Chapter 33

He thought the words “fuck me” as he panted. Tried to work the sound into the pattern of his breath. Maybe he managed, maybe not; Mason couldn’t really tell. The only thing he did know with any certainty was that his efforts, even if they had never left his own head, were rewarded. Jack withdrew his fingers, packaging crinkled, and Jack leaned against Mason’s back. A click of lid, a pause, and slick latex was rubbed against Mason’s hole. He felt his body clench and open, clench and open, as though trying to draw Jack in.

Mason’s hair was caught and his head was slowly, firmly pulled back until Jack could rest his face against Mason’s ear. “Say yes.”

“Y-y…” The word never made it to completion, it trailed off to meaningless, repeated huffs while Mason assimilated falling water around breath that had, within seconds, become that much harder to regulate. While Jack’s right hand still kept the grip on Mason’s hair, his left hand fell and started a slow, even stroke on Mason’s cock.