Page 124 of The Mourning Throne
The one that saidI’m all yours.
It never got old. It carved down Morgan’s spine, sharper than blade had ever been, thrilling in a way that almost nothing else could touch. Fucking Lex face-to-face—every sweet noise and touch framed for him alone—was better than worship.
Morgan slid his free hand between them, fingers closing tight around Lex’s cock. His strokes matched the rhythm of his hips—measured, deliberate, coaxing sound from Lex with every movement. Those swollen lips parted wider, whimpers spilling out in waves, breaking down into nothing but Morgan’s name repeated in a dazed chant.
Over and over.
“Come for me,” Morgan murmured.
Lex’s entire body seized, his muscles locking up as he arched off the counter. That broken cry that could’ve been Morgan’sname, or just something ripped from somewhere too deep to touch.
Cum spilled over Morgan’s fist, slick and messy between them, and Morgan groaned—head tipping forward as he gave in, slamming one last time into that tight, clenching hole before freezing.
Coming was almost an afterthought. Something quiet. Something restrained.
No joke this time. No quip about how he waspositivethey’d hit that dreaded two minute mark again.
Because this time wasn’t about him.
It was for Lex.
And Lex…
Lex had never looked so grateful.
They left the bathroom in silence, Lex walking just a half step behind. His legs were still unsteady, his breathing too shallow. But there was color in his face again—pink across his cheeks, lips still swollen, hair a wild mess that Morgan didn’t even know how to begin fixing.
Lex’s hand found his with no warning. Tan fingers threaded through Morgan’s, palm slick but squeezing like he meant it.
“So… ten out of ten service. I would recommend.”
Morgan snorted, his free hand rising to cover his mouth. “Thank you for the compliment,” he said, still laughing underhis breath. “I don’t get those a lot. It seems to be the other way around most of the time.”
Lex’s shoulder bumped into his. “I’m uh, turning over a new leaf. I guess.”
Morgan cut him a glance. Shook his head.
Even if Lex was still fragile, this was progress.
By the time they reached the car, Lex had started humming some godawful pop song under his breath, off-key in the worst way. He didn’t sway as he walked, like he usually did. Didn’t swing their joined hands like he liked.
But Morgan would take it.
Clicking the fob, Morgan unlocked the car, and Lex flopped back in the passenger seat. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, mouth moving soundlessly.
You’ll be alright. Give it time, Lex.
Patience is a virtue.
Morgan paused.
And the world paused with him.
The distant city hum had gone quiet—no horns, not shouting, not even a passing car. Only the eerie buzz of a streetlight and the faintplinkof a cooling engine somewhere nearby. Even the wind didn’t move.
Something felt… off.
Wrong.
