His grunt, my groans.
He reached down and gripped my cock, yanking more than stroking, his hand still slick from oil or spit or my own excitement. I couldn’t tell.
My body trilled.
My stomach tensed.
I pressed a hand to his abs and felt him do the same to mine.
“Kaneko!”My cock pulsed once, twice, then stars exploded behind my eyes, as warm wetness burst free, coating my stomach.
Yoshi didn’t stop, didn’t slow.
If anything, my release drove him harder and faster.
“I’m . . . Kaneko . . . I can’t stop . . .”“Don’t you fucking dare—”
“Kaneko!”I felt the moment he let go, the moment he began to fill me. His muscles became stones, and cock raged, harder than ever.
Then there was warmth.
And blessed heat.
Filling me.
Again and again.
Until Yoshi slowed . . . then stilled . . . then lowered my legs and lay atop me, somehow keeping his softening length inside.
“I love you so damn much,” he muttered as I stroked his hair and wished for the moment to never end.
Chapter 37
Yoshi
The world felt different. Lighter. As though someone had been slowly tightening iron bands around my chest for years and I’d grown so used to the pressure I’d forgotten what breathing was supposed to feel like. Now, walking toward the dining hall with Kaneko beside me, those bands were gone.
Shattered.
Discarded.
He was also walking somewhat . . . carefully.
“You’re walking funny,” I observed, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice.
“Shut up.”
“What?” I bumped his shoulder with mine. “I didn’t say anything else.”
“You’re thinking it loudly.”
“I’ve been thinkingmanythings loudly since you arrived,” I said, and watched with delight as his steps faltered.
Then he grabbed my arm as I almost stumbled into a pillar, too busy paying attention to him to watch where I was going. “Eyes forward, monk boy.”
“Hard to do when you’re moving like that.”
“Like what?” He tried for innocence, but his wince when he took the next step ruined it.
