After a couple of hours together, I’d peed so much, and we’d eaten a lot of Chinese food from the restaurant nearby. It was nice, my muscles felt less tense, and my mind less clouded.
“Does this count as a third date?” he asked, scooping noodles into his mouth with his chopsticks. “I think it should.”
“I don’t want to put pressure on it,” I mumbled. “Since our dates have already gone on to some intense bedroom sessions.”
He laughed. The bed was currently occupied with all the food he’d bought in little metal and plastic containers, alongsidethe bowls we were eating from. And the crumbs. Prawn crackers were delicious, but those things snapped apart and left their sharp little crumbs everywhere.
“I can clean it off,” he said. “Does it mean you’re staying the night?”
“After you’ve taken care of me, I think I’d love to stay the night.”
He smiled. “Perfect,” he said. “Because as your on-call doc—not a real doctor,sorry Mom,” he snickered. “It’s my recommendation you stay the night. In fact, that’s an order.” His voice fluctuated between strong conviction and soft submission.
It was strange to give up all my power to him. In usual cases of power play, I was in charge, in control. I was the one who demanded people stay put, not move, trust me with power over their bodies, and yet here I was, allowing him full rein over me. I suppose that was the ultimate power, right? Allowing the sweet, small submissive to play doctor and patient with me.
There wasn’t any pain now. The only pain came from the idea that Mercy would be coming for me. I could take a little time off from all her demands, especially since she was always the one asking me to do something she needed me for. But right now, I needed Ezra, to know he was safe, and even if I wasn’t at maximum Jacques, I was always Reaper, and that side of me would reveal itself if we were under attack.
“I have a spare toothbrush,” Ezra said, coming to me in the bedroom. He was in a pair of boxer briefs I’d left behind—two sizes too big for him. He swished his hips around, waiting for me to mention them and the tank top clinging to his tight body. “It’s just a basic one. I bet you’re used to those fancy buzzing and moving ones, aren’t you?”
I got up off the bed in just my sweatpants. My body ached as it moved now, no pain, but like my limbs required lubricationto function like actual limbs. “It’s fine,” I told him. “Some days I just spin mouthwash around and spit.”
He laughed, planted the toothbrush against my chest, and rubbed his other hand down it, right to my abdomen, which tensed for his pleasure. “That’s not healthy,” he whispered, his eyes following the line up from my chest to meet my eyes. “But you’re going to brush them with me.”
“Is that doctor’s orders?”
He giggled. “This is fun,” he said, nodding. “I need you to make me a promise.”
“I can make a promise.”
“A pinky promise?” His hand slipped into mine, pulling it up. His pinky finger hooked around mine. “Promise me you’re not going to up and leave in the middle of the night.”
“I promise,” I told him. “So, why did you always want me to stay over?”
He snorted so adorably. “I thought that was obvious now,” he said, still pushing the toothbrush to my chest, the bristles tickling me. He grabbed hold of my upper arm, his small hand barely able to fit around it, and as I flexed, he moaned. It took a lot of energy to flex, tensing my arm up into an L shape. “You’re strong. You’re... kinda threatening.”
“Kinda?” I laughed. “People see me coming and they run.”
“Exactly,” he said, still trying his best to squeeze my arm. “In my mind, you were either here because Nexovex hired you, in which case I was feeling weird about you having sex with me for money, or you were here because of a third party—so many third parties don’t want the information coming out.” He let go of my arm and tucked the toothbrush into the waistband of my sweats. “Come on,” he said. “I don’t want to imagine any other reasons.”
Ezra turned and I pulled him into a deep, strong hug, all my energy being expended for him. It was worth it just toenvelope myself around him. “We met because I thought you were cute,” I said. “Opposite of me.”
His voice came through, hitched on breaths. “I think I matched with you because I thought you couldn’t be real, or that you’d accidentally joined the gay side of the app.”
I kissed the side of his neck then let my teeth touch his skin as my tongue came out to prod and lick at it. “So many people think that, and you told me when we first met. I remember like it was yesterday.”
“It was like a month ago,” he said, shimmying around and giggling as I’d rediscovered his sensitivity around his neck and collar. “Not too long. But I remember too. You scared me... kinda.”
“In a good way?”
He nodded, with the weakest, breathy “Yes” from his lips. “Then my body realized you were right for me.”
“Your body?” I asked, walking us into the bathroom together. We stood in front of the mirror above the sink. “Tell me more about this... body.” With one hand around his waist, I pushed it up under the vest, exploring his soft skin and squeezing gently with my palm and extending my fingertips just slightly.
Ezra’s soft voice had me hard, and pressing up against his back, my cock was ready for him. It had been weeks since I’d seen any action, and it was desperate to find a home between Ezra’s two plump, tanned cheeks where his sweet hairless hole was. I gripped him closer as my mind map of his body travelled from his ass, up the faint line of his taint to his small ball sack—which was smaller when he came—and up to his chubbed, uncut cock, two tones darker than the rest of his body with a peach tip. I salivated to the point Ezra’s face turned from excitement to worry.
“Are you... okay?” he asked, wiping the drool from the corner of my lip.
“Kiss me,” I said.
