My toes curl, and a heady groan crashes through me and breaks out of my mouth. My chest heaves, and my body curls around them,seeking more of them, knowing I was already so damn close before they came that it’s a handful of seconds before I will.
My fingers curl in their hair, pressure pooling in my spine, and my jaw drops as that delectable hand of theirs is back on my balls. The feel of their fingers playing with them, while their mouth swallows me down to the back of their throat, is too much.
“Fuck, pretty, gonna come,” I groan out, just before my body tenses and breaks loose.
I’m not going to pretend like the decadent moan of approval from Qiang when they swallow down my cum doesn’t do things to me. The way they sound like it’s the most intoxicating treat they could ever have.
They lean up, and our mouths meet in a heavy worship. Tongues caressing as our bodies relax against each other. Our little slice of heaven right here in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Qiang,” I breathe against their mouth.
Qiang reaches up and cups my face. “I love you so much, Marcus. I’ll never get over how fucking happy I am that you’re mine.”
“Always, pretty,” I remind them, and the moment reaches into my soul and flays me out in all the best ways. It’s all so much, but everything with Qiang has always been so much.
From the moment I met them, they rewrote the chemical makeup of my body and made it theirs. There was never an outcome where they didn’t exist within my soul. I’ll just never get over how fucking thankful I am that it was mutual, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives embracing and celebrating that.
The End
