Chapter 51
That dreaminess spread out and soothed him. He softened, melted, settled into Jason. He mouthed at Jason, held that splendid length, loved the weight of it. His thoughts pooled like firegleam, liquid and blankly gold. He could reach his own release if Jason wanted that—his own cock felt so nice now, nothing hurting anymore, only a far-off simmering coil of need, almost distant but paradoxically intense—but he did not need to. He needed this. Just this.
He shut both eyes, breathing and tasting Jason, feeling Jason’s hand stroking his hair.
“So sweet.” Jason let the hand come to rest atop his head. “So good. All mine. My Colby.”
Colby murmured something, not words—a drop of amber, a pearl of sound—around Jason’s cock in his mouth.
“The way you look,” Jason breathed. “The way you trust me. God, I love you. You can trust me. I swear, Colby, I’ll do anything, everything, I’ll always be here for you. I’ll take care of you. Forever.”