Arousal shut down higher thought. The only thing that mattered—theonlything—was that Harlow stay inside him, knot him, make him keep feeling good.
Like this, there was no hurt, no shackling responsibility, no injustice. Shep didn’t need him, Parker didn’t depend on him.
Simon was free.
“Fuck me forever,” Simon panted. He barely knew what he said, but he spoke with conviction regardless. “Never stop. Pound me until I’m numb. Fucking… fuckingdestroyme.”
“Destroy you?” Harlow grabbed him by the hair and tugged his head to the side. Simon gasped, but didn’t struggle—the pain was perfect. The more aggressive Harlow got, the more dangerous it felt, and the more thrilling it became that Simon had conquered his body.
Harlow tilted his head so his lips were on Simon’s neck, his teeth grazing his skin. The words he spoke were dark and purposeful, wrapping around Simon’s spine like frost down a metal pole, so chilling that each syllable was hot to the touch. “No, Kid—destroy yourself. Take my dick like you mean it. I want to see youwantit.”
Harlow nipped and tugged at Simon’s neck, and Simon’s mind shut down. His hips raced, pumping at a frantic speed, no longer intimidated by the thick shaft inside him. All he wanted,allhe wanted, was to get Harlow as far in as he could, to feel his knot swell where he needed it the most, and to take Harlow’s cum.
Every last drop.
The couch groaned. Simon’s ass slapped against Harlow’s thighs, each impact causing it to jiggle. The noise of it, even without their hushed moaning, was too loud for the apartment. It was reckless and wrong and stupid, but it was so, so worth it. So incredibly right.
“I want you.” If they kept up like this, Simon would burst—he was sure of it. He rode Harlow relentlessly, balls tightening, feeling Harlow’s thickness strike his prostate in passing with every bounce. “Want you. Want you so bad…”
Pleasure turned into ecstasy. Simon bit his tongue, holding back a scream that longed to break free from his chest. Harlow’s cock hit dynamite inside of him, and pleasure detonated in his veins. Simon was trapped in its blast zone—there was no escape from the crater it made in him. He was going to come.
“I want that knot to stretch me out.” Dizzy, Simon gripped Harlow’s shirt for balance, then found himself suddenly disgusted with it. Clothes weren’t right. He tugged the garment over Harlow’s head and tossed it away, then did the same with his own. Skin to skin, nude, raw… it was what he wanted. No barriers, no distance, no regrets.
Precious. Wanted. Desired.
No one could take it away from him.
“Want it to… to plug me. To fucking… fucking trap your cum inside me andforceme to take it. Breed me, Harlow. I’m your dirty little boy, and I deserve to bebred.” Could he push Harlow into coming? Titillate him with ideas until he succumbed to Simon’s might? Drunk off the thought, Simon wiggled his hips, then started bouncing again. Every time he took Harlow to the hilt caused a new explosion—soon, there wouldn’t be anything of him left. “Don’t you wanna fill me up? I’m so tight and so hot for you. All for you. Don’t you want to give it to me? Makes me want to come just thinking about you pumping more of it into me to join what you put there last night…”
“Then come,” Harlow challenged. “Come all over my cock. Milk my shaft andbeg mefor my seed.”
Simon trembled. His hips pitched forward, and all at once, he clenched. Orgasm didn’t roll over him—it crashed through his very core, and he had to bury his mouth against Harlow’s shoulder to dampen the scream that wrenched loose from inside. His whole body spasmed, constricting around Harlow’s cock. Cum shot deep from his balls, leaving a desolate emptiness that Simon needed to fill.
He wasn’t done.
Not yet.
Not until that void inside was filled, until he got Harlow’s knot, until he coaxed the cum from Harlow’s balls.
“My good, dirty boy,” Harlow praised. Simon’s cum striped his stomach and chest, and as Simon continued to ride him, he watched Harlow gather it on his finger. “But I think you could be dirtier. Open your mouth, baby boy. How dirty can you get for me?”
Too much. Too much, but not enough. Simon’s depleted balls clenched, and his cock throbbed in response. He slowed his bouncing and parted his lips, just like Harlow had asked, and was rewarded by Harlow’s cum-coated finger. He traced it over the arc of Simon’s lower lip, back and forth, spilling some down Simon’s lip, before pressing it inward to follow the line of Simon’s teeth. Simon, overwhelmed with lust, gave in to instinct and sealed his lips over Harlow’s finger. He sucked.
He could be a dirty boy. He could besodirty.
So fucking dirty for Harlow.
With a chuckle, Harlow pulled his finger out of Simon’s mouth and ran it along his stomach and chest again, collecting what remained of Simon’s load. “You’re a good boy.”
“Your good boy.”
“Mm. My good boy.” Harlow cocked his head to the side, fixing Simon with an inquisitive look. With his eyes now adjusted to the darkness, Simon saw it plainly. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please.”
This time, Harlow presented his finger to Simon’s lips, and Simon took him into his mouth willingly. He licked and sucked, every now and then looking up at Harlow from beneath his eyelashes. All the while, he rocked his hips, setting a steady rhythm. Harlow was in him deep now, and Simon wasn’t letting him escape. He ground his ass against Harlow’s lap and tightened around his base, wanting him to come.
It wasn’t long before he got his wish.
