"Your brilliance," I continued. "How I can hand you a crisis and know you'll transform it into opportunity." I gripped his hip tighter, driving deeper. "The way you switched to black coffee after I mentioned my taste had changed."
"You noticed that?" he whispered, voice cracking. His eyes glistened in the dim light.
"I notice everything about you. The way you touch your throat when you're nervous. How you stand slightly behind me in elevators, always guarding my back."
His breath hitched, body tightening around me. His cock twitched and swelled against his stomach.
"I love watching you with my sons," I admitted, something I'd never told him. "How patient you are despite everything." My rhythm stuttered. "The way you call me early on Sundays. How you hum when you think I can't hear you. Even those color-coded reports that somehow make chaos comprehensible."
Tears streaked his face now, his composure crumbling with each word. His lips trembled, hands clutching at me as though grasping for something long denied.
"Thirty-two years," he gasped, voice raw. "I didn't know if you even saw..."
"I saw everything." I leaned down to kiss away the tear, tasting salt on my tongue. "Your attention to every detail. The way you arrange my shirts by season and color. How you build extra time into my schedule when my leg pains me. The loyalty you've given me, even when I didn't deserve it."
"Algerone," he breathed, my name a prayer on his lips. His hands moved restlessly over my shoulders, down my back, as if trying to hold on to something slipping away.
"You're beautiful when you come apart for me," I continued, watching him struggle to maintain composure and fail. "When you finally let go of all that control."
His back arched sharply, a broken sound torn from his throat. His cock twitched and swelled even more against his stomach.
"Please," he begged, voice shattered. "Don't stop. Don't stop talking."
"You're the only one who knows all of me," I admitted, the confession costing me more than he knew. "The only one I trust with everything, not just what we've created but with me. With Jackson Wheeler."
His eyes widened at that, understanding the significance, because no one else knew that name, that past.
"Close?" I asked, feeling his body tightening around mine, the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly between us.
"Yes," he gasped. "So close. Please."
"You're not just my right hand, Maxime. You're my family. The one I chose. The only one who's ever really known me."
His eyes widened at that word, at something he'd never had, something we'd never acknowledged between us. His mouthopened in a silent gasp, body arching sharply as the orgasm overtook him without warning. His cock pulsed against his stomach, cum spilling across his skin in thick spurts. His body convulsed around me, the contractions gripping both my cock and the vibrator with raw intensity.
I continued moving inside him, overwhelmed by the raw vulnerability on his face. My throat tightened as I watched him surrender completely, walls crumbling after decades of perfect control.
His eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm continued. His hands clutched at my shoulders as he fought to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure.
"Too much," he gasped, body still spasming.
Another pulse of cum shot from his cock, and still his body convulsed with need.
"Just a little more," I murmured. "Be good and take just a little more so I can finish. You want my cum inside you, don't you, Max?"
His body responded with another violent shudder.
I buried myself to the hilt as my orgasm tore through me, flooding him with my release. My vision narrowed to a pinpoint, the world reduced to the place where our bodies joined, where I marked him from the inside out.
When my vision cleared, I carefully withdrew and switched off the vibrator, easing it from his body with gentle hands. His breath hitched at the sensation, oversensitive nerves protesting even the gentlest touch.
I found his eyes still locked with mine, pupils blown wide, expression open and vulnerable in ways I'd never seen before. Tears streaked his temples. I leaned down to kiss him.
Afterward, I didn't pull away. I gathered him close, one arm beneath his head, the other across his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath my palm. My cum leaked from his body,marking the sheets beneath us. The territorial satisfaction of knowing he carried part of me inside him sent a renewed surge of possessiveness through my veins. Even when we were apart today, he'd feel me with every step, every movement, a secret only we would share.
"Did you mean it?" he asked quietly. "All those things you said?"
"Every word." I pressed my lips to his temple. Words gathered on my tongue, three of them weighing more than any contract I'd ever signed, but they remained unspoken, trapped behind decades of careful control. Not yet, but soon.
