His (BxB)

Part 10

I wake up to the sound of someone talking in low volume, almost like whispering. But I cannot quite catch what's the talking about. The source seems a little bit far from where I am right now. I open my eyes to find out that I am currently laying in William's comfortable king-sized bed with my back facing the door.

I don't remember covering myself with a blanket before, but I can feel its warmth shielding my n***d body from the cold blow of air conditioner. It must be William who covered me. He's always been such a caring boyfriend. Knowing that the other side of the bed is empty, I roll my body a bit to allow my eyes observing another area of this room.

"William..." My voice comes out really awful due to my extremely dry mouth.

Hearing his name being called, William hurriedly shuts the door and steps closer towards the bed. It's not until he is close enough that I see him bringing a tray with two cups in his hands. He carefully puts them on the night stand before helping me to bring myself up to a sitting position. I wince at a sharp pain in my bottom area as I try to sit.

"Slowly, Baby." He speaks in a husky voice while taking a sit behind me. Letting my body to lean back on his strong chest as a support.

"…hurt."

"Shh... Don't talk. Your throat is still sore." He carefully takes one cup from the tray he brought earlier, and brings it in front of me. "Drink this."

I take in the sight of warm beverage before me, it's tea. I probably look very exhausted since he doesn't let me hold the cup myself. I have no other choice but to obediently drink it from his offering hand. I don't know what kind of tea it is, but it smells really good.

"Thank you." I get my voice back as I finish drinking half of my tea.

He wraps his hands around my body from behind after putting the cup back on the tray. I can feel his fluffy sweater brushing against my n***d skin. His hands gently caress at my skinny chest. "It's chamomile. I supposed you'd hurt your throat since you screamed a lot. So, I ask the maid to prepare it while you're sleeping."

I flush at the information. "I'm sorry." I know I did scream a lot. But I couldn't help it. At first, it was more painful than I have ever imagined. Probably just because it's my first time. I only hope that I wasn't torn down there because I can still feel this disturbing stinging sensation in my lower back.

"No need to feel sorry, Lou. I liked that." He occasionally gives a small kiss on my left shoulder. "And I apologize if I hurt you too much. You know I didn't mean it, don't you?"

I nod at that. Of course, I know. William won't ever have the slightest intention to hurt me. He's like the kindest person alive. I take both of his hands that are keeping me secure in his hug and hold them close in my chest.

"William?"

"Hm?"

"May I ask why you kept holding my neck when we're..." I'm still not used to say the word 'have s*x', but I hope he gets what I'm trying to ask.

"Did that hurt you?" He inquires me back.

I shake my head in negative. "No."

"You didn't like that?"

"Not that, William. It's just... I'm not used to it." I honestly want to ask whether he's going to do that if we ever get to have s*x again. But I choose not to.

"Same here, Lou."

I glance at him. Does that mean it was also a first-time thing for him?

"I never did that before. I didn't know what came over me but I felt a strange urge to put you within my grasp and I was worried that you would slip away at any second."

I smile at his answer. Does he really think that I can just leave him? Why do I even want that? It's clear to me that William has an undeniably strong desire to be with me. And why would anyone ever thought about leaving when they feel so much wanted by their partners.

"I'm not going anywhere, William."

I'm not sure whether he's actually convinced by that or not. He merely takes a deep breath and tightens his hold around my n***d body. He rests his chin on my left shoulder until I can hear his calm and soft breaths blowing close to my neck.

"Baby," He murmurs behind my left ear, "Would it be too much if I ask you to start getting used to it? Because It pleases me a lot."

I can tell that the question isn't really meant to be a question. I know him pretty well to understand that he's actually demanding me to get used to him holding my neck whenever we have s*x. And that means he's going to do it again.

I give him no verbal response and merely shake my head, signalling that I don't mind at all. It's obvious that William likes to see me under his control. And probably it serves him a great sense of dominance or superiority by doing that. If that really pleases him, then there's no reason for me to deny his request. I want him to feel happy with me after all.

"What time is it?" I haven't told my mom that I'll be coming home late.

"Almost 5 PM." He answers "I called your mother and told her that you're staying here tonight."

I look at him in askance. I mean, why would he do that? Is he planning to have another round of...? Oh no. I don't think I can take any more of that today. I'm still very sore. Should I let him know?

"I don't want to make her worry." He adds.

"Why would she?"

"I don't think tonight you'll be able to walk straight without limping." He starts to explain. "So, I don't expect you to walk around and hurting yourself. You can also have your dinner in bed. I'll accompany you."

His answer truly is beyond my prediction. He reckons that I am still quite sore and he cares so much about my well-being. That automatically sends a warm feeling straight to my chest and I fall in love with him all over again, if that even makes sense. "Thank you, William." I show him my best smile.

"Don't worry, Baby. Next time I'll be sure to prepare you first. And over time, it won't feel as painful anymore." William speaks as he proceeds to get up from his bed and bends down to kiss me on the lips. "Come on, Lou. Let's get you cleaned up."

He helps me to get up and walks my n***d body to the connected bathroom. He's right. I can barely walk straight right now. The soreness stings sharper with every step I take. Fortunately, William doesn't leave me in the bathroom alone. After switching the water on, he tucks me in the tub, and rolls up his sleeves to help me wash my back and my legs. How can I not be grateful to have such a wonderful boyfriend? Sometimes I don't get why I keep on angering him with my stupidity.

"I'm truly sorry." He seems confused hearing my sudden apology. "About the necklace."

"Already forgiven, Lou." He smiles at me. "Just remember to always be honest with me, okay? It shouldn't be difficult for you. You know you're mine, don't you?"

I nod at that. "I love you." I don't know why I suddenly say that but I feel like saying it.

William stops his hands from soaping my arm and takes a moment to gaze closely at me. His silvery blue eyes deliver no particular messages. Or maybe because I've never been so good at reading my boyfriend's expression.

"You do?" He asks flatly. This is actually the first time he ever verbally responds to my 'I love you'. Usually he just responds me with a kiss. Perhaps he never thought that I've been telling the truth all this time.

"Yes, I do." I answer with genuine excitement. He has to believe it. I mean, it must be written clearly all over my face, right? That I love him obviously.

"But I don't suppose you would come with me to live in NYC after I graduate, would you?"

Eh?

Getting no prompt response from me, William proceeds to drain the bathtub and turns the shower on. He helps me to stand up in the tub and starts rinsing my hair and my body. My hands are automatically busy rubbing my skin to get rid of the foamy soap. "I mentioned that to your mother as well when I called her. And I plan to discuss it further with both of your parents on my upcoming visit to your house."

"So, you won't be staying here after you finish high school?" I inquire since I don't know how to respond to his sudden request.

"No. I'll go to college and study business in New York. It's about time for me to start looking after my companies." He explains. "But I'm not keen on living far away from my boyfriend. You wouldn't mind coming with me, would you?"

"I... Uh..." I'm not sure what to answer. It's so sudden and the moment is somewhat random. "I still have high school to finish."

"You will continue it in a new school, a better one. Unlike this homophobic school we're going to." He stops the water and put the shower head down once he's done with it. He then takes a second to observe my confused-looking eyes. "There's nothing good for you here, except for your parents. And we can still visit them sometimes. But apart from them, you have nothing else to lose. Right?"

He puts enough pressure on the question. He expects a straight answer whenever he uses such tone. But I'm still in confusion. I can't decide something this big in a very short moment. This is all too shocking.

"Can uh... Can I think about it first?"

William's expression changes after hearing my question. He's now giving me a hurtful look as if I just bombed him with a big NO. "What is it to think about, Lou? You said you love me, didn't you? You don't want to live with me?"

I quickly answer. "No, William. I do want that."

He quirks his eyebrows before continuing. "Meaning there's somebody here that you don't want to leave behind, right? Who is it?" The question is thick with suspicion. His tone is dropping a few degrees colder this time. He surely despises the idea of me minding about anyone else other than him. "Some other dudes?"

"No, not that. It's just... I kind of need time to process. This is all very sudden."

William silently holds out his both hands to caress my cheeks. He carefully examines my eyes. I know that he's actually looking for any signs of dishonesty in them and I don't mind that. I've got nothing to hide from him anyway.

"Alright. I understand." He finally speaks. "You can take as much time as you want to digest all of this. But we're still going to move after I graduate, okay? And I'm so glad to know that you actually want us to live together also." With that, William ends our conversation and kiss me on my forehead.

Somehow, I already knew that this matter was never up for discussion. I'm guessing that he brought about this subject only because he needed to know whether I ever considered to move in with him or not. Now that he is sure about that, he can deliberately continue to the next step which is to speak with my parents.

What matters to him is the fact that I don't object the idea of us living together. He does not feel the need to ask about when or where I prefer the living together will be. It's irrelevant to him. And I can totally understand that. I mean, him being such an alpha male, I'm sure he will insist to be the one that provides for us, right? So, it makes more senses if William being the one who decides where and when to move. Because that will all depend on his readiness, not mine.

He walks to a nearby white cabinet to acquire two clean towels and gives the smaller one to me. "Dry your hair with it."

I obediently do as he says while he uses a larger towel to dry my body. He thoroughly makes sure that there's no part of my skin goes untouched by his towel. I stop his hands once they're about to go down below my belly. "I can do this myself, William."

"Hands off." He instructs flatly without averting his eyes from my body. He doesn't seem to care about my request and keeps rubbing the towel down to my lower body parts. I know that he's being extra careful not to cause discomfort due to the soreness in my bottom.

"Please, that's enough, William. It's alright, you really don't have to." I try to stop him again as he's about to go down to reach my thighs.

This time he listens to me and stops his movement. He's back to standing up straight and fixing his intense gaze at my eyes. I can sense impatience from the way his eyebrows curve. "What is the problem, Lou? You don't like me taking care of you? Would you prefer other guys to do it?"

"No. It's just... I feel uncomfortable... to be standing while you're inclining your body like that. It feels weird to me, and rather disrespectful."

I don't know if any of that will make any sense to him. I hope he knows that it feels so awfully wrong to let him lowering his body before me like just now, even if it's only for drying my legs. Maybe, this is just my weirdness or I'm probably abnormal. But it doesn't serve me a feeling of inferiority that I should be having whenever I'm around my boyfriend and I hate that. He's a much better existence than I am. And I don't want to treat him with anything less than respect. So how can I let him bow his body down and wipe my legs while I'm standing up? I just can't.

William amazes at my answer and then smiles. Seemingly like a victory smile. There's one glimmer of pride in that amused face he's making. Probably feeling proud to hear my explanation which emphasizes somewhat initiatives to voluntarily submit to him. He drops the towel in the empty bathtub and collects me into his hug. I find myself enjoying the warmth of his fluffy gray sweater while being hugged.

"Very docile. Naturally submissive. Just exactly the way I like." He whispers while tightening his hug.

I'm not sure whom he's whispering those words to. Although I'm the only one -apart from him- in this bathroom, he doesn't seem to be talking to me right now. He's sounded more like having his own monologue voiced out verbally. Like he's talking to his inner self.

"I promise I will never leave you. I will never let you slip through my fingers." This time, he obviously speaks to me. "I can't wait until we really be together, Baby. I know you can't either."

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