Page 53 of The Prodigal Son

The sounds I’m making aren’t quite moans. They’re more like whimpering cries, and judging by the euphoria on his face, he likes it. It feels amazing and I don’t want it to stop, but it’s not quite enough pressure or friction to make me come. And for once, that’s okay. I could stay like this forever. Caught up in a wave of passion with him.

There’s nothing outside this door. No fans or careers or families or pressure. It’s just us.

Jensen kisses me again, this time trailing his lips down my jaw to my neck, and I cling to him for dear life. I wish I could live here in this moment forever.

At any moment, I expect him to ask to fuck me, and at this point, I would let him. I did want to wait. But I’m so caught up in him that I’ll say yes if he asks.

But he doesn’t. He seems just as content as me to explore this passion just outside of full-blown sex.

Reaching down, he wraps a hand around us both together and strokes.

“Unh,” I groan. “Harder.”

Jensen leans back onto his knees and gazes down at my rigid cock. Then he dives down to wrap his mouth around it, taking me by surprise as I let out a needy cry.

“Fuck!”

He moans around my shaft in response, coating it with saliva. He’s teasing me on purpose, taking me for a ride without letting it end. I’m tortured by the sensation.

After a few moments, when my dick is good and wet, he kneels again, lining them up and stroking them together.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I mumble, throwing my head back. Everything feels so good. The warmth of his hand. The weight of his balls against mine. The pressure from when he squeezes the head on every upstroke.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he says and jacks our dicks together.

“Please make me come,” I beg. “I’m ready.”

His stroking picks up speed. My legs are writhing with Jensen between them. I’m gripping tight to his other arm, waiting for the climax to pummel into me.

And when it does, I let out a strangled, drawn-out noise as I dig my head into the mattress. He makes a similar sound, and I feel him jolt and shudder against me.

A moment later, warm, wet spurts of cum land on my chest. There’s even some near my neck and collarbone.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, and I can only imagine it’s in appreciation of the mess on my body.

When my orgasm releases me from its grip, I glance down at the mess to see our cum mixed on my skin. There is some pooled in my belly button and mingled in my chest hair. It’s a hot fucking sight.

“Don’t move,” he mumbles as he sits upright. “I need to commit this image to memory forever.”

I laugh as my hands fall to the sides. I am wholly spent and sated.

“Go ahead,” I say, letting him stare at me, covered in sex.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter in my life.”

“That can’t be true,” I reply.

He drapes his body back over mine, squeezing the mess between us. Then he kisses my lips and looks into my eyes. “Theo,youare by far the hottest thing to me, and I think you always will be.”

My smile relaxes as I gaze back up at him, overcome by the intensity of his words and his tone. Words like always and forever normally make me panic and bolt, but hearing Jensen say them has me feeling almost…hopeful. It’s only been a week, and there’s no telling what the future holds for us, but for once, I’m not actually terrified of it.

Which might actually be the scariest thing of all.

Jensen opens the door for the large white tile shower for me, and I step in under the hot spray. As he steps in behind me, I sense him watching me with interest.

There’s a gravitational pull between us because I’m almost immediately falling into his arms the moment we both meet under the water. Pressing my cheek to his shoulder, I try to breathe and focus for a moment.

It’s a while before either of us moves or speaks.

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