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Sasha choked, gagging, but didn’t try to move away. Jason left him filled up for a few seconds before shifting away, letting Sasha take a heaving breath before thrusting in again.
Sasha was groaning, eyes rolled back as tears wet his cheeks. Something mad and feral and loving took over Jason as Sasha rocked on the toy, cock red and untouched, his hands claws on Jason’s thighs.
“That’s it. Baby, that’s it, you’re so good.”
Jason started fucking Sasha’s mouth for real. He could take it—God, he could take it. His spit became thick as he gagged, dripping down his chin, cheeks red and shining and Jason couldn’t fucking take it. He couldn’t fucking take it.
He could feel the orgasm building in the very pit of him, equal measures Sasha’s wet mouth and just the simple sight of him, kneeling and sobbing and gagging there for him.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, gonna come.”
Sasha made a loud, desperate whine, and that was all it took—Jason hurtled off the edge, body locking up in pleasure as he spilt into Sasha’s throat.
He was trembling by the time it receded. His cock was still hard in Sasha’s mouth, pulled out just enough to let Sasha breathe noisily through his nose.
After a moment, Jason slipped out entirely, ignoring Sasha’s sound of protest, to grab his chin and use his other hand to slide the head of his cock across Sasha’s tear-stained cheeks.
“Oh, fuck,” Jason mumbled. “Fuck.”
Sasha was breathing loudly, hips rocking back and forth, looking up at Jason with a wild, dazed look in his eyes. “Jason? Please,” he whispered.
Jason didn’t even think—he grabbed the lube, covering his hand before sliding off the bed to press himself behind Sasha, thighs spread on either side of him.
“You can come, baby. You’ve been so good.”
Jason started jerking Sasha off tight and fast like he knew Sasha liked. Sasha shouted at the first touch—the first real one on his cock that day—and doubled over, grinding on the toy jerkily.
“That’s it. Come, baby.”
Sasha tensed and with a wrecked, broken shout, came all over Jason’s fingers.
Jason kept jerking Sasha off lightly through it, avoiding the head, until it was obvious that Sasha couldn’t take anymore.
Sasha kept whining, though, and Jason wrapped one arm around him, the other hand holding the base of the toy.
“Lift up, sweetheart. There you go.”
Sasha groaned pitifully as the still undulating toy slipped out of him. Jason turned it off quickly before lifting Sasha up to the bed before he collapsed onto the floor.
“There you go. Here, drink some water. Come on, just a little, okay?”
Sasha took a few sips and then downed the whole thing at once before sagging onto the bed, completely out of it.
Jason cleaned them up, shutting the lights off so that it was only the late-evening twilight coming in through the windows before lying beside Sasha.
Sasha turned at once to face Jason, squeezing him tightly, making small, animal noises against his neck.
Jason stroked Sasha’s hair, the other arm holding him just as tightly. “You did so good, baby. So good.”
Jason closed his eyes and, for once, just let his love for Sasha fill him to the brim.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Waking up next to Sasha after a night like that, pressed into the mattress with about eight octopus limbs wrapped around him and Sasha’s soft, morning noises muffled again his neck, was…a lot. Their usual back-and-forth had a tender edge that made the soup of affection and premeditated loss curdle in his stomach.
It was strange, how having something you want so desperately could hurt.
He’d get up every day and go to work and see Sasha and hang out with him and kiss and touch him, make him cry, and he’d have to pretend to be okay with everything. Had to pretend it wasn’t eating away at him, that this wascasualfor Jason.
