We lay there for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his softening cock still inside me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and I could feel his heart hammering against my back.
“Holy shit,” he finally breathed.
“Yeah,” I agreed, because what else was there to say?
He pulled out slowly, and I felt the loss immediately. But before I could miss his warmth, he was rolling me over to face him, his hand cupping my cheek as he kissed me. It was soft and sweet, completely at odds with what we’d just done.
“I can’t believe I just fucked you in my sleep,” he said when he pulled back, and I could hear the embarrassment creeping into his voice.
“You woke up eventually,” I pointed out. “And you definitely finished the job awake.”
He laughed, the sound low and genuine. “True. Still, that’s got to be the weirdest way I’ve ever had sex with someone.”
“Weirdest? Or hottest?”
He pretended to think about it. “Definitely hottest.”
I grinned, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Good answer.”
We needed to clean up. I could feel his cum starting to leak out of me, and the sheets were definitely covered in lube. But neither of us seemed willing to move just yet. Instead, Kent pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin.
“So,” he said after a moment, his face out of view. “About earlier. With Trevor.”
My good mood deflated slightly. “Do we have to talk about that right now?”
“Probably not the best timing,” he admitted. “But I want you to know I’m sorry. For how I reacted. You were right. I do put up walls when I get scared.”
I pulled back to look at him. “And are you still scared?”
“Terrified,” he said honestly. “But I’m also done running. You called me out on it, and you were right. I can’t keep doing that to you. Tous.”
The word ‘us’ made something warm bloom in my chest. “So, what does that mean?”
“It means we figure this out together. Whatever Trevor does or doesn’t do, whatever happens at work, whatever our parents think if they ever find out… We handle it together.” His thumb stroked along my cheekbone. “I’m not saying I’m ready to shout it from the rooftops or anything. But I’m done pretending this doesn’t matter. That you don’t matter.”
I kissed him again, deeper this time, trying to pour everything I was feeling into it. When we finally broke apart, we were both smiling.
“We should probably deal with this mess,” I said, gesturing to the sheets.
Kent groaned. “Do we have to?”
“Unless you want to sleep in the wet spot.”
“Fair point.” He reluctantly pulled away, climbing out of bed. I watched him walk naked to the bathroom, completely unselfconscious, and felt a surge of affection so strong it almost hurt.
This thing between us was messy and complicated and probably a terrible idea. But as Kent returned with a warm washcloth and started cleaning me up with gentle care that made my heart clench, I thought maybe we could make this work.
“You’re being very sweet right now,” I observed, watching him concentrate on his task.
“Yeah, well.” His ears went a little pink. “I just fucked you raw. Least I can do is clean you up after.”
I laughed softly. “Such a gentleman.”
“Shut up.” But he was smiling as he said it, tossing the washcloth toward the bathroom before crawling back into bed beside me.
We ended up stripping the sheets and remaking the bed together, working in comfortable silence. When we finally settled back under the fresh covers, Kent immediately pulled me against him again, resuming his octopus position.
“You’re a clingy sleeper,” I commented, though I made no move to pull away.
