Page 88 of Squad Ghouls

“Yes, please.” Owain wiggled in my lap excitedly, and now that the imminent threat and emotional outbursts were done, my dick was fully back on track.

I typed out a message as fast as I could.

Ryan

Could you please find out more about this?

I attached a screenshot of the app’s page on the subject and then waited. The reply came just a second later.

Theo

He likes that you said please. And now I have homework.

I showed the text to Owain and before I could even process what was happening I had a mouthful of tongue and a hand creeping under my pyjamas.

“You,” he said between kisses, “are the best!”

“And you,” I said, gripping his wrist with my hand even though my cock was fully up for whatever he had in mind, “are still hurt.”

He didn’t much appreciate me stopping it. Neither of them did, to be fair. Owain pouted and my dick twitched in protest. I flipped Owain until he was flat on his back and I was on top of him.

“I’m not that hurt,” he said. “My throat is a bit achy and I’m tired, but other than that, I’m fine.”

“A bit achy, he says,” I teased him, running my finger over the dark bruise on his neck. “This isn’t a bit, love.”

“Nothing a few kisses won’t fix.” He winked, pulling one knee up until it brushed against my erection. I shook my head but made no effort to move away.

“Minx,” I said but he was winning. He’d teamed up with my cock against my very sane, very responsible attempts to just get him to rest. He rubbed his knee firmly against me and I growled, head dropping between my shoulders. “You’re not giving up on this, are you?”

“I was hurt,” he said, eyes going wide and pleading. “I need some love to help me heal.”

And call my dick Florence fucking Nightingale, but I couldn’t say no to that. I leaned down and claimed his lips in a kiss that was gentle enough not to hurt him but firm enough to let him know he was so, so wanted.

I snuck my tongue between his lips and ran my hand down his side and over his hip until I could clutch his thigh and pull it around my waist. He rolled his hips up, hard and hot against me.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, love,” I said, barely breaking the kiss. I was tasting him with each word. “You’ll lie very, very still. And I’ll kiss you, and touch you, and make you feel so, so, so good. How does that sound?”

He moaned, throwing his head back and letting me trail kisses over the angry-looking bruises. They served as reminders of how close I’d come to losing him. How helpless I’d been watching as the thing tried to take him away.

“Ryan?” he whispered when my kisses turned desperate, but I had no words to give him.

I glued my lips to his pulse point, absorbing each erratic beat as if I could collect enough of them to stash for later. So if anything happened to him again I could just push them back into his body and make him live.

I could feel myself pushing closer to him, holding him tighter. I slipped my hands between us and reached for his shorts, the soft mesh fabric giving easily under the pressure of my tugging. I untied the little bow he had sitting just under his bellybutton and pushed the shorts down past his knees, letting him kick them off.

I kissed my way down his body, relishing the warmth of it, every single tremble and moan just proving to me that he was here. He was alive. He was mine.

I shifted until I was on my stomach with my head between his legs. I tugged his thighs over my shoulders and spread him open for me like a feast.

He pushed his fingers into my hair and clutched, thighs tensing against my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes and found them dark with desire, trusting me to keep him safe even when he was so vulnerable in front of me.

I lowered my head, and with a final kiss to the crease of his hip, I swallowed him down. No warning, no warm-up.

I allowed my intrusive thoughts to win. I consumed him, wanting to keep him inside me in whatever way I could think of.

He bowed off the bed, thrusting deeper into my mouth. I pulled back, swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before diving back in until my nose touched his skin. He planted his feet on my back, looking for leverage as he thrust up softly, slowly.

“Ryan!” He keened when I hummed around him, sending vibrations through his cock.