He makes my whole body clench when he pulls the toy off my cock and I whimper, an embarrassing sound that I’ll regretlater…if I have any brain cells leftover. This just ruined me. I’m dead.
“Did you like that?” he asks me, his voice deep and sensual. Oh, my eyes are closed.
A dopey, exhausted smile lifts my face, but I legit can’t open my eyes.
“Best present ever,” I pant, meaning every word.
“Mm. Good. I think so too.”
And I’m too wiped out and overstimulated to laugh but I feel like I’m laughing on the inside, lit up with joy and excitement.
We lay there panting for a while, slowly coming down from the high of endorphins. I feel so warm and safe that my eyes slip shut and I hum contentedly. He pets my pack, my side, and I hum again.
I don’t want to fall asleep, I have shit to talk to him about, so I peel my eyes open with great effort.
And the first thing I see is the discarded Fleshlight a few feet away, leaking cum on the bed.
It’s shaped like a mouth.
“Young-gi,” I ask slowly, feeling kinda stupid, but also like I’m definitely right about this.
“Hm?”
“Is that Fleshlight a mouth because of what I told you about? About how I have trouble with, you know?” I feel like sinking into a hole and disappearing because of course I’m probably wrong, but at the same time, he’s a crafty motherfucker and he’s already proven to be hypnotizing me to sleep so I wouldn’t put it past him.
“So what if it is?” he asks, husky and threatening.
I shiver, and a river of satisfaction and thrill goes through me. I feel like I’m looking at the black gift bag all over again. Like I’m gettinganothergift on top of the gift, or like, a gift inside the gift. Like it had more than one purpose. To make me happy, to makeme cum, but to also like, condition me to get over my issues with him.
“Sneaky son of a bitch,” I mutter. He pulls me to him with his arm around my waist and nips at the back of my neck, and my shoulder. I reach up and over to sink my fingers in his messy hair. I turn my head and–
And we kiss.
Just to kiss. Not to get to sex, not because I’m high. Just because we like it.
I moan into his mouth and feel him grin, so I growl at him just to make sure he knows I don’t appreciate his amusement at my expense. He makes a teasing little sound back and then I get too distracted to retaliate because he’s such a good goddamn kisser.
When he pulls away to let me breathe, I legit forgot what I was supposed to talk to him about.
Oh wait.
“Kira,” I roll to face him. “We’re done.”
His focus sharpens and he gives me his business face, his brick-wall stare, but he links our fingers together. “How so?”
“Brian got a photo of her and Janessa together and the fundraiser. We kind of made it seem like she and I were in an open relationship and now she’s with Janessa full-time. She’s going to like, dump me I guess? Or maybe she did. But our ruse is up. At least, that part of it. I’m still not Tommy Claremont but–”
“Sokolov,” he interrupts. “You’re Tommy Sokolov. I already told you that.”
“Well,” I gulp, my voice way too tight. “You know, I figured you meant, because like, I was her fiancé so–”
“Because I say so.” His rumble is deep and undeniable so I just nod.
“Okay. But she said, you know, that you and I could, I mean if you wanted to, whenever is best for you I guess, like, if we wanted to–”
Shit, I sound like Joshy.
The thought spurs annoyance and I scowl at his impassive face. “So do you wanna be my boyfriend or not?”
