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“Get to it.”
Ishir was dizzy as he stumbled to his feet, already behind his bedroom door by the time he realised he’d forgotten the rest of the toys.
He lay on his bed, trying to calm his body, but it was a jar full of sparks, flashing and blinding and burning him.
Had this existed between them in Juniors? Ishir tried to think. He remembered after he’d told Zee about the fact that he was gay, Zee had stopped trying to hook him up with Omegas. He still watched him at parties, though, or when a teammate invited people over to their hotel room during an away game.
Ishir was much more willing to open up now, but back then, he’d mostly stuck to people he knew, or would meet one new person and talk to them all night.
Zee would always check up on him, no matter what he was doing. One time, he was talking to a pretty Alpha—Ishir had no idea if she was gay too or if she had just been making conversation—but he’d been having a good time. He’d been relaxed, a warm beer in hand but not drinking enough to get sloppy.
Zee had come over and…not quite interrupted them, but certainly joined the conversation. Zee had talked Ishir up, how good he was on the ice, how much weight he’d put on during the summer, how much he could lift. All the while, he’d kept an arm over his shoulders, sitting pressed to his side.
Ishir hadn’t thought much of it. He’d been grateful for how attentive Zee was, how his friend never abandoned or left him behind.
Now, Ishir couldn’t help but see it from a different light—possessive instead of just friendly.
The thought made Ishir burn. Made it easy to strip his clothes off and wrap a loose hand around his dick.
He closed his eyes and let sensation overwhelm him.
It had been a while since he took itthatslow. By the time half an hour had passed, Ishir had chewed his lip raw, sweat covering his chest, thighs shaking from holding off.
Wetting his fingers and slipping them into himself was hardly a relief. Even filled he felt hollow, desperate, hips stuttering for more.
The first press of the toy was heavenly. The stretch, the ache. It wasn’t long until the pleasure turned to madness as he had to stop again, and again, and again.
He ended up on his knees, face buried in the mattress, fucking himself as hard as he could, brushing his hand against his dark, aching cock for just a bit of relief. It was torture, though. He couldn’t stop making noise, long thready whines and babbling pleas into the sheets. His arm was so sore it hurt to go on, but he couldn’t stop, shaking all over.
He needed to come so bad…but he had to be good for Zee even more.
Fifteen.Ishir sobbed as he edged himself for a final time. For a wild moment, he wanted to call out to Zee. Wanted to get his permission face-to-face. For Zee to pet his hair and tell him he’d done well, that he was good, that he could let go.
But Zee had already told him he could come. Ishir had done everything he had asked. He was allowed to let go.
He thrust the toy as deep as he could, stroking his cock tight and uncoordinated, the tension building like a razor-sharp wire inside him, tighter and tighter until it was too much.
The pleasure inside him burst. It rolled in a wave, sweeping the knees from under him. A hoarse shot was ripped from his throat, his body a trembling, giving thing, lost in the wash of pleasure.
He groaned as he crumpled onto the mattress, twitching at the feeling of his sensitive, spent cock on the sheets.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he mumbled.
He had been emptied of everything bad. He was a bag full of feathers, a cup full of foam.
He managed to roll onto his back with a grunt, reaching for his phone blindly.Done, he sent, and then cast the device aside. He managed to put his briefs on before closing his eyes and slipping into an exhausted trance.
A knock on the door startled him. “Come in,” he croaked, and there was Zee, standing over him like a judging god.
Ishir realised the room had to stink like sex. LikeAlpha.
Zee didn’t seem to mind.
“You cleaned up,” he accused, frowning at Ishir’s sweaty front. There was a little come on his chest from where he had landed on the bed, but not much.
“I…I was facedown,” Ishir explained.
The frown cleared from Zee’s face, replaced by something that looked a hell of a lot like want. “Oh. Okay. Yeah.” They stared at each other. “You did good.”
