I want to tell him that I missed him too, but I’m busy, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
Okay, maybe soon because I want to fill him with my cock.
Leif thrusts up, chasing my touch, urging me to go deeper. I take as much of him as I can, wanting him to feel as good as possible.
“Want you in me—”
I lift off him immediately and shift my position so I can line up my cock. He smiles up at me.
“That was easy,” he says with a small laugh.
“I want to please you,” I say, stroking my cock.
His hand finds my arm and he squeezes gently.
“You always do. Now give me that fat cock of yours, Aliko.”
I press the tip of my cock to his hole and push forward. It takes a while to work myself inside him, even with the large amount of lubricant because of how turned on I am. We didn’t prep, so I still need to go slow. He begs me to go deeper, to just do it already.
But I won’t hurt him again, even if he’s asking for it.
Besides, I’ve always enjoyed when he begs.
He cries out when I finally get myself all the way inside him, his nails digging into me.
“Fuck me, Aliko. Now. Please.”
That, I can do.
Hard but slow, because I need this to last.
It’s never been one and done with us, but I just need to feel him like this as long as I can. I need him naked and mine, in complete bliss because of me.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere like a train slamming into my chest. I flood him with cum, so much it pours out and onto the couch. White bursts behind my eyes and my body trembles. When I open them again, Leif’s hand is around his softening cock, cum splattered along his chest.
I lean down to kiss him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Aliko.”
Epilogue
Aliko
Two Years Later…
I step up to the microphone, the energy in the arena potent. Thousands of eyes are on me, but I’m not nervous. Never nervous when I’m up here on stage, even when I’m not behind my drums.
“Sunrise” is the song I wrote for me and Leif. A song that sums up what we went through, and what we are. My love for him is brighter than it ever was before. Each day, it just grows.
It’s difficult to sing the song because I feel it too much. Right in my chest. Right in my heart. But it’s how I feel, and he should know. Every day, he should know how much I love him. And I want everyone else to know, too.
So I get up here and sing the song I wrote for the love of my life, the man who changed everything for me. The man who showed me what acceptance is.
It’s a slow song, haunting and emotional.
It took me only a few hours to write. The words came to me quickly. So quickly that I couldn’t keep up with my brain and what was on paper barely looked like words at all. But I figured it out. I made it work.
