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Rune lets out a small, contented sigh as he moves around behind me. Part of me wants to look, but I can’t really find the strength to turn my head, so I lie there until he digs his fingers into my hips and lifts me onto my knees.

“Like this, okay? Or do you want to face me?”

I shake my head a little too quickly. “I don’t want to look at you.” He stiffens and sucks in a breath, and I realize right then where I fucked up. “No—no. I mean, if I look at your face, I’m going to come. Like, immediately. I want to last a little longer.”

He lets out a huffing laugh, and I hear the lube bottle spurt, and then suddenly, there’s something thick, covered in thin latex, pressing against my ass. I let myself picture him holding his dick right under the head, positioning it right where I want him.

My entire body gives one single shudder from the roots of my hair all the way down to my toes.

“I need it,” I beg him.

“I’m not going to make you wait, gorgeous. Take a breath for me, okay?”

I do, and my lungs burn as I hold it, but I forget to feel air-hungry when he pushes inside. He only goes half an inch, but I stretch around him with an aching burn that fades almost immediately into something better.

The sensation of being full is uncomfortable, but I’m not unused to it. My dildos aren’t small. I love the feeling of being stuffed and heavy, and maybe if I’d been able to get the right angle when I fucked myself like that, I wouldn’t be losing my mind right now.

“God, you’re so tight,” Rune gets out. His voice is rough and thready, and I feel a tremble in his body as he pushes forward, rolling his hips, and bottoms out inside me.

My eyes slam shut, and sparks explode behind my closed lids as the head of his dick shuttles right against my prostate, and my balls tighten.

Yeah, I should have done this facing him. I’m not going to last either way.

“I can’t…it’s…” I take a steadying breath as I gently rock back against him. My arms feel weak, but they’re holding me up. For now. “I won’t last. Fuck me, please. Please, please, pl—hnng!”

The last begging please is cut off when he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. His hands adjust the angle I’m holding myself, and with the next thrust, I lose it completely. My arms give out, and my chest hits the bed, my face buried in the pillow as he gets to work.

And in that moment, the only thing I know is the pleasure exploding in my veins, and the fullness in my ass, the sharp dig of his fingertips as he holds me in place, and the sound of his skin slapping mine.

Slapslapslapslapslap, like a fucking jackhammer.

The tiny remaining bit of me that’s coherent wishes I were recording this so I could see the way his hips and ass move so fast. It would make me come in my pants just watching, but it would be worth it.

I open my mouth to say something, maybe to moan, but the only thing that comes out is a ragged breath. And it lingers just long enough for me to crash over the edge. The orgasm hits me slowly at first, like the rolling waves of a tide, and then suddenly, it consumes every piece of me. The vision behind my closed eyes goes weird, static-white, and my ears begin to ring.

And somewhere beyond that, I’m vaguely aware that I’m frotting against the bed and coming all over my sheets.

“…fuck yes. Look at you. Coming all over yourself just from this. Untouched. Humping the bed.”

I come to on Rune’s whispered words, spoken right into my ear. I hadn’t realized it, but he’s pulled my back up against his chest, and he’s mouthing at my neck and rolling his hips into me, stuttered, hard thrusts tunneling into my ass as he chases his own climax.

And he doesn’t last long either. He takes a breath, then grunts hard, and suddenly, I feel him spill. It’s hot, filling the end of the condom, his dick throbbing and wrecking the walls of my ass.

My own dick makes a valiant effort at getting hard again, but all it manages is a weak twitch before settling against my thigh.

Rune’s arms hold me so tight I can barely breathe, but before I can beg for air, he lowers me down and settles against me, raining kisses along the backs of my shoulders.

“Holy…fuck.” My first two words after all that should have been something better. More poetic. Some kind of thank-you for destroying my world and putting it back together in a way that finally makes sense.

Rune seems to appreciate my lack of verbal abilities though. He sighs and hums and kisses me behind the ear. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat and open my eyes, and the world seems a bit brighter for a second, until I blink a few times. “More than. You?”

He laughs. “Best I’ve ever had.”

“You don’t need to⁠—”

He cuts me off by biting my shoulder and shaking his head. “No. Don’t. I mean it. You are more than I ever thought I’d be allowed to have.”