And when I pushed him back to his friends, I was sure my very soul had left along with him.
Now, having him with me feels like a miracle.
Charlie pouts and reaches for me greedily, his hips undulating and causing his cute little cock to flop against his stomach. “Come on, Bas. Want you.”
As if pulled by an invisible string, I surge forward and nibble along his jaw and down his slender chest, soothing each sting with a swipe of my tongue. The sounds he makes turn me inside out, high-pitched whines and tiny moans I want to swallow down and keep with me forever.
I latch onto one pink nipple, gathering his other one between my fingers and pinching until the buds harden.
Charlie mewls pitifully. “You’re so good at that, it’s insane. I don’t know if I want your mouth on my dick or your dick in my ass. Maybe both? Both would be so, so—fuck, Bas—good.”
Smirking, I press a kiss to his concave stomach. “Greedy boy.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Do not apologize, sweet thing. I will give you what you need.”
Then I continue down his body, bypassing his straining cock down to his pretty hole. Gripping the back of his thighs, I lift his legs over my shoulder until he’s wide open for my pleasure. Such a gorgeous boy. So perfect and sweet and warm like sunshine.
He feels like coming home.
The first swipe of my tongue sends him into a frenzy. Urged on by his keening and bucking, I lap and lap at his entrance, soaking in the way he struggles around me, sweet moans flooding the room. This boy, this young man, feels like he was made just for me.
When his hole is soft and wet and finally ready for my cock, I pull away.
“Nooo,” he whines, clutching my shoulders tightly. His cock is a rose-red, copious amounts of precum spilling onto his skin. “Please. I’m so close, let me just…”
“Shush, now. Let me take care of you, sweet thing.”
Ignoring his protests, I curl over him and line my cock up to his hole. Our eyes meet, blue to dark brown, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed with an emotion that makes me grunt and press a searing kiss to his lips.
Then I slam my cock inside of him, shuddering at the feeling of that tight heat. Lord, that is… he feels like home. I want to stay here forever, buried to the hilt inside of my boy, keeping him full of my cock and cum until he’s sated.
“Charlie, sweetheart. You feel like… like… mine.”
He clenches around me in a vice-like grip, his head falling back against the pillows and body arching as I fuck deep into him. All that matters right now is that my boy feels good.
I wrap a hand around his neck. Not too hard, just enough to hold him down as I slam again and again into the spot inside of him that makes him shudder and moan so sweetly. Sweat trickles down my spine and under my arms. The room fills with the smell of our coupling, heady and arousing.
When he comes, it’s with a strangled cry and tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, that pretty little cock spurting white stripes between us.
Grunting, I bury my face into the junction between his neck and his shoulder as I release deep inside of him. Spurt after spurt of wet heat floods his insides, and I can’t help but chuckle at the needy sound he makes at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Bas, oh my God.”
When we’re both sated, I collapse onto my side, my cock still half-hard and buried inside of him.
Charlie sighs happily and snuggles close enough that our limbs could be fused into one. “I love you, Bas. Sorry, you don’t have to say it back, or anything. I just really wanted to tell you, and I know you probably can’t stay for long, which is totally fine, so if you need help finding a place, I can—”
I clamp a hand over his mouth, frowning. It’s as if Charlie’s sunshine has dimmed. Like he’s catching himself in the middle of his own joy and feels ashamed of it.
It appears to be a learned action. Somebody must have taught him to dismiss his own wants and feelings. I have my suspicions about who, and if I ever see that cowardly excuse of a human near my boy again, he will regret the day he chose to touch him.
To have such a vibrant, sunny boy deny himself like this makes my blood boil.
“Charlie. Sweet thing. Now that I have found you, I am not letting you go.” He squeaks, blinking huge blue eyes up at me like I am something worthy of his admiration and love. “I love you too.”
The blinding smile he turns at me when I let go of his mouth tells me that all of this was worth it. Centuries of waiting, and it was all for him.
