Page 71 of Sorry, We're Closed

“You’re my pretty boy.”

His words, mixing with his length slowly making its way into me, causes everything in my body to sear with heat, and I find myself lowering my body entirely onto him. The nipping pain of my first time slowly turns into pleasure as Avory gasps. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I settle onto his length, onto the warmth and stiffness which now sits inside me.

My thighs tremble around him and my body already appears weak as my hands catch me from falling face first into Avory. My hands grip the duvet either side of Avory’s chest as his hands fumble with where they want to grip. From tangling in my curls, to cupping my jaw and kissing me slowly and tenderly, to digging his painted nails into my waist as he holds me in place.

I slowly bring myself to grind on his cock, my length rubbing against the fabric of his hoodie hanging from my shoulders as I roll my hips back and forth. His member continues to rub and press against the same spot his fingers found, and this overwhelming pleasure drives me to grind faster.Faster. Avory’s moans fill the room as he praises and sings my name, and I have never felt so important in someone’s life before, and I find myself moaning and praising his name right back.

“F-fuck, ah, Avory, I’m so close.”

I continue to leave continuous trails of myself over Avory’s sculpted frame as everything begins to tighten within me.

“M-My pretty b-boy, you’re doing so fucking well, fuck, don’t s-stop.”

Avory’s back arches up ever so slightly as he begins to thrust up into me, gently, but only at first. My whimpers and moans turn into yelps and curses in a matter of moments as I find myself collapsing onto Avory’s being, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he continues. My lips and teeth find any of Avory’s skin that I can reach to kiss, lick, bite, and moan into as his breaths become quick and short, with beads of sweat forming on him, on myself, between us, and every one of my limbs turn weak, trembling with every movement.

“B-baby, please I’m so—”

My words are cut off not only by my own whimpers as my entire core tightens, but by Avory’s sheer strength as he rolls us over as one, his weight now falling on top of my petite frame as my back presses into the mattress, my legs clenching around his waist.

Avory pants, his face flushed and his hair sticking to his temples as he gazes down at me. As I try to form the words to tell him how utterly gorgeous he is, Avory’s lips press hard into mine, his tongue having no problem finding mine as he starts to thrust himself into me, slowly at first. Our kiss is full, messy, wet, but it is so overwhelmingly hot, each thrust of his causing a moan from the both of us to fill each other’s mouths.

Avory’s teeth find my bottom lip as his moans turn to whimpers, and mine begin to match his pitch and volume. His speed picks up suddenly as curses slip past his lips, his entire build tightening around me as his forehead presses against mine, and the overwhelming bliss he buries me in grows stronger.

A sudden heat builds within my core as Avory tips over the edge and releases himself inside me. He mutters my name with each of his final thrusts, the heat feeling like nothing I thought was even possible, and I have never felt so incredible, and it’s all because of him. Not only does the act itself cause a high to daze my mind but knowing that this is a life I want to lead, this is the life I have been denied for so long which is now mine, is a high that can never be beaten.

Avory slowly pulls himself out of my swollen and sensitive behind, and as I only begin to notice how comforting it is to be surrounded by Avory’s minty shampoo as I lay on his pillow, Avory kisses from my jaw to my hips, guiding him down the bed. Confusion clearly plasters my face as his eyes tell me to stay put, which I happily do, letting my aching body rest until Avory’s free hand grabs onto my thigh, forcing them apart as his head fills the empty space between, taking my swelling dick in his mouth in almost one movement. I gasp whatever air I can find throughout the intoxicatingly delicious scent we have created in his room; my back arching more than I thought it ever could, accidentally forcing all my length past Avory’s sweet lips.

Good to know he’s capable of that.

From gripping the duvet, to covering my entire face with his sleeves, to winding my fingers through his wild waves and curls, I struggle to focus or understand anything other than Avory’s warm mouth surrounding me.

I call out, “A-Av—Baby, I can’t hold it—”

As his mouth continues to massage my length repeatedly, I feel a tightness grow inside me until it loosens with a wave of fiery heat throughout my body, and I release down Avory’s throat, my entire body boiling over as the warmth and waves of pleasure spread rapidly. My arching back collapses into the mattress as I attempt to shuffle myself onto my elbows, only weakly holding myself up as I watch Avory wipe the corners of his mouth with his thumb, and lick clean anything he swipes.

My entire body sinks into the mattress, a tremble spreading over every limb possible. For minutes, the room is filled with our heavy, trembling breaths and I’m sure that if we’re quiet enough, you could hear the beads of sweat trickling over our bodies. We don’t speak for minutes, but our eyes never leave the other’s quivering body, soft yet adrenaline filled smiles remaining on both of our faces.

My legs fall flat on the bed as Avory rises after kissing every bit of my exposed skin and enters a room to the side of his bedroom, and as I remain star-fished, Avory returns with a wet towel. My eyes begin to drift shut as he gently massages the warm cloth over my thighs, my behind, and around my slowly relaxing dick. Everything continues to be highly sensitive, but as Avory slides himself into a fresh pair of boxers, then behind me and rolls me onto my side, our breathing begins to fall into sync. His arm grips around my stomach while the other falls under my neck, my hand fiddling with his, and nothing has ever felt so right.Hefeels so right. Everything about this, us, feels right.

“Hey, Avory?”

“Yes, my love?”

I feel my cheeks rise in heat at the word.Love. He leans over and kisses my bright red cheek, my neck, and finally my shoulder as I roll over in his arms to face him.

“I love you.”

I have always been made to believe that I’m not worthy of those words, and that those words would never be able to leave my lips, because how can anyone love me like this? Well, Iamme, and whether he accepts that or only wants me as a one-time thing before packing his bags, whether he returns those words or laughs right in my face for ever believing in us, I muster the courage to say those words for the first time, to make those words feel familiar, and for those to come from my own thoughts and beliefs.

He licks and bites his lip in a failed attempt to hide the growing smile on his face. A smile I never want to stop seeing.

“I love you, Sawyer.”

I can’t remember falling asleep, but I’ll happily remain here for the rest of my days if it means being buried in Avory’s scent on his sheets, in his clothes which smell like comfort while also serving as a constant reminder to our incredible night just gone. I think the dull ache in my behind and my muscles also serves as a reminder for that exact reason.

My surroundings are blurred as I begin to shuffle myself up the bed and reach over to the side table. As I grab my cold frames, the chill on my face suddenly aiding me in waking up, I notice my phone plugged in to charge sat next to a pile of fresh clothes. Avory’s clothes. As much as I don’t want to part with this hoodie, I can imagine that it definitely needs a wash now. Avory must have done all of this as I notice an empty half of the bed, and his bedside table empty.

As if he knows my ponderings, his laugh alongside a deeper bellow float under the bedroom door from the main room of the flat, and that is most definitely Avory’s laugh, alongside who I would assume is Marcus. I force myself to leave this safe Avory haven as I throw the duvet and twist my body, so my bare feet press against the warm floors. I slowly undress last night’s dirty clothes and fold them onto the pillow before dressing myself once more with what Avory has left me; a similar outfit to last night and I can’t help but smile.

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