“Do you want me to fuck you? To stick my cock deep in your hole and fuck you full of my cum?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Raiden rotates his hips, his hole contracting as he flexes his ass muscles underneath my hands.
“Be good for me, “ I tell him, teasing his rim and feeling him open up underneath my fingertips. His ass is greedy for me, sucking me in and holding me so I can never leave. I don’t want to, I want to be inside him every minute I can. I want to live inside of him and never let him go.
I let his hips fall enough that he can rest his feet on my pecs, holding his hips up and giving me space to stuff him full of my cock. I tease his rim with the tip of my cock, feeling the wetness and heat pouring off him in waves.
I fill him to the brim, pushing past his tight ring of muscle and ignoring the pinch of pain from my piercings getting caught on his ass. The bite of pain encourages me though,sparking pleasure deep inside of me as I bottom out inside of Raiden, feeling his warm, silken walls clenching tightly on my dick.
It’s even better than I imagined.He’seven better than I imagined.
His face is flushed and he’s nibbling on his bottom lip, pulling his lip ring into his mouth and suckling on it while I shuttle myself in and out of him, chasing my release.
I hit the spot inside of him, his body shakes and shutters as he moans wantonly, speared on my cock with nowhere to run as I hold his ankles in my tight grasp. His dainty ankle bone feels fragile in my palm, my whole hand encircling him. He’s so breakable but so strong. He is an oxymoron, two things that should cancel each other out but instead accentuate them even more.
My chaotic, beautiful storm.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby, choking my cock with your hole.” My chest rumbles appreciatively as my release starts to throb in my balls, the pleasure tingling every of my nerve endings.
Raiden throws his head back and moans, elongating his neck and the slight divot in the center calls for my mouth. I bend over, never missing a thrust, and swirl my tongue around the skin, tasting the slight hint of sweat and his floral body wash.
I put my hand on his chin, slipping my fingers into his mouth to gather his saliva. He moans around them, coating them in wetness, and I wrap my hand around his hard cock in between us. My tight grip gliding up and down his cock in time with my brutal thrusts inside his body.
Raiden’s body tightens, and with a long, broken moan, he releases all over my hand. His wetness seeping between my fingers sets my pulse pounding and my heart into overdrive as Ifill him full of my cum, never stopping until my balls are completely drained inside of him.
I don’t pull out though, using my dick as a plug to keep my cum inside of him. I’ll leave my mark in his body until he can’t get rid of me, soaking me into his bloodstream so no matter how many times he washes out, he can never wash me away.
“I love you, tiny dancer,” I whisper into his soft hair as his breaths even out as he starts to drift off to sleep.
I follow behind him, no dreams keeping me awake or clinging to a hope that isn’t mine to have.
I have everything I need right here.
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER
When I was thirteen years old, I saw Raiden for the first time. Back then, I never knew what he would mean to me. He was a twirling mess, showing off for the world and not caring what anyone thought about him.
He was beautiful then, but over the years I’ve learned he’s more than that.
He’s sassy. He’s charismatic. He’s a beautiful (and sexy) dancer. He’s compassionate. He’s lovely. He’s everything I could have ever dreamed for, but nothing came close to truly having him.
And there’s so many words that I could say to describe him, but it will never be enough. There are so many things that heisthat I could sit here, in front of all of our family and friends, and recite everything I’ve come to love about Raiden.
I love that he’s not a morning person and how no amount of negotiating will get him out of bed if he doesn’t want to get out. If you try to get him out before he’s ready… it’ll make your whole day hell. It’s easier to let him sleep in and never book anything for first thing in the morning.
I love that after a long day of dance, he’s never too tired tosit with me while I make dinner. He’ll sit on the bar stool chair and watch me, asking me about the dishes I’m making or offer to help chop vegetables. He’ll tell me about his day and show me his dance moves while he asks me to tap a steady beat against the counter with my hand.
I love that he never makes me doubt his love for me. Whether it be making me soup when I’m sick or pulling me closer while he sleeps. He reminds me everyday that this is the life he chose and the life he is happy with. He’s happy with me. I’m not sure what I did to deserve him.
He’s fixed all the parts of me that were broken, but he did more than put me back together. He made sure my edges were smooth and incapable of hurting me anymore.
He puts salve on the end of my leg every night and he prepares my coffee just the way I like it every morning when he wakes up. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me. And I for him.
Now, as I stand at the end of the aisle, with our friends and family sitting in their seats and watching me wait for the love of my life, I realize something important.
Life is not about the destination. It’s not about the goals you reach. It’s not a wedding, or a house, or whatever else bullshit people try to sell.
