Page 146 of Paradox
Our breath finds the same rhythm as my thrusts.
He stares at me, his eyes momentarily piercing my soul before losing focus again.
I’ve been inside of him for such a short time, but I’m almost spent.
It’s too hot.
He feels too good.
I love him too much.
“You ready?”
His mouth flaps, but nothing comes out.
I wrap my fingers around his pretty pink cock, and he starts shaking.
It’s only a few more seconds before he’s coming, barely touched, all over his torso and chin; his entire body tensing as his hole clenches impossibly tight around me.
I’m ready to explode, but I wish I could feel him better.
I wish I didn’t have this fucking rubber on so I could pump him full of cum.
I grab his chin, and he’s right here with me, his panting breath and fucked-out face so appealingly ragged that I come out of nowhere on my next forward thrust.
I’ve gone for longer before—so much longer.
With a breathy whisper, he says my name, and the last of my energy is gone.
His legs go limp, and he seems in a trance as he stares at me—a small content smile pulling at one side of his lips.
“Fuck, Jin. Goddamnit,” I pant and bury my face in his neck. It takes everything I have not to fully collapse on top of him.
Soft hands ghost over my back. “Thank you.”
I melt.
I catch my breath and kiss my boy, then pull out slowly, taking the time to admire the mess I’ve made of him.
He looks boneless and overworked.
His fingers find their way to the chaos of my hair.
His cum is smashed between us.
I’m in awe of him.
He did so well.
“I love you so much, Jintae. I hope you don’t hurt too—” I cut myself off as I look down to check for blood.
“Holy crap!” In a burst of energy, he wraps his arms and legs around me like a baby monkey. “I didn’t say it back!”
I kneel in shock with no need to support him because he just comes with me. “What the hell?”
“I love you, Hyung! I love you!” He grabs both cheeks of my dumbstruck face, and wrenches me right where he wants me. “I love you, too, Eden.”
I had told myself that I wouldn’t care if he didn’t say it back, but even in my imagination, that was a fucking lie. Because this man, his happiness, his smile, what we just did together, means more to me than anything else ever has.
