He’s so deep, god his cock inside me is my new drug.
I’m–
I’m gonna–
“Young-gi-” I call for him, scrabbling at his arms with grabby hands, shivering all over, falling apart. “Young-gi, I’m gonna, I-I can’t! I can’t!”
He doesn’t argue with me, just changes his grip again, then again. He fucks me through it, putting my stamina to shame until I’m, no joke, maybe going to pass out.
Everything except for us fades away. No past, no future. Just us.
And I cum harder than I ever have in my entire life.
I cum so hard I scream, which is a first. I quake in his arms, crying out his name, and tighten around his dick so suddenly that I pull him with me, and he cums into the condom inside me with a deep, masculine groan.
“Tommy,” he presses kisses into my sweat-damp skin, and collapses to the side with me still locked in his arms, his dick still inside me. “Baby. So good, so brave. What a sweet boy. That was so good. Exactly how it’s supposed to be.”
And he just goes on and on with that shit while my head spins and I slowly come back to reality. He’s patient, as always. His dick slips out of me once he’s soft and he tosses the condom somewhere, careless because he’s so focused on me right now, and that feels good. It feels nice to be so important to someone.
“Goddamn,” I croak, wrung out, still shivering.
He pulls a blanket over me, over us, and lays himself all over my back. “Are you cold?”
“My ass fuckin’ hurts,” I rasp. “You fucking spanked me a lot today.”
“Mmm, yeah,” he agrees, pleased. “I did.”
“D-ickhead.” I try to insult him but my voice cracks on an aftershock and it comes out embarrassingly high-pitched. I elbow him when I feel his silent laugh against my back. “Shut up and get me some goddamn water.”
His lips curl into a smile against my shoulder, where he presses one final kiss, before rolling out of bed to get me some much-needed hydration.
I end up panting on the bed, awareness returning slowly.
That was the most amazing experience of my entire life. How does Young-gi always seem to know what I need?
He’s the Tommy whisperer.
I snort at my stupid thoughts. He fucked me dumb. I have less brain cells now, I just know it.
My stomach growls, and I groan, then kick my legs with an agonized whine because I don’twantto get out of this comfy bed. Young-gi is about to come back with water for me and cuddle with me and that sounds like the perfect post-sex situation.
My stomach growls again. I want to ignore it, but I know it will only get worse, so I get up on shaky legs to follow Young-gi’s path to the kitchen.
“What was that you said earlier about breakfast?” I call after him, using the wall as support because my legs are wobbly and I’m still all fucked-out and blissful.
And sore, but in the best way.
“Come eat,” his voice echoes to me from the kitchen. “I knew you were hungry. You’re lucky I’m not making you hold soap for that, young man.”
I grin. I try to stop it, try to hold it in, but I can’t. I even stand in the hallway an extra second, giving myself time to pack that smiley shit away. But it stays.
Goddamn, I know he just dicked me down good, but did he actually fuck me stupid?!My body thrums with pleasurable aftershocks, making me think that yeah, maybe he did, and maybe I loved it.
Yeah, this smile isn’t going away.
“Tommy,” he calls, almost menacing. “Is there a reason you’re standing in the hallway? Come eat, or I’ll help you.”
I huff, giving in to the inevitable. Oh well. I guess new Tommy likes to smile. At least, for Young-gi.
