For a while they fucked like that—Damien pumping into Matthew deep and hard while Matthew perked his ass to meet his movements. With each thrust, Damien’s cock disappeared between Matthew’s cheeks and stretched his tight hole. It was easy to imagine that Matthew was taking him all the way to his belly—that Damien was stuffing him full.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Who’d given Matthew permission to be the hottest fucking being in the universe? Aliens could shove it. There was no contest.
Damien followed the dip of Matthew’s spine to the back of his neck, where short, dark hair grew. Matthew sagged onto the bed, held aloft only by his knees and Damien’s hands. He whimpered with pleasure and nestled into the blankets as Damien fucked him, a perfect pet devoted to his Daddy’s pleasure.
Damien needed nothing else from him.
What Matthew gave him by enjoying their connection was enough.
Each whimper, each moan, and each mewl instilled in Damien a sense of purpose—Matthew’s pleasure reminded him that, despite every fucked-up thing in his life, he could still make someone happy.
“Daddy,” Matthew panted. The utterance was so faint that Damien barely heard it. “Daddy, Daddy,Daddy.”
While he spoke, Matthew reached beneath himself to stroke his own cock, matching Damien’s vigorous speed. The sight was captivating. Damien groaned and tightened his grip on Matthew’s ass, pushing his plump cheeks together so they pressed tightly onto his shaft.
“Do you know how good you are?” Damien asked as he pulled out of Matthew until only his tip remained. With agonizing slowness, he pushed back in. “Do you know how much you inspire me? How strong you make me feel?”
Matthew shivered. In response, Damien let go of one of his cheeks and smoothed his hand over the circular impressions his fingers had left behind. Once he was bottomed out in Matthew, he let that same hand slide down Matthew’s thigh, then reach around to take custody of his cock. Matthew released his grip immediately and slumped onto the mattress.
“When I’m with you, I feel the world could come at me and I could take it on.” As Damien pumped Matthew’s shaft, he lowered himself over his body until his chest was flush with Matthew’s back. From there, he pushed Matthew’s ass onto the bed, then fucked him with the quick, deep thrusts he favored when he was about to knot. One delicate cry after the next spilled from Matthew’s lips. With what small space he was afforded, he bucked into Damien’s hand, made wild with pleasure.
“When I’m with you,” Damien continued, nipping the back of Matthew’s neck between his shoulders, “not even the worst life has to throw at me feels so bad.”
Matthew trembled and tensed, his body tightening around Damien’s shaft. Damien dropped his head and chased away a moan by sinking his teeth into the crook of Matthew’s neck where the scent of Matthew’s omega was the strongest. He didn’t apply enough pressure to break the skin, but he wanted Matthew to feel him, to know him, and to understand that the power he possessed would never be used against him.
“I want you to come,” Damien ordered as he pushed into Matthew with increasing fervor. To encourage him, Damien recalled the road map Matthew had given him and thrust in small, shallow ways, hoping to rub against Matthew’s prostate. If he could give that to his boy—if he could drive him to the edge and catch him on his way down—then there was nothing Damien couldn’t do.
Matthew whimpered. He pushed into Damien’s hand, then thrust back against his cock, fucking himself from both directions. Damien peppered his neck with kisses and kept his rhythm, pumping into Matthew until he, too, was precariously close to the edge.
“Come,” Damien urged. The word was dark and husky, spoken against the back of Matthew’s ear. “Come, sweet baby boy. I need to feel you come before I can give you the knot you need.”
The whimpers Matthew made grew pitched. He squirmed and bucked, then gasped. A shudder ran through his body and shot through his dick, which twitched and pulsed in Damien’s hand. Cum leaked down his knuckles. Then more. And more.
Never wanting it to end, Damien thrust against the spot that had sent Matthew toppling over the edge until, with a squeak, Matthew went still. His release flipped a switch in Damien, shutting out the anger he’d internalized after his chat with Bankes.
To Matthew he was enough. To Matthew he was worthwhile.
And for Matthew, Damien would always strive to be the best he could be, not just as a professional, but as a lover and a father.
With a throaty groan, Damien pushed into Matthew and let go. A hot, tingling sensation rushed through his balls and into his shaft, followed by enormous relief as his knot started to swell. Driven by instinct, he bucked into Matthew to lodge his knot. Cum flooded him—Damien bred his boy.
“I love you.” Damien squeezed his eyes closed and fought the cry building in his chest, but it was too much to hold back. As his balls emptied and his knot locked them in place, he let it go, releasing what remained of the pent-up frustration, anger, and ecstasy harbored in his soul. “Love you so much.”
“Love you, too.” Matthew’s voice was thin and satiated, but his body was still tense. Damien collected him in his arms and rolled them both onto their sides, but the change of position did nothing to help Matthew’s tension.
“What’s wrong?”
“I made a mess,” Matthew despaired.
It was such a small thing that Damien almost laughed. To reassure Matthew that everything was fine, he nuzzled the short hairs of his nape and kissed again and again with chaste affection. “I know. Daddy will take care of it. You don’t have to worry—you were a good boy.”
Matthew hummed happily. His body visibly relaxed. Damien just held him, memorizing the moment for everything it was, and everything it wasn’t—a goodbye to what had been, and a hello to a future that was still taking shape.
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