It was bliss. It was everything Ottis wanted, and he didn’t want it to end.
Doc nuzzled the back of Ottis’ neck, his mouth the only soft thing amongst all his scarred flesh. He pressed his lips to Ottis’ nape—a gentle kiss.
Ottis’ heart stuttered.
Then Doc ground his knot deeper and thrust Ottis into another orgasm, his fingers tugging on Ottis’ nipples, wrapping around Ottis’ cock.
Ottis came so hard that he yelled, shuddering with the force of his release.
Doc kept going.
Ottis didn’t want him to stop. But somewhere in between his orgasms, his body gave out.
15
SCARS AND... OOPS
Ottis woke with a snuffle,flailing his limbs when he found himself in complete darkness.
“You’re perfect,” a low voice rasped behind him.
He yelped in surprise, only to realize that there was a solid warmth wrapped all around him, strong arms holding him close.
“Doc,” Ottis remembered, blinking when he realized how hoarse his voice was.
He had been... screaming. He remembered the pleasure, suddenly. Waves and waves of it exploding through his body, Doc holding him down and thrusting in.
“That... That was...”
“Good, I hope?” Doc snuggled closer even though there was no space left between them.
“It was the best heat I’d ever had in my life,” Ottis admitted. “And the best sex. I didn’t know I could come that hard or that many times.”
Doc rumbled, sounding pleased. “You fainted. I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”
Actually, Ottis felt really well-rested. Especially considering how many times he had come. “Oh gods. How long was I asleep for? Were you awake this whole time?!”
“A couple of hours,” Doc murmured, rubbing Ottis’ chest. “I was afraid that I had hurt you somehow, but your heartbeat and breathing settled. How are you feeling?”
Ottis took a moment to check himself over. He flexed different muscles, and—Oh. Doc was still inside him. His knot had gone down, but he hadn’t pulled out yet. This felt good. Ottis blushed. “Nothing hurts. It’s just... a good kind of sore. My ass aches a little.”
Doc hummed, sounding a little guilty. “If there’s anything I can do to help make it better...”
“No, no,” Ottis said quickly. “I’m just well-used. You were, um, very enthusiastic with my ass. Like you’d never seen one before.”
The words sank in.
Ottis cringed and grabbed a pillow blindly, shoving it onto his own face. “Please forget that I said that. My mouth isn’t connected to my brain. Your cock broke it.”
But Doc only chuckled. “I enjoy hearing the things you say. Even if it means some humor at my expense.”
“It’s humor atmyexpense,” Ottis said miserably. “I make myself sound terrible.”
“Not terrible. Adorable.”
Ottis huffed. “Me, adorable?”
“Yes.”
