Damon didn’t stop. He pounded into him, battering Micah’s abused prostate with his mammoth dick, and Micah’s thoughts became muddled things, his brain unable to process much beyond the pleasant burn of his hole, the wet smacks of Damon’s balls slapping against his ass, and the pressure building behind his cock.

Damon’s hands squeezed around his wrists as his thrusts became more erratic, and for a second, Micah imagined how it would feel if the man had actually tied him up – with a silken scarf, some rope, or maybe even a pair of kinky handcuffs. Fuck, Micah’s own cuffs.

For some reason, that particular thought made his stomach clench, and his balls throb.

“Damon, please,” he croaked, wrung out, and desperate. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” he begged, the words slurring together at the end. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for – but somehow Damon seemed to know. He released one of his wrists and wrapped his fingers around Micah’s cock, pumping once, twice-

And that meager touch was all Micah needed for his (second!) orgasm to come careening to the surface.

He came so hard his vision whited out, and when he returned to consciousness a few moments later, Damon was shuddering above him, groaning from where he had buried his head into Micah’s shoulder, the sound long, low, and broken.

Micah’s insides felt hot, and he could feel Damon’s dick, spent, but still trapped in his ass. A shiver racked his body at the realization he was full of the man’s cum – almost like a post-orgasm aftershock – and Micah whined.

Truly, the orgasm he’d just had must have been otherworldly because he seemed to fade in and out of awareness for the next few minutes. He allowed strong, capable hands to clean him (since he’d come all over himself… again) and wrap him in a blanket. Once he was suitably bundled, Damon pulled him into his arms, tucking Micah up under his chin.

“You still with me?” Damon asked, his chest rumbling softly beneath Micah’s cheek.

Micah didn’t blame him for asking. Despite promising Micah he wouldn’t be able to talk by the time he was through with him, Damon hadn’t actually managed to silence him until now.

It was strange.

Micah was used to his mind running a mile a minute, his mouth usually operating only a beat behind, but for once in his life, his thoughts were quiet, and he didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with needless babble. He felt content, and warm, and just… cared for.

Still… strung out on his own orgasm as he was, Micah figured he ought to muster up the energy to say something, at least.

I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.