Alex realizes, somewhere in the haze, that Mahiro literally means he won’t stop f*****g him until Alex tells him to. That he wants Alex to tell him when it’s too much, to stop him, to give him permission to come only when Alex is satisfied.
And it is absolutely blowing Alex’s mind.
He picks his head up and looks Mahiro dead in the eyes. “Keep going,” he says. “Keep f*****g me until you’re ready to pass out. I want you to f**k me until I come again, until I have nothing left. Then I want you to come inside me and let it drip down my legs. I want to pull up my pants and walk back out there and feel it for the rest of the night.” Mahiro’s eyes go wide, and Alex can’t stop talking, the rush and tumble of words falling out faster than he can even process what he’s saying. He can feel himself
