Dash considered protesting, unsure if he could do what Thorne asked. Thorne would be able to see into Dash’s soul when he was like this. Thorne hadn’t been kidding about opening him up. Dash didn’t think he had any barriers left after what Thorne had done. He turned over anyway, because he also wanted to see Thorne, wanted to watch his eyes light up when he pushed inside Dash.

Thorne pressed against the back of Dash’s thighs, doubling his legs on his chest. He gazed down at Dash, his pupils huge. “So fucking perfect. All ready for my cock.”

Dash nodded frantically. He was more than ready.

“Stay just like this. Open wide for me.”

Dash held his legs, pinned in place by the force of Thorne’s gaze and by his own need. But his mind screamed for him to shut down, to keep Thorne from seeing into him like this, because his ass wasn’t the only thing open for Thorne. His heart was open too, and while he might feel the intensity of this fuck for days, he didn’t think the wounds Thorne might inflict on his heart would ever heal.

This was it. Dash could still run. If he stayed, he risked losing himself in Thorne. But his heart was already damaged. If you run, do you really think you could just forget him?

He wouldn’t, but having Thorne inside him after he’d stuck his fucking tongue in Dash’s ass was going to be more dangerous to Dash than anything he’d done before. Even the sweet, soft kisses.

“Thorne. Thorne, I…”

Thorne looked up from where he was lining up his cock. His eyes widened at Dash’s expression. “Are you okay?”

“I’m…” What the fuck was he supposed to say? That he was scared? That sounded absurd, and he wasn’t sure Thorne would understand. Why would he be afraid? He’d bottomed for Thorne plenty of times. But he’d been in control. This was Thorne truly taking him.

“No. Just. I…need you.” He wasn’t going to run.

“I need you too, baby.” Thorne pushed forward then, breaching Dash’s ass. Dash wrapped his arms around Thorne’s neck and his legs around Thorne’s back, holding him close as Thorne drove into him, his rhythm fast but not punishing, just rough enough to keep Dash from overthinking. Thorne was loving him. It was physical and beautiful, but Dash wanted more.

He buried his face in Thorne’s shoulder to hide the tears in his eyes.

“Harder,” he whispered, hoping Thorne would think his voice was rough because of lust not sadness.

Thorne fucked him harder, faster. “Thorne, please!” He needed to come because Thorne inside him felt so good he couldn’t stand it. He was literally crying for more.