The last bit of my shift goes quickly. Micah is quiet, but I understand. He’s probably just as freaked out at the idea of me running back to the Banna after everything we’ve gone through as I am at the idea of them dragging me back. I don’t poke at him, instead focusing on closing up and getting us home in one piece.
He was already tired, so the two margs I made him hit harder than normal. He’s not drunk by any means, but he’s a little loose and a lot sleepy by the time I drag him up to the apartment.
“Bedtime, Bambi. You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up.”
I’m pulling off his shoes for him while he leans on my shoulders after we both threw our keys and phones somewhere to the side. As soon as I’m done, he pulls me up and starts to devour my face. Not even a hello kiss, this is a full-on tongue-down-my-throat kiss.
“What was that for?” I say quietly when we finally break apart. Not that I care. I’m already half hard, and his scrubs are thin enough that they’re doing nothing to hide how worked up he is for me in return.
He doesn’t say anything, though. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my chest, squeezing me tight. He doesn’t do this very often, but whenever he does, I feel like he needs it a lot. I immediately reach out and hold him close, kissing the top of his head just like I did back at the bar.
“I’m not going anywhere, Bambi. I promise. I already spent my life savings getting my new identity, anyway. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get documents forged in the digital age? It’s horseshit, I tell you. What do I need a social security number for anyway?”
That finally makes him laugh, even if the noise is muffled by my chest. Sometimes it’s nice to be like this. I feel like the version of myself when we were kids, and the world was dark but simple. I knew how to protect him and that was the only thing I needed to do.
Now it’s always him protecting me, and I don’t know how he fucking does it because it’s always so complicated I don’t even know where to start. I don’t understand any of it. Not the practical shit like actually learning how to become a real person, or the psychological shit like learning to live with my broken brain instead of running away from it.
He does, though. He’s always there with meds or advice or sometimes just to fuck the nonsense out of me, if that’s what I need in the moment. He always knows.
I lean down, wrapping my arms under his tight little ass and hitching him up until I’m carrying him. He makes a small squeak of surprise, which I file away in my memory bank with the other noises he makes for all eternity, but he only clings tighter to me as I walk us both to the shower.
“Come on. I’m sure you’d like to take out whatever these feelings you’re having on my ass. Don’t say I’m not here for you, Bambi.”
He chuckles, but it’s a maniacal sound and I know this is exactly what he was hoping would happen.
That’s fine. It’s exactly what I wanted as well.
We strip each other down, everything getting quicker and more frantic as the seconds pass. The water is barely warm by the time we stumble under the spray together, joined at the mouth and with Micah’s hand wrapped around both our cocks.
For a while, that’s enough. Grinding against each other, touching each other, tasting each other. Micah whispering, “That’s it, doll,” in my ear whenever we break for air.
Then he puts both his hands on the top of my head and pushes me to my knees. I buckle for him immediately, and without hesitation, he slides his hot length into my mouth.
Micah gasps when his cockhead hits the back of my throat, and I choke around it.
“Yes, fuck yeah, doll. That’s it. So fucking perfect for me. You love being fed my cock, don’t you?”
I can’t answer, because he’s holding my nose to his pubic bone and I’m busy feeling my throat spasm while spit drools down the side of my face. But yes. Yes, I do.
Just when I think I’m about to lose my vision from the oxygen deprivation, he lets up. I wait for him to do it again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he starts fucking my face fast and hard, both hands still on my head to hold me steady.
It’s perfect. I drift immediately, feeling like I’m being sucked into his orbit until nothing but him exists. He’s making the same grunts and gasps that I adore, filling my mouth with the salt and musk of his cock, and I quickly lose the ability to think about anything else.
“Fuck your fingers while I fuck your face, slut. Show me how greedy your pussy is.”
His voice is lust-soaked, and I can already see him falling apart in front of me. I do as he says, even though I’m strugglingwith my coordination. I fumble the shower lube, but eventually get some on my hand. It doesn’t take long to work myself open, and soon I’m bouncing on my knees, rocking three fingers deeper and deeper into myself as he continues to stretch my jaw around his cock.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, more desperate and overwhelmed than I’ve seen him in a long time. “My perfect slut. She always needs her pussy filled, don’t you?”
This time, he pulls out of my mouth so I can answer. My voice is so rough and desperate, so whiny, that I don’t recognize it. But I recognize the feral look in Micah’s eye whenever I get like this, so I don’t hold back.
“Yes, Bambi. I’m a slut. My greedy pussy needs to be filled. Please give me your cum.”
I buck my hips on my own fingers as I say it, because I really am desperate for him to fill me up.
“What a good girl,” he says, his voice low and thick.
Instead of resuming his face fucking, Micah grabs me by the hair and jerks me up hard, making me cry out. He leans over, pulling my face until it’s inches from his and my knees are beginning to lift off the ground. The pain bubbles through me, heightening everything else.
