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The smallest whimper tumbled out of his mouth and he spun, flinging one leg over my lap and setting down. He straddled me, cheeks slick with tears, and he pressed our foreheads together.
“Kiss me again,” he whispered.
It was like my mouth was the only thing I could give him and the absolute last thing he wanted. But, just the same, I took his face into my hands and slanted our mouths together. His lips parted without question, the taste of his tears salty and sharp against my tongue. Between our bodies, Owen tried to get into my pants, and my protests were weak.
It wasn’t long until he had both of our cocks in his hand and then my hand in his and my hand around us both. He moaned into my mouth, hips pressing forward, and with my free hand, I steadied myself with a firm grip around his hip. My fingertips dug into his ass and when he began to move, it took all my strength to not throw him onto the carpet and fuck him into the floor.
“It still hurts,” he whimpered, thrusting his cock through the loose hold of my fist.
“Please don’t ask me to do this again.”
Before he could say anything to that, I kissed him again. Letting my tongue dive deep into his mouth to silence any other pleas or protests before he could bring them to light. It was like being kids all over again, but finally I knew better. And so did he, but he was blinded, and…
“Then I’ll do it myself,” he grunted, swatting my hand out of the way and fisting his dick. He grabbed me around the back of the head with his free hand, and I mirrored the pose, holding him as still on top of me as I could manage. His knuckles dusted over the tender length of my shaft with every stroke of his hand and I gritted my teeth against the wave of sensation that brought.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
But not because I was trying to delay his pleasure, not because I was trying to give him the one thing we’d always done best. I wanted him to slow down. I wanted him to stop because he was desperate and frantic, and that curl of fear at the base of my spine told me this was going to be the last orgasm of his that I’d ever get to see.
His hips jerked at my words, and I screwed my eyes closed.
“Say it again,” he begged.
“Don’t come yet, Owen.” My words were thick with tears and my head ached for how hard his forehead pushed against mine. “I know you want to. I know you think you have to, but you don’t. You can hold out longer.”
“No, I can’t, Archie.”
“You can do anything you want.” I wasn’t talking about the orgasm anymore. “But more than that, you’ll do anything I say, won’t you, Owen?”
Another pained gasp.
“Don’t come yet,” I gave him the command slowly. One word after the other after the other. “I’m not ready for you to come.”
“It hurts.” He pushed the words out from between clenched jaws, sweat slicking between our skin. “It fucking hurts. It hurts, Archie. I need it.”
“No.”
I released my hold on his head and grabbed his face, fingers and thumb dipping into the hollows of his cheeks. I positioned his head so we were still face to face, mouths brushing against each other.
“You listen to me, Owen, and you listen good.”
He grunted in the back of his throat, hand moving quick and splattering sweat and precum against the front of my shirt and the swollen head of my cock.
“Ten years was a long fucking time to go without this.”
“Don’t do this,” he protested.
“I don’t want another ten years,” I said. “I don’t even want another ten days, ten hours, unless I know we’re under the same roof and I can take your come whenever I want it.”
“That’s not fair.”
Owen’s breath stuttered, puffing against my cheek.
“If you said yes, Owen, I’d make sure that you never hurt again unless we both wanted it, and fuck.” I wrapped my fingers around his so we both held his cock in the same grip. “I’d make it hurt so fucking good, Owen. I’d bring you to the edge over and over for the rest of our fucking lives—”
He came before I could finish, shooting hot and wild jets of cum against our hands and our clothes. I slanted our mouths together, relishing the taste of his cries and his release, and more than that, his love. It was perfect and it was the only thing I wanted for the whole rest of my life. But as his cum cooled on my fingers, I could feel him slipping further out of reach.
“This doesn’t have to be hard,” I promised, our mouths still so close together I could taste his breath. “It doesn’t have to be…we can do it together.”
