Page 32 of Fluffing the Stallion

“Jesus, Clay. They’re okay with that?”

“Yep. Apparently, I’m the only person in this century that didn’t know what a fluffer was.”

Yuri’s smirk is beautiful and I fall harder for him just seeing how happy and playful he looks right now. “It’s okay, baby. Now you know. And you’re the best fluffer in the world.”

“I hate you,” I mutter, trying to hide my grin.

“Aww … I love you too.”

In shock, I look up at him, seeing his wide-eyed expression. “Do you, or are you joking?”

“Both, maybe?”

Well, looks like Tommy and Jay were right. God, my heart is so full.

Smiling softly, I slide closer to him, kissing him slow and deep. “Good. Because I love you too, Yuri.”

A sound of happiness and desperation comes from Yuri’s mouth as he flips me onto my back and slides between my legs. “I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep that in. But I love you, Clayton Dalgreen. I fell for you weeks ago. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

Looping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, I pull him down for a gentle kiss. “I fell for you too. Probably from the first moment I saw you. You’re stuck with me now,” I joke.

“I don’t mind that at all.”

Yuri pulls me from the bed and takes me to the shower. After we’re clean—wiping down definitely wasn’t enough—he takes me back to bed. After he changes the sheets, we climb in. Yuri saddles up behind me, wrapping his long and heavy limbs around me like he never wants to let me go.

I hope he never does.

fifteen

YURI

Clay’s family stays for a few more days. They’re a blast. Everyone is so nice and chill, all of them reminding me a little of Clay. I see where he gets his mannerisms and habits from his mom and dad, and his brothers mirror that. It’s weird to see. I’m an only child, so I don’t know how siblings act from personal experience, but they all act almost exactly alike, down to them ducking their heads and blushing when they’re embarrassed. It's fucking adorable.

I go out to the movies with the whole Dalgreen family before they head back to Maine. His brother, Jay, still couldn’t meet my eyes, but he did apologize for being weird at dinner. There’s no need for an apology, but I just accepted it and we moved on. Hopefully, he’ll act normally around me as time goes on, since I plan to be in Clay’s life for many more years to come.

Clay’s been working as my fluffer for a few months now, so he not only was able to pay his tuition, he was able to pay back the student loan he took out his freshman year in full. He doesn’t have to worry about if he’ll be able to walk across the stage now. I’m extremely proud of him, even though he completed pretty much all of his college education without me. All he has to worry about now are his exams and he’s home free. Once he’s no longer in school, he’ll have time to do whatever he wants to do. Including me.

All day long.

For now, I’ll show him during this spring break what he has to look forward to when he doesn’t have to worry about class anymore.

Usually, Clay wakes up before me, but since I have plans for him, I’m able to rouse myself first. I see the appeal of why Clay doesn’t wake me up when he wakes up. He’s so beautiful like this, his face relaxed and his mouth open slightly. He doesn’t exactly snore, but the cutest sounds escape his mouth every time he exhales.

I really love him.

I never thought I could fall for someone so quickly, but it wasn’t hard with him. Everything about Clay calls to me. Who am I to question love? Just like Clay did being my fluffer, I’m just going to go with it.

Carefully unwrapping my arms and legs from around him—I’m not sure why I end up like this around him every night, but I don’t care—I lie him flat on his back. Clay doesn’t even stir as I slide his pants down, his thick cock becoming visible. My mouth waters at the sight.

Getting his pants off, I kiss up his thighs to his shaft. Clay stirs but doesn’t wake, so I kiss him more, lapping at his skin. Clay hisses, his hand fumbling beside me as his cock lengthens. Slowly, I lick over to his balls, laving them as Clay thrusts up, moaning. When my eyes flick up to his, I find Clay’s heated sleepy gaze.

He spears his fingers through my hair, moving my head closer to his hard shaft. Opening wide, I suck him in, taking him down to the base after relaxing my throat. I groan, loving the taste of him. His masculine flavor is like nothing I’ve ever had on my tongue before. Precum leaks into my mouth and I swallow it down eagerly, wanting that and more.

Clay must need to come because he starts to fuck my face almost immediately, both hands on the side of my head holding me still so he can stuff as much cock down my throat as he wants. I hold still, letting him use me like this, loving how he takes his pleasure.

My eyes water as I gag, but I don’t let Clay’s cock go. I want him to blow his load down my throat.

Peeking up at Clay, I see his head thrown back, chest pumping as he breaths heavily around his moans. “Fuck, Yuri. I’m coming.”

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