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“Don’t worry, baby,” Jack whispered, slipping out again.

Cum leaked from Dimitri, dripping down his crack and onto the bed. This was possibly the most beautiful sight, something Jack could savor for a hundred lifetimes. It was a sight he planned to bask in many more times, but for now, he had other plans.

“Hold on.” Jack grabbed ahold of Dimitri’s hips.

“I do not know if I can take more,” Dimitri said, his voice ragged as he took heavy breaths.

He trembled in Jack’s grasp, further enticing him. Jack sucked in a tight breath, resisting his own primal urges, and focused on his partner.

“We’re almost done, baby.” Jack flipped Dimitri onto his back and stared at the hard cock that slapped Dimitri’s stomach.

Retrieving more lube, Jack went to work stroking Dimitri. They locked eyes, and Jack studied every minute expression Dimitri made as he stroked his dick.

“Oooh.” Dimitri’s teeth chattered as Jack fisted the hard cock.

He focused mainly on the head, massaging it with a tight grip as he played with the foreskin. Then, he changed the rhythm, loosening his hold just enough to run his hand all the way down the base before tightening his grasp. Dimitri grunted every time Jack stroked him. It didn’t take long before Dimitri started to buck his hips upward, fucking Jack’s hand and the air.

Jack scooted in closer, his soft dick pressed against Dimitri’s bouncing ass. Dimitri’s thick thighs wrapped around Jack’s hips as he continued his thrusts.

“Uuuuaagh.” Dimitri groaned loudly as he climaxed.

Two jets of cum hit Jack, splattering across his chest. A third and final shot landed on Dimitri’s stomach.

Dimitri lay there panting and smiling at Jack.

“Okay, time to take this off.” Dimitri grabbed the pumpkin and tossed it to the other end of the bed before pulling Jack in for a kiss.

“I am definitely topping you again.” Jack chuckled.

“Yes, but for now we rest.” Dimitri lay back on the bed, letting their sweaty, sticky bodies crash into each other. “My ass is sore.”

“Just you wait,” Jack teased, grinding against Dimitri and nuzzling into his neck with sweet kisses. “Next time, I’m really going to fuck you. Show you exactly what this monster boy is capable of unleashing.”

Shadows danced across the room.

“Is this what they mean when they warn of the exuberance the short kings carry?”

“Bet your ass it is.” Jack playfully pinched Dimitri’s butt. “And best believe I will be collecting.”

“You are exhausting.” Dimitri laughed.

The two of them lay together in bed, cuddling and playing and teasing each other. Jack couldn’t imagine life getting any better than this. He had a man who loved him deeply. A man he loved with all his heart. Dimitri saw him for everything he was, knew Jack completely, and loved him for it. Jack adored Dimitri’s kindness, his curiosity, his quiet devotion, and more than anything, Jack wanted to share the world with him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Dimitri did, in fact, walk funny the next morning, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how hard Jack had railed him. Part of him craved it again, another part wanted to bend Jack over the kitchen table and fuck him. Anything to assert himself in equal measure, to tease him, to please him, to test the measure of their love.

It didn’t take long for them to fall into such playful patterns. They would spar with each other, they would film with each other, they would fuck each other. Life had become something so sweet. Almost as sweet as the floral fragrances of spring. The winter cold had finally faded, and sunny days were abundant.

“Come along, lazy pumpkin.”

Dimitri had decided to use the walk as an opportunity to share a bit of his life with Jack, parts of himself that he’d boxed away for what seemed like an endless winter. But just as spring had rolled back around here and the flowers blossomed, so had Dimitri’s memories of a life that once was.

Jack sighed, trudging behind Dimitri as they left the house for one of their regular hikes.

“I miss Astaroth,” Jack whined.

“Oh, I knew you cared about that little demon puppy.”