Page 38 of Running Feral

Tobias makes a quiet moaning sound, one that draws out with the rhythm of my hand. I lean in closer to his mouth, as if I could steal the moan from him.

“Still good, baby?”

“Yes,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I keep the pace steady but gentle, and he continues to groan and mutter soft curses. His hips fuck up into my grip and his cock continues to weep over my fingers. Gradually, he seems to get closer to the edge. His breathing gets harsher, and I can see his muscles tense, while his length keeps flexing in my hand, like he’s right on the cusp of coming.

“Fuck,” he mutters, but it’s more tense than dreamy this time.

“It’s okay, Tobias. There’s no rush.”

I keep jerking him but use my other hand to cup his head. He opens his eyes to look at me, then screws them shut completely.

“It’s hard…” he whispers. “I wasn’t allowed to…” I see what he’s getting at, even if he’s not saying it. And I have to shove away the surge of anger that threatens to overtake me. “It’s hard sometimes now.”

He said enough. Consciously unclenching my jaw, I keep my hand moving softly over him and cradle his head as I lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You’re here with me now. None of that matters. Nothing matters. You can take as long as you need. Now be a good boy and relax for me.”

His eyelids fly open again at that, and I’m close enough to see his pupils dilate and his mouth move a little like he’s about to say something.

I don’t give him the chance. I kiss him again. Shallow, just lips against lips as we both pant and sigh, but distracting him.

“That’s my good boy,” I whisper directly into his mouth, feeling him shudder in return.

Letting go of his head, I move my free hand down to tug at his balls. They’re tight, right up against his body, so I gently roll them around my palm and enjoy the feeling of him falling apart in response.

His breathy moans become sharper, so I pick up the pace of my strokes a little, although still with a loose grip. With one hand on his cock and one on his balls, I continue to work him while I whisper in his ear.

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

Another gasp.

“You’re close. I can feel it. Let go for me. Be a good boy and make a mess all over my hand.”

Sharp nails dig into the skin of my back as he starts to cry out—short, loud little cries in time with my strokes.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—”

His muscles tense, and then his body quivers over mine as wetness finally pulses out of him. It starts so slowly; just one long, arduous, bow-string-tight arch of his back with a cry, but then his hips are jerking and he’s releasing more and more cum into the air.

It coats my fingers and chest in long stripes, while Tobias continues to shudder and contort himself through it.

“That’s it,” I keep whispering. “Such a good boy. You’re doing so well. Don’t stop.”

I’m not really jerking him anymore, but I keep touching and stroking the hot skin of his cock until he finally pulls away fromme with a gasp. He’s a little wild-eyed, looking around him, so I pull him close and press his head against my neck the way he likes.

It doesn’t take long for him to get on board. The shuddering continues, although he squeezes me so tight I can barely feel it. For a second, I think he might be crying. But he doesn’t make a sound. Just heavy breathing as his body gradually comes down.

Minutes pass. Then more minutes. I fall into a contemplative space that feels like it’s outside of time. My own erection waned, which I don’t care about right now. I’m content to stroke and tug at the strands of hair curling around his ears and rub the overheated skin of his back, one of my hands shoved up inside his t-shirt.

Eventually, he leans back to look at me. His eyes are dry, but he looks worn out and dazed.

“Are you okay?”

Tobias bites his lip, looking smaller than I’ve ever seen him. But not scared. Not anxious or exhausted or overwhelmed. Just… soft. Like he’s allowing me to hold him.

It’s perfect.

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