Pressing my forehead against the nape of his neck, I thrust a little faster. My eyes sting, and I try to convince myself it’s from sweat. When he lifts his head, I lift mine, and our gazes lock again when he twists back to look at me.
“You’ve officially ruined me, little menace.”
Fuck.
He ruined me years ago. All I’ve ever wanted since then is to ruin him too.
I slam my mouth to his, kissing him messy and awkward because of the angle, but I don’t give a fuck. We’re finally where we were always destined to be, completing each other.Whole.
“You’re mine, Reese,” I tell him between heavy, broken breaths, touching my forehead to his. “You always have been. Tell me I get to keep you.”
“I’m yours, Cason.”
His body goes taut beneath me, his hole clenching around my cock, and I think he’s close.
“I’m yours like you’re mine. We can ruin each other forever.”
Then my climax hits, and the world dissolves into color.
Reese’s ass throbs around my dick, and I flood him with my cum while static bursts behind my eyes in flashes of neon green and electric gold and ultraviolet, like someone overexposed the inside of my skull. For a few brutal, raw seconds, I stop being a person and become color.
If this is a sensation I picked up in the afterlife, one that will still come back to me in moments like this, I think it was worthdying just for that.
It’s too much, too bright, too intense.
And I still chase every second of it until it’s gone.
When it ends, colors still ghost across my vision like the afterimage of a camera flash. Reese shifts, and I move my arms to wrap around his stomach before he can move away, my body reacting before my brain can even process the possibility of space between us.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, but it’s long enough for both of us to mostly catch our breath. My cock is soft inside him, his back warm against my chest, skin damp beneath my hands. The shadows are still in my ass like they refuse to leave too. I bury my face between his shoulder blades and close my eyes hard enough to hurt.
“Cason,” he murmurs gently.
I shake my head against his back.
No. Absolutely fucking not.
I’m comfortable right here pretending I’m not currently having the emotional equivalent of a dark web blackout.
His hand slides over mine where they’re locked around him. “You have to let go a little.”
“No,” I mumble into his skin.
A quiet huff of amusement leaves him. “So we’ll just stay like this then?”
“I’m never letting you go ever again.”
The words come out muffled and embarrassingly sincere and desperate. Which means I immediately want to die. Or maybe fake my own death. Either works.
Reese’s shoulders rise and fall with a low laugh, but there’s something tight beneath it, something emotional enough that it makes my chest ache even worse.
“Little menace,” he says softly.
I groan. “Don’t nickname me while I’m vulnerable.”
“You’re always vulnerable.”
“That’s rude.”
