Page 105 of Gambler's Conceit

His body pulses against my hand as I curl it into a fist.

I’m holding his heartbeat.

“Should I suck you?” I ask, and I’m surprised at how hoarse my voice is. “How long can you hold back once I’ve got my mouth around your cock?”

His eyes blink open, and his mouth opens wordlessly. He makes another sound, a desperate keening noise, and he gasps out, “Can’t. Can’t wait.”

“You can,” I insist. “Don’t come.”

I don’t expect him to follow that order, but the anguish in his wail gets my cock throbbing even harder. I bend down to take the tip of his cock into my mouth.

His hips buck, and I taste his precum, but he doesn’t instantly let go.

“M-Master!” he sobs, his fingers curled up at his sides as he writhes beneath me. “Master, I can’t. I can’t wait. I?—”

All it takes is for me to lick a long line under the head of it, and he’s coming, his entire body going tense. His ass clamps down around my hand, holding me in tight like a vise, like he’s never going to let me go, and he wails out his climax as his seed spills into my waiting mouth.

I swallow it all, and I suck his cock through his climax.

Seven whimpers and covers his face with his arm. “Master—please, it’s so much.”

I relent and release his cock. “My hand is coming out now, Seven. Stay relaxed for me.”

Seven lets out another sob, but he nods. His body is lax, languid with the aftermath of pleasure, and he doesn’t even seem to notice he’s still crying.

I notice, though, and it’s all I can do to remove my hand slowly from his hole instead of hurrying through it so I can kiss them away.

I grab tissues to wipe my hands clean. Once they’re relatively free of lube, I crawl over Seven’s body and box him in. Myerection presses against his thigh as I kiss him—on his cheeks, on his forehead, on the corners of his eyes.

On his lips.

Seven moans and parts his mouth, but he doesn’t participate more than that.

It doesn’t matter. I rub my cock against his skin while I make out with him, the pleasure building and building.

Mine, mine, mine.

His tears are mine.

His pain is mine.

His heartbeat is mine.

Vortex and Havoc can bruise him up and comfort him, but they’ll never have this part of Seven.

I give in to the pleasure, coming against Seven’s skin, and still my lips never stray from Seven’s.

When my orgasm subsides, I lay down against Seven’s side and wrap my arms around him. He’s still completely languid, but he rests his head against my shoulder.

I’m completely relaxed, a far cry from earlier.

Seven starts giggling.

“Hmm?” I ask, placing one hand over his nipple.

“I bet Vortex and Havoc’s cocks combined are bigger than your fist,” Seven says.

I burst out laughing and pinch his side. “You’re insatiable.”

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