“You're sure?” I asked.
“Very sure.” He reached back and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it slowly. “Want to feel you get hard inside me while you piss. Want to feel how full I get. Want it to leak out of me all day so I remember this.”
“Fuck.” My hips jerked up into his hand. “You can't just say shit like that.”
“Why not? It's true.” He stroked me again, and I was getting harder despite the need to piss making it uncomfortable. “Please, Daddy. Fill me up.”
I groaned and reached for the lube on the nightstand. “On your back. Legs up.”
He moved immediately, eager, spreading himself out on the bed like an offering. His cock was fully hard now, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach, and when he pulled his legs up and spread them, I could see his hole—still a little pink and swollen from last night, probably still slick with my come from earlier.
“Look at you,” I muttered, slicking my fingers. “Still loose from last night. Greedy little thing.”
“Your fault.” He grinned up at me. “You fucked me so good I'm still feeling it.”
I pressed one finger inside him, and he was right—he was still open, still slick, taking my finger easily. I added a second, then a third, watching the way his body accepted them, the way his cock twitched every time I brushed his prostate.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Been ready. Stop teasing.”
I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself between his legs, lining my cock up with his hole. I was hard enough now that the pressure in my bladder was almost painful, but I pushed in slowly anyway, watching his face as I filled him.
“Fuck,” he gasped, head falling back. “Yes. Just like that.”
I bottomed out inside him, both of us breathing hard, and I stayed still for a moment. The pressure was intense—the need to piss combined with the tight heat of his body around my cock made everything feel more sensitive, more urgent.
It took a few seconds, but then I felt it start.
“Oh fuck,” Jace moaned, and his whole body went rigid beneath me.
I could feel myself getting harder as I pissed, my cock swelling inside him, and Jace was making sounds I'd never heard before—high and desperate and absolutely wrecked.
“That's it,” he gasped. “More. Give me more. Fill me up, Daddy.”
I kept going, the stream steady, and his stomach began to swell slightly under my hand. Pressure built inside him; his body fought to hold it all.
“So full,” he whimpered. “Fuck, I'm so full. Can feel it in my stomach. Can feel you everywhere.”
When I finally finished, I stayed buried inside him, both of us breathing hard. His stomach was visibly distended now, rounded slightly, and when I pressed down on it gently, he cried out.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him up with me, keeping my cock buried inside him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He did immediately, his arms coming around my neck, his legs locking around my waist. The movement made him gasp, made more of my piss shift inside him, and I felt some of it leak out around my cock where we were joined.
I walked us toward the bathroom, each step making him bounce slightly on my cock, making more piss leak out. He was whimpering continuously now.
When we reached the bathroom, I reached into the shower with one hand and turned on the water, keeping Jace held against me with the other. The spray started cold, then gradually warmed, and I stepped us both under it.
The hot water hit us, and Jace moaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” I pressed him against the tile wall, using it to support his weight, and started to move. Slow thrusts, shallow at first, feeling the way his body responded. “How about this?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” His head fell back against the tile, water running down his face. “Move. Please move.”
I pulled back and thrust in harder, and suddenly there was a rush of warmth as my piss flooded out of him. It ran downbetween us, mixing with the shower water, swirling around our feet before disappearing down the drain.
“Don't stop.” His nails dug into my shoulders.
