. Remember how I told you that when I was sick, by the end, I was ready to go, but something kept me here?” He’s still for a beat, and then he nods jerkily against my chest. “Something held on to me and kept me here? It was this. It was you. My heart beats for you, Lennon.” I circle his body and hold on to him so tightly I feel his ribcage adjust. “It beats like it’s home when I’m with you.”
50
Lennon
Iwakewithanxietyscreaming through every cell in my body. It’s dark, and my heart is heavy. A solid mass. A dead weight in my chest.
Events of the day swirl around me. Along with the contents of the tin, they taunt me. Torture me.
This.
A vise.
