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Jesse shook his head. “No, all good. All, ah…” Words escaped Jesse as Emory pushed the plug deeper. “My Christ,” Jesse breathed, trying to push back. “More.”
Emory drew the plug out. Jesse swore and Emory smiled against his neck then pushed it all the way in. Jesse cried out and flung his head back. His sated cock began to throb.
“There?” Emory said, rolling the plug inside him. Jesse yelled out some nonsense he didn’t even hear as sparks flickering across his vision. “Good to know,” Emory said, rolling it again and pushing deeper, stretching and probing. Jesse swore and cursed as his body trembled and gave way to the toy. The invasion burned, delicious and fulfilling. Jesse panted, blood again pooling in his groin, then Emory withdrew the toy. Jesse whined in protest.
“Oh, it’s not over,” Emory said huskily in his ear, lying between Jesse’s legs. “Are we ready?”
“Yes,” Jesse begged. “Emory, please.”
“All in good time,” Emory whispered against his mouth. “I was quite rough with you last night,” he said, rubbing the tip of his swollen cock against Jesse’s entrance, making him jerk against the ropes. “So we can stop here…or we can go slow.”
“I want it hard,” he said through clenched teeth.
Emory shook his head, running his hand down Jesse’s thigh and tucking his fingers under his knee. “Not on the list of options, Jesse.”
“Fuck,” he swore as Emory crooked his knee and moved his leg outward, thrusting lazily against him. Jesse’s desire spiked. His oversensitive cock pulsed. “Go slow then.”
“Mmm.” Emory nuzzled the hollow under his jaw. Then, so slow Jesse almost screamed, Emory pushed the head of his cock inside. Blooms of pain radiated up Jesse’s body. He sucked air between his teeth. Emory held still, but Jesse could feel the tension in his body, the hot breaths against his neck.
“Shambles?” Emory’s voice was husky.
Jesse shook his head, let out a long breath, drew another and made himself relax. “I’m good.”
Emory pushed farther in, and Jesse groaned, loud. The stretch was both amazing and frightening in its intensity. He’d never been so full in his life, not even the night before. Face-to-face it was like Emory was reaching parts of Jesse he didn’t even know he had.
It must have taken several minutes for him to slide fully in. He held himself there, panting against Jesse’s skin. Then he raised his head and looked into Jesse’s face. His pale skin was ruddy. His red lips were parted and wet. His eyes burned like boiling water.
“Jesse,” he breathed, and his voice sounded different—raw, dangerous. “My God…”
“Move, please,” Jesse panted.
Emory plundered Jesse’s mouth with his tongue and pulled out halfway. Jesse cried into his mouth then Emory slid back in again, slow as ocean ice. Jesse made more noises, begging without words. Emory withdrew, farther this time, then pressed back in again—and again, and again. He never gained speed, but with each slow thrust, he lit a deeper, darker fire in Jesse’s body.
Jesse’s cock was hard again. His skin was burning. He drew in desperate breaths between Emory’s deep, searching kisses and wondered if his body really could take this without imploding.
Emory broke the kiss with a growl and pressed his forehead to Jesse’s as he rocked slowly in again. “I’m close,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “I’m close, Jesse.”
Jesse couldn’t speak. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and cried silently as the sensations swelled in him. Emory lifted Jesse’s knee higher and thrust deeper. Emory’s body tensed. His powerful thighs hardened, and he groaned, long and low, as liquid heat flooded Jesse’s body. Finally, he grasped Jesse’s aching, swollen cock.
Jesse didn’t think there was anything left to allow him to orgasm again, but he did—and it was seismic. He heard himself make a noise as if from a great distance. His body melted into a rush of electricity, without beginning or end.
Jesse’s focus returned as Emory untied the rope. The burn in his shoulders and arms was beautiful, complimenting the other sensations like cream in coffee. Emory kissed his shoulder, his elbow, his palm.
“Not hurting?”
Jesse shook his head, too breathless to speak. Emory moved off him and his cock slid out, leaving Jesse stretched and bereft. Jesse blinked, surprised to feel Emory trembling as he moved. He sank into the pillows and drew Jesse next to him. Jesse wrapped his arms around Emory’s torso. They rested together, their faces close, sweat and stickiness cooling on their bodies as their breathing slowed.
“Thank you, Jesse.”
Jesse blinked, not realizing he’d been drifting. “I think I should probably be thanking you.”
Emory shook his head. His face was serious. “You have to understand…” He was quiet for so long Jesse didn’t think he’d continue. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and his expression careful. “Dimity’s made me feel like a parent, but you’ve made me feel like a man. I thought that had been lost to me forever.”
Jesse shifted his head on the pillow to meet his lover’s eyes. “You’re not kidding, are you?” Emory shook his head. “Well, what can I say?” he continued, a little awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the emotion filling him. “Glad to be of service.”
Emory chuckled, planted a kiss on his nose and let out a deep, long sigh. They lay in sleepy, contented silence for a while then Emory traced theFade Awayon Jesse’s chest again.
“Is this a statement?” Emory murmured. “Or an instruction?”
