Chapter Fifteen
Easter
“ Y ou’ve been practising,” I say as I breach his hole carefully with the lube-slick plug. He gasps, his fists clenched around the sheets, as I slowly slide the cool object inside him. It’s not thick; I was careful with that. As hard as it’s been, I’ve been trying to go slowly with him. A deep moan leaves his mouth as he nods, his voice coming out in short puffs when he speaks, “Carrots.” Fuck. Me. He widens his milky-white thighs, pushing them further back against his chest, his pink hole stretched beautifully around the silver plug.
“Carrots? Really?” Why am I not even surprised? Of course, my sweet Bunny would think of something like that.
“Please,” he begs, his plump butt cheeks quivering with restraint, pearls of sweat beading along his forehead and temples. His eyes are closed, dark eyelashes resting against his flushed skin like tiny feathers. This bunny is running on instinct alone, and it’s so fucking sexy, so I tell him that.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Oops, where the hell did that come from? I don’t think he notices, though. He’s too far gone, consumed by his need for me. For me . I slide the plug all the way in, the fluffy tail covering his needy little hole, and he moans, whimpers, and shakes. Fuuuck . I take a step back, admiring him. He’s completely naked, such a contrast to my fully dressed body, his skin flawless and flushed, as he squirms to adjust to the intrusive object. The bunny tail waggles a little from side to side as he moves his hips. It’s going to be a pure fucking delight to fuck him finally. Give that hole a good and thorough fucking until it’s moulded around the shape of my cock. Until it’s—
“Master? Please,” he cries out. “Please fuck me. I can’t…I can’t…” his eyes are wide open now, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“Ssshhh, darling,” I coax. “I’ve got you. Your master’s got you,” I add, my chest filling with pride and gratitude that I get to call myself that. What a privilege. I carefully start sliding the plug out, a firm grip on the tail, before ever so slowly pushing it in again, twisting it on the way.
“Yes!” he gasps, moving beneath me, tilting his head back, his neck bared for me in the most delicious display of submission. “Yes,” he sighs.
“You like that?” I rasp, leaning in over his body, as I find a slow rhythm to fuck him with. “You like having your tight hole fucked?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods his head furiously, his brown curls spread across my pillow like a dark halo. “More,” my greedy little beast begs, tilting his hips to meet the movement of my hand. So I give him more. I fuck him faster, harder, my other hand wrapped around both of his ankles to keep him somewhat still. His balls are tight, ready to burst, his dick pink and flushed, slap-slap-slapping against the back of his thighs. Although I have him completely bent to my will, his tiny body shaking with need, I have zero illusions that he’s not as much the master of me as I am of him. It’s a push and a pull; his need spurs me on, while my crumbling restraint fights to put a damper on him before we both crash all too soon.
My clothes are starting to feel suffocating, the need to have his naked skin against mine while I fuck him taking over. Without warning, I release the grip around his ankles, pull the plug from his arse and throw it on the bed before I start stripping at a furious pace, almost like I’m participating in the naked Olympics or some shit like that. Bunny screams, not from pain, but with annoyance, a disappointed “Hey!” shooting from his lips.
“Eager, are we?” I laugh as I bend to get rid of my socks. He throws me a frustrated look, his thighs resting against the sheets, still spread wide open for me. He looks pissy and even his hole seems to be pouting. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll get the real deal soon enough.” I smirk like I’m Burt Reynolds in some cheesy 70s movie. He huffs at me, but I still notice the small smile he’s trying to swallow. Chucking my briefs, I grab my cock, giving it a few strokes just to take the edge off.
“Promises, promises,” the little minx tsks, a challenge in his muddy-grey eyes that I feel like just fucking right out of him. But all in good time. Moving up the bed, I press kisses along his feet and ankles, while Benjamin giggles and wiggles. I lick along his calves, trying to give them both equal amounts of my attention before I nibble and bite my way up the back of his thighs. When I finally arrive where I’m supposed to be, resting between his welcoming thighs, our bodies flush against each other, my gaze searches his. I find his eyes worried, a hesitant frown between his brows. My chest tightens, worried that, after all, I’ve hurt him somehow or that he’s changed his mind .
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to hold back my concern. There’s a wet sheen to his eyes now and I think I must have hurt him somehow.
“I hurt you.” I wince, regret coursing through me.
“No!” he rushes out. “Never! Not you, East. Never you,” he whispers. Oh, thank God.
“Then what is it? Please tell me, darling.”
“I haven’t done this before,” he mumbles, his eyes two pools of watery greyish mud. Oh, my poor baby bunny. If that’s it, then we’re good. We’re so good.
“I know.” I smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’ll be careful,” I promise. “I’ll go slow, darling.”
“No!” He looks panicked. “If we go any slower, I’ll die.” He looks mortified and I can’t help but laugh. “I mean it,” he says. “I need you now, East.” As if to stress the urgency, he pushes his hard dick against mine, all slick and pulsing.
“Then what is it?” I groan at the feel of him, my love , underneath and all around me. His scent, his taste, he’s everywhere. Even if I aired out my bedroom for a lifetime, he would still be here. Always here. He’s under my skin now, ingrained in every cell.
“I want to feel you. All of you, East. Nothing between us.” His eyes are wide, expectant, a silent plea in them.
“Oh,” I say as recognition dawns on me. “Are you sure?”
He nods eagerly, squeezing his thighs tighter around my hips.
“I’m sure,” he says. “Completely.”
“Okay.” I nod. I was tested after my last failed relationship, and I don’t fuck around. I’m on PrEP too, so I know I won’t be putting him at risk, but still, the massiveness of what he’s about to give me doesn’t escape me. Warmth pools in my chest and now my bloody eyes are stinging. “I love you, Benjamin,” I tell him what’s in my heart. “I’ll never hurt you, not intentionally. ”
“I know, Easter Bennett,” he blurts. “I know you won’t. There’s only good in you. My East.” Fuuuck.
“Now, I don’t know about that.” I chuckle, because I’m far from a saint, if that’s what he thinks.
“I do!” He beams. “Now, please, will you finally fuck me, Master?” He bats his eyelashes endearingly.
“You sure?”
“Yes! For goodness’ sake, East!” he glares at me.
“Very well. But if there’s anything I do that you don’t like, or that doesn’t feel okay, you will tell me.” I raise a brow at him, going for my best stern master look. He nods again, his hands finding my ass cheeks, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“I will. I promise.”
“Good Bunny. Because it may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but it’s not supposed to hurt, all right?”
“Yes, Master,” he says, all sugary sweet. Shit, I’m so fucked.
I move away from him slightly, my fingers finding his hole, testing it carefully. The plug has loosened him up a bit, but I’ll need all my restraint. And lube. Lots of it. And perhaps a few revisits to my mother’s god-awful attempt at carbonara, if I don’t want to come the moment I slide inside him. Reaching for the lube beside my pillow, I slather my cock generously. Benjamin’s eyes stay glued to my hand, a soft moan spilling from his lips. When I can’t take it any longer—my hand a poor excuse for the real thing—I press his thighs all the way back against his chest again. His hole blinks at me, a light dusting of dark hair surrounding it.
“Hold on to your thighs, baby,” I grit, and he complies immediately like the good little Bunny he is. Grabbing the base of my cock, I guide it towards his entrance, my fat, purple cockhead such a contrast against his pale skin. Although I’m not huge by any means, it still looks obscene and so fucking sexy, my cock hovering above his hole. Benjamin’s dick is leaking, his balls drawn up tight, and I know it will be hard for him to control his release.
“This time,” I say, “you can come whenever you want.” I’m met by a relieved nod of his head and a muffled whimper. “You ready?”
“Yes, Master,” he says, his voice the perfect mix of eager and submissive. I smear the excess lube from my fingers across his hole and he startles like I’ve shocked him. He’s so sensitive, and it’s all me, I tell myself. He wants me . Easter. His master.
Ever so carefully, I breach him, gritting my teeth to the point of pain. I’m met with restriction at first as he tenses around me.
“Breathe, baby,” I coax, giving him time to get used to the pressure around his entrance. He nods, his face the image of concentration. “You okay?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, shaking a bit. “Yes. Go on.”
“Relax for me, darling. I’ve got you,” I say as I push against the tight ring of muscle, feeling it relaxing slightly around me. He’s warm and soft and oh so right as he, by some miracle, welcomes me inside him, a succession of sweet whimpers falling from his lips.
“Oooh,” he gasps. “Oh, that’s…” His voice tips into a deep moan as I pull out a little, only to slide further in. “Oh, my word,” he moans again, and the softness of his voice, combined with the wet heat of him, sends flames licking down my spine. Mine , the wolf in me growls as I push all the way in, my groin flush against his butt, my cock splitting him wide open for me.
“Ahhhh,” he hisses, squirming underneath me, his fingers tearing at my skin. “East, East, East,” he chants. “That’s so…” he whimpers. “Th at’s just so…”
“I know, darling,” I say, my voice heavy with emotion and desire. “I know.” I give him as much time as I can to adjust to my size without combusting completely. When he relaxes beneath me, his hole pulsing around me, I know he’s ready. I start fucking him in a slow, steady rhythm until I eventually lose myself in him. I lose track of time, and as I forget myself, the only thing that matters becomes him. How he moans, how he moves, how he makes me feel. Because, boy, does he make me feel everything all at once. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the room, along with the heady scent of our combined lust. His sweetness. God, his sweetness. It does something to me that’s beyond my control.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I admit. “So, so good.” He hums around me, meeting my thrusts eagerly, fucking me as much as I am him at this point. “You like riding my cock, baby? You like my big, fat cock tearing you wide open?”
“Uh-huh,” he pants, his chest heaving. “I love it, Master. I love your big, fat cock so much.”
“You do, don’t you? You need it, right Benjamin?”
“I do,” he smiles, his eyes wild, delirious. “I do. Never stop. Never, ever stop, East. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.” Oh shit. His words are like gasoline on the fire burning inside me. I fuck him harder, deeper, faster, his tiny body a rag doll beneath me, taking my thrusts, my cock, like the best little bunny in the world. I’m close, but I don’t want this feeling to end. I want it to last until I burn. Until we burn together.
“You’re mine, Benjamin.” I fuck the imprint of my cock into him permanently. “You know that, right, baby?” And if I ever had any illusions that I wasn’t a corny man at the core, they’re blown to smithereens right this minute. “ There’s no buyer’s remorse on this cock. Once you take it, it’s yours.”
Then I feel it, how he clenches around me, his inner walls squeezing me tighter, until a scream tears from his lips.
“ Ahhhh . East? East?” His hands drop from my ass, sliding up my back, grabbing desperately at my shoulders, while he comes.
“I’m here, my beautiful, beautiful darling. I’m right here,” I croak as I feel the warmth of his cum as it hits my stomach. The scent of him intensifies, his sweet cum going straight to my balls, triggering my own climax. My cock swells inside him, and then there’s nothing else but white-hot pleasure as I come inside him, my release filling him.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice vibrating with the aftermath of his orgasm. “I love you so much, Master.”
“I love you too,” I pant. “So, so much, my sweet darling.”
“Thank you,” he sighs, and I can’t help laughing, the sound bursting from my chest uninhibited. He winces, my cock still inside him.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.” I laugh again as I continue to fuck him, to fuck my cum as deep inside of him as I can. Until I can taste myself on his tongue when I kiss him goodnight. “For this precious gift you’ve just given me.”
“It’s nothing,” he drawls. “Nothing compared to what you’ve given me.” Then he yawns, all sated and soft, and the next second, he’s gone, passed out on my cock, a content smile on his lips. Shit, I fucked my Bunny into a coma. He looks so peaceful, his dark lashes moist—from tears, perhaps. Or sweat. I can’t tell. His cheeks are scarlet and burning, and the soft swell of his chin makes him look much younger than his years. His warm breath comes out in small puffs, the occasional snore bubbling from his lips. God, I love him. He’s mine now, truly mine. I’m never giving him up. He has my cum inside him. No one has ever had my cum inside them. That’s special, right? It has to be.
As I slip from his hole, he murmurs something unintelligible but doesn’t wake. I tiptoe to the bathroom and find a washcloth that I hold under the warm water. He’s still asleep as I sit down next to him and carefully swipe the warm cloth along his crease and around his hole. Then I clean myself, wiping his cum from my stomach, promising myself that next time he comes, it’ll be down my throat. Discarding the cloth on the floor, I lie down next to him, pulling the duvet up around us, all the way to his chin, tucking him in. I manoeuvre him so his head rests against my chest, my arms wrapped solidly around him. He stirs but doesn’t wake, snuggling against my chest hair. I fall asleep in minutes with his name—the name I’ve given him—on my lips. Bunny. My Bunny.
Sometime later, when it’s still dark, he jolts awake and sits up, startled, his hair all wild as he rubs his eyes.
“Benjamin?” I say, sleep gone from my body within seconds, completely tuned into him. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need me to get you something?” I bombard him with questions. He turns and looks at me, his expression unreadable.
“East?”
“Yes, darling.”
“If it becomes too much, then tell me. I know I can be too much at times.” His eyes are huge and filled with concern.
“Hey, where’s this coming from?” He blinks at me, his bottom lip quivering. “Benjamin, you don’t ever have to hide your true self from me. Not ever.”
“You say that now, but… ”
“I mean it. Never hide from me. You’re beautiful when you’re Bunny and when you’re Benjamin. Darling, you just gave me the most precious gift of my life. You make me so happy. Happier than I ever thought possible.”
“Are you sure?” he whispers.
“Absolutely. Never been more sure about anything in my life,” I admit, recognising the truth of my words. I never thought life could have this much joy in store for a grumpy arsehole like me.
“I want to believe that so much. I really do. I want to believe you so much.” He looks truly torn.
“Then believe it.”
“It’s hard when you’ve been told your entire life that you’re wrong.” He slumps his shoulders, and I reach out and tug him against my chest.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Benjamin,” I speak against the crown of his head. “Not a single thing. They, whoever made you believe that, whoever made you feel wrong…they’re the ones who are wrong. Not you, my darling. Not you. Never you. You’re perfect.”
He tilts his head, looking up at me. “You really mean it, don’t you, East?”
“I do.” I smile. “Now, let’s sleep, baby. Let’s sleep.”