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Andy breathed a laugh as he nuzzled Devon's ear. “You moved,” he whispered in awe.
Devon gasped.I did!He hadn't realized it in the moment, but it dawned on him that all his motor functions had slowly but surely returned. Devon flexed his fingers, then fanned his toes. “Oh my gods.” Maybe the attack was finally over. Maybe he still had more time.
He felt like himself again.
Devon basked in the sensation of lying there with Andy on top of him, trying to memorize the feel of the man's body. The warmth of his skin. The hardness of his muscles. He clung to each little detail, letting it all overwhelm him. He wanted it all.
He wanted more.
Andy's cock began to soften, slowly withdrawing from Devon's body. Devon squirmed and let out a squeak. It felt so strange! The moment dragged on until he thought Andy's cock would never fully leave him.
But it did. Andy's cock finally slipped out, making Devon squirm. “That felt weird!” he said with a grin.
Andy chuckled and gave Devon a kiss. “Come on, sweet boy. Let's go get cleaned up.”
Devon almost protested, not wanting to leave that bed, but he did feel all sticky and wet. And his hips were stiff from having his legs splayed like that for so long.
Andy helped him up, and Devon stood on shaky legs, smiling with relief that he could do so.
“Come on,” Andy murmured, reaching for his hand. “It's almost dinnertime. You must be starving.”
Devon smiled softly as he followed Andy into the washroom. Andy started the shower and pulled Devon under the hot water, running his hands all over Devon's skin. Devon clung to him as Andy washed him slowly and thoroughly, not missing a single inch of his body.
Once they were clean, dry, and dressed, Andy left to go order dinner while Devon stayed behind to tidy the bed, smiling as he did so. It felt good to be on his own two legs again.
The sight of his discarded diaper gave him pause, but even that couldn't spoil his mood. He felt more alive than he had in days. Devon took care of the diaper, then straightened the sheets and made the room presentable again. He blushed when he realized the walls were still on mirror mode. Devon quickly changed them back to blackout, but he couldn't help smiling at the memory of seeing Andy all around him.
He couldn't wait to experience that again.
Devon checked the room, making sure everything was as it should be. Smiling to himself, he turned to leave.
His legs gave out. Devon hit the floor with a grunt, barely able to break his fall.
What the hells?
He started to push himself up, but his arms wouldn't cooperate. Devon collapsed in an awkward heap. He tried to call out for help, but his chest got tight, his lungs seeming to lock up, completely beyond his control.
Devon's ears rang, and his vision turned hazy before it started to tunnel down.
Oh gods. He was dying. It was really, finally happening. This was no mere attack. This was the final one. Any moment now, it would be over. He'd be outside his body. Past the point of no return. This was the end.
And he wasn't ready.
Chapter 34
ANDY GRABBED his phone and sank onto the couch, his entire body trembling with the release of tension.
Gods. That was just what he'd needed. The dramatic scene in the E.R. seemed like a lifetime ago instead of a mere few hours. As did the past several days of frenzied, fruitless research, for that matter.
Getting Devon back was a godsend.
Andy took a moment to relax and compose himself, then sat up when Oliver wandered by, absorbed in his own phone. “Hey,” Andy called. “You want anything in particular for dinner? I thought about ordering in.”
“Oh.” Oliver blinked. “You know what? I'll take whatever.”
Andy nodded. “Would you go ask Dev what he wants?”
“Right-o.” Oliver bent over his phone and strode off.
