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Rurik
“Do you still want to do somno?” Ash asks carefully after he gets out of the shower.
I perk up immediately, but act nonchalant because I don’t want to spook him. “I always want to be inside you, baby, but why?”
“I’ve been thinking about it…”
His skin turns pink and I have to sit on my hands to not grab him and kiss every inch of it. “And?”
“Well, I’ve had fewer nightmares and hardly any sleep paralysis episodes now that we spend every night together, and with Killer here.” He pets her absentmindedly while she lounges on the edge of the bed.
“It’s been nice to have you suffering less. Are you saying you want me to make you suffer more?” I probably should not have said it like that, but here we are and the words are already out.
Thankfully, Ash laughs. “Not suffer, fix maybe? I feel so disgusting when I wake up most of the time. I don’t know how to put it, but I hate it and want to make it go away.” He chews his lip. “I want to make waking up a good thing instead of a bad thing.”
“I think I’m getting it…” I slip my arms around his middle, hugging him to me. “You want to have good associations with waking up and you think replacing the feelings of disgust and violation with trust and love in that raw and vulnerable partial consciousness, by kind of reprogramming your brain, could work.”
He thinks about my words for a long moment. “Yes, I think you’ve put words to it well. I’m so tired of that being my first feeling every single day. I’m willing to try anything.”
“Are you sure? This shouldn’t be some rash decision made out of desperation because you don’t want to feel this anymore. I’m not a medical professional. I don’t want to make it worse.” I kiss his forehead, trying to do the right thing here despite my dick wanting to tell him it’s a date.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Ash frowns.
I growl, grabbing his hand and putting it on my hard-on. “I have no doubts where you exist. But I’m also pretty committed to keeping that brain of yours as healthy as possible so I can continue to fuck all your holes, so this is a real big dilemma for me!”
“I’m sure. I’ve thought about it a lot and talked to my therapist about it.” Ash squeezes my cock, then pushes his hand inside my shorts.
“Your therapist thought it was a good idea?” I groan, closing my eyes when his fingers brush over my dick. I’m barely holding myself back from jumping him. If he only knew what he does to me.
“She doesn’t say things are good or bad ideas. We talked out what I thought it would do for me and why I felt that way. She then said a lot of survivors use kink through porn, or reading, or with trusted partners to process their trauma. It’s a bit like really extreme exposure therapy. She did recommend a safe word…” He searches my face like he doesn’t know how I’ll react to it.
“Just tell me to stop.”
“What?” He blinks.
“If you say stop or leave, I do as you ask. You’ve told me to leave once, and told me to stop twice, but once was after I made you come and you were oversensitive, and I stopped. And the other time I was grinding against you when I had you pinned to the ground during that first Legacy trial. I stopped then too.”
“You don’t stop when I say no…?” He isn’t accusing me. He’s asking.
“You told me to force you. That’s part of it, no? You wanted me to force you.”
He nods slowly. “I said no, but I didn’t want you to stop.”
“It’s also pretty easy for me to tell when you’re not into it. Your body reacts in a much different way and I pay attention. It’s not fun for me if you’re not enjoying it. But if you want a word so you feel better, say—” I close one eye trying to come up with something unsexy. “You don’t want to marry me, or like Locke, or like Red. “
Ash closes his fingers around my cock, stroking me as he gets up on his tip-toes to kiss me. “I’ll say red. I’m not saying your brother’s name.”
“If you want to kill my boner fast, that is the way.” I slip my hand around the nape of his neck, moaning into his mouth. “On your knees. I want to fuck your throat before we sleep.”
Ash pulls back, eyes glinting with amusement. “No.”
My brows raise. “Do you want me to make you?”
He releases my cock, flicking his tongue over my lips. “Yes, while I’m sleeping.”
I gasp. “So you’re making me go to bed horny?! I could fuck you now and then!”
His smile spreads. “I want you desperate and hungry, so you take it out on me.”
I grab his ass with my free hand, growling. “Do you want to wake up or stay asleep? We’ll need more planning if you’re going to stay asleep.”
“Wake up, for now. Maybe later stay asleep, so I wake up with you dripping out of me.” He pulls his hips back so I can’t grind against him.
I dig my nails into his ass. “Fuck. I need you so bad.”
“You’ll have to wait.” He pulls back and I release him.
***
I don’t sleep and I knew I wouldn’t. Not this worked up. I’m still fucking hard. But I don’t just wait until Ash’s breathing evens out. I want him deep into REM sleep when I start. I want to be inside him before he wakes.
I squeeze my cock, trying to take some of the pressure off. I’ve been painfully fucking hard since Ash’s hands were on me. The worst and best kind of edging. I never get tired of him. I watch his breathing as another hour goes by. He mumbles something in his sleep and shifts to lie on his stomach.
“Baby boy, you’re basically begging for my cock.” I groan, stroking over myself again.
I exhale, unable to wait any longer. Carefully, I shift on the bed, moving between his thighs. I lightly trail my fingers over the curve of his ass. He’s already lubed a little. I insisted on it before he went to sleep. If he was going to make me horny, I wanted to punish him a little, and he couldn’t deny it would make it so much easier for me to slide inside him. Later I’d do it all while he slept, but tonight I don’t want him to wake up before I’m buried.
I slide down his adorable matching pinstriped pajama pants. Inch by inch, watching for any reaction. He keeps on sleeping. I shift down the bed, pulling them off as I back down, finally getting them off his feet, leaving his bottom half bare.
I stand there admiring his beautiful ass, rubbing my dick.
This is all mine forever.
I get back between his legs and brush my fingers over his opening. “I can’t wait until I’m leaking out of you for the rest of the night.”
Then I rub my thumb over his pink ring. He shifts a little and I freeze, but he doesn’t wake. I resume my play, dipping my thumb into him, and pause. He doesn’t react. I sink it in further. His lips part, but he keeps breathing evenly.
“Fuck.” I bite my cheek to not groan too loudly. I withdraw my thumb and line up my tip, it’s leaking. “Look at how fucking wet you make me, baby.” I rub my head over his hole.
He shifts, bringing his knee closer to his chest, spreading himself wide open for me.
“My little whore. I know how badly you want me, even in your sleep.” I press forward, putting pressure against his tight pink star until it gives way. I swallow a groan at how warm and tight he is, resisting every instinct to bury myself balls deep. “Fuck.”
I work myself in another inch, and then pull back, slowly stretching him out for my cock. “Baby boy, you look so fucking good taking me.”
I sink further, enveloped by his warmth, barely holding back from pounding him into the mattress. I’m too turned on to do this, but I hold back because I know he needs it. I’ll always deny my needs for his wellbeing, and that is love, especially to a psychopath.
His ass strangles my cock the deeper I get. I moan and clap a hand over my mouth, stilling my hips, waiting for a reaction. He mumbles something and arches slightly, making it easier for me to drive into him.
“My needy baby.”
I drop forward, holding myself an inch off of him with hands planted next to his head. I roll my hips deliberately, easing the last couple of inches of my girth into his tightness. I’ve never been more obsessed with him. My hips press into his ass, and my cock pulses as deep as I can go. Balls hanging against his. I rock, staying buried.
He groans, mouth opening in a gasp. I keep going with my gentle fuck, coaxing him through the transition into waking. I’m overwhelmed and my balls ache, needing to come. But not yet. Not until he fully knows what’s happening to him.
He stretches, arms going above his head as he turns into the mattress, but then he stiffens, his whole body tensing.
“I love you. I have you. You’re mine and no one else is allowed to touch you,” I whisper into his ear.
Instantly, his body relaxes, and he sucks in a breath.
“Do you feel me?” I press down into him, pinning him to the mattress. “This is all you will ever feel. My cock stretching you. My cum inside you. Me owning every single fucking inch of you. Me covering you in marks so everyone knows who you belong to.”
He wraps an arm around his back, clinging to me as he moans.
I bite his shoulder, and then suck bruises into his skin. “You’re mine to use any time I want.”
A shiver runs through him and he arches his ass to meet my hips as I start to fuck him. I slam into him, driving my dick in and out of his hole.
I shove one hand under him, grabbing his cock. “You’re going to make me come if you keep making those sounds, baby.”
He groans again, thrusting himself into my hand. “You’re going to make me cum stretching me out like that.”
“Do you like how much I fill you?”
He nods, hisses a, “Yessss. Harder. I want to feel it in the morning.”
I give over to my lust, aggressively taking him until I lose myself to my orgasm. My thrusts falter and I drive in sporadically as I fill him. I pump my cum into him until it’s leaking out around me as he fills my hand.
I collapse on top of him, both of us breathing hard.
“Sleep inside me?” he whispers.
“Anything you want, baby boy.”
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