However, being here now, I realize Talon isn’t offering me power over him. Giving himself freely like this makes me acutely aware that he has just as much control over what happens next as I do, and the equality and balance between us repairs so much of my damaged heart.
Mysubmission to Derek was forced. It was stolen from me because it was the only currency I possessed.That’swhat Derek craved. To strip me of my humanity, so he could wear it like a cloak to conceal the fact that he had none left.
Slowing my hips, I run my palm up Talon’s spine, eager to feel him everywhere.
I think I could do this. Not tonight, because he needs more prep time than twelve seconds, but soon.
“Please,” he begs. “Let me feel you.”
Angling myself a little differently, I position my cock so it brushes his hole before sliding up his crack.
“Ohmygod, again.” He’s panting now, and I know he’s close.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. I know he does, but I need to hear him say it.
“Yes,” he says without hesitation.
We’ve taken to just leaving the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and I lean over and pump a small amount into my hand.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I prompt, taking my job very seriously back here. I know what it’s like not to be ready. I know what it’s like to be invaded against your will, and I willneverput Talon through that.
“Whatever it is, I’m on board,” he pants, his tone desperate.
I rim his hole with my index finger, and the groan that leaves his mouth has precum pouring out of me.
“Ohholyshit.”
I stay quiet, letting him process the sensation of my lubed fingers dancing around his flesh. When he begins rocking backward, seeking penetration, I don’t make him wait.
“Stay as relaxed as you can. I’ll go slow,” I coach him. He may have explored on his own or with a toy, but having someone else’s fingers in your ass is a different game. The amount of trust it requires naturally makes most people tense.
Starting with my middle finger, I slowly push forward, requesting entrance.
Talon blows out a breath, and I feel him relax.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise him.
“You make it easy.”
It’s not the first time he’s told me that, and I smile. Iwantit to be easy. Itshouldbe easy.
Pulling my finger out to the tip, I gently slide it back in, farther this time. By the fourth time, Talon grows impatient with the speed and impales himself on my hand.
“More. Please, Zeke. I’m fucking dying.”
His hand is still stroking his shaft, but I get the sense that what I’m doing back here is overriding his normal rhythm, and his cock won’t let go until his ass is satisfied.
I add more lube and a second finger. The first entry is slow. The next several are not.
“Ohmygod. Fuck, yes,” Talon whimpers as he fucks himself on my fingers.
The sight has me hard as steel.
With my left hand wrapped around my shaft and the fingers of my right hand buried in Talon’s ass, I angle them down to swipe over his prostate. He barely gets a moan out before every muscle in his body tightens.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!” The words are thrown from his mouth with the force of his orgasm.
His tightening around my fingers has me coming at the same time.
