“Hush,” Damon said, soothingly, still looming over him, running a hand up and down his back in a reassuring motion. “I just need to get the lube so I don’t hurt you. But I want you to stay just like this for me. Can you do that?”

Micah groaned at what seemed like a Herculean task.

“Can you do that for me, Micah?” Damon repeated, giving his hip a little squeeze to ensure he had his attention.”

Was there any alternative?

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Then his hand was gone.

Micah heard rustling behind him, but he didn’t even turn around to look. Instead, he stayed perfectly still, just like Damon had asked.

It felt like an eternity, but it was probably only half a minute later, that the man returned. “Such a good boy.” A kiss was pressed to his tailbone, right above his ass.

Micah didn’t have time to process that – or how he felt about being called “a good boy” – before a lubed finger was rubbing at his hole and carefully entering. Then there was another finger – slowly, painstakingly – joining the first. And then another, until he was stuffed full.

Micah could feel himself bearing down on the digits, and he knew he was making noises as Damon pumped his fingers in and out of him – desperate, high-pitched whines – but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was so close; he knew he was.

If only he had something to rub up against…

That’s what your hands are for, genius.

As soon as his brain made the suggestion, Micah attempted to slink a hand underneath himself.

Unfortunately, strong fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist before he could succeed. “None of that now,” Damon chastised him.

But Micah wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to listen. Taking advantage of the position of their hands, he decided to try to bring Damon’s hand to his dick instead.

Unfortunately, the man merely ignored his attempt, using his superior strength to press Micah’s wrist back against the bed.

A frustrated noise bubbled up Micah’s throat at the blatant denial.

“Hush. You don’t need that hand. You’re going to come for me just like this. That’s what you want, sweetheart, isn’t it? To come like this? Untouched? That’s what I want.”

Micah moaned helplessly at the thought, but…

“I don’t know if I c-can,” he admitted.

“You can. Let me show you.”

A moment later, Damon’s tongue joined the fingers in his ass, and he was curling them – pressing them up against his prostate without mercy. Micah’s vision whited out, and God, Damon was right, because a moment later, he was coming, his shout muffled by the mattress as thick, milky spurts spilled all over the sheets.