And paint my glasses? Hm. I think that’s a level of sucking dick I’m not ready to try. I suppose I’ll try swallowing. It can’t be that hard. Can it really taste that bad?
Wait. These are the precursors to babies! Oh, god, I can’t swallow them. That’s cannibalism. That’s?—
I choke when he comes. The hot, saltyliquidof indeterminate weird and slimy viscosity coats my mouth, shoots at the back of my throat, and dribbles down like postnasal drip. I cough around him, which somehow pulls his cum into my sinuses, and I gag.
Unable to stand it, I pull off him and cough. Eyes watering. Face now covered in grossness.
Voss laughs as I struggle through a less-than-spectacular ending. When I get myself under control, Voss is watching me with one of his hands under his head and the other slowly stroking his dick.
“Ending needs some work,” I rasp.
He laughs again. “I tried to warn you.”
“I didn’t realize it was like a water pistol,” I defend.
“What did you think?”
“Well…” I think about the times I got off. “Like… a baking soda volcano when the lava slides down the mountainside.”
He hums.
I totally just gave away that I’m not a shooter. Is that a problem? Speaking of problem, I glance down my body and… slightly hard. Like maybe the tickle that a good, deep sneeze causes. But I don’t feel arousal exactly. I’m not sure what I feel.
Sitting back on my haunches, I sigh.
“Talk to me,” Voss says. “I don’t want you to ghost again, so tell me what you’re thinking.”
I hang my head. Yep, I deserve that. I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and crawl up the bed to lie along his side. “I’m really sorry about that. I won’t do it again.”
“I didn’t mean for you to take that as a jab. But I need you to talk to me.”
“I don’t feel much,” I admit. I grab his hand and bring it to my not-interested dick. If anything, it’s like a worm trying to get out from underground when it’s pouring, so it doesn’t drown.
“Let’s talk about how you mentally feel. A lot of asexual people have said they feel used, gross, upset, unhappy, dirty…”
I shake my head. “This was my idea.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean you won’t feel that way.”
I close my eyes. His hand is still over my cock, mine cupping the back of his. How do I feel? Tired. I feel tired.
But the other emotions he suggested? “No,” I answer after a minute. “I’m just tired. But are you less stressed?”
“Yeah, Brek. I am. Come here.”
We shift and slide together until we’re wrapped around each other. Voss struggles to bring the blankets up and around us. I sigh once we’re settled.
“What’s going on tomorrow?” he asks. “You have plans?”
“Uh-uh. Do you?”
“I need to get the nursery together. Finish my bedroom baby stations. He’ll be here soon.”
My eyes open. “Are you excited?”
Voss doesn’t answer for a minute. “I am. I’m also scared and… wondering if I made the right decision.”
“What decision?”
