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As much as I loved being the one in control, I had to admit, I was into this. I was into Ash using me and seeing how much pleasure he was getting from just small circles of his hips. I got to see every little twitch in his shaft, leaking onto my stomach while he chased his high.

“Oh God,” Ash shuddered, clawing at my stomach with the hand supporting all his weight, his hips rolling faster. I sat up quickly, wrapping an arm around his back and helping guide him against me, adding a little more closeness we’d been missing. “I’m…fuck.”

“Shh,” I hushed, guiding his hips a little more to keep it consistent for him while I fought off the pressure in my stomach. “Don’t chase it, baby– let it come,” I breathed, dropping my head to his chest– I couldn’t look at him and not cum.

Ash was hot on top of me.

His moans started turning to desperate whimpers, his nails digging into my shoulders…and I just couldn't do it anymore.

It felt too good to have him back, and he was ticking every box–I needed him.

My body went stiff, guiding him down just a little harder and pushing myself over the edge. I let out a relieved groan into his skin, holding him close and rolling my hips under him to drag it out–it was otherworldly.

Maybe it was the build-up from him warming me all night, or maybe the emotional tension–more likely, it was just Ash.

“Yes,” Ash moaned, hugging me tighter and finally giving in to himself.

His cock flexed between us, relief in every shot and every moan he let out until he was a calm, whimpering weight on my shoulder. “I love that feeling,” he breathed, rocking his hips again to let me know exactly what feeling he was talking about. “Warm.”

“I love you, Ash,” I said quietly, pulling his tired face up to steal as many kisses as I could.

Ash started giggling, taking each kiss to his skin and holding on to me happily, his hands tangling in my hair. The sound alone lit up the room again, the sun shining in and bathing him in light, making him feel ethereal.

“I love you, too,” Ash giggled, pulling my hair back softly and pressing his warm, tender lips to mine. “You’re stuck with me now, Thayer,” he teased.

Stuck?

That was the point.

Chapter 25

Ash

Four months later

Six months with Thayer, and I wanted them all.

Things weren’t perfect, of course, but we were only human. We had stumbles and mess-ups like anyone else–the difference for us was that, when it mattered, we came back to one another.

Every time.

We weren’t fixed overnight–it took a few weeks, where I wasn’t giving in as much to him. I wasn’t leaning on him so much, and I wasn’t relying on him for my stability, but after a while, he earned it back, slowly but surely. I wanted to give in–I missed the release I got from it, but it took me some time to trust him again.

At the end of the day, it was Thayer and me against the world.

And against other surfaces.

“Oh, fuck,” Thayer breathed, his fist tight in my hair as he thrust into my throat again, sliding right down. “I can’t even tell you how good this is, baby–fuck.”

Thayer loved using my throat, and honestly, I did too.

It was oddly very grounding for me, especially when I was stressed about games or finals. We were starting Frozen Four tonight, so I was more stressed than usual, which led to Thayer asking how he could help…

He was used to getting me off before games anyway.

Just…you know…not usually in one of the training rooms.

It wasn’t like I was lying–my leg did hurt.