Page 52 of Pragma
I apply the cream on the reddish pucker and then slide the tip of my middle finger inside, lingering more than I should when his loose ring of muscle sucks me in smoothly. If I make a move on him, would he let me fuck him again?
His muffled moan gives me the answer.
“You know what would make this moment perfect?” he asks, as I finish with the cream and move back to the sink to wash my hands.
He pouts before exclaiming, “Ice cream!” He looks like a puppy wagging his tail. I stifle my smile at how annoyingly cute he can be sometimes.
“In the freezer,” I tell him, opening the window before lighting a cigarette. The cold air hits my face as I hear noises coming from the kitchen.
When Aki comes back, he sits on the bed with a large cup of matcha. “How can Joel like pistachio? That’s crazy talk.”
I grunt. “Your obsession with ice cream in every season is what’s crazy.”
“Oh really? Then why do you keep my favorite flavor inside your freezer? Enabler!”
“There’s strawberry fudge too.” I take a long puff from my cig, smoking after sex is the fucking best.
“I saw it, you blasphemous bunny!” He sniffs as he digs in. The most alluring moans come from him as he keeps sucking on that damn spoon. I should be used to them, but they still make my cock stiffen, and I’m forced to adjust as I throw the cigarette out of the window.
When I turn toward him, his eyes fall on my tented sweats before lifting back to mine. I can recognize the expression he makes when he’s getting horny now, see the desire quickly forming on his face.
“Want to taste some…sir?” He raises the spoon toward me, knowing exactly what hearing that word from him does to me.The sudden impulse to claim him, to secure ownership over him makes my blood boil.
I slowly stalk his way, following the rushed beating of my heart. When I reach the bed, my fists land on the sheets as I bend down. Ignoring the spoon, I go for his mouth instead. I plunge my tongue inside, forcibly enjoying all that sweet bitterness directly from his lips. He whimpers, and then wraps his legs and arms around me, yanking my body flat on top of him while responding to the kiss with passionate abandon.
I spend the next hours worshipping his body and filling his holes with warm cum.
A nagging, uncomfortable feeling keeps knocking at my consciousness as I slowly open my eyes. I need to blink a few times before I can actually see my bedroom ceiling. I’m hot. So fucking hot.
I try to kick the blanket off me, but I hit something hard instead. I look down, and Aki’s red and black hair is all I see. He’s half sprawled on me. His head is on my chest, arm thrown around me, both legs between mine, our bodies flush against each other. His skin feels soft and warm, the smell of sex and osmanthus fills my nose.
Will I be able to get his smell off my sheets? Will I get used to sleeping alone again?
We must have fallen asleep after all the fucking. My dick aches—need to use that soothing cream on me this time. I lost count of how many times I came. I feel drained and oddly refreshed.
Craning my neck, I check the clock on top of the dresser. It’s still early.
His heat surrounds me, and a pleasant flutter takes up residence in my chest as he keeps uttering sleepy noises. My palm finds its way to the nape of his neck, and I thread my fingers into his tousled hair.
His body tenses but after a moment, he hums happily, “Mm.” He stretches, remaining on top of me and tilts his face up. He looks adorably disoriented, hair sticking up in all directions, a sleepy look of confusion on his face.
“What time is it?” His groggy voice is sexy.
“Five a.m.”
“I need more sleep,” he mumbles, his breaths feel heavy on my skin as he snuggles even closer.
I smile and drag my fingers through the locks on his nape.
“Love your hair,” I say out loud after a while, thinking he’s out again.
But he whispers softly, “When we met…that fuck-off sign on your forehead…is what did me in. The best thing I’ve ever done in my life was…taking you with me.”
A snore then comes out of his lips, letting me know he fell asleep again.
Fuck Aki. Why are you doing this to me?
Chapter Eight
