“I need it,” I gasped.“I need your cum so fucking bad, daddy.”
He slammed into me, his hips stuttering and stretching me out just a little more, so I shuddered with him.His cock pulsed inside me, his arm tightened around me, and the sound of him fucking me got wet and messy.Cum slipped out onto my thigh as he fucked more of it back up into me, then again, and again.
I swear I couldfeelthe throbbing of his heartbeat inside me.All of him, raw and sensitive inside me, just as raw, just as real.
“God, Diego,” he huffed.“I have never… wanted someone like I want you.”
I narrowly suppressed a shiver, but my spine tingled at his breath against my neck, his words in my head.When he made to pull out, I moved with him, saying, “No.Stay.Stay in me.”
He nuzzled at my hair, my face.“How does it feel?After, like this?”
“Like we… like everything’s where it’s supposed to be.Like your cock was made for me.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“It pulls a little.But it’s warm and tight.And you’re mine,” I murmured before I could stop myself.
He kissed my face.“Yeah.As long as it’s good, baby.”
My toes curled a little.I’m not gonna lie.“It’s good.”
The thing is, it was always good, when I was with him.If I could keep him here, just me and him on my couch, in my world, forever, there’d be nothing to fear.
But that was a teenager’s dream, and this was the adult’s fantasy.Sticky and complicated and sweaty and beautiful.And possible.
***
We rinsed off and climbed into bed eventually, and when my alarm woke me up at ten for my meds, I was irritated as fuck.But I had that nice just-been-fucked sensation to get me through it, at least, so I slipped out of bed and took a proper shower.Probably still had cum leaking down my leg after, but I wasn’t gonna be mad about that—or take the time to clean myself out.Fucking hated enemas, and I had the diet to make up for it, thanks.
If not for that familiar sensation in my ass, I might’ve thought last night was just a good dream.The kind of thing my brain made up when Taran was back in his townhouse in Robinson and I was all alone and horny after work, thinking about his hands and his eyes and his dick and his mouth.Cloudy and floaty and surreal, in spite of being a straight-to-the-point, quick-and-dirty fuck on the couch.I still felt a little warm and fuzzy when he emerged from around the bookshelf, holding his phone in one hand and finger-combing his disaster hair with the other.“Bettina wants to know if she can have your number,” he said.
I had no idea what he meant at first, but then I remembered the rest of yesterday.“Oh!Shit, yes, I meant to give her that.Go ahead.She said she’d connect me with her sister.”
“Nice.”He came over to the couch, kissed the top of my head, and wandered into the bathroom.
I watched him, smiling like a fucking idiot.“Did you fall asleep during the movie too?”
“No, but we can start from the Balrog.You fell asleep right after.”He shut the door halfway, and soon the trickle of piss sounded from within.
“You pissing sideways?”
“Just about.”He laughed.
“We’ll get you there before the weekend is over,” I promised.
At which he laughed even harder.“Challenge accepted.”
We ordered takeout, since he hadn’t gone shopping and I never had much worth eating, and camped out on the couch (after some minor spot-cleaning) with Strawberry Shortcake on watch.
While we took a few breaks to make out/get off as needed, I actually really fucking enjoyed the movies.Maybe I was just too young the first time I saw them, and I mostly only do fantasy in my video games, so that could’ve been part of it.Or maybe I was just unmedicated and had no fucking attention span.But after we finishedThe Return of the King, I had to admit, “Damn, I can’t believe that shit is almost as old as me.”
“Holds up really well, right?”Taran, wearing a tank top and his boxers at this point in the evening, brought me a plate of leftover takeout.
“Fucking incredible,” I agreed.“How long since you saw it again?”
“Probably not since Dad died.We used to marathon it a few times a year, just me and him.”
“That’s really sweet.My dad turned me onto Star Wars when I was a kid, but he never actually watched them all with me and Frankie.”
