Page 173 of Paradox
The power to make him feel so good that he forgets about everything else.
I look down at my length as it sinks into him, his rim desperately gripping at my shaft every time it reappears in a mesmerising cycle.
His dick bounces against his stomach; slick drops splattering across his skin.
I grab it and start pumping.
His hands scrape and claw.
His abs tense and his pecs and biceps quiver.
I hold still inside him, so close to the edge, but needing him to get there first.
His back arches.
He clenches.
I let go of his cock, take him by the waist again with both hands, and force myself so hard and deep inside of him I feel the condom break.
Jin screams, but it's unlike any sound I've ever heard.
His body convulses, and as I come inside him, he shoots all over his stomach and chest.
The windows of the shitty old canopy are fogged up and the air is heavy with the smell of sex.
I pull out, lay him on the mattress, and crawl back over him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"You're the—" His face twitches. "Why do I feel so wet?"
"The condom broke." I kiss his forehead. "We should probably head back."
"But what about—"
"Shhh," I kiss him gently on the lips. "We need to clean up. We can come back out in the morning. We can come back out every day if you want to."
"Promise?"
"You know I'll promise you anything, Little One."
“Ow, ow, ow. How much longer is this going to take?”
For what feels like the fiftieth time I sit back and rest my forearms on my crossed legs. “You’re the one who insisted on doing it here, and this is the only kit I’ve got.”
“Shut up. Just tell me how much more there is.”
I lean closer to the paper laying on Jin’s lower back. “I’ve done seven of the ten groupy bits.”
“Just call them letters, you idiot.”
“It’s not like I can read Korean.”
“It’s Hangul.”
“But it’s Korean.”
“YouspeakKorean. YoureadHangul. How has this never come up with—”
“Your brother’s not pedantic.”
