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“Do you want that, boy? My fingers and my cock? Want me to fill you?”

He nods. A small, wrecked, “Please,” slips out on a whimper.

I pull my fingers from his heat, my throbbing cock replacing them. I drive half-way inside him before I lean down to catch his left nipple between my teeth, and bite hard as I thrust my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt until my heavy balls smack against his.

He cries out as I slam into him, his eyes rolling back as I start to move. The wet slap of our skin echoing off the walls.

Early morning sunlight cuts across his face through a crack in the curtain, turning his brown eyes the color of melted chocolate. “Utterly delicious.” I say, keeping my rhythm steady, holding him right on the edge.

“Fill me, Sol, fucking fill me,” he gasps.

I press my fingertip against his stretched rim alongside my shaft, slipping a finger in beside my thick length, and he cries out, head thrown back, mouth wide as my hips punch forward.

I lock into a punishing rhythm, and then I slide another finger, then another, deep inside him, my middle finger hunting his spot again to drag every last cry from his throat. “Doing so well, boy, taking three fingers, and my dick. This pussy is perfect for my cock.” I growl as I slam into him.

“Oh god… god… so full, so fucking full, Sol,” he cries out, his voice cracked and coarse.

Jolts of electricity scream up my spine. My cock throbs in his wet, searing heat. “Dove. Come for me, baby.”

I rub hard against his prostate. Jack throws his head back, screaming my name as thick ropes of cum shoot from his dick, landing hot across his stomach and chest. Yanking my fingers free, I slam into him harder, chasing my own shattering edge.

“Sol, Silas, please. Oh God,!” he sobs, his body convulsing violently as my hips punch into him.

I roar as a high-voltage shockwave rips straight through my body, leaving every fibre of my being humming and burning from the force of my release. I bury myself deep inside him, my fingers biting into his skin as my vision whites out, and I come hard, flooding him, claiming every inch of him.

I collapse forward, chest to chest, my cock still twitching deep inside his heat, my cum leaking out of him, “Holy fuck, Jack.”

He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, and I hum, shifting us onto our sides while keeping our bodies locked together. I drop a light kiss to his forehead. “You okay?”

His smile lights up his entire face. “That was perfect, Sol. So perfect.”

I smile and reach over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand, and pop the straw between his lips. He drinks eagerly, and once he’s finished, I set it aside and pull him tight against me, holding him in the quiet silence of the room.

He looks up at me then, those gorgeous eyes wide, tracing the line of my jaw like he’s trying to memorize every curve. The lingering shadows of his nightmare have faded completely, replaced by a soft, breathless flush across his skin. But I can see the nerves humming beneath his surface.

“I like when you say that.”

“What words, dove?” I lean back slightly, looking down at him. His gaze drops, firmly locked on my chest. “Baby? What words?”

He clears his throat, shifting against me as a fresh wave of shyness hits him. My dove is entirely, helplessly nervous, and it makes my blood run hot.

“Pussy. Fill me. How you spoke to me. It was so fucking hot, Sol.”

I chuckle, my chest rumbling against his. My tone is teasing, but gentle, letting him know there’s no judgment here, only absolute worship.

“Is that right?”

He nods, ducking his head. “So fucking hot. But Silas…”

My body goes tight. A sudden spike of protective doubt races through me, wondering what heavy fear he’s about to drop next.

“When you put your fingers inside me, with your cock…” He bites his lower lip, his voice dropping into a raw, honest confession. “Yeah, we need to do that again.”

I laugh, the doubt evaporating instantly, replaced by a profound, stunned adoration at his sudden, unfiltered boldness.

“Then we will, baby.” I murmur, pressing a reverent kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, dove. Whatever you want or need, I will give it to you. Always.”

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