Page 101 of Never Too Late

I grunt at the loss, instantly feeling empty as he does.

He lifts himself up gently, taking his finger, pushing back in any cum leaking from my hole, which makes my cock start to harden again.

He laughs when he starts to notice. “Slow down, pretty boy. Are you in any pain?”

I shake my head as I push my head further into the pillow my head is laid on, feeling comfortable and content.

Feeling nothing but love.

Maybe I am good enough for him. And maybe, he does love me.

And that’s last thought I have before I close my eyes, feeling a damp flannel roaming along my body as I fall asleep.

Chapter fifty-three

Jae

“I wonder if one day, you’ll see that I never stopped writing.”

“Rise and shine, baby,” I quietly whisper into Dax’s ear as I wake up next to him. The sun is shining brightly through the open windows in the living room, the sunflowers already dancing in the wind. The tones of orange and yellow reflect onto the white walls around us. It almost looks too good to be true. We both passed out last night, too exhausted to walk upstairs. I cleaned both of us before I closed my eyes, he’d fallen asleep before I did, and I made sure not to wake him.

Looking upon his face, I feel nothing but an overwhelming amount of admiration as I watch his head move side to side, disagreeing to wake up. I decide it’s best to leave him asleep for a few more minutes as I quickly run upstairs and run a bath for him. He must be sore after last night, because I can definitely feel it in my thighs.

Turning on the tap and putting in some bubble bath, I walk into the bedroom, taking two pairs of pyjama bottoms before going into the airing cupboard on the landing and taking out two large towels, placing them both onto the unit in the bathroom before walking back downstairs to get Dax.

He’s always been smaller than me, which helps because he’s easier for me to carry.

He looks delicate as I hold him in my arms against my body, his pale skin in contrast with my darker skin. His freckles show the last few days we’ve spent in the sun and his hair starts to fall into his face as I bring him closer to me. He’s mentioned he wants to get it cut short again, I love his hair both long and short. My eyes don’t leave his face as I carefully take one step at a time up the stairs, slowly making it towards the bathroom.

Carefully lowering myself at the side of the tub, I check the water with my elbow before gently placing him into the water. His ocean blue eyes start to open as his body sinks into the water and he slowly moves forward, shrugging a shoulder, tipping his head backwards, signalling me to get in behind him.

Great minds think alike.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, I climb in behind him, one leg either side, pulling him back towards my chest.

“Thank you,” he says as he inhales against me.

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

“I have everything to thank you for.”

I gently press a kiss to the back of his head, running my hand through his dark blonde hair.

He thanks me all the time for everything I’ve done for him, yet he refuses to believe just how much he’s saved me.

I pull him closer into me, not wanting to let go. Soaking in the heat from his body and the scent of his skin as I lather up the loofah I got from the side, and I listen to him as he starts to softly sing the lyrics to one of his favourite songs.

Memory by Sugarcult.

What was supposed to be a relaxing bath turned into a repeat of last night when he catches me off guard while my head is tilted back on the edge of the tub. He turns his body, now facing me, straddling me in a hurried movement, causing some of the water to tip over the edge. But we don't care. His keenness makes me smile. I love every side there is to Dax but his confident and eager side makes me feel most at ease, because I know in this moment, he too is at peace away from all the negative thoughts that swarm his mind.

He is finally allowing himself to relax.

Taking my already hard length into his hands, I lean back, immersing myself in our synced gasps while doing so. Allowing my mind to blank, focusing only on him. His taste, his touch, his scent. Everything. Momentarily forcing myself to come back to reality, I focus my gaze on his hand, eagerly leading the tip of my cock to his warm tight hole. And, without warning, he lowers himself. Slowly. Painfully. Deliciously. And I’m unable to do anything else, but stare in awe at where our bodies are now completely intertwined.

He is taking charge and fuck, if I didn't love it that way. I watch him ride me at his own pace, taking in every expression he makes and every angelic sound that comes out of his equally beautiful mouth. Absorbing this moment, locking it away with the other memories I've kept of us.

As he gets close to the edge, I start to match his rhythm. Both of us groaning and stealing each others oxygen; but before I can fill him with my release he pulls himself off me, taking his warmth with him and before I can protest, his lips are around my girth.

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