Page 81 of The Intimacy of Finding You

Tobi sped up the pace, his skin smacking against mine in the most obscene way, our bodies dancing together to a song we’d never heard of but knew the beat of instinctively. Our souls had always known the chorus. We’d just never gotten to perform it.

He pressed his face into the side of my neck, moaning and panting just under my ear. His tears hit my shoulder as I leaned forward, pressing kisses to any part of his skin I could.

We were crying. Not because it was bad. Not because we were sad. Not because of anything other than the fact that we had won.

We had fought, and we had won, and we had each other.

I gasped into his skin, my mouth open around him as I met his thrusts over and over, feeling him thrust deeper and deeper. He used his arms to bend my knees further, changing his angle just fucking right. Every hit of my prostate drove me closer. Closer to a place I’d never been and would only get to go with him.

“Tobi, my cock. Touch my cock. Please. I need to come.”

He raked his teeth along my neck, whispering to me. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

He reached between us, stroking me in time with his quickening thrusts. I was so close. So fucking close.

I slid my hands down to his shoulders as he rose just enough to look down at me. “Come for me, Cal. Come for me, baby.”

My back arched up into him as I started to whimper and whine and yell his name, my hole clenching around him. I squeezed my eyes shut as he jerked me faster, letting out a deep, long moan of relief when I finally spilled all over his hand and onto our stomachs. White, blue, and red dotted my vision behind my eyelids as I panted, my body moving on its own as I rode the immediate aftershocks.

“Oh, goddamn, fuck.” Tobi planted his hands on either side of me, thrusting into me harder as his hips started to lose their rhythm.

I reached up, holding the back of his neck. “Come inside. Fill me. Take me. Please, Tobi, make me yours.”

His entire body tensed, and his hips barely moved through his final thrusts. I saw his chest stutter as his breath hitched and stopped entirely, his lips parting until he let go. He let go, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen. His glasses had gone crooked, and his head had dropped as he let out the deep moan that’d been stuck in his throat.

I could feel him. I could feel him pulsing inside me as he swiveled and jerked, riding his last wave of pleasure. His arms started trembling, and so did my legs, but we stayed like that for as long as we could.

And when we couldn’t, and Tobi had slowly pulled out, I could feel his cum dripping out of me and onto the bedsheets beneath us.

We panted together, lying on our backs beside each other. I stared at the ceiling as he grabbed my hand, holding it between us—right where our line used to be. The threshold we never dared to cross so freely in the past.

The heat kicked on, blowing over our hot, sweaty bodies, making it almost unbearably warm. I didn’t care, though. I turned onto my side, staring at my boyfriend, his neck shiny with sweat and tears.

He found my gaze, his chest rising and falling with each pant to catch his breath. The bed shook a little as he turned on his side, too, scooting closer and closer until we were almost touching noses. He whispered to me, his eyes glossing back over. “Thank you for finding me.”

“Oh, baby doll.” I wrapped my arm around his middle. “Not finding you was never an option.”

“Thank you for loving me.” He swiped my hair away from my forehead.

“I’ll love you until the end of time.”

“Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for meeting me where I was. Thank you for showing me what kind of life I’d been missing out on.”

I rubbed his lower back, swallowing past the growing lump in my throat. “I will always find you, Tobi.”

“No, baby.” He shook his head. “You’ll never have to search again. I promise.”

It was over.

It was done.

The cycle he’d claimed he’d never been able to escape. The pain he’d endured for so fucking long. The searching and begging and searching all over again.

The cycle was broken. Tobi was home. My brain was calm.

Like it was always meant to be.

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