Harlow's thumb swept over the head of Simon's cock a second time. As it did, he tucked his free arm over Simon’s stomach, holding him in place. He chuckled. “You keep surprising me, Kid… just when I think I've got you figured out, off you go again, defying expectations.”
“What do you mean?”
“I would never,” Harlow toyed with Simon's slit, pushing it back and forth to a slow, teasing rhythm that almost made Simon come, “imagine that you,” his hand slid down Simon's shaft, spreading the precum it had collected until it seeped into Simon’s skin, “would think for a single second about being unsafe.”
“I…” Simon took a panicked breath. “I'm…”
“Are you taking contraceptives?”
“Yes,” Simon squeaked, even though the answer was no. All his life he'd been the scrawny, nerdy kid more likely to get a wedgie than a date. When the thought of him ever receiving a creampie was laughable, why would he need to worry about birth control? Heat blockers were as far as he went.
Harlow chuckled. “You're a lousy liar, Kid. What are you trying to do? Get me to knock you up?”
Simon's treacherous cock throbbed.
“You… want me to knock you up?”
Harlow’s thick cock, plugging him, pumping him full… the thrill, the risk, the danger. Simon didn’t want the baby—Parker was more than enough for him—but to have Harlow raw, to know that what they did was so naughty, was beyond hot.
“I’m… I’m not near my heat,” Simon murmured. If his heart beat any harder, it would shatter his ribcage. “I won’t get pregnant. I just…”
“You want me to come inside you.”
Another throb. Simon’s lips parted, and had it not been for Harlow’s arm holding him in place, he would have crumpled to the floor. Harlow, his knot locked in Simon’s ass, stretching him wider than he’d ever been before, shooting load after load as deep into Simon as he could get… “Y-Yeah. I wanna… feel it inside. Wanna have it drip out of me. And then, when it’s coming out, I want you to stuff it back inside again.”
“Fuck.” Harlow’s voice had once been the embodiment of controlled seduction, but now it had turned urgent with lust. He took the lube from Simon, the click of its cap loud in the otherwise quiet room. “Oh fuck, Kid…”
Words had made Harlow lose control—words spoken from Simon’s mouth, summoned from his mind. The power was incredible. Now that he’d discovered it, he couldn’t turn off his tongue.
“I want to know it’s inside me,” Simon whispered. He watched Harlow strip in the mirror, thrilled by the thought thathewas the one making it happen. If he kept talking, what else could he get Harlow to do? How far could he push? “I want to lie in bed after you’ve finished knotting me, after you’ve pumped it deep inside me over and over, and be able to play with it while I finger my own ass. Tomorrow morning, I want you to look at me fully clothed and know that no matter where I go, your cum is inside me—that I was a naughty, filthy little boy last night and let you put it there… and that I’m going to be a naughty, filthy little boy and let you do it all over again as soon as we have a second alone.”
Harlow’s clothes hit the floor. His eyes flashed. Simon had woken the beast inside, and now he was coming out to play.
“I want you to come in me until your balls are empty,” Simon whispered as Harlow tugged down his boxer-briefs. They fell to the floor, pooling around Simon’s feet. “I want you to knot me so many times, I feel empty without you. Wanna have you screw me until I turn into a slut for you—until there’s nothing I want in life other than to have your thick fucking cock in my ass.”
Dirty. So fuckingdirty.
Simon braced his hands on the counter. He bent over, ass up. Harlow gripped him by the waist and tugged him into position, his slick cock sliding between Simon’s cheeks. It was bigger than Simon had imagined it would be—bigger than the dildos he’d played with while pretending Harlow was there with him. It slipped back and forth, teasing his hole, but never quite pressing inside.
No dildo could compare.
Simon’s balls clenched. He lowered his head, focused entirely on the sensation. Back and forth, back and forth. The slippery head of Harlow’s cock snagged his hole, then popped out. Simon’s cock pulsed, and a thick bead of precum oozed from its tip, then stretched toward the floor. Play had never been like this before—never been so exciting.
And he knew why.
In seconds, Harlow’s tip was going to meet his hole again, but this time, itwouldn’tslip out. He’d realize how much pleasure he could take from penetrating something tight and warm, and he’d plunge inside, taking Simon’s ass. He’d stretch him on his thick cock and breed him just like he had in every one of Simon’s fantasies. His calloused hands would grip Simon’s hips, he’d buck forward, and Simon would lose his virginity at the same time that he lost himself to otherworldly ecstasy.
Breathless, Simon continued. If he kept talking dirty, could he make his dreams come true? Would Harlow fuck him all over the bathroom? Knot him for hours and hours, until their bodies were too tired to fit together anymore? Until cum ran from his ass and dripped down his thighs? That wasn’t enough—would never be enough. Simon wanted it all. “And when I’m too full to take it in my ass, I want you to drench me with it. On my stomach, my chest, my face. I want you to come on my lips and push it into my mouth. I want you to come across my glasses. I want you to lick it from my flat stomach and feed it to me, because it all belongs inside of me, doesn’t it? My mouth, my ass—”
Pressure.
Incredible, unmistakable pressure.
Simon gasped. His hole, used to smaller dildos, gaped as Harlow sank into him. He lifted his head to see Harlow in the mirror, his gaze lowered, watching as his cock disappeared inch by inch into Simon’s ass. With a muffled cry, Simon tried his best to loosen up so Harlow could take him easily, but all his body wanted to do was clench and fight the intrusion.
Clench and come.
“Fuck,” Harlow uttered. He gripped Simon’s hips roughly, feeding himself deeper into Simon’s ass as Simon fought to loosen for him. “Oh, fuck, Kid…”
