lower, and then stayed there and pushed harder, wanting more. He leaned back, and his gland reacted to the new angle, shooting tendrils of warmth into his belly, and he shouted. He was making love. With Travis. They’d be together forever. There’d be more passion, long nights spent wrapped in each other, more heats, and one day soon, he’d feel Travis breed him again. Love. Glorious and imperfect, all-consuming love.
With an exhilarated cry, he sank all the way down, impaled as deep as he could be, and he panted. He was aroused to the extreme, his erection twitching, and Travis trembled underneath him.
“Micah, I can’t hold it. I can’t.”
Opening his eyes and pinning his gaze on Travis’s face, Micah rolled his hips once, only once, and Travis shattered. Travis’s lips curled with a snarl, his nostrils flared, and his eyes squeezed shut. The release slammed into him, held him hostage for a few seconds, and then his features went slack with euphoria. Micah took a moment to look his fill. So gorgeous. Breathtaking.
He grabbed his dick and stroked, bouncing up and down on Travis’s lurching cock. Travis shuddered, still orgasming, spilling his cum into Micah, and Micah was so full, taken and devoured, yet he held all the power.
His body softened with blissful anticipation, and Micah felt wide open, his ass loose. Wow, he could fuck himself harder. He moved carelessly, Travis’s cock stirring his gut, and the joy it brought him was glorious. With the next few thrusts, the fat dick inside him ignited a red-hot blaze of acute need. Crying out, he dropped down, and the fullness doused his aching hole with devastating pleasure. The orgasm exploded from his gland to his balls and out of his dick, and he sprayed cum all over Travis’s stomach and chest like a fucking geyser.
While Micah was still tingling all over, Travis grabbed him and rolled them, pinning him underneath his body. Rocking his hips, he gently kissed Micah’s parted lips. The spinning stilled, the world slowed around them, and Micah melted with the tenderness. Travis’s soft kisses were a stunning contradiction to the violent intrusion in Micah’s ass.
A warm hand cupped Micah’s sweaty cheek. Travis looked into his eyes, and Micah struggled to keep them open as Travis fucked him through a string of aftershocks, slower and slower, until he stilled completely, nestled to the hilt in Micah’s ass. Micah clenched his internal muscles and savored the fullness for a moment longer. The hard flesh throbbed inside him. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
Micah might have been the one who’d been taken. Devoured, really. But it was Travis who gave his all, helpless and vulnerable, waiting for Micah to save him or crush him. It was written in the small wrinkles around Travis’s eyes, in the soft curve of his mouth, in the shallow dimple on his cheek. He adored Micah, and the strength of his love was humbling, even scary to witness. Yet Micah was ready now. He’d take it and treasure it. He’d keep it safe.
“I love you, Travis. I do.”
Travis nuzzled his face.
“I never had to pretend,” Micah said. “I’ve always felt it. Since the very first time you came inside me.”
Another kiss and Micah lifted his ass to draw more sensations from their connection. Travis understood and circled his hips, and Micah hummed with satisfaction.
“I love you, Micah,” Travis murmured.
He repeated the words many times that night.
Autumn came early in the mountains. The winds grew chilly and insistent already at the end of August. The birches were first to gain color, smattering the ground with spots of yellow and orange.
Micah sensed something was ending with the summer. The comfortable bubble he and Travis had occupied for the past couple of months was about to burst. Sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to the raindrops spatter on the windowsill, Micah stared at the open backpack on the floor. His clothes lay neatly folded on the bed, ready to be stuffed inside. Travis had bought him two more bags for the things Micah’s father had sent. Yet he wasn’t going back there. His father’s house wasn’t his home anymore. He’d give up the apartment on campus too. He was going to live with Travis. They didn’t even talk about it much. Just a simple “You’re coming with me” from Travis, and Micah’s equally short reply, “Of course.” Therefore, Micah didn’t feel too anxious about returning to the city. Whatever came his way, he wouldn’t face it alone.
The door