Page 94 of Private Exhibit
Devon drifted, forgetting everything. He forgot the stark, lifeless apartment. The frustration of being stuck in a wheelchair, unable to do anything for himself. The long, tedious anticipation, knowing the end was coming, wishing it would just hurry up and get there already. Everything faded beneath the sheer, suffocating weight of pleasure as Andy consumed him.
Andy moved, and the next thing Devon knew, he was stretched out on Andy's bed, with Andy hovering over him, touching him everywhere. Devon's clothes seemed to vanish as though by magic. He couldn't remember a single detail of Andy undressing him.
But then he realized it was just him in his diaper, with a very naked Andy pressing him down into the mattress.
A sob tore out of him before he could stop it.
“Dev?” Andy gasped.
Devon squeezed his eyes shut, fighting tears. “How can you want me like this?” He tried to cover his face, but his hands wouldn't budge. Not even his left arm, which had remained partially functional for days.
Andy wiped away the few tears that managed to escape. “I always want you,” he murmured, his voice unsteady.
Devon slowly blinked and looked up at Andy's face. He gave a tiny gasp.Oh my gods. Andy was crying, too. His eyelashes were wet, his face pinched with pain.
Before Devon could say anything, Andy kissed him again, the contact so deep and powerful yet so achingly sweet that Devonfelt dizzy. He barely felt Andy unfastening the diaper. Barely heard the crinkle of plastic as Andy opened a condom.
“No,” Devon gasped.
Andy paused. “No?”
“No condom,” Devon blurted out. “I can't get pregnant,” he rushed to remind Andy. “Please. I want to feel you come inside me.”Even if I can't feel it, he thought. If nothing else, he'dknow. That would have to be enough.
Andy studied his face, his gaze growing darker by the second. “Oh fuck.” He cast the condom aside and crushed Devon in a kiss.
Devon came up for air when Andy pulled away, and he saw Andy push his legs apart. A swell of panic rose up inside him, not able to feel Andy's hands on his thighs. But then Andy stroked Devon's tiny length with the tip of his finger. The touch was feather-light, but it was there. Devon moaned, wanting more. Needing more.
“Gods, baby,” Andy gasped. “You're so hot and wet.”
Devon held his breath. “Bad wet?” he quietly asked.
“No,” Andy growled, shaking his head and stuffing two fingers inside him. “Good wet. Very good wet.”
Devon gasped, Andy's shallow strokes teasing him, making him desperate.
Andy pulled his fingers out, making Devon whimper at the loss of sensation. But then the man grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it, slicking it up with Devon's own fluids.
“Oh my gods,” Devon gasped. He stared at Andy's hand, mesmerized by the sight of it stroking that perfect, naked cock. “I could watch this all day.”
Andy grinned, moving closer to drag the head of his cock up and down between Devon's legs.
Devon whimpered again. He felt it, but barely. It was like his skin had turned partially numb. More a preview or a hint of touch than the actual sensation.
But when Andy finally entered him? Devon felt it right down to his core.
“Oh my gods,” he gasped, choking on a ragged breath as Andy completely filled him. “Daddy!”
Andy froze, hovering there with his cock as deep as it could go. “Dev?”
“Daddy,” Devon gasped. He tried to move. To reach for the man. To rock his hips or arch his back orsomething. Devon let out a pitiful, helpless whine, then begged, “Please.”
Andy stared at him for a long moment, then slowly pulled back.
Devon moaned.
“Gods,” Andy quietly swore. “You feel that?”
Devon nodded, unable to speak.
