“Mmfuck, you feel good,” Matthew mewled, rolling his head back as a new wave of pleasure took hold. Orgasm wasn’t far, but he fought it with everything he had. The longer he held out, the longer Damien would keep going.
“Me?” Damien chuckled darkly, then nipped Matthew’s neck and apologized with a kiss. His free hand snaked between their bodies and pumped Matthew’s shaft. “No. All of this is you.”
Flattered, Matthew hummed and rolled his hips, bucking into Damien’s hand. Damien redoubled his efforts. With a low, possessive growl, he locked his arm across Matthew’s lower back, then pounded him into the mattress. New pleasure burst inside of Matthew. With a startled gasp, he clenched his jaw in an attempt to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use—a cry pushed its way through his teeth, and Matthew came. One pulse. Two. Cum landed in stripes over his stomach, wet and warm. With Damien still inside of him, working his own way toward orgasm, Matthew barely noticed.
What he wanted, only Damien could provide.
“Knot me,” Matthew begged in a whisper. “Please,please,I need it. Come in me. Fill me with your knot.”
“Fuck,” Damien rasped. His hips jerked, and he abandoned stroking Matthew’s cock to squeeze his ass and push their bodies closer. “Fuck!”
Pressure.
Sudden. Satisfying. Whole.
Matthew gasped. The only knot he’d ever taken had belonged to his ex-boyfriend, Jason, and Matthew didn’t remember it feeling like this.
Wanting it as deep inside of him as it could go, Matthew wiggled his hips and pushed into Damien as his knot started to swell. It burned as it stretched him beyond comfort, but only for a second. Soon enough, the pain was replaced by deep satisfaction. Matthew thought he knew why—Damien had started to fill him with cum.
“Oh fucksticks,” Damien muttered breathlessly. He lifted his head and peered into Matthew’s eyes, his expression more serious than before. “Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Now promise me you’re not lying about it.”
Matthew snorted. So much for post-orgasmic bliss. “Seriously?”
“There’ve been some batshit crazy boys in my life. It wouldn’t surprise me.”
If it hadn’t been for the hint of laughter sparkling in Damien’s eyes and the fact that he had glitter stuck to his forehead where he’d pushed it against the mattress, Matthew might have been offended. Instead, he laughed. “Like the kind of batshit crazy that glitter bombs a room without double-checking to see who it belongs to? I mean… you didn’t even have to ask another person. There’s only one suitcase in here. My dad is sharing a room with Alex.”
“Shh. We don’t use logic here.” Damien pressed a finger to Matthew’s lips, silencing him. His efforts did nothing to stop Matthew from laughing. Amused, he sucked Damien’s finger into his mouth and closed his eyes, bobbing his head to give Damien a show. Damien’s knot, which was well and truly lodged in his ass, throbbed, and he pushed into Matthew lazily another few times while he came yet again.
A little less-than-innocent fun turned into a short but passionate round two. All the while, Damien’s knot remained locked in Matthew’s ass.
When they were both finished, Damien dropped his head into the glitter and groaned low in his throat. “Fuck.Goddammit, you feel good. You sure you’re going to be okay? If I have it my way, that’s not going to be the last load you take tonight.”
“I am.” Matthew searched Damien’s face for signs of regret, but found none. “I don’t know what kind of guys you usually take to bed, but… you know I’m a single dad, right? Just like you? I’m sure my dad has told you. The last thing I want is more kids—raising one is tough enough.”
Damien looked sheepish. “Oh, yeah. Raising kids. Tough as shit. You’re right.”
That was… weird.
Matthew narrowed his eyes. “Just so there’s no confusion or crossed wires here, youarea single dad, right?”
“I’m a Single Dad,” Damien said a little too quickly and a hint too defensively. Pink rose in his cheeks. It was the first time Matthew had seen him lose his composure. “Totally a Single Dad.”
“Like a single dad Single Dad, or a Single Dad Single Dad?” Matthew’s eyes narrowed until they were nothing more than slits.
“Definitely a Single Dad Single Dad.”
“Okay, wait. This isn’t helping.” Matthew blinked his eyes open. “Are you a Single Dad as in you’re a member of the Single Dad Support Group, or are you a single dad as in you’ve helped raise a child?”
Silence.
Unsure how to read Damien’s reluctance to answer, Matthew propped himself up on his elbows and gave him a hard look. “You’renota single dad?”
Damien buzzed his lips and waved a hand dismissively. “I’m Knot, a Single Dad.”
