As he blew him, Corbin’s hand slid into his hair, and he slowed him down, making sure to show him how he liked his blowjobs.
Slow.
Deep.
And wet.
And Alex gave him that.
In that moment, he’d give him anything. He’d give him what was left of his battered and bruised soul right from his body if he asked.
If he would stay.
But he was a smart man, and Alex knew that in the end, he would walk away to save himself the pain of being told to go.
Yeah, life wasn’t ever going to change for him, and he knew that this becoming more had a snowball’s chance in Hell.
He just wasn’t worth it.
He wasn’t worth anything.
As Alex blew him, Corbin teetered on the edge. His body was wracked with pleasure, and he couldn’t help but want to cum. When he looked down, Alex was staring up at him, and he saw it.
Emptiness.
Yeah, he felt that to his cold, dead soul, too.
“I’m going to cum,” he whispered.
That was all he had to hear. Alex was braced for it. Sliding him deeper down his throat, he knew the exact moment when the floodgate opened. He felt the heat explode from Corbin, and he swallowed it all.
There was a moan, and Corbin realized it was from him. His body loosened up, and he felt the need to give something back to Alex.
He knew there would be nothing past this moment, but he didn’t want to think he didn’t care.
He did.
Way.
Too.
Much.
Pulling him up, they stood toe-to-toe, as he stared into his eyes. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around him, and locked him to his body.
Then, he kissed him.
Alex’s arms went around his neck, and he held on.
He clung to him, hoping to feel. It was out of desperation and loneliness, and it had him by the balls.
He was so hard, and the feel of this man against him made his whole being crave more.
He wanted to know what love felt like.
Alex desperately needed to know.
As his mouth dominated him, he could feel his boxers being shoved down, and the cool air of the room assault his bare ass. Then, he could feel his shirt being dropped from his body.
