Like a dog that had been fighting against its nature not to snap and devour its treat before it was allowed, I’d been unleashed.
My hands snapped to his perfect hips, lifting him up my dick only to slam him back down again.
I should be gentle, logically I knew that. My mind was screaming it at me, but my body wouldn’t listen. Harper wasn’t complaining, though. His head threw back in bliss, and he moaned loudly and beautifully every time I split his body open on my cock.
His nails dug into my abs hard enough to sting. Hard enough to leave marks behind. It only encouraged me to give him more.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted.
“So hot. You’re so perfect. Fuck. I love you. You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Wet slapping sounds paired with skin smacking against skin as I fucked into him with no restraint.
It felt like no time at all before Harper screamed out, and his body clamped down and convulsed around me. His cum hit my sweaty abs in spurts and I fucking lost it.
My grip turned bruising and I rutted up into him rapidly, losing all rhythm until I slammed in as deep as possible and filled him with my cum.
He moaned, his channel pulsing around me as if trying to milk me dry.
The tension left both our bodies at the same time, and Harper collapsed down onto me as if he’d melted.
We both panted, trying to catch our breath. I placed a kiss to the top of his sweaty head.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, once I’d finally caught my breath.
“Why?”
“I should have been gentle.”
He huffed. “I didn’t want you to be gentle.”
“I should have asked if I could come inside you.”
He pushed up to look at me, just so I could see it when he rolled his eyes. Then he rocked his hips and I winced at the oversensitivity of my spent cock.
“You feel bad about it?” He hummed.
I nodded.
He pulled off slowly with a wince of his own. “Then be a good dog and clean up your mess.”
His leg swung over me again, this time so he could turn around and straddle me as he faced the other way, presenting me with his fucked-open hole, slick with cum and lube.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
My hands quickly found his hips again, using the hold to drag him up to my face. Then I was feasting like a starving man. Licking up the taste of strawberries, Harper, and me. His hole continued to twitch as I lapped at him.
Long minutes later and he almost had to fight out of my hold to move away again.
He shuffled off and flopped onto the bed beside me. I turned to kiss his temple, my arm snaking its way under his head as he turned into me, his hands gently trailing up my sides as he snuggled in.
My fingers traced patterns in his sweaty skin, as his breaths evened out and then deepened as he drifted off to sleep.
I never thought I’d get to have anything like this with him again. To be here now, in his bed, and holding him like this as he slept. I had to be the luckiest guy on the planet.
I’d have to find the biggest gift for Matthew for getting himself involved and bringing us back to each other.
I knew it wasn’t always going to be easy; I hadn’t forgotten what Harper told me about his father and how this had to be a secret. I’d meant what I’d said to him, though. I’d do whatever I had to do if it meant I could keep him. Even if we had to love each other in secret like this forever.
