My body felt like it had been split open and poorly stitched back together. Every heartbeat throbbed around him—his cock still buried deep, still hard, still stretching me past what I thought I could take. The burn hadn't dulled; if anything, the stillness made it sharper—constant, pulsing pressure that radiated out to my thighs, my lower back, even up into my stomach. I could feel the slow leak of him trickling out around where we were joined—warm, sticky—dripping down between my cheeks and pooling on the sheet beneath me.
I wanted to push him off. Wanted to curl up and hide. But my arms wouldn't move. My legs felt like lead. All I could do was tremble—small, helpless shivers that made him throb inside me every time my walls clenched weakly.
Morvash lifted his head from my chest. Blue hair fell into his eyes; he didn't bother pushing it back. Just looked at me—lazy smile, lips shiny and swollen.
"You're so pretty when you cry," he said softly, almost sweetly. Thumb brushed another tear from my cheek, then brought it to his mouth—licked it off slow, like it tasted good.
I whimpered—small, cracked sound. "Please… pull out. It hurts so much…"
He tilted his head. Smile didn't fade.
"In a minute," he murmured. "I like feeling you around me."
He rolled his hips once—tiny, lazy circle. The drag made me gasp—sharp sting flaring bright inside.
"Nn—ahh…!"
My nails dug into his arms—weak, trembling. Tears spilled faster; I couldn't stop them.
He kissed my cheek—soft, open-mouthed—then licked the wet trail down to my jaw. "Shh… breathe."
His mouth returned to my nipple—slow sucks, tongue circling the bud like he had all night. The sensation shot straight down—sharp contrast to the deep ache—and my walls clenched again without permission.
He groaned low—vibrating against my skin.
"Renji… do that again."
I shook my head—small, frantic. "Can't… hurts…"
But my body didn't listen. Every gentle pull of his mouth made me flutter around him—weak, involuntary spasms that only made the stretch worse. He rocked again—slow grind, barely moving, just enough to remind me how full I was.
"Haa… ngh… Morvash—please—"
He lifted his head. Looked at me with those half-lidded eyes—blue like storm clouds, soft and cruel all at once.
"You say stop," he whispered, "but your body keeps pulling me in."
His hand slid down—fingers brushing over my cock, which had softened but twitched at the touch. He didn't stroke—just rested his palm there, warm and steady.
"See?" he said."
I sobbed—quiet, broken. "It's too much… I can't—"
He kissed me then—slow, deep. Tongue sliding in lazy, tasting the salt of my tears. I couldn't kiss back properly—just let him take it, let him swallow my small whimpers.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine.
"I know it hurts," he said softly. "I know. But I missed you so much, Renji. Missed this."
He rolled his hips again—slow, deliberate circle. The head dragged over that sore spot; my back arched, a choked cry slipping out.
"Ahh—!"
"Shh…" He kissed my open mouth—gentle this time. "Just let me stay inside a little longer."
His hand on my cock started moving—slow, loose strokes. Not trying to make me come again. Just… touching. Keeping me aware. My walls fluttered harder; he groaned—low, pleased.
"You're so warm," he whispered against my lips. "I can feel every little twitch… every time you try to push me out and can't."
Tears kept coming—silent now, just streaming down my temples. I couldn't speak anymore. Could only breathe—short, shaky gasps—while he rocked gently, kissed my neck, sucked soft marks into the skin below my ear.
Minutes passed. Maybe longer. Time blurred in the dark room. His movements stayed slow—lazy rocks, tiny grinds—never pulling out far, never pushing too hard. Just enough to keep the ache alive, keep me trembling, keep him hard inside me.
Eventually my sobs quieted to small hiccups. My body stopped fighting so much—too exhausted, too overwhelmed. The burn settled into a deep, throbbing fullness I could almost bear.
He noticed.
Kissed my forehead—long, lingering.
"Good boy," he murmured. "See? You can take it."
He shifted then—slowly sat up, arms sliding under my thighs. With one smooth lift he pulled me upright—still buried deep—until I was sitting on his lap, facing him, legs straddling his hips.
The new angle drove him even deeper—the head pressing hard against that sore spot inside. Gravity pulled me down fully; I cried out—sharp, broken.
"Ahh—Morvash—!"
He wrapped his arms around my waist—held me steady against his chest. "Shh… just sit."
He started rocking up into me—slow, rolling thrusts that kept me impaled, kept the head grinding that deep place over and over. His mouth returned to my nipple—gentle sucks now, tongue circling soft.
I whimpered—weak, trembling sounds—every upward roll pulling a small "hn… haa…" from my throat. My walls clenched harder—fluttering desperately around his thickness. The friction built slow—heavy, unwanted—pushing me toward the edge again.
He groaned low against my chest—vibration traveling straight down.
"You're close," he whispered. "I can feel it… you're squeezing me so tight."
I shook my head—tears falling faster. "No… hurts—please—"
But my body betrayed me. The slow grind, the fullness, the soft sucks on my nipple—it all layered together until the pressure snapped.
I came first—weak, trembling release—small pulses spilling between us.
"Nghhh… haaah… ah—!"
The moment my walls clamped down hard around him, he groaned—deep, rough—hips stuttering up once.
"Fuck… Renji—"
He cut off my weak spasms with a harder thrust—once, twice—then buried deep and came first—thick, hot floods pulsing inside me.
"Nnngh…!"
The sudden warmth flooded everything—pushing me over again almost immediately. I sobbed—shattered, hurting cry—as my body clenched weakly through a second, smaller release.
"Ahh… nghhh—!"
He held me tight—arms locked around my waist—while he emptied deep inside, groaning low against my neck.
We stayed like that—me sitting on his lap, him still buried, still hard, arms wrapped tight around me. His mouth returned to my nipple—slow, gentle sucks again, soothing now instead of teasing.
I whimpered—voice hoarse, broken.
"P-put it out already… argh… it hurts…"
He lifted his head just enough to look at me—blue hair falling into his eyes, lips shiny and swollen.
"Love you, Renji."
He said it simply—soft, almost sweet—then cupped my face with one hand, thumb brushing my wet cheek.
I couldn't answer.
Just trembled—full, aching, overwhelmed—while he kissed my tears away and kept sucking slow, gentle circles around my nipple like he never planned to stop.
And then I fell asleep again.
The exhaustion won out—sudden and complete, like a door slamming shut. One moment I was trembling in his lap, full and aching, his slow sucks on my nipple pulling soft whimpers from my throat, his cock still hard and heavy inside me, the next—
Nothing.
Darkness swallowed me whole. No dreams. No floating. Just black, heavy sleep that dragged me under like the spring had earlier, warm and merciless.
I don't know how long it lasted.