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“Fuck me harder.”
Chris stopped moving, a coy smile on his face. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“And if it hurts?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Chris kissed his chin. “Good boy. I’m going to ask you another question.” He pushed his cock a little deeper and moved his face above Anthony’s. “Are you mine?”
There was no inner debate, no storm of thoughts fighting to find the right answer. Although Anthony worried about releasing such words into the world, he ended up saying, “Yes. I’m yours.”
Chris gave a quick nod of acknowledgment before resuming fucking with force. His hands went everywhere, groping and squeezing every piece of skin that he could reach. Anthony welcomed the pain that came with the pleasure because it was his own body that was making Chris lose his mind.
A minute later, Chris's body went stiff, and a deep moan escaped his throat straight into Anthony’s neck. Warm wetness filled Anthony’s asshole, unmistakably Chris’s sperm. Not long ago, he wished for this to be over and done with, but now he felt a devastating sense of loss.
Chris raised his head, face flushed and beautiful. He opened his mouth to speak but gave up and rested his head on Anthony’s chest. They lay there for a while, and Anthony hesitantly placed his hands on Chris’s back. When there was no objection, he proceeded to wrap his arms around Chris and held him tight.
Still panting, Chris said, “You’re such a romantic.”
“Am I not allowed?”
“You’re allowed when it’s appropriate. Now it’s fine.”
“How will I know when it’s appropriate?”
“You won’t know. You’ll have to feel it. We’ll learn how to read one another.”
They were talking about the future, so it didn’t really matter what was being said, as long as there was a future for them to discuss.
This sense of peace lasted for a few wonderful moments, then Chris yawned and pushed himself up. “It’s getting late.” He looked down at Anthony. “I can fuck you all over again with how sexy you look.” His eyes moved lower, stopping at Anthony’s crotch. “You must be dying to shoot. Go stand with your back to the closet.”
The subtle command in Chris’s voice caught Anthony by surprise, but it didn’t take more than five seconds for him to follow that order.
Chris got up as well, his movements dripping confidence as he took a step toward Anthony. “Would you like to come?”
“Yes.”
Chris shook his head. “I want you to hold it in for a while. Can you do that for me?”
“How long are we talking here?”
Chris shook his head again. “Wrong answer.”
Face warm like a repented kid, Anthony hurried to say, “Yes, I can hold it in.”
“That’s better. Wait here, I’m gonna grab my phone and take some photos.”
“What?”
“Relax, I won’t post them on Facebook.”
“But—”
Chris was already out of the room, leaving Anthony with an unsteady pulse and a growing dread at the pit of his stomach.This is bad.
Chris came back with his phone.
