Another.
Oh, fuck yeah, wiggle that ass as I knot you, baby. Let it sink in deep. If you keep squeezing like that, I’m gonna keep coming in you forever… but that’s what you want, isn’t it? Oh, greedy baby, you’re gonna drain me dry.
Matthew could take no more. Muffling a cry in his pillow, he thrust into his hand and came. Pleasure pulsed through his groin, and in a bid to hold on to it for as long as he could, he remained ass up on the bed, hoping that if he didn’t move, it would never go away.
Seconds passed. The pleasure faded. Exhausted, Matthew dropped onto the bed and kicked the sheets until they were piled haphazardly by his feet. Once he was comfortable, he checked his messages. A few remained unread.
Take it. Take all of it. Fuck, you’re beautiful.
Love how you feel on my knot.
Love how you feel inside me,Matthew returned as he settled into post-orgasmic bliss.I came so hard.
That’s the power of The Galaxy’s Best, baby ;)
Matthew snorted. His smile broadened. Verging on giddy, he traced his fingers over the edge of his phone as if Damien would be able to feel his affection.I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I was upset when you were leaving. I know it’s something you had to do. I’m not taking it personally.
Okay, that was a teensy bit of a lie, but it was more or less true. Matthew wasn’t taking it personally anymore, and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered.
I hated to do it. If I had my way, I would have stayed with you all week. I’m not kidding when I say I’m going to be skinning a lawyer when I get back to New York.
Where are you right now?
Right now? Oh, some thirty thousand feet over the Pacific Ocean.
Matthew furrowed his brow.How are you replying to my messages?
With the magic of first-class Wi-Fi privileges and disregard for federal law. Probably. Or it might be via industrious messenger pigeons who’ve upped their game and joined the twenty-first century. I’ll never tell.
A snort didn’t cut it this time around—Matthew laughed. Cheeks glowing with heat, he grabbed the sheets with his toes and contorted himself until he’d drawn them up and over his body. Talking with Damien, whether in person or through text, was a balm for his soul. It was ridiculous to think that not even an hour ago, he’d assumed that Damien would want nothing to do with him, and that they’d never talk again.
Not that talking to each other was necessarily a good thing. All things considered, leaving each other alone was likely the most responsible course of action, but Matthew was done with being responsible. He deserved happiness, and right now, that happiness was Damien.
Will you text me again?Matthew asked. Exhaustion started to drag on his eyelids. It wasn’t all that late, but the intensity of his orgasm had knocked him on his ass. Before he passed out, he needed to know where they stood. Beating himself up over miscommunications and uncertainties sucked, and he wasn’t interested in doing it again.
Will you keep being my good boy?
The way Matthew’s pulse spiked upon reading those words spoke for him.Yes.
Then yes, I will, for as long as you want me.
The answer struck Matthew as odd, and he hesitated over his reply, wondering if he should say something. Why wouldn’t he want Damien? What sane, rational person wouldn’t?
Of course I want you.Matthew didn’t send the text. Instead, he considered if he should add to it. At last, he went with his gut and padded the message, spelling things out as clearly as he could.Just… I know things are weird because of my dad. I need to make sure you’re fine with it. I don’t want anything in your life to go wrong because of me.
For a long while, there was no reply. Damien started and stopped typing several times, but never sent a message. Nervous that he’d done more harm than good, Matthew tapped the text field and was about to follow up when Damien’s response arrived.
I know. I’ll handle it. Don’t you worry about it for a second, baby boy. This is my problem, not yours. You haven’t done anything wrong.
Pleased, Matthew hummed and closed his eyes. A part of him objected to the statement and insisted that whatever problems they faced, they should face together, but that sentiment was overruled by the gratification of knowing that he was being cared for. It was a nice change to not have to worry about life—to have someone there to deal with the most complicated things in his stead.
Before sleep could claim him, Matthew opened his eyes and sent another text.Thank you.
You’re welcome.
I’m going to fall asleep in a sec here, but… I had a lot of fun. I like you. I’m glad you like me, too.
I like you very much. Goodnight. Will you have sweet dreams for me?
