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“You’d cry for it, wouldn’t you?” I growl, grinding against him, cocks sliding against each other in a slick, filthy rhythm. “While I stretch you wide. Fill you up until you don’t know where she ends and I begin.”
“Jesus Christ-”
Theo’s whole body jolts under me.
“Close,” he gasps. “Kai,fuck- I’m so close -”
“Hold it,” I snap, hand fisting around both of us now - both cocks trapped in my grip, hot and hard and leaking against each other. “Not until I say.”
His back arches off the bed. His hands fist uselessly in the sheets, body twitching like he’s seconds from breaking.
I squeeze tighter. Slow the strokes, dragging the heat out between us until he’s whimpering, legs kicking helplessly.
Then I reach down and grab his wrist - not to hurt, just toanchorhim - and lean in close enough to let my breath brush his mouth.
“Now,” I whisper. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
Theoconvulses.
He comes with a wrecked, sobbing cry, his entire body seizing as he spills across his belly in hot, thick pulses. His back arches even further, his legs shaking in a way that’s almost violent. His breath breaks in his throat -
And then his come splatters across my cock, mixing with my own leaking pre-come, and that’s it.
I break with him.
Still on my knees, still looming over him, I stroke hard and fast until I explode - hot, primal release shooting across his stomach, streaking through the mess already there, mixing with his.
He gasps as it hits him, dazed and wide-eyed, and I grin down, still panting, still pumping the last drops from my cock with a satisfied hiss.
“Fuck,” I murmur, chest heaving. “You look good like this.”
I lean in, voice low and smug.
“Told you I’m better than cable.”
Theo lifts his eyes and stares up at me like I’ve knocked the ground out from under him.
He’s a mess. Flushed. Sweating. Come streaking his stomach, chest rising and falling like he’s run a mile through fire. His eyes are blown wide, stunned with afterglow and something heavier. Something I recognize.
Need. Still burning at the edges. Still not sated.
I lean in, hands braced on either side of him, my thighs caging his where he’s slouched back against the headboard.
"You did good," I murmur, my voice wrecked and low and lined with smoke. "Took it so well. Barely even flinched when I told you how I’d split you open."
Theo swallows. His voice is barely there. "Wasn’t flinching."
"Oh, I know." I smirk. "That was excitement."
He shudders, and I reach down - wipe a streak of come off his belly with two fingers. I hold them up between us, slick and glistening, and watch his eyes drop to them.
"Want it?" I ask.
His breath catches. But then, he nods. Just once. Tight.
Brave.
I press my fingers to his lips. He parts them, lets me slide it in slow.
