Chapter 13 #2
And somehow, underneath all that chaos, there’s a quiet certainty, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I’ve already given him everything else, just as he has for me, so of course I’d give him this, too.
His hips push and pull in small thrusts, carving his spot into my body just like he has my life. I welcome him in, arching my back more, wanting him as deep as possible.
His grip slips on my arms as he fucks me, and I use the chance to press my arms against the bed and push my ass up more, to rock back into his movements, to meet him where he is.
This is just another way we can be a part of each other’s lives, and I desperately want it.
“Fuck, Patrick, you’re so…” Colten trails off, panting as he continues to work his way into me. I can’t even ask him what I’m so much of, because his hips finally hit mine, his length settling deep inside me.
I’m shaking, overwhelmed in the best of ways, hard and flushed against the pillow under me, but all I can think about is Colten’s swollen dick inside of me, spreading me open.
Colten’s body drapes over mine as he catches his breath, heavy and comfortable. I can feel his ribcage expand against my back, matching my breathing to his own. A sense of contentment I’ve never felt before washes over me, letting me slip further into the warmth of his embrace.
“Still there?” Colten asks, one of his hands petting my side, gentle and warm.
“Mmmn,” I reply, turning my head back so I can look at him. It’s not a great angle for my neck, but it is for my eyes.
Colten is flushed, a hazy look in his eyes as he glows bright, his lips curled up into one of his rare, warm smiles. He looks so happy, so carefree, that my breath catches.
I’ve always known he is handsome, but right now, with that flushed, glowing look, he looks…beautiful.
I don’t think I’ve ever thought that about anyone before. Pretty, maybe, but not as breathtakingly beautiful as Colten is right now.
“Kiss me?” I ask, and his smile widens before he leans forward to reach my lips.
It’s messy, awkward, and because of our height difference, he ends up slipping out of his hard-won spot inside of me, but it’s worth it.
I feel like the glow is inside of me now, my body filled with so much warmth that I’m bursting with it. It makes me want to laugh, to tell Colten he’s beautiful, to try wrestling with him again and then riding his dick myself.
Anything, everything, as long as it’s with Colten, I want it all.
Our kiss deepens, the heat and desperation building back up as Colten drags his wet dick over my lower back.
Soon enough, it’s not enough, the heat building in my belly demanding more, my hole clenching and unclenching in its emptiness.
“Colten, Colten, please,” I beg, our lips barely even touching anymore with how much we’re moving.
Colten doesn’t tease; instead, he pulls himself back and lines up with my needy hole before pressing in.
I’m stretched, but it still takes some time to work his way back in, making me groan. Thank goodness for the lube. Thank goodness for Colten’s gay smarts.
Needing more, I keep pressing my hips back against his, wanting him deeper, back inside of me, connected with me where he belongs. Colten’s arms hold my shoulders, using them for leverage to work deeper into me.
He’s no longer going slow. Instead, his hips thrust forward hard, burying himself as deep as he can with each thrust.
The moment his dick pushes against that spot, my prostate, I almost cum on the spot, groaning the whole time. Colten doesn't waste time, making sure each thrust pushes against that spot, again and again and again, the slide getting even slicker, wetter, and faster.
I feel like I’m shaking apart, my muscles squeezing around him as his hips slap against mine. The room fills with sounds of slick fucking, embarrassing and loud and filthy. I can’t get enough of it.
His hands come down to my hips, where he has even more leverage, and he fucks into me even harder, my ass stinging from how hard his skin slaps against mine with each thrust.
I moan as his dick gets better at pushing against my prostate, targeting it with a level of precision almost up there with his fingers. But this is better, feeling him like this, working his way in and out of me in sloppy, desperate thrusts, because I can feel him coming apart just like I am.
We’re closer than we’ve ever been, and I’ve never been happier.
The glow is blinding, filling the room with more light than if all the lights were turned on. I close my eyes but can still see it even behind my eyelids, so I burrow my head against my arm, mouth open and gasping as I feel myself boiling over once more.
Colten cums first, his face pressed against my back and hands holding my hips in a bruising grip, his hips pressed right up against mine. He grinds his dick and cum in as deep as it will go, each roll of his hips trying to push in even further.
I groan at knowing he’s filling me up, his cum coating my insides. I sneak a hand underneath me to jerk my dick and cum with him, squeezing against his dick as my entire body convulses with it.
My toes curl hard enough to cramp, and my free hand twists in the sheets as sparks of pleasure cascade through my body, the glowing inside of me hot and heavy.
There’s a whining sound in my ears, my mind slow and syrupy as I feel only pleasure with Colten.
When I come back to myself, the room is much darker, the tableside lamp on with only a dim glow emitting from my body. I feel heavy and hazy, but surprisingly clean.
“Look at that, he’s alive,” Colten teases when he sees me walking back from the bathroom.
He’s naked, shirt and sweatpants gone somewhere, his dick soft as it dangles from the nest of his pubic hair. That was inside of me? My mouth oddly fills with extra saliva, and I swallow it down. Weird.
“How long?” I manage, voice rough as I blink heavily at him. I’m sure I was napping, maybe unconscious, for at least a few minutes, but I already feel the pull of sleep tugging at me. I’m surprised I woke up at all.
“Just long enough to clean up,” he says as he climbs into bed with me, leaning over to turn off the light before pressing up against me.
I easily fold into his shorter frame, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him close. He drapes an arm over my waist as well, the other curling between us as his head rests against my collarbone, where I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
A flicker of arousal flutters through me, though I’m far too tired to even think of doing anything more.
It feels right, having him here, so close to my heart. I squeeze him once, just because I can, and he snorts softly against my chest.
“I’m…really, really happy, Patrick,” Colten whispers, squeezing me back.
“Me too,” I reply, just as quiet, before pulling him closer and pressing my lips to his hair, unable to help smiling even though I know he can’t see it.
We settle in like that, warm and content, the magical glow continuing to dim. I can feel that different sort of glowing still inside of me, making me warm and fuzzy and like everything is right in the world.
Before sleep completely takes me, however, I manage to say the one thing I’ve been thinking all night: “I hope this spell never wears off.”
Right before the darkness of sleep washes over me, there’s a moment that almost feels like Colten tenses in my arms.
But I’m asleep before I can give it any thought beyond just holding him closer.