Page 116 of Paradox
I can feel pre cum drip from the tip of my overstimulated dick, and I don’t know how.
He pulls me back so my knees are on the rug again.
He pumps and kneads deep within me and I feel a savage heat radiate up my back.
The harder his fingers assault me the harder my hips buck involuntarily against the coffee table.
“H—Hyung, I… I…” I babble as tears start pinching at my eyes. “What’s happening?”
“Shhh. Just relax, Little One.”
Is he freaking serious? I have no control over my body anymore. Staying still is a literal impossibility.
I hear him hiss, almost in pain. “Tell me when you’re there.”
“I can’t… I can’t stop shaking.”
“Then you’re there.”
He beats against me, never giving up, never losing contact.
I lift my head only to bang it on the table.
I burst into tears, wailing; my mind almost dislocating from my body as the cabin spins around me.
There's a loud, primal groan, then searing wetness is splashing against me.
Heaviness blankets my back. His breath is like thunder in my ear; his chest pounding at my shoulder blades.
An arm scoops beneath me and I’m held tight, like a prize. Like something he never wants to let go of.
“Thank you… I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
I try to speak but I’m a shell of a man.
I want to worship at his feet, but he holds me like a baby.
I’m never going to get over this.
There is no way I can move on without him.
It’sus, or it’s nothing.
Eden van der Hart is my brave new world.
Eden’s standing by the stove when I leave the bathroom. He’s put some—until today elusive—underwear on, and is stirring something. The only light on is the one over the sofa, and as I step into it, he turns to me. Looking me over, his face softens from concentration to infatuation.
“Here.” Moving to the dining table, he picks up the pair of light grey sweatpants he lent me the morning after the storm. “Put these on.”
With a bashful smile, I gently shake my head and walk towards the closet under the stairs. “I’ve got clean ones.”
“Jin.” His tone is stern enough for me to turn around. He’s closer now. “Put these on,” he repeats, pushing the sweats against my chest with one hand and tugging the towel from around my waist with the other.
No longer phased by being naked in front of him, I leave my hands by my side and look up with an emotionless stare.
“Take them,” he insists, pushing them harder against me. I blink slowly and open my eyes up to the stove top, but Eden steps in front of me. “Just put them on.”
“I have my own.”
