Page 54 of Breaking You Open

“Yes. God, yes.” He closes his eyes, shuddering at the mere thought.

“We’ll be safe,” I mumble into his neck. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Sparrow whimpers and keeps rocking his hips back and forth to bring my finger in deeper.

“Can hardly wait for my cock, can you?” I ask with a smirk.

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t. Please…please…”

With one swift movement, I rise from the couch, and Sparrow yelps in excitement and surprise as I carry him into the bedroom. There, I lay him on the mattress like I did last night, and we help ourselves get rid of our clothes.

“Louis?”

I kneel on the bed and grab a bottle of lube. “Yeah, baby boy?”

“I want you to…to press down on me.” He gestures to his naked torso, a hand over his heart. “With your weight. Want you to hold me down so I can’t move.”

“Mm-hmm,” I grunt as I tower over him, fisting my cock in my hand. “Turn around, then. I’ll give you what you want.”

He flips to his stomach, eagerly arching his backside into the air. I can barely resist using my mouth on him again, but after an hour of a half-finished blow job, getting hard and soft over and over again, I’m desperate for his tight heat clutching my cock.

I pour a generous amount of lube into his crack, and he hisses at the cold. Then I slip a finger between his cheeks and into his hole, making sure he’s relaxing before I add another. He bunches up the sheets in his hands, rocking his hips against my hand.

“You ready for it?” I climb over him and press him down on the mattress, cock resting against his opening.

“Yeah,” he whines. “So ready.”

“Really?” I ask with a smirk. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. P-Please. I want…”

I sink inside, and his hitched breath dissolves into a moan. I pause there, letting him adjust, gentle even in the face of this game between us.

“How about now?”

“Re-Ready,” he blabbers, as if he’s barely aware of what he’s saying. “Still ready. Want it.”

I thrust into him, shallow and slow at first, then harder, snapping my hips against his ass. After a while, he gets so quiet that I start to worry he can’t breathe, so I press my upper body away from him, letting some weight off his chest.

“You still with me, boy? Can you breathe all right?”

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Tell me I’m a good—” I snap my hips into him, and he moans desperately. “Tell me I’m a good boy. Tell me I’m yours.”

“You are.” I’m growing delirious too—drunk on the feeling of his trust, his certainty that I won’t hurt him, even when I’m holding him in a position that he wouldn’t be able to get out of even if he wanted to—not with our differences in weight and strength. “You’re such a good boy. My good boy. Mine.”

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, voice pitifully thin and breathy. “Fuck.”

His hips rub against the sheets, and I can tell he’s reaching climax by the tightness of his ass clenching around my cock. I’ve been on the verge of coming for minutes, so I finally let go, crushing my hips against him and letting out an animalistic groan in his ear.

Breathing. For a few long moments, all we do is breathe together, while I make sure not to crush him with my weight as I relax.

As I shift down his body, he whines from the loss of my pressure. I take his ass in both hands and hold his cheeks open, exposing his hole. He’s gotta be sore by now, so I lick him gently, lapping up the lube and our pleasure, and he lets out a sound like a sob, oversensitive as he must be, but he doesn’t pull away, even when I press my thumb inside him to open him back up a little.

“Push out for me, boy.”

He lets out a sigh, and a few moments later, slick white cum seeps out of his hole, coating my thumb. My spent cock twitches at the sight, and I groan as I smear my release around his reddened rim.

“So good,” I mumble. “So obedient for me.” My fingers slip easily inside his loosened hole as I press some of the cum back into him. “Want you to keep this inside forever. Always remember how I filled you up. How I made you feel.”

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