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He’s silent long enough that it’s clear he doesn’t want to tell me. I’m not moving forward without an answer, so I simply keep stroking him while he wrestles against the impulse to stay silent.

Finally, Poseidon says, “Six months.”

So long.

“Got it.” I make myself stop touching him long enough to shove off my pants and grab the condom and lube. After a quick internaldebate, I roll the condom on my aching cock and set the lube next to his hip. I’ll need that in a moment.

But first, I fully intend to make Poseidon beg.

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Poseidon

I didn’t know it was possible to feel like I’m floating while also existing in pure bliss in my skin at the same time. My ass pulses in delicious agony in time with my racing heart, spurred on by Icarus squeezing me roughly. He hasn’t even touched my cock, and yet pre-come leaks from the tip and my balls are heavy and ready to explode. Just from pain.

I didn’t know it could be like this. Not even last night prepared me, and he’s still only using his hands. The fantasy of how exquisite the experience could be with toys… I shudder. “Icarus, please.”

“That’s a start, big guy.”

Every time he calls mebig guy, my thighs shake. I’m so used to being the biggest person in the room, to being careful around others because that fact comes with a level of responsibility and a threat I can never quite escape. But when Icarus uses that pet name, it’s almost indulgent, as if he’s nodding to my size and strength while knowing thathehasmeon my knees. He’s the one who holds the power.

I’ve never felt so free.

He kisses the small of my back and then moves down the curveof my ass, the softness of his lips a direct counterpoint to the pain still throbbing. It heightens the sensation, and I can’t begin to say if it’s more pain or if everything’s transformed to pleasure. I don’t have to have an answer for that right now. I just have tofeel—and to obey.

Icarus bites me. Pain flares, overriding pleasure, and I moan. He licks the spot and I can feel him moving behind me. A few moments later, cool lube smears over my ass. Icarus spreads me wide, no less commanding for how softly he speaks. “I’ll give you what you want, big guy, but you’re going to promise me to use your safe word if it becomes too much.”

I don’t know if there’s such a thing as too much. I’m drunk on the sensations he’s given me, greedy in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be. I don’t care what he does to me as long as it’smore.

The head of his cock presses to my ass. He’s not moving fast, but he’s not giving me much time to adjust, either. I inhale and relax on the exhale, surrendering to whatever he chooses to give me.

He murmurs something comforting that I can barely understand as he presses inexorably into me. Slow but steady. Unrelenting. He’s not a small man, either. The penetration is uncomfortable in the best way possible, a faint burning as he spreads me, eased with the generous application of lube. On and on and on it goes, until I have to concentrate on not tensing, have to focus on my breathing, have to…

His hips meet my aching ass cheeks. “Well done.” He soothes me with his touch, stroking my back, my hips, my ass. “You’re doing wonderfully.”

I can’t breathe. I certainly can’t think. It’s glorious.

Icarus leans down and bites my back. “Ready?”

There’s barely air to answer, but he won’t keep going if I don’t; he’s more than proven that at this point. “I’m ready,” I say thickly.

He withdraws almost completely and pauses for a beat, giving me a chance to change my mind. As if that’s even a possibility. I should be terrified of the strength of my need. Maybe tomorrow, I will be. Tonight, all I can do isfeel.

The only warning I get is his hands tightening on my hips. Then he shoves forward, driving into me until his hips meet my abused ass. Pain and pleasure flare into an intoxicating mix inside me. “Ohfuck.”

“That’s it, big guy.” His words are so soft, so caring, while he brutalizes my ass, thrusting into me hard enough to shove my body against the mattress. The jarring motion only sinks him a little deeper, allows us to be a little closer. Icarus strokes my back even as he claims me in a way I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover from.

I never want it to stop.

My body has other ideas. Even as I sink into the need and ache of him inside me, my balls draw up. “Icarus—”

“Come if you need to.” His laugh has an edge of cruelty. “But don’t expect me to stop until I’m finished with you.”

His words push me over the edge. I try to move, but he presses down on the small of my back, pinning me in place. Or maybe it’s his cock pinning me. All I know is that I can’t even manage to thrust my way through my orgasm. The pressure sweeps over me, bearing me away. I cry out his name as I come, spurting all over the side of the bed.

Icarus laughs again. “Up. On the bed.”

It’s awkward and strange to obey when my limbs don’t want towork and his cock is lodged deep in my ass. We manage. I sprawl on the bed and Icarus presses me down… And then withdraws completely. “Hey!”

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