“Touch?” I manage to ask, voice rough and desperate.
“Yeah, baby,” Mavi breathes, eyes dark with lust. “You can.”
My hands move instantly. I grip his hips tight and pull him down harder onto my cock. I slide one hand up his back and hold him close while the other drags his leaking cock out of the lace and strokes him in time with his bounces. Mavi groans and leans into me, his chest pressing against mine. I kiss his cheek, then his neck, then his shoulders, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint sweetness of his scent.
“So gorgeous,” I whisper against his throat, thrusting up to meet him. “So beautiful like this, Doll. Taking me so deep. You feel so good around me.”
Mavi moans louder and rides me faster, his hole clenching tight every time my knot bumps his rim. I keep stroking his cock, thumb rubbing over the slick head while I kiss and bite gently at his neck. My knot swells bigger, stretching him wider, and I can feel the moment it finally takes. It pops inside him with a wet sound and locks us together.
I hold him tight against me, arms wrapped around his waist while we both groan through the intense pressure. My cock throbs deep inside him and thick ropes of cum start to spill, filling him until I can feel it leaking out around my knot. Mavi’s own cock pulses in my hand and he comes across my stomach in hot streaks, his hole milking my knot with every wave of his orgasm.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, Mavi leaning against my chest, his body warm and pliant. His fingers caress my face gently, tracing my jaw and my lips while we both come down from the high.
“Why do you call me Doll?” he asks softly, still stroking my cheek.
My hands keep moving over him, running my fingers along his face and lips, touching him because I need the contact. “Because you’re perfect,” I finally say. “You’re beautiful and you shine and I want to keep you safe. Like something precious I can hold but never break.”
Mavi’s eyes soften. He leans in and kisses me, his hole still fluttering around my knot. “How long have you been watching me?” he whispers against my mouth.
I keep touching him, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek and the smear of lipstick on his lips. The truth feels heavy but right in this moment. “Forever,” I say quietly. “It feels like forever since I’ve watched you. You are the only thing that calms the chaos in my head. When everything gets too loud and too many choices pile up, I look at you and the noise stops. You make it quiet.”
Mavi smiles against my lips. “I think I like the idea of being your Doll.”
I kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. “I really like being your pet.”
