like he’s done. It’s love. It must be. I love him.
When Travis’s cock swelled, Micah pushed down, impaling himself as much as he could. The knot stretched his insides, but Micah’s body molded around it with a sigh of satisfaction while Travis’s cum calmed his spasming womb.
He sat still for a while and just breathed, eyes closed, committing every sensation to memory. When he peered down, his gaze locked with Travis’s. The usual fatigue crept up on him, but he didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to savor every second. Travis lifted his hand to Micah’s cheek.
“I don’t want it to end,” Micah whispered.
Travis rose on his elbows, and Micah bent down and met him for a kiss. The way they were locked together, Travis’s knot against Micah’s gland, his cockhead in Micah’s womb, every small movement sent Micah flying again. The kiss turned into a gasp.
“Stay, Micah. Stay with me,” Travis murmured against Micah’s parted lips, a soft plea. And there it was. The fear.
Don’t be scared. I love you, Travis.
Right now, Micah was ready to promise Travis anything. Knotted, Travis’s cum in his core, Micah was willing to marry Travis, bear his children, and worship the ground he walked on until the end of time.
Would Micah still be in love when the heat was over?
He didn’t reply to Travis’s plea. Instead, he kissed Travis back and circled his hips, setting off another orgasm, a slow, simmering one. His hole rippling around the knot, he let the pleasure spread again, determined to make Travis come one last time.
“You’re so hungry tonight, Micah. Your womb is holding on to me. It loves sucking my cock.”
“More!”
Oh yes. Talk. Talk, Travis. Tell me how it feels. Say all the dirty things, make me burn with shame.
“You need more of my cum, my little monster? You’re still coming. God, you’re perfect. Keep coming, darling. I’ll give you more.”
Cold heat and electric vibrations ran up his spine, and Micah’s voice gave out.
“There you are, my depraved nympho. You’re gorgeous like this, rutting on my knot, mewling like a beast. You’re going to miss my cum, sweetheart. You’re going to dream about it, long for my big dick tearing up your womb. It’s still there. I’m as deep as I’ve ever been. Feel it, Micah. You’ll remember it forever. Will you miss my cock?”
“I’ll miss your cock. Love it… Love.”
“Micah, darling…”
“I’ll miss you, Travis. I love you.”
Travis’s rough hands clutched Micah’s hips, and Micah shouted when the knot in his core pulsed with another peak.
Spots of color appeared in front of his eyes, and the orgasm became an inferno.
He lost the awareness of self.
When he regained the use of his senses, he was knotted, and Travis had already pulled out of his core. He should have been sleepy and content, but something wasn’t right. Micah whined with discomfort. The tingles of pleasure turned into stinging. His arms prickled, his lips and tongue too, and raw fear squeezed his throat.
“Travis?” he gasped, unable to explain. It felt like he was losing sensation in his limbs.
Travis wrapped his arms around him, and he was cuddled in the firm embrace, but for some reason, Travis’s hand covered Micah’s mouth.
“Shh, my love. Calm your breathing. The numbness in your arms means you have a low level of carbon dioxide in your blood. It’ll pass soon. Breathe with me, slowly.”
The panic abated, and Micah tried to match his breathing to Travis’s.
“My crazy little beast, you orgasmed so hard for so long you hyperventilated.”
The clasp on his mouth became a gentle caress, and then Travis’s fingertips traced the curve of his lips.
“Better?”
“Yeah. Still a little numb.”
“It’ll go away in a minute.”
Travis smiled gently and kissed him. Micah opened his tingling mouth, trying to meet Travis’s tongue. His eyes fell shut, and his muscles grew heavy now that the prickling sensation receded.
“Micah,” Travis whispered against his lips. “You’re perfect. I didn’t know such pleasure was even possible before you let me inside you. My beautiful miracle.”
More kisses, softer, and Micah didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to feel and savor every caress. Tender brushes on his jaw, his eyebrows, his nose.
“Sleep, my love. I’m here, inside you. Sleep, darling, rest.”
Butterfly kisses on his nose, on the corner of his mouth. Travis’s fingers skimmed over his collarbones. Micah drifted off into soft, lukewarm darkness, safe and cherished.
Thirteen
Travis
He’d told Micah to rest, yet he was wide awake himself. He wouldn’t let sleep steal what could be one of the last hours he’d spend joined