My cock twitches, flushed and leaking, precome dripping down my shaft. I swear, if Troy keeps milking my prostate like this, I might come without ever touching my dick.
“Don’t come,” he growls, reading my thoughts. “You won’t come until I’m inside you, baby.”
My hips buck helplessly as I chase the fading edge of pleasure, even though I know it’s pointless. I can’t stop—my body is moving on its own. I’m right there, teetering on the brink, when he pulls his fingers out in one smooth, devastating motion.
A broken sob tears out of me. “F-fuck!” I hiccup, tears spilling hot down my cheeks before I even realize they’ve started.
Troy shushes me gently, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles over my trembling thighs. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft with praise, sending a rush of warmth fluttering through my chest. “You’re such a good boy, Ash. Goddamn perfection.”
He says it like he means it—like he truly believes it. Like I’m good enough for him. The sincerity in his voice only makes the tears come harder, my lip wobbling as I try and fail to steady myself.
“I’m gonna take care of you now,” he promises, hovering over me as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been so good for me.”
My head is foggy as I reach behind my knees, drawing my legs closer to my chest. I don’t even care how wanton or desperate I must look. I just need to feel him, to stay wrapped up in this bliss.
He pushes his underwear down and frees himself, his hand wrapping around his length. I lick my lips at the sight, aching with the need to feel him.
He shifts over me, guiding his cock toward my entrance. His tip presses at my slick hole, my body tensing before the head pops past the first ring of muscle. He caresses my face, his eyes searching mine for discomfort as he gradually eases forward.
“Troy,” I whine, my fingers clutching at his shoulder with my good hand, my casted arm useless at my side.
“Shh,” he hushes, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He takes his time, moving slowly until he’s fully settled, his body flush against mine. The fullness makes me sigh with relief.
He looks down at me, his brown eyes warm like amber in the lamplight. Something deeper than desire flickers there. We just breathe together for a moment, caught in the quiet.
“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
A breath slips out of me, lighter now. “I love you too.”
He rests his forehead against mine as he begins to move, slow at first. “I’m gonna reward you for being so good for me.”
His hips punch forward, nearly knocking the air from my lungs. He thrusts into me hard and deep, pushing my legs back even further. The sound of slapping skin fills the room, his headboard knocking against the wall.
Sweat beads along my hairline, dripping down my face. I rock against him desperately, needing to feel him even deeper. My fingernails scrape down his back hard enough to leave marks.
“Mygood boy,” Troy growls in my ear, pummeling into me. “Come for me.”
That’s all it takes.
Everything snaps at once, the tension breaking as I come undone, my body going rigid as his name tears from my throat. Hot ropes of come unravel between our chests, my cock spasming. My hold tightens on him as I shake with pleasure, clinging to him like I can’t get close enough.
I barely register Troy chasing his own release, rolling his hips until his head thumps against my shoulder and he spills hot and wet inside me.
It takes a moment, but eventually the buzz dulls, the intensity easing as my brain comes back online. Troy’s collapsed on top of me, but the weight isn’t crushing—it’s comforting, like a warm blanket. My hand traces lazily across his back, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
For a while, neither of us moves. We just breathe.
Eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft kiss to my skin before carefully pulling out of me. The loss of him leaves me blinking up at the ceiling, limbs loose and boneless, my body still humming faintly.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs.
I barely manage a tired hum in response as he disappears into the bathroom.
The quiet stretches for a minute or two, the distant sound of running water filling the space. I stare at nothing, feeling floaty, like I’m suspended somewhere between awake and asleep.
When he returns, he’s carrying a damp cloth. Cryptid follows him back into the room, purring happily as he settles on his usual spot at the foot of the bed.
