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“How was that?” I mumble.

“So good,” he says shakily. “Came so hard.”

I pull out of his quivering body and lift one of his legs to expose his hole. Red and puffy, it pulses with his every breath. I wish I’d fucked him without a condom so I could’ve watched my release seeping out of him.

“I should clean you up.” I make a move to get up, but Sparrow reaches for me, hand cupping my bearded cheek.

“No. Just lay here with me for a while. Please?” And when he looks at me like that and speaks to me in that voice, how can I resist?

We end up falling asleep in each other’s arms, our sweaty, cum-covered bodies helplessly entangled, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chapter 15

Sparrow

I wake up stillhalfway stuck in a dream. An amazing dream. Louis is carrying me to the bedroom, sliding his cock into me, and whispering how good I am at taking it. I don’t want to wake up and realize it’s nothing but a dream, but I inevitably drift out of sleep, feeling happy, sated, and fucked out.

Fucked.

I sit up with a start.

I’m in a bed. Louis’s bed. And when I press my hips to the mattress, I feel it: a familiar soreness. It’s more pleasant than the stinging burn I used to get from Aaron’s rough handling, but still, it’s there.

Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream.

Wide-eyed, I turn around to find Louis sleeping next to me, his arm splayed out on the pillow where I just had my head. What he told me last night echoes back to me.

You’re my boy. This is my hole.

I’m his. Body and soul.

My mouth stretches into a hopelessly happy smile. This can’t be real, but it is. I’m his. He claimed me. My heart flutters in my chest, and the feelings rushing up my throat feel too strong to contain. It’s similar to how I felt during those first weeks at Madame’s, when Aaron had yet to show his true colors, and I didn’t yet know what he wanted with me. I feel like thousands of birds have flown into my chest, tickling me with their fluttering wings and nonstop chirping. It’s almost an unpleasant feeling, and like back then, I have a hard time knowing what to do about it.

But unlike back then, I can take refuge in the warm mass of Louis’s body. Snuggling into him, I lie on his arm and lean my face close enough that his beard tickles my chin. I inhale his scent and caress his hard, muscular arm, skittish in case he wakes up. I want to show him how I feel and make him understand how much he means to me…

At the same time, I don’t want to wake him up. What if he’s having a dream as pleasant as mine? And even after last night, I don’t know if he’ll be grumpy when he wakes up. I don’t know if he’ll give me the cold shoulder and act as if it never happened.

If he did, it would destroy me.

I have to show him my gratitude in some way, and the way I remember it, Aaron always wanted to have sex in the morning. We rarely slept in the same bed due to their small sizes, but he’d often crawl into my bed at daybreak, and I’d wake up from him touching me and his erection pressing against my ass.

I run a testing hand down the hairy length of Louis’s stomach, further, further, and…yeah, he’s hard. Not fully, but enough for my skin to tingle from the feel of his hot length brushing my hand. I reach further, enveloping my hand around his shaft, and it starts to slowly swell and harden in my grip.

I slide down under the covers and carefully lick at the head. Building up some saliva in my morning dry mouth, I open up further and take the head between my lips, suckling gently, feeling it swell further from my touch.

Still, Louis doesn’t seem to wake up, so I start to suck more intently. I’m mostly just holding his cock in my mouth, keeping it there, comforted by the weight of it on my tongue. It’s only when I slurp up the saliva and force him deeper into my mouth that Louis stirs, his big thighs shifting as he lies on his back. He lifts the covers, and I crawl between his legs and look up at him, my face half-hidden behind his shaft as I lick at his balls.

“Christ,” he mutters under his breath. He reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair, and I whimper with the force of his strength. “Feeling naughty this morning, are you, boy?”

I nod, tongue pressing against his slit before I swallow him back down. He grabs hold of my head, forces me further, and holds me there until I gag.

“Mm, fuck,” he groans, letting me up for air. “You are just perfect. Such a good, sweet boy.”

My eyes tear up—both from the pressure in my throat and from his words. Perfect. Yes. That’s exactly what I want to be for him. To be perfect, to be a good boy.

His hips jerk, and his cock swells in my mouth. “Gonna come soon,” he mutters. “Want to see you swallow.”

I make a muffled noise of assent around his cock, and the vibrations together with my quickening movements are what make him shoot. Hot cum spurts down my throat, thick and creamy. I make my greatest effort to swallow it all, but just like last time, some of it overflows and slides down his shaft. I pull off him to lick that up too.

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