I’m left gasping. Shively trembles in my arms, his hole still rhythmically tightening around me. I grin when I realize I still have his hand trapped in mine which means he came hands free. Yep, I love that a whole fucking lot.
“You feel good?” Shively asks.
“Yes. Very. How do you feel?”
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he says, voice incredibly quiet. “Is it you or… ass stuff?”
I laugh and kiss his shoulder. “Maybe it’s both.”
He sighs, and his trembling stops. Begrudgingly, I pull my cock from his body and roll away to discard the condom. On my way back to the bed, I eye the box in my bag. Maybe it’s presumptuous, but I bring it to the bed and climb back on behind him.
“You think you’re up for another round tonight?”
Shively looks at me over his shoulders. “Are you commenting on my age?”
I grin. “No. Your stamina.”
He huffs.
Laughing, I kiss his jaw. “Actually, I’m asking how sore you are.”
“If you want to?—”
“What I want is for you to tell me whatyouwant, Shiv. I want you to stop turning it back on what I want.”
His eyebrows knit together, and I feel tension begin to stiffen his shoulders. “I…”
Submissive, a voice in my head reminds me. Maybe he’s not entirely aware why he’s struggling to answer. I roll Shively overand climb on top of him, so I can look into his eyes. “You want me to feel good. Don’t you?”
He nods immediately.
“You keep implying that your pleasure and needs are secondary. Are you doing that intentionally?”
His eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t… No, I guess I’m not.”
“Now that you know that you are, when I ask you if you want to have sex again tonight, what’s your answer?”
His smile is amused and small. “It’s not any different. If you don’t want to, then okay. If you want to, then okay.”
I sigh. “You’re frustrating.”
That’s the wrong thing to say. His entire body goes rigid.
“Woah, okay.” I kiss his lips. “Sorry. I take that back.” I kiss him all over until he begins relaxing. “I didn’t mean it like you’re taking it.”
“There are only so many ways to take it,” he says quietly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. You’re trying to communicate, and I’m not respecting your answers. I’m very sorry, Shiv.”
He sighs.
“Let’s try again. Can you think of a different way to answer my question?”
“I like the way I feel when you’re fucking me,” he says. There’s shyness in his voice. Recognizing that he’s trying to hide in my neck, I don’t pick my face up to look at him, continuing to give him that safe space. “It feels good, but… I want you to feel good… first?”
“I think our breakdown is that you’re not entirely sure what you’re trying to say. Is that accurate?”
This time, his sigh is one of relief. “Yes. I’m not trying to be frustrating.”
