Page 31 of We Own Each Other

And I had failed.

I sat up, gently nudging his thighs open.

I was trying to come up with a game plan before waking him up, to hopefully be able to at least comfort him before we had to go through the painstaking process of emptying him, but then he stirred again.

His eyes fluttered open. Luke’s gaze met mine, but I wasn’t sure he was quite seeing me. Still, I shushed him, grabbing his thighs to try and keep him from moving, but he stretched out.

Instantly, his eyes flared open.

Biting his lower lip, he muffled an intense groan, and all the while, his hole was pulsing, like it couldn’t decide if it needed to push out the weight inside or desperately hold it in. Panicking, he moved to sit up, but this time I pressed my hand firmly against his chest, pushing him back down into the mattress. Tears were swimming in his eyes, and he was openly cursing me out, but I just shook my head.

“Don’t move. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He was frozen, staring into my soul, but his heart was thrumming wildly against my palm.

I continued to make soft shushing sounds, as if that would slow his racing heart, but to no avail.

So I focused on what was causing him the most trouble.

I scooted backward and off the bed, holding up my hand to prompt him to stay completely still. He thankfully followed my wordless instructions, though his brows were knit together in blatant distrust. I had to admit, part of me enjoyed it because I couldn’t wait to prove to him that he could trust and rely on me.

I made my way around the bed to my side table.

Opening the drawer, I found all my usual toys, mostly black and shiny silicone or shimmering metal, but what I needed was plastic and clear.

I plucked it out and then climbed back into bed. Luke couldn’t look back at me from this angle without moving the balls, but the stiffness in his shoulders and the way his hands dug into the bedspread beneath him made it clear he was still terribly uncomfortable.

I tried my best not to move him too much as I neared, but once I was at his head, there was no other choice. Sliding my arms beneath his armpits, I felt him alternate between shuddering and freezing into a stiff board. I murmured as many sweet nothings to him as I could, pulling him up into my lap and against my body, all the while those cruel balls inside of him jostled and knocked against each other and his insides.

As soon as he was settled against me, I held the plastic bottle I had retrieved in front of him. Instantly, I felt his body relax. His head finally settled back against my shoulder, his face turning to nestle into the crook of my neck.

For once, I was so thankful my cock was as small as it was because the heat of his breath and that complete trust in me washing over him was a major turn-on.

I popped the cap off the lubricant and poured the viscous fluid into the palm of my hand. Luke’s legs naturally parted, knees lifting to open himself as wide as he could without using his hands. If I wasn’t so worried about taking care of him, this would’ve been the start of some really fun play, but this was all the result of our play the night before. And the guilt of having failed to give him proper aftercare dampened every ounce of lust that had roused within me.

I spread the lube across my fingers, careful to make sure I was thoroughly covered before I finally reached down between Luke’s legs.

His body shuddered as my fingers brushed across his swollen taint, and his hands found my thighs and squeezed.

I pressed my lips to his forehead, humming against his flesh as it burned to life with a new layer of sweat. Then, I pressed my fingers into his entrance. His body jolted upward into me, shaking and quivering as I widened his opening enough for that first ball to start sliding outward.

In a hushed whisper, I said:

“Push.”

It wasn’t a command, just a whisper. Yet, he responded just the same.

He cried out as his muscles tightened in response. Within a few seconds, the first ball slid right into my hand. We repeated this over and over again for the second, third, and fourth balls until all but one lay wet and cold on the bed.

All of the sweat from the night before had long dried up, but we were both wet and slick again, Luke’s effort and heat soaking into me and leaving me panting right along with him. This wasn’t meant to be play at all, but somehow I could feel this intense connection between us as if it were. I could feel every ounce of his exhaustion weighing us down alongside the relief as his body grew lighter and lighter with each ball leaving him.

I had always suspected my perfect partner was out there somewhere, and I would know it just as easily as the Doms and Subs could feel they had found theirs. Maybe Switches didn’t have the same connection as they did, but maybe ours was even more special since we had to make it for ourselves.

I was so much more certain about this as Luke peered up at me, his eyes swimming with tears, and he smiled.

An intense warmth washed over me, unlike anything I had felt before.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I pressed my lips to his. He reciprocated, his lips working in perfect tandem against mine.