Page 17 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“Daddy,” Chase moaned as he slipped a long finger in. It obscured everything, but Auston could fucking imagine it—that little bit of pressure, the way Chase would squeeze around him, begging for more.
It took Chase less than a minute to add another finger. Usually, Auston would be chiding him for going so quickly, but he was just as impatient, mouth flooded with spit as he watched. It was a fucking crime that he was doing this on his goddamn phone, but he didn’t have the mental bandwidth to change devices now.
Chase was writhing from just his fingers, making crazy noises, as if it were the first time he had something inside. Auston was dizzy with it, hand slipping into his sweats and gripping his cock hard, just squeezing it, trying to gather a semblance of control.
His mind flickered to Chase that afternoon, the way his laugh had cracked after saying that maybe Auston wasn’t attracted to him.
“Look at you,” Auston murmured. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen. Did you know that?”
Chase made a high, breathy noise. “Daddy.”
“I want you to tell me that you know that. That you’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you even know what I’d do to you if you were here? Sitting on my lap, begging for it like you always are.”
A shudder went through Chase, so violent that even Auston could see it through the tiny screen.
“Say it. Say that you’re the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Daddy…”
“Stop moving.”
Chase stopped instantly, freezing with his fingers still thrust in.
“Say it.”
There was a moment of panting silence. “I…I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen.”
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Another pause. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine. Do you get that? I’m not letting you go.” It sounded like possessive bullshit. To Chase, it probably was.
But Auston meant it. He’d do anything for Chase, was tying his head in knots trying to keep him. Unless Chase said he was done, Auston would never stop fighting for him.
One day, Auston would get to tell him how much he fucking loved him. He could only hope it would land somewhere soft.
“Okay, baby. Grab your toy.”
Chase scrambled to obey, hands covered in slick, fumbling with the toy until he got it in place. God, Auston could remember when Chase could barely get one of the training plugs in, and look at him now—sliding down the girth of that cock as if it were all he needed in the world.
“Oh,” Chase shouted as he bottomed out.
Auston hunched forwards, eyes burning, not even blinking in his madness. He wanted to reach out and touch him so bad he was shaking, panting, sweat springing up as he stroked his dick. He moaned as he brushed the sensitive base where a knot would be if he were in rut—it felt as if it were about to pop.
Everything else but them disappeared. Auston watched Chase like a man entranced, hypnotised.
“God, I can’t wait to be the one doing that,” Auston murmured, barely aware he was talking. “Fuck you so damn slow you’ll becrying. All this training and you’re still so fucking tight, aren’t you, baby? I’d give it to you, and still you’d beg for more.”
“Ah.” Chase almost yanked the sheets of his bed where he was leaning on it as he picked up the pace.
Auston didn’t have the self-control to slow him down.
“Please, Daddy. Please, I’m so close,” Chase pleaded. Auston wanted to make him wait, but he couldn’t—he needed it too.
“Turn around.”
Chase did as he was asked, and there he was in all his glory. It was a holy fucking sight—the red-splotched chest, the sweat, the sounds like he was dying, calling for Auston as if he were the only one who could save him.
