It hurts, he’s so thick, but he rubs my back, takes his time, stretches me slowly. When he strokes my clit, I find myself lifting to him, wanting him, and the sounds in the room, I think they’re coming from me, short gasps, moans, and fuck I’m going to come and he’s pushing deeper and deeper inside me and a moment later, I’m coming and he’s watching me, burying his cock inside me, moving slow and deep until it’s over, until the wave passes.

That’s when he grips my hips and fucks me. That’s when he really fucks me, drawing all the way out, thrusting back inside, the base sounds of an animal rutting coming from him, from his chest.

I know the moment he’s going to release, to explode inside me and when he thrusts one final time, laying his full weight over me, his chest and face wet with sweat, and his cock throbs and I feel him release and empty and we’re so close, so fucking close. Closer than we’ve ever been. And when he stretches his arms over mine and intertwines his fingers with my own and he’s still throbbing inside me, I think I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to ever be apart from him. I don’t want for him to ever go away. For us to ever leave this room. Because here, we’re safe. Here, he’s safe.

Sweat mixes with tears and when he finally pulls out of me, I’m spent. I have nothing left. My knees buckle and he lifts me in his arms and I just cling to him.

It’s a long while later when we’re upstairs and he’s bathed me and put me in his bed when I ask him:

“Why, Sergio?”

It’s that song, the haunting melody playing in my head. He had on repeat. I don’t know how many times I heard it. Don’t know how many times he’d heard it before I got there.

“Why don’t you sleep at night?” I ask.

He doesn’t look at me when he answers. Rolls over on his back instead, and stares up at the ceiling.

“Sergio?”

He turns his head. Studies me for a long moment before answer.

“Because time is running out.”

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Sergio