touches, stroking Micah’s skin gently more than massaging. Then he spooned Micah on the bed, and they fell asleep.
Micah woke Travis up early in the morning. It must have been around four or five. It was still dark. The delicious scent of his heat hung in the air, and Travis gulped it in, willing it to seep through his lungs into his heart and stay there forever. Micah stroked Travis’s cock and kissed the crown for a long time. It seemed he had discovered new pleasure in sucking Travis because he did it slowly with hums of contentment. Travis closed his eyes, savoring the blissful moments. Then they made love. No furious fucking, no dirty talk. Just tenderness. Micah straddled Travis’s hips and rocked on his cock for a while, and then they rolled so Travis was on top. They kissed all the time, and Micah met Travis’s thrusts, burrowing closer. Desperate for a deeper connection, for reassurance, Travis tried to reach Micah’s second entrance. He couldn’t find it. Micah’s womb was sealed again now that the heat was almost over. Micah wrapped his legs around Travis’s hips, hooked his feet together, and kept suckling on Travis’s tongue. When he came, setting Travis off too, Travis closed his eyes with a pang of sorrow.
It was the last time.
Hiding his face in Micah’s hair, he breathed in the intoxicating scent of Micah’s heat, trying to imprint it on his brain.
All the same, the knot lasted barely half an hour.
He was about to pull out of Micah to let him rest, but Micah grabbed his ass cheeks.
“Stay. Just for a minute longer.”
His soft cock tucked in Micah’s cum-filled hole, Travis fought back tears as he kissed Micah deeply.
Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave me.
Travis had been staring at Micah’s sleeping face for the past hour. Micah’s features changed subtly, indicating the exact second when he woke up, his eyelashes fluttering, puckered lips tightening. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Travis watching him. His beautifully curved, pouty mouth stretched into a gentle smile.
“Morning,” he mumbled.
My precious darling, please don’t leave me. Please stay. Travis silenced the panicked voice in his head. Now was not the time. “How do you feel?”
Micah wiggled and frowned.
“Strange. It aches. Sensitive.”
He wiggled some more and stretched his legs under the blanket.
“Ouch. Really sore. What the hell is that?”
Travis’s heart squeezed with longing. Micah’s heat had ended. He would go through a week of recovery. Then his body would return to normal, and he wouldn’t need Travis anymore.
“Seriously, it hurts.”
Running his fingers down Micah’s cheek, Travis sighed.
“Can I touch you, Micah? I want to make you feel better.”
Soon, Micah would shy away from any form of physical contact until he’d recovered, but not yet. Travis could still bring him pleasure, maybe one last time. Micah blinked, scanning Travis’s features, and Travis felt dangerously exposed, as if Micah saw deep inside his soul.
After a few seconds, Micah spoke. “Yes, of course. Touch me.”
Thank you, my love.
Reverently, Travis dragged the blanket off and opened Micah’s legs. He couldn’t help thinking the sight was incredibly beautiful, even though he understood Micah must be uncomfortable. His hole would slowly shrink back to normal, his skin regaining its flexibility, but the heat signs and the traces of their fucking were still evident.
Micah’s pucker was puffy, a tiny dark opening in the center. His hole couldn’t quite close, the inner muscles confused and strained after ten days of stretching. My poor darling. Overcome with tenderness, Travis settled between Micah’s legs and licked the sore, sensitive pucker. He didn’t press inside. He just kissed and lapped, made circles with the flat of his tongue.
“Yeah, Travis, that’s so good.”
Of course, it is. You still need me. The heat might be over, but you still need me.
He gripped Micah’s soft cock in his palm and stroked him to hardness while he licked Micah’s ass. It didn’t take long for Micah to arch and spill over Travis’s fingers. His hole quivered softly as he moaned luxuriously. Travis licked the cum from his fingers and Micah’s cock while Micah watched, panting. It tasted different, still delicious, just not as powerful as heat cum.
“I want you to come too,” Micah blurted.
Travis’s balls ached with need. “I’m close already. Can you hold yourself open for me?”
Micah gripped his legs under his knees and stared at Travis with hunger. Kneeling, Travis fisted his straining dick and stroked fast, cockhead aimed at Micah’s pink hole. When he spurted, his cum splashed over Micah’s taint