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“If you don’t behave for me, I’ll tell your Daddy. What do you think he’ll say when he learns you can’t even be a fucktoy without being a brat?”

Ash groans but holds still as I press in, both of us moaning as my head enters him. Carefully, more slowly than I normally would if we had lubricant, I enter him. Inch by very careful inch, I slide into his ass.

Ash shakes under my touch, but I run my hands under his top and along his skin, soothing him.

“There you go,” I whisper, rocking a little deeper into him. “You fit me like a fucking glove, Ash. Even though you have a Daddy now, you’re still mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, now fuck me like I am!” he snaps.

My laughter is low and dark as I grip his hips and do exactly as I’m told.

Sliding out of him until just the head is still in his ass, I grip his hips hard enough to bruise, before surging in. It’s tight and a bit difficult at first due to only being lubed up with spit, but I don’t let that deter me. Over and over, I fuck into him, his hole loosening in increments as I do.

Ash whines and groans, one hand gripping the dresser for dear life, the other reaching back and fisting my shirt. I don’t know if he’s trying to push me away or pull me closer, but it doesn’t matter. The only sounds out of his mouth are ones of pleasure, so I take that as my sign to keep going.

Soon enough, I’m slamming into him hard enough to rattle the drawers in the dresser, but he doesn’t complain. I’m sure the edge is digging into his front painfully, but that only seems to spur him on. Ash bucks back into me, taking my entire length as I slam into him.

Rocking my hips, I pull my cock out only far enough that it allows me to thrust in deep once more. My balls ache with the need to release and I lean over him again, gripping his shoulder in one hand and his hip in the other.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I tell him. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and maybe, if you’re a good boy, your Daddy will fuck it back out of you.”

“Fuck,” he gasps.

I’m surprised the dresser doesn’t break with how hard I fuck him. His hole is nice and loose, and I pull away slightly to spit once more, getting my cock slick enough that the glide in is smoother.

Getting a fistful of his hair, I pull, forcing him to follow the motion so I don’t pull his hair out. He arches his back, his chest lifting from the dresser, pushing his ass further onto my cock.

“Fucking hell, Ash,” I gasp.

A few more rough thrusts and then I rock my hips against his ass again, keeping my dick deep as it throbs and I come. The orgasm seems to burst out of me, cum coating his insides as my cock jerks and pulses. Ash tightens his ass, making me moan as he milks me for all its worth.

Carefully, I let his hair go, easing him back to rest against the dresser as I stay inside him for as long as comfortably possible. As my cock softens and my breathing returns to normal, I slide out of him.

Ash hisses and I rub a hand up and down his back, soothing him.

“You okay?”

“I can’t feel any of my body parts,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m fucking perfect. Now, put me to bed.”

Laughing, I kick off my pants and pull Ash up, scooping him into my arms. He groans but rests a head on my shoulder.

Carrying him to the bed, I lay him down and then strip his top off. “You sure you don’t want a shower?”

“No,” he stretches. “I want your cum in me for as long as possible.”

Snorting, I shake my head and finish undressing. “Whatever you want, Ash.”

He hums and slides under the covers. Leaving him, I move about the room, gathering clothes and depositing them in the hamper before jumping into the shower.

As I wash the sweat and cum from my skin, I sigh, letting my body relax. While our relationship might not be based on sex alone, there’s no denying we both needed that reconnection.

When I crawl into bed beside Ash, he doesn’t hesitate to snuggle into me. “I love you, James,” he whispers.

Wrapping an arm around him, I hold him tight. If he were anyone else, those words would bother me, but I know what he means and what he needs. I could never begrudge him thisconnection, even if it comes with feelings. Some small part of me needs it, too.

Waking up has always been difficult for me, sleep in general is hard, and today is no exception. Waking up covered in your own sweat, with your heart racing and your brain foggy, is disconcerting.

James, used to my shit, holds me close and presses a kiss to my hair. “You’re okay, Ash,” he says.

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