Page 203 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I please cum? Sir.”

Mano smiled, getting close too.

“Please, let me cum!” Ody begged.

Mano leaned down to his ear and whispered, “Call me your master.”

Ody trembled as Mano rode him hard and rough, drawing broken sounds from him. “Please, master, I’m so desperate. I need to cum, please!”

“Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m so fucking pathetic. Please, master, allow your pathetic boy to cum. I’m begging you!”

“Do it.” He touched himself, his sounds blending with Ody’s.

The release hit them at the same moment. White streaks splashed across Ody’s chest and neck as Mano’s hole clenched, milking his cock.

After a few steady breaths, Mano lifted himself, easing off him. He helped Ody remove the condom and the cock ring, then gently wiped his chest and neck. He unlocked the handcuffs, pressing a soft kiss to each of Ody’s wrists. “Are you okay?”

Ody smiled. “Yes.”

They shared a tender kiss before heading to the shower together. After changing the sheets, they lay down side by side.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, studying his face.

“It was all very new for me…” He smiled a little, almost shy, not quite meeting his eyes. “But I really liked it.”

“Was there any moment you wanted me to stop?”

“No.” He hesitated, then let out a small breath. “Though… my poor nipples still hurt.”

Mano got up, grabbed some lotion, and came back to sit beside him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, gently rubbing it over his skin. “You did provoke me.”

“I know,” Ody huffed a laugh. “That was kind of the point.”

Mano shook his head, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “You know, Ody…” he said, leaning over him, his tone shifting. “I used to leave after sex. I didn’t want to stay. Didn’t want to be in the same space with them.”

Ody watched him.

“But I don’t want to leave you,” Mano continued, quieter now. “I want to stay. Kiss you. Cuddle with you.”

Ody’s heart raced at his words. He couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face as he rested his head on Mano’s chest.

They stayed like that for a while, trading slow kisses, before eventually moving to the kitchen.

Ody’s phone rang while they were making something to eat. “Hey, Mom,” he said, answering and putting her on speaker.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m good.” He reached for the knife, but his attention kept drifting to the call.

“You’ll forget all about us if I don’t call you first, huh?” she teased.

He huffed a small breath. “No, Mom.”

Beside him, Mano stirred the onions in the pan, the soft sizzle filling the space between words.