51
Simon
Atop sheets and blankets softer than Simon had ever touched before, in a room with huge glass doors that let out onto a balcony overlooking the Warwick private beach, Harlow pushed Simon’s legs back. The golden hour had arrived, drawing to a close a fabulous day filled with laughter and reignited hope.
“I love you,” Harlow whispered, his hands smoothing over the backs of Simon’s thighs. The bed shifted as he tucked in close, his bare body against Simon’s, his thick cock finding its way between Simon’s plump cheeks. “I love you so damned much.”
“I know.” Simon smiled, then gasped and let his head roll back amongst the pillows. Harlow’s cock had slid down his taint and found his hole, invading it. Simon’s body stretched for him, offering itself up. It had learned what Simon had known for ages—that he belonged to Harlow.
A gentle rock of Harlow’s hips pushed him farther into Simon’s body. Between the lube they’d already applied and how relaxed Simon was to be in Harlow’s bed, suddenly free from the burdens of life that had been crushing him, penetration was easy. Pleasure bloomed in Simon, unfurling its petals. Unlike most times when they’d had sex, there was nothing hurried or secret about this, and the enjoyment Simon got from it was different. Fuller. They weren’t fucking anymore—they were making love.
“Harlow,” Simon moaned. He cast his head to the side, loving the way Harlow’s scent clung to his pillows. While he did, Harlow thrust again and again, setting a pace that allowed Simon to feel every inch of his length. With every rock forward, Harlow angled upward, rubbing Simon’s prostate, sending shivers of delight up Simon’s spine. “Harlow.”
“This is our every day,” Harlow told him. While he did his best to keep his tone even, Simon heard the excitement behind it, and the strain as he tried to keep himself from coming. While they took it slowly, Simon found himself ready to release, too. Against all odds, he’d made it here with Harlow—the sex they shared shouldn’t have been possible, and yet, it was happening. That alone made Simon want to let it all go. “Our every day… can you believe it?”
“No.” Simon sucked in a shuddering breath and pushed against Harlow as he thrust. “I can’t. It’s…”
Words failed, but Harlow was there to fill in where Simon fell short.
“Amazing.”
With every thrust, Simon’s body stretched for him. With every thrust, Simon’s breath quickened. He turned his head to the side while Harlow took hold of his hair, not quite pulling, but not being overly gentle, either. The firm touch was exactly what Simon needed, and he let go of a moan that had come on suddenly. Harlow kissed and nipped his neck.
Even when they were gentle, Harlow saw to his needs. For as long as Simon chose to stay, Harlow would provide for him. After so long spent taking care of others, he’d found someone who would do whatever it took to take care of him in return. Tears formed behind Simon’s closed eyes, but he didn’t let them fall—it wasn’t because he was too numb to cry, but because they had no place in this moment. Right now, all he needed was to be happy.
“Where do you want me to come, baby?” Harlow asked, lips pressed against the bottom of Simon’s jaw. “I can’t hold out much longer—you feel too good.”
“Wherever you want.” Messy or not, the moment wouldn’t be ruined. Simon’s heart was full, and Harlow’s choice wouldn’t change that. Inside of him, gifting him with warmth and wetness; over his stomach, marking him as claimed; or in his mouth, where Simon could lap the cum from his slit and suck on his smooth head… all of it sounded good.
Their pace increased. Harlow grunted, then pressed a hard kiss to the crook of Simon’s neck. He pulled out slowly, shooting as he did, depositing his load first right behind Simon’s pucker, then withdrawing completely so he could shoot over it, soaking it, before he pushed all the way back in and came deep, knotting Simon as he did. Cum dripped from Simon’s taint, slid around the base of Harlow’s thick cock, and slipped between his cheeks.
Messy, somessy.
But even as it dripped, Harlow was putting it inside of him.
Simon was being bred.
Bred.
Simon gasped and squirmed beneath Harlow, working himself against his knot. Arousal built itself to white-hot levels in his groin as his mind returned again and again to the same scintillating thoughts. Harlow was inside of him, knotting him, breeding him. It was irresponsible, and risky, and impossibly hot—and from here on out, it washis.Harlow washis.
They’d never need to say goodbye again.
Simon’s balls clenched. Orgasm struck. With a muffled cry, he came, spilling across his stomach.
Chest rising and falling, heart full of love, he looked up at Harlow and saw the beauty of his smile in the golden light of dusk, the look of adoration in his eyes. This was how it was supposed to be—how it would always be, if only they kept trying for each other.
The monochrome that had devoured Simon’s world was still there—grief wouldn’t be stripped from him so easily. But with every new sunset, and every new smile, another curlingchip of it would peel away, leaving him that much closer to returning to the young man he’d been before the accident. As long as it took, and no matter how laborious it turned out to be, Simon would keep ripping those patches from his soul. One day, he’d be free of them. One day. But until then, there was still reason to smile and cause to be happy. In Harlow, he’d found a partner, a lover, a home… Simon would enjoy them day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment, and never take the time he had for granted again.
