Page 24 of Disarm
Satisfied with his answer, I line my cock up and push into him slowly, feeling his tight heat glide over all seven of the barbells. Caleb gasps, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing me to slide deeper.
“That’s it. Let me in, baby.” I start to move, my hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through both of us.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, my voice strained. “So tight and warm.”
Caleb moans, his hands gripping the sheets, his body arching to meet each stroke. But he’s still slightly tense, holding back, and I can’t have that. Caleb needs to let go and let me take care of him.
“No-no, why’d you stop p-please... I n-need it, I need it so bad.” Caleb looks back at me, his eyes glistening, andfuck, he looks so fucking perfect.
All fucking mine.
“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you need, pretty boy? You know I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use that pretty mouth of yours. Come on, baby. Use your words for me. Tell your big—” I thrust into him, hard, making him whimper. “—brother what he needs to give you.”
“I need to feel you come inside me.” He pants, “Fill me up, Miguel.”
Caleb sounds so pretty when he’s all worked up and begging for my cum. My goal in life is to always make him feel good and feel wanted. Increasing my pace, my hips slam into his ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room.
Breathless moans fracture into cries of pleasure. His back bends, fingers clawing into the mattress as his muscles clamp down around me.
“Come for me, baby,” I grunt, my own release threatening to overwhelm me. But I refuse to come until he does. “Let me feel you. Fall apart for me—I promise I’ll put you back together.”
With a final, deep thrust, a ragged sound tears from his throat as his body locks up. Caleb breaks for me, making a mess of the sheets. The way he tightens around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow, my own release pulling me under.
I slump gently over him, still buried deep inside him. My body is slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. I press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“You okay, baby?”
Caleb nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “More than okay,” he whispers, his fingers skimming my jaw. “I’m perfect.”
Hey, he actually said it. Called himself perfect. Filing that away as a win.
I chuckle softly, pulling out slowly and lying on the bed next to him. “There is nothing that could ever compare to the way it feels being inside you. Fucking heaven.” I reach over to the nightstand, grab wipes, and begin to clean him up. Caleb sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed as I take care of him before cleaning myself up and pulling on my underwear. “You want anything?” I ask, my voice low. I stand, then retrieve his underwear, setting them on the bed next to him.
Caleb’s eyes open, and he looks at me with so much love it breaks my heart because I realize he trusts me with all of it. He feels safe here. With me.
“I need some water and maybe… a snack,” he admits with a shy smile.
Grinning, I lean over and kiss him. “Coming right up,” I head down the hall to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and put together a small plate of fruit.
By the time I get back, Caleb is propped up on one elbow, watching me.
“Here you go,” I say, opening the water and handing it to him, then setting the plate on the bedside table. “Eat up.”
Caleb takes a sip of water and reaches for a slice of mango, his eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you,” he says, “for everything.”
I sit down beside him, pulling him into my arms. “Anytime, baby.”
We stay like that, just holding each other, because nothing else matters.
Eventually, I pull back, my hand cupping his cheek. “You want to shower now or in the morning?” I ask, my thumb brushing gently over his skin.
Caleb settles against me, a yawn slipping out. “Morning,” he murmurs, his eyes already drifting closed. “I just want to sleep with you.”
I smile, climbing over him to my spot on the bed, grabbing the comforter, and pulling it over us. “You got it,” I whisper, kissing his temple. “I’ve got you, Caleb.”
He snuggles closer, his breath evening out as he drifts off to sleep. I hold him tight, my heart full, knowing that this moment, right here, is everything I’ve ever needed.
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