We lay in it.In the quiet.In the scent of sex and sweat and skin.I feel my release still inside him—still inside him—and my cock stirs again, even soft, just thinking about what he let me give him.
About what he said.
About what he wants to give back.
My hand moves gently over his stomach, slow circles meant to soothe.But my voice is nowhere near calm when I say, “I keep thinking about what you said earlier.”
He hums sleepily.“What part?”
“You want to do it to me too.”
I feel the shift in his body.Just a flicker of awareness.“Yeah.”
“I want it,” I say quietly.“I want you to do it to me.”
He stills.
“You do?”
I nod against the curve of his neck.“It’ll make you happy, but it also makes me hard just thinking about it.”
“Cally—”
“No, listen,” I murmur, kissing behind his ear.“I want to know what it feels like to be taken like that.To be filled by you.To know you’re in me, staying in me.”
He turns in my arms at that—slowly, carefully—eyes wide, blown, vulnerable, and surprised.
“You’re so open with your sexuality,” he says quietly.“And you’ve never let anyone?—?”
“Not like that,” I interrupt gently.“I never let anyone inside me.I’ve topped—but I’ve only ever bottomed for you.That time.”
His breath catches.
Then he kisses me—hard.No hesitation, no doubt.Just mouth to mouth, heat to heat, sealing the truth between us.
I brush my thumb along his cheek when we part, still close enough to feel him breathe.
“But this?”I whisper.“With you?Fuck, Monty—it’s all I can think about.The way you begged.The way you opened up for me.I want to give that to you too.I want you inside me.Deep.Full.”
His hand finds my chest, fingers curling over my heart like he’s steadying himself.“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.“I want to take your cum.I want to feel what you felt.I want to know what it’s like to be filled by someone I love.”
He blinks at that.
Then leans in.
This time th kiss is slow.Deep.Sealing.
He pulls back only enough to whisper, “Next time, Cally.”
My hips twitch against him.I’m getting hard again.Of course I am.
“Yeah,” I rasp.“Next time, you take me.”
We stay like that, breathing the same air, the promise lingering between us.
And God, do I mean it.
