Adriel nodded. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, slid down his temples, disappeared into his hair.
Landen made a sound. Low. Wrecked. Like Adriel's words had hurt him somehow.
"Then let me," he said. "Let me show you. Let me be the one."
His hand moved faster. Harder. Perfect.
"You're so good," he breathed. "So good for me. Taking my touch so well. Making those sounds."
Adriel whimpered.
"Such agood boy."
The words hit him like lightning. Went straight to his cock, his chest, somewhere deep inside he hadn't known existed. His hips bucked, his back arched, a broken moan tore from his throat.
"Yeah," Landen breathed. "You like that. Like being told you're good."
Adriel couldn't answer. Couldn't speak. Could only hold on, fingers twisted in Landen's hair, as that perfect hand worked him closer and closer to the edge.
"I want you to cum for me," Landen whispered. His mouth found Adriel's throat, sucked a mark into the skin there. "Want to feel you come apart in my hand. Want to watch you."
Adriel shook his head. "I can't… it's too…"
"You can." Landen's lips brushed his jaw. "You will. Let go for me, baby."
His hips stuttered, his breath caught, his whole body tensed on the edge of something enormous.
Landen's mouth found his. Lips pressing, tongue sliding in, kissing him deep and desperate. His hand never stopped moving; faster, harder, perfect. And then he pulled back just enough to whisper against Adriel's lips:
"Cum for me baby."
His teeth caught Adriel's bottom lip. Bit down, just hard enough to sting.
Adriel came. It tore through him like a wave. His body arched off the bed, a cry ripping from his throat that was swallowed by Landen's mouth. His cock pulsed in Landen's grip, once, twice, again and again, cum spilling hot over Landen's fingers, over his own stomach, painting them both.
Landen kept stroking him through it, drawing it out, making it last. His tongue slid against Adriel's, lazy and satisfied, like he was tasting the sounds Adriel was making. His hand gentled as the waves subsided, became soft, soothing, until finally, finally, he let go.
Adriel lay there, gasping.
His body was boneless. Spent. Wrecked in the best possible way.
Landen pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark, full of something that looked terrifyingly like tenderness. His thumb came up, wiped a streak of cum from Adriel's stomach, brought it to his mouth. Licked it clean.
Adriel's cock twitched in interest despite having just spent itself completely.
"Beautiful." Landen murmured. "Every single part of you."
Adriel stared at him.
No one had ever looked at him like that. No one had ever touched him like that. No one had ever spoken to him like that.
He didn't know what to do with it.
The words sat in his chest, warm and strange and almost painful. They didn't fit. There was no room in him for something like this, no place prepared for the possibility that someone might mean it.
The aftershocks were still rolling through him. Small tremors that made his muscles twitch, made his breath catch, made his spent cock pulse weakly against his thigh. His body felt boneless, wrung out, like he'd been taken apart and put back together in a shape he didn't recognize.
He needed…
