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Needing to be good.
Especially if it means getting this man’s cock.
Or, in this instance, like… an inch of the man’s cock. Since he’s going so fucking slow.
“Travis,” Carter whines. “You’re being mean again.”
"I'm being nice," the asshole says with a smirk. "You didn't want it hard, remember?"
"Can't I have both?"
Something in Travis's expressions softens. "You can have anything you want, Carter."
Before Carter's brain can figure out a response to the words that seem to hold way more meaning than sexual preferences, Travis pulls nearly all the way out and slams back into him, setting a pace that gives Carter exactly what he was asking for.
"Oh god," Carter cries, all thoughts forgotten.
"That's it, sweet boy. Fuck. You always take my cock so well."
Carter shivers beneath the praise, hating how much he loves being good for this man. Thankfully, he isn't given much time to dwell on it. Travis knows his body too well. Within the first minute, he's aware that Carter isn't being fucked right. He mumbles something like, "Try this," and manhandles Carter until his ass is at a new angle. When he fucks into him again, Carter screams loud enough Travis has to hurriedly slap a hand over his mouth.
"There it is," he says with a grin, keeping his hand over Carter's mouth. "That feel good?" Carter obviously can't answer, so he nods instead. Tears start to well up in his eyes from just how good it is, his toes curling and his body shuddering as Travis unleashes everything he has on him. Each snap of his hips is brutal, his rhythm punishing, and all Carter can do is take it as Travis keeps his body pinned in place.
All of his precious doubts are erased as Travis fuck him hard enough to have his vision blurring around the edges. Carter can definitely still have sex.
When he feels himself getting close to the edge, he pulls at Travis's hand on his mouth to warn him. Well, he means to warn him, but old habits die hard, so he ends up asking for permission instead. "Please, can - can I come?"
Travis's eyes flash. Then he smirks. "No."
The single word seems to suck the air from the room.
It's a line drawn in the sand, and if Travis's stuttered movements are any indication, he's aware of it. He keeps his gaze locked on Carter, clearly waiting. His hips barely move. His hands grip Carter's body a little too tight.
Will Carter obey or go against him?
He's not the boss of Carter anymore.
He's not anything to Carter. Not really.
But this is their one last time being together, and Carter wants it all.
"Please," he begs, canting his hips to try and encourage the man to fuck him again. "Please let me."
Travis releases a breath that seems to take a hell of a lot of weight off his shoulders. Then he says, "I said no," and begins to fuck Carter harder than he's ever fucked him before.
Everything blurs.
Words are said, things like, "So fucking good," and, "Take it," and, "Good boy." Lips are pressed against all sorts of places. Little bites settle into his skin. Hands grip him tight enough to bruise. His prostate is so damn sensitive it almost hurts. He begs until his voice breaks. Until tears roll down his cheeks. Until he feels completely owned by the man inside him.
It feels like Carter's whole body is buzzing, like he's about to be transported to another fucking plane of existence, when he finally hears the magic words. "Come for me."
He doesn't even have time to think about it. His back arches automatically, his muscles spasming, and he comes so hard he forgets how to breathe.
When Carter finally gasps in air, he realizes Travis has gone still inside him, the man just barely rotating his hips as he fucks his cum into Carter's hole.
Carter grins, feeling extremely sated and happy as Travis presses a kiss to his temple.
But then Travis whispers, "You okay?"
