“I’m…allowed to…love you,” Wes struggles to say. “I…still win.”
Ollie moves his hand over Wes’s, gripping his cock. It’s tight and strong and fast and Wes groans. He can’t get it up again, he can’t. But Ollie moving so…without care, without shame, only chasing his orgasm, that makes Wes want to be and up and running.
“I can feel it,” Ollie mumbles. “I can feel it through the bond; I can feel how you feel, how you felt, how much—argh!”
“It felt amazing, Ollie,” Wes says as he looks adoringly at Ollie. “I am so proud. Thank you.”
And Ollie comes. Wes hasn’t seen anybody more beautiful. Ollie is inhuman, yes, but he’s also with Wes—in all ways.
That makes Wes gather his strength and lean in for a peck. Just a peck, he doesn’t have the energy for more. He smooths a hand down Ollie’s flank.
“Sleep now?” Wes asks hopefully.
Ollie smiles. “Sleep.”
* * * *