Page 88 of Hero Worship

“More,” he demanded, pushing back against my hand. “I need more.”

“Patience, brat.” I bit his shoulder in warning as I added a second finger.

By the time I had three fingers inside him, he was trembling. Little broken sounds escaped his lips as he rocked back, fucking himself on my fingers desperately.

“Please,” he pleaded. “Now, Daddy?”

I withdrew my fingers and quickly slicked up my cock, lining it up with his entrance. “Now,” I agreed.

The first push inside had us both groaning in unison. He yielded to me completely, accepting every inch of me until I was buried to the hilt in the heat of his body.

I withdrew almost completely before pushing in with a single thrust punctuated by, “Mine.” The word wasn’t possessive anymore. It was a promise. A vow. “Forever, Xander.”

“Yes!” He gasped, hands scrabbling for purchase on the wet tile. Water ran down his spine in streams that I chased with my tongue. “Show me. Make sure I remember it all the way back to Ohio.”

I set a brutal pace, each thrust driving us both higher. My hands gripped his hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises as I held him exactly where I wanted him. Where he needed to be. The shower couldn’t muffle the sounds he made as I claimed him. He let out little broken whimpers that made my blood hot and my cock swell.

Xander’s hand went to his cock, pumping in time with my thrusts. The sight of him pleasuring himself while I owned himso completely pushed me over the edge. This was what I really wanted. Not to preserve him in eternal stillness, but to watch him come apart in my arms again and again, and to be there to put him back together again when it was over.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasped as his movements grew frantic. “Show me who you belong to.”

He shattered with a broken cry, painting the tile wall with his cum until the water washed it away. The rhythmic clenching of his body sent aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

We stayed like that for a long moment afterward, both trembling in the aftermath. My forehead pressed between his shoulder blades as our breathing slowly steadied. The shadow that had haunted me felt distant now, banished by Xander’s light.

A sharp knock on the bathroom door made us both jump.

“If you two are done with your emotional breakthrough or whatever,” Xavier called through the door, “some of us would like to use the bathroom. Misha’s been doing the pee dance out here for ten fucking minutes!”

“I have not,” Misha protested in the background.

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up out of my chest, surprising even myself. It felt good. Real. Like coming back to life after being underwater for too long.

“Five more minutes,” Xander called back as I withdrew from his body.

“I swear to God if you two use up all the hot water…”

“Fine, fine.” Xander rolled his eyes.

We made quick work of cleaning up, but when we got out, we realized we’d forgotten to bring in more clothes.

Xander clutched his towel with one hand and cracked the door, peering out. “X, could you…”

“Already on it.” Xavier’s voice carried from the other end of the suite. “Though I should make you walk out here into the cold naked as punishment for traumatizing me. Twice.”

“Like you haven’t seen it before,” Xander scoffed. “We shared a womb.”

“And I’ve been trying to forget about it ever since,” Xavier muttered, digging through our suitcases.

Misha let out a frustrated whine. “Can we please save the banter for after I pee?”

Xavier appeared, shoving an armful of clothes at us, and we quickly dressed.

Misha practically knocked us over in his rush to get to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. A relieved sigh from the other side of the door made Xander snort with laughter.

“I spoke with Nikolai,” Xavier said. He was already busy packing up his laptop. “All of Misha’s paperwork is in order and ready to go.”

“You’re sure the documents are solid?” I asked.

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