He settled one hand on Dox’s head and threaded his fingers through his hair,needingthe contact, needinghim.
I need him.
I don’t just need him, Iwanthim.
* * * *
If Maddox’s mouth hadn’t been full of about eight solid inches of beautiful cock, he would have been screaming in celebration and doing a victory dance. He swallowed every drop of cum Hank’s balls pumped out, wanting all of it.
While Hank climaxed, a nonsensical stream of words and swearing and pleasured sounds rolled from the man. Maddox wasn’t even sure if his guy realized he was speaking in tongues or not.
Fuck what anyone thought Masters and Doms should do. He liked giving head, and he wasn’t beyond playing dirty to quickly convince Hank that this would be far more than a marriage of convenience between them.
This wasforever, as far as Maddox was concerned.
This was the solid foundation on which Maddox wanted to build their lives together, giving his guy everything he needed, loving him, showing him how he felt.
No bullshit mind games, no passive-aggressive nonsense, no holding back.
If he ever lost Hank, he didn’t want it to be because the man had no clue how he really felt or how good things could be between them.
When Hank finally finished coming, his fingers played with Maddox’s hair, his grip easing, relaxing. His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, and Maddox gently released his softening cock after placing a last, tender kiss on the head.
Then he crawled up the bed, lying next to Hank and pulling him close so their bodies were pressed together and Hank’s head lay cradled in the crook of his arm.
And he kissed him. Gently, tenderly, loving the awestruck wonder painting Hank’s gaze with need and amazement.
“See?” Maddox told him. “That was easy, wasn’t it?”
Hank nodded, apparently beyond speech right now, but Maddox spotted the way his eyes looked too bright.
He suspected the emotional breakdown that had started earlier could now fully run its course. So he wrapped Hank in his arms, hooking a leg around him, too, and held him.
Sure enough, the tears started. Hank softly sobbed in his arms as Maddox held him and nuzzled his forehead with his lips, whispering to him that he was okay, that they were both safe, that he’d take care of him and of JJ.
That they were a real family now, and Hank wasn’t alone any longer.
That Hank could finally,finallyrelax and rest. That the weight was off his shoulders.
That he loved him.
The last he said more than the rest, over and over again. It finally struck him had Hank ever died before Maddox got to confess this to him, it would have forever left a dark, painful spot on his soul, to be carried with him until his death.
It took Hank a while to finally calm down, and as he lay in Maddox’s arms, he snaked one around Maddox’s waist and snuggled in closer.
Then Hank tipped his face up to stare into his eyes for a long, quiet moment.
“What about you?” he finally asked.
“What about me?”
“Dude, that’s not a banana in your shorts.”
Maddox nuzzled noses with him. “I can wait. I promised you at least two tonight.”
Another long, comfortable silence settled around them as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Do you want to fuck me tonight?” Hank softly asked.
Maddox smiled. “Another night. There are sooo many other things I want to introduce you to first.” But he sensed the relief in Hank over that. So he kissed him again, lightly nipping his lower lip, tugging on it, feeling more than a little triumphant when Hank’s cock twitched between them.
