Crossover - Cliffton/Meeting of Breccan & Finbar: Not So Divine: Chapter 4
This is a crossover fanfiction of my The Meeting of Breccan & Finbar and n3m3sis43's Cliffton universes. For context, it might help to read n3m3sis43's piece, Everything You Touch.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
This entry is NSFW.
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I glare at everyone at the meeting table. As if that would make the number of fucking people shrink. The fuck are we going to fit them into this house? It should just be me and Wes. Not all these fucking extras. Seems like more keep spawning every fucking day.
Not like I have a choice, though. Fuck.
I say, “Not sure how everyone's going to fit. Don't exactly have any more rooms.” We fucking don't.
“You're going to have to figure it out,” Maris tells me.
No shit. I fucking know that. This is supposed to be my house.
Calla snickers. “Egan can stay on the couch. It's not like that'll kill him. Unless his mortal form is even weaker than he looks.”
He protests, “I hardly think that's appropriate.”
It would be fine by me.
Maris smiles. “If that doesn't work for you, I can always take you back home.”
“This - this is ridiculous,” he stammers.
Calla asks, “So you would rather be homeless?”
“N-no.” Egan doesn't raise any more protest after that.
That leaves Maris. The fuck are we going to put her?
“That takes care of Egan. But where am I going to stay? I can't exactly share a couch with him,” Maris says.
She fucking can't. Don't like the implications of that. Someone's gonna have to share a fucking room. Not sure who. This sucks. Everything's out of fucking order.
I sigh. “Someone's going to have to share.”
Calla finds that funny. Starts fucking snickering. I glare at her. “What?” I demand.
“Wes can give her his room. You two can share. It's not like you don't think about it already,” she suggests.
I'm not fucking blushing. Don't blush.
“I was just about to suggest that!” Wes exclaims.
He looks so happy at the idea. Like a puppy with a new toy. Can't fucking say no to him. Never can.
I say, “Sure, that works. I'll share with Wes. Maris can have his old room. And Egan will sleep on the couch.”
Wes seems like he might die of happiness. He shouts, “This is going to be so much fun!”
Gotta admit I'm kind of excited, too. Egan? Not so fucking excited about his rooming arrangement. He doesn't look happy to be stuck with the couch. Don't fucking care.
“Is that everything?” I ask.
Why am I leading this fucking meeting? Isn't that Kalen's job? But it is my fucking house. With too many people in it.
“Yeah, that's everything for now,” Maris agrees.
“So, I guess we're done here,” Kalen says.
Wes fucking leaps out of his chair. Knocks it over. “I'll go get my stuff now!” Moves like he took a megadose of StimTabs. Never seen him go that fucking fast. And that's saying something. It's Wes.
Egan stands up. “I'm going upstairs. There's no reason for me to stay here.”
He's fucking red again. Being mortal doesn't look good on him. Don't think being a god looks so fucking good on me. No matter what Wes says.
Kalen gets up and leaves. Doesn't even fucking say anything. Then it's just me, Maris, Calla and Brendan.
Maris says, “You need to tell your security system to recognize me and Egan. Don't want to have to fight those robots again. I can handle them, but I would rather not have to.”
Brendan's eyes widen. “You really successfully fought off Devin's security robots? How?”
Don't want to hear Maris talk about fucking magic again. No such thing as magic anyway. Still don't wanna hear about it.
“Heading upstairs,” I mumble.
I'll leave them to talk about that bullshit if they fucking want to. Get out of my seat. Head upstairs like I said I would. Don't know why my chest is tight. No fucking reason for it to be tight. Must be the dust in the basement. Yeah, that's it. We need to do something about the fucking dust.
When I get to the door to my room, it hits me. I don't have any fucking extra beds to give Wes. Somehow didn't think about that. Guess we gotta share. Fucking share. I don't share my bed. But it's Wes. Kind of want to share with him.
I'm lost in thought when Wes bursts out of the room. Door almost fucking knocks me over. I step back just in time.
Wes squeaks, “I can't wait to sleep with you!”
He pauses. I feel my cheeks burn. Not fucking blushing. Don't do that.
Wes realizes what he said. “I mean in the same bed. Just sleeping!” Looks almost fucking disappointed to have to point that out.
Not sure what to fucking say.
“I'm gonna go make dinner!” Wes scrambles off before I can try to say anything.
Dinner's fucking awkward. Table's too fucking crowded. I'm not hungry anyway.
Calla smirks. “Now you know how it feels not to be hungry when everyone's eating, don't you? Welcome to the club.”
Fucking sucks. Egan's not enjoying himself either. He's eating but acting like it's fucking beneath him. Think he's upsetting Wes, who made the dinner. Don't like that.
“Didn't realize you knew how to use a fork and knife,” Calla says.
Egan reddens again.
When dinner's over, I almost sigh with relief. Can't wait for bedtime. Day has been way too fucking long. Too bad bedtime takes forever to come. SimFighting doesn't take my mind off things. Egan looks on. He's fucking bitter because he's got no neurovision implant and no magic. Can't fucking play at all. That cheers me up, a little.
I know it's bedtime when Wes fucking flies off the couch. He races up the stairs like a monster from one of the vids is chasing him. I follow. Gotta say, Wes' energy is kinda fucking infectious. Hope I'll be able to sleep, though. Need my fucking sleep. Don't care that I'm not human. Still need my sleep.
After I wash up and change, I find my heart racing. Not sure why. No reason to be fucking nervous.
I exit the bathroom and take my hair down. Wes just fucking stares at me.
“Your hair,” he breathes.
What about it? It's my fucking hair.
“It's so shiny. You're glowing, Devin.”
“Not fucking glowing,” I mutter.
“But you are,” he says. Then he starts taking off all his clothes, boxers included.
“Just what are doing?” I ask.
“I sleep in the nude!”
My cheeks fucking burn. Not blushing.
I stammer, “Would you - would you mind wearing boxers?”
“I can do that.” Wes pulls his boxers all the way back on.
I'm relieved. Not disappointed at all he agreed to do that.
We get into the bed. Never fucking shared before. Gotta admit, not sure how to do this. I wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. Bump into Wes.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“No problem!” he says.
Then he fucking puts his arms around me. So we're fucking spooning. Should tell him to stop. Can't fucking sleep with someone on me like this. Something keeps me from pushing him off, though. Don't know why I don't say or do anything. But I fucking don't. Just let him hold me like that.
I'm not a fucking cuddler. Too intimate. And it's Wes. My best friend. But it's been a long fucking day. Maybe that's why I don't tell him to quit it. Because I'm exhausted from all the shit that happened today. That's gotta be it.
Not sure how long we just lie there. I don't fucking share my bed. I don't fucking cuddle, but it's almost relaxing to be like this with Wes. Might even be able to fall asleep this way. Kind of would like to fall asleep this way. I feel my cheeks heat up for some fucking reason. Don't get why and don't like it. Just want to enjoy this.
Out of fucking nowhere, Wes lets me go. Scrambles away. I turn around to look at him. The fuck? He's bright fucking red.
“Something the matter, Wes?” I ask. Did I do something wrong?
“N-nothing,” he stammers.
I don't fucking buy it. “Not nothing, Wes. You okay? What happened?”
He won't say. Just turns redder. That's when I notice where he's covering himself. I feel my whole fucking face heat up. Feel something else, too. The fuck?
Can't be feeling that. No way. Just no reason for me to - I can't fucking even. The fuck is wrong with me? I take a deep breath. Remember I don't fucking breathe anymore. Try to will that away. It doesn't fucking work. I must avoid looking at Wes. Feel bad he's so uncomfortable, though. Almost want to reach out to him. Can't fucking do that as I am now. No way.
Don't even mean to, but I do reach out for him. Even with that fucking feeling. Put a hand on his shoulder. No idea what I'm fucking doing. Out of my fucking element, here.
“It's okay, Wes,” I say.
His eyes get fucking huge. Shiny, too. Can't help staring into them. Offer a small smile. I don't wanna see Wes look so fucking sad. Gotta put a smile back on his face. Not sure how to do that. I take his arms. Try and wrap them around me. The fuck am I even doing? Somehow, we end up in each other's arms. Faces inches apart. My heart's fucking racing, though I don't even have a pulse anymore. Wes' eyes are still fucking huge, but he doesn't look as sad. That's a good sign, right?
Not sure what fucking comes over me. I lean in and kiss Wes. Have maybe a nanosecond to wonder what's wrong with me before he kisses me back. Somehow didn't fucking expect that. He keeps kissing me. Fucking insistent about it, too. My whole body shivers. Feels fucking warm. Makes me want more.
Wes pushes his tongue into my mouth. I let him. Feel my body fucking shiver again. Not sure what I'm doing, but I fucking want more. No, I fucking need more. It's not like I haven't done this before, but it's Wes. Not just anyone, this time. Can't fucking screw this up.
Don't ever want this to stop. Wes rolls me so he's on top of me. My whole body's flushed with aching fucking need. Wes keeps kissing me. I writhe underneath him. More, gotta have more. He breaks the kiss. I fucking whimper.
“More,” I whine. Can't fucking help myself.
His eyes fucking flash with desire. Wes grabs the edges of my shirt. Pulls it off of me before I even realize it. I shiver again. Ache so fucking bad. That only gets worse as Wes goes to kiss my neck. I close my eyes. Try to savor the moment. Want to keep this in my memory for forever.
The pleasure is almost too fucking much. My whole body shakes with my desire. Wes teases my neck with his tongue, and I think I fucking lose it. Let out a moan. Barely sounds fucking human. I writhe underneath him again. Pull him closer. Want to press him to me until we're fucking one.
Shiver so fucking hard when he starts kissing down my chest. The noises I make now are nowhere near fucking human. I ache so bad it hurts. Feels so good. Almost too good to be real. Fucking need more. Desperate now. Warmth floods me. Wes keeps moving lower. He's near the waistband of my pajama pants now. Then he fucking stops, like he's worried.
I look into his eyes. Why'd he stop? I try to tell him it's okay without words. Can't really speak now.
Wes' voice is almost a whisper. “I - I've never done this before.”
“No fucking way can you be bad at it,” I manage. It's Wes; there's no way.
He pulls down my pants, exposing me. It's obvious how much I fucking want this. He kneels between my legs, still hesitant.
“It's okay,” I say.
Wes takes me in his mouth. Almost lose it right then and there. Never felt anything so fucking perfect. I writhe. Grab the sheets. That ache gets worse as he slides his lips up and down my cock. The noises coming from me now are so fucking inhuman. This is fucking paradise. Better than fucking paradise.
He looks up at me, and I catch his eyes. It stops my heart that doesn't even need to beat anymore. Too fucking wonderful. Wes keeps working me. I feel myself getting close to the edge. It will be soon. I know it will be fucking soon.
I cry out as I come. It shakes my whole body, head to fucking toe. Just perfect. The kind of perfect that's hard to believe is fucking real. Could swear Wes is smiling as he swallows. I know I am fucking smiling. I must have a expression of pure bliss on my face. Wes is pure fucking bliss.
Don't know long it takes for me to recover. Think it wasn't long at all. And I still want fucking more. That wasn't enough for me. Nowhere near enough. Can feel myself get hard again. Wes crawls up next to me. So nice and warm. Still, cuddling isn't what I want right now.
It's not what Wes wants, either. He whispers, “I want to take you.”
I scramble for my lube. Never thought I would get to use it for this. I'm so fucking lucky.
“Don't bother with fingers,” I say.
I think I see him tremble in anticipation as I help him lube up.
“Don't worry about it. Just hurry up and do it, okay?”
He gets between my legs. I shake with my own anticipation. Want this so fucking bad. When Wes pushes into me, I cry out. He looks worried.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
Wes does. He goes slow at first, unsure of himself. Has no reason to be. Feels fucking great. I'm stretched just fucking right. He grabs my shoulders. I moan as he thrusts. That encourages him to go faster. That's what I fucking want.
Pleasure floods me. Fucking overtakes me as Wes finds my spot. Hits it over and fucking over. I look into his eyes. Want to watch his face because it's Wes. Can't fucking believe it. Too fucking amazing.
Wes grabs my dick. Starts stroking me. Think I'm gonna fucking go over soon. Don't want this to end, though. Don't ever want to lose that look of bliss on Wes' face. Want to see that forever. Wes doesn't seem like he can hold out much longer than I can. His thrusts grow erratic as I get ever fucking closer.
I go over the edge, letting out the loudest fucking moan I have yet. Wes lets go of me as I become soft again. A few thrusts later, he comes, too. The look on his face as he does? Fucking priceless.
All of this is fucking priceless. Fucking ll of it. Wes slides out of me, wearing this huge satisfied smile. So fucking perfect. Can't imagine anything better, except for when Wes crawls up to lie by my side again. He snuggles against my body. I hug him to me. Never fucking want to let him go. Not ever. Can't ever fucking lose him.
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written for the hc_bingo prompt "Cuddling"
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
This entry is NSFW.
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I glare at everyone at the meeting table. As if that would make the number of fucking people shrink. The fuck are we going to fit them into this house? It should just be me and Wes. Not all these fucking extras. Seems like more keep spawning every fucking day.
Not like I have a choice, though. Fuck.
I say, “Not sure how everyone's going to fit. Don't exactly have any more rooms.” We fucking don't.
“You're going to have to figure it out,” Maris tells me.
No shit. I fucking know that. This is supposed to be my house.
Calla snickers. “Egan can stay on the couch. It's not like that'll kill him. Unless his mortal form is even weaker than he looks.”
He protests, “I hardly think that's appropriate.”
It would be fine by me.
Maris smiles. “If that doesn't work for you, I can always take you back home.”
“This - this is ridiculous,” he stammers.
Calla asks, “So you would rather be homeless?”
“N-no.” Egan doesn't raise any more protest after that.
That leaves Maris. The fuck are we going to put her?
“That takes care of Egan. But where am I going to stay? I can't exactly share a couch with him,” Maris says.
She fucking can't. Don't like the implications of that. Someone's gonna have to share a fucking room. Not sure who. This sucks. Everything's out of fucking order.
I sigh. “Someone's going to have to share.”
Calla finds that funny. Starts fucking snickering. I glare at her. “What?” I demand.
“Wes can give her his room. You two can share. It's not like you don't think about it already,” she suggests.
I'm not fucking blushing. Don't blush.
“I was just about to suggest that!” Wes exclaims.
He looks so happy at the idea. Like a puppy with a new toy. Can't fucking say no to him. Never can.
I say, “Sure, that works. I'll share with Wes. Maris can have his old room. And Egan will sleep on the couch.”
Wes seems like he might die of happiness. He shouts, “This is going to be so much fun!”
Gotta admit I'm kind of excited, too. Egan? Not so fucking excited about his rooming arrangement. He doesn't look happy to be stuck with the couch. Don't fucking care.
“Is that everything?” I ask.
Why am I leading this fucking meeting? Isn't that Kalen's job? But it is my fucking house. With too many people in it.
“Yeah, that's everything for now,” Maris agrees.
“So, I guess we're done here,” Kalen says.
Wes fucking leaps out of his chair. Knocks it over. “I'll go get my stuff now!” Moves like he took a megadose of StimTabs. Never seen him go that fucking fast. And that's saying something. It's Wes.
Egan stands up. “I'm going upstairs. There's no reason for me to stay here.”
He's fucking red again. Being mortal doesn't look good on him. Don't think being a god looks so fucking good on me. No matter what Wes says.
Kalen gets up and leaves. Doesn't even fucking say anything. Then it's just me, Maris, Calla and Brendan.
Maris says, “You need to tell your security system to recognize me and Egan. Don't want to have to fight those robots again. I can handle them, but I would rather not have to.”
Brendan's eyes widen. “You really successfully fought off Devin's security robots? How?”
Don't want to hear Maris talk about fucking magic again. No such thing as magic anyway. Still don't wanna hear about it.
“Heading upstairs,” I mumble.
I'll leave them to talk about that bullshit if they fucking want to. Get out of my seat. Head upstairs like I said I would. Don't know why my chest is tight. No fucking reason for it to be tight. Must be the dust in the basement. Yeah, that's it. We need to do something about the fucking dust.
When I get to the door to my room, it hits me. I don't have any fucking extra beds to give Wes. Somehow didn't think about that. Guess we gotta share. Fucking share. I don't share my bed. But it's Wes. Kind of want to share with him.
I'm lost in thought when Wes bursts out of the room. Door almost fucking knocks me over. I step back just in time.
Wes squeaks, “I can't wait to sleep with you!”
He pauses. I feel my cheeks burn. Not fucking blushing. Don't do that.
Wes realizes what he said. “I mean in the same bed. Just sleeping!” Looks almost fucking disappointed to have to point that out.
Not sure what to fucking say.
“I'm gonna go make dinner!” Wes scrambles off before I can try to say anything.
Dinner's fucking awkward. Table's too fucking crowded. I'm not hungry anyway.
Calla smirks. “Now you know how it feels not to be hungry when everyone's eating, don't you? Welcome to the club.”
Fucking sucks. Egan's not enjoying himself either. He's eating but acting like it's fucking beneath him. Think he's upsetting Wes, who made the dinner. Don't like that.
“Didn't realize you knew how to use a fork and knife,” Calla says.
Egan reddens again.
When dinner's over, I almost sigh with relief. Can't wait for bedtime. Day has been way too fucking long. Too bad bedtime takes forever to come. SimFighting doesn't take my mind off things. Egan looks on. He's fucking bitter because he's got no neurovision implant and no magic. Can't fucking play at all. That cheers me up, a little.
I know it's bedtime when Wes fucking flies off the couch. He races up the stairs like a monster from one of the vids is chasing him. I follow. Gotta say, Wes' energy is kinda fucking infectious. Hope I'll be able to sleep, though. Need my fucking sleep. Don't care that I'm not human. Still need my sleep.
After I wash up and change, I find my heart racing. Not sure why. No reason to be fucking nervous.
I exit the bathroom and take my hair down. Wes just fucking stares at me.
“Your hair,” he breathes.
What about it? It's my fucking hair.
“It's so shiny. You're glowing, Devin.”
“Not fucking glowing,” I mutter.
“But you are,” he says. Then he starts taking off all his clothes, boxers included.
“Just what are doing?” I ask.
“I sleep in the nude!”
My cheeks fucking burn. Not blushing.
I stammer, “Would you - would you mind wearing boxers?”
“I can do that.” Wes pulls his boxers all the way back on.
I'm relieved. Not disappointed at all he agreed to do that.
We get into the bed. Never fucking shared before. Gotta admit, not sure how to do this. I wriggle around, trying to get comfortable. Bump into Wes.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“No problem!” he says.
Then he fucking puts his arms around me. So we're fucking spooning. Should tell him to stop. Can't fucking sleep with someone on me like this. Something keeps me from pushing him off, though. Don't know why I don't say or do anything. But I fucking don't. Just let him hold me like that.
I'm not a fucking cuddler. Too intimate. And it's Wes. My best friend. But it's been a long fucking day. Maybe that's why I don't tell him to quit it. Because I'm exhausted from all the shit that happened today. That's gotta be it.
Not sure how long we just lie there. I don't fucking share my bed. I don't fucking cuddle, but it's almost relaxing to be like this with Wes. Might even be able to fall asleep this way. Kind of would like to fall asleep this way. I feel my cheeks heat up for some fucking reason. Don't get why and don't like it. Just want to enjoy this.
Out of fucking nowhere, Wes lets me go. Scrambles away. I turn around to look at him. The fuck? He's bright fucking red.
“Something the matter, Wes?” I ask. Did I do something wrong?
“N-nothing,” he stammers.
I don't fucking buy it. “Not nothing, Wes. You okay? What happened?”
He won't say. Just turns redder. That's when I notice where he's covering himself. I feel my whole fucking face heat up. Feel something else, too. The fuck?
Can't be feeling that. No way. Just no reason for me to - I can't fucking even. The fuck is wrong with me? I take a deep breath. Remember I don't fucking breathe anymore. Try to will that away. It doesn't fucking work. I must avoid looking at Wes. Feel bad he's so uncomfortable, though. Almost want to reach out to him. Can't fucking do that as I am now. No way.
Don't even mean to, but I do reach out for him. Even with that fucking feeling. Put a hand on his shoulder. No idea what I'm fucking doing. Out of my fucking element, here.
“It's okay, Wes,” I say.
His eyes get fucking huge. Shiny, too. Can't help staring into them. Offer a small smile. I don't wanna see Wes look so fucking sad. Gotta put a smile back on his face. Not sure how to do that. I take his arms. Try and wrap them around me. The fuck am I even doing? Somehow, we end up in each other's arms. Faces inches apart. My heart's fucking racing, though I don't even have a pulse anymore. Wes' eyes are still fucking huge, but he doesn't look as sad. That's a good sign, right?
Not sure what fucking comes over me. I lean in and kiss Wes. Have maybe a nanosecond to wonder what's wrong with me before he kisses me back. Somehow didn't fucking expect that. He keeps kissing me. Fucking insistent about it, too. My whole body shivers. Feels fucking warm. Makes me want more.
Wes pushes his tongue into my mouth. I let him. Feel my body fucking shiver again. Not sure what I'm doing, but I fucking want more. No, I fucking need more. It's not like I haven't done this before, but it's Wes. Not just anyone, this time. Can't fucking screw this up.
Don't ever want this to stop. Wes rolls me so he's on top of me. My whole body's flushed with aching fucking need. Wes keeps kissing me. I writhe underneath him. More, gotta have more. He breaks the kiss. I fucking whimper.
“More,” I whine. Can't fucking help myself.
His eyes fucking flash with desire. Wes grabs the edges of my shirt. Pulls it off of me before I even realize it. I shiver again. Ache so fucking bad. That only gets worse as Wes goes to kiss my neck. I close my eyes. Try to savor the moment. Want to keep this in my memory for forever.
The pleasure is almost too fucking much. My whole body shakes with my desire. Wes teases my neck with his tongue, and I think I fucking lose it. Let out a moan. Barely sounds fucking human. I writhe underneath him again. Pull him closer. Want to press him to me until we're fucking one.
Shiver so fucking hard when he starts kissing down my chest. The noises I make now are nowhere near fucking human. I ache so bad it hurts. Feels so good. Almost too good to be real. Fucking need more. Desperate now. Warmth floods me. Wes keeps moving lower. He's near the waistband of my pajama pants now. Then he fucking stops, like he's worried.
I look into his eyes. Why'd he stop? I try to tell him it's okay without words. Can't really speak now.
Wes' voice is almost a whisper. “I - I've never done this before.”
“No fucking way can you be bad at it,” I manage. It's Wes; there's no way.
He pulls down my pants, exposing me. It's obvious how much I fucking want this. He kneels between my legs, still hesitant.
“It's okay,” I say.
Wes takes me in his mouth. Almost lose it right then and there. Never felt anything so fucking perfect. I writhe. Grab the sheets. That ache gets worse as he slides his lips up and down my cock. The noises coming from me now are so fucking inhuman. This is fucking paradise. Better than fucking paradise.
He looks up at me, and I catch his eyes. It stops my heart that doesn't even need to beat anymore. Too fucking wonderful. Wes keeps working me. I feel myself getting close to the edge. It will be soon. I know it will be fucking soon.
I cry out as I come. It shakes my whole body, head to fucking toe. Just perfect. The kind of perfect that's hard to believe is fucking real. Could swear Wes is smiling as he swallows. I know I am fucking smiling. I must have a expression of pure bliss on my face. Wes is pure fucking bliss.
Don't know long it takes for me to recover. Think it wasn't long at all. And I still want fucking more. That wasn't enough for me. Nowhere near enough. Can feel myself get hard again. Wes crawls up next to me. So nice and warm. Still, cuddling isn't what I want right now.
It's not what Wes wants, either. He whispers, “I want to take you.”
I scramble for my lube. Never thought I would get to use it for this. I'm so fucking lucky.
“Don't bother with fingers,” I say.
I think I see him tremble in anticipation as I help him lube up.
“Don't worry about it. Just hurry up and do it, okay?”
He gets between my legs. I shake with my own anticipation. Want this so fucking bad. When Wes pushes into me, I cry out. He looks worried.
“Keep going,” I tell him.
Wes does. He goes slow at first, unsure of himself. Has no reason to be. Feels fucking great. I'm stretched just fucking right. He grabs my shoulders. I moan as he thrusts. That encourages him to go faster. That's what I fucking want.
Pleasure floods me. Fucking overtakes me as Wes finds my spot. Hits it over and fucking over. I look into his eyes. Want to watch his face because it's Wes. Can't fucking believe it. Too fucking amazing.
Wes grabs my dick. Starts stroking me. Think I'm gonna fucking go over soon. Don't want this to end, though. Don't ever want to lose that look of bliss on Wes' face. Want to see that forever. Wes doesn't seem like he can hold out much longer than I can. His thrusts grow erratic as I get ever fucking closer.
I go over the edge, letting out the loudest fucking moan I have yet. Wes lets go of me as I become soft again. A few thrusts later, he comes, too. The look on his face as he does? Fucking priceless.
All of this is fucking priceless. Fucking ll of it. Wes slides out of me, wearing this huge satisfied smile. So fucking perfect. Can't imagine anything better, except for when Wes crawls up to lie by my side again. He snuggles against my body. I hug him to me. Never fucking want to let him go. Not ever. Can't ever fucking lose him.
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written for the hc_bingo prompt "Cuddling"