Chapter 125: The morning after (1)
Time passed, but neither of them could have said how much.
The room was quiet now, save for the sound of their breathing slowly evening out. Trevor’s arms remained around him, anchoring them both as the intensity ebbed. Lucas was still stretched around the knot, too full to move, his body trembling with the aftershocks.
His cheek rested against Trevor’s shoulder, skin damp with sweat and flushed with heat. His lashes fluttered against flushed skin, too dazed to speak, too exhausted to lift his head. He could still feel the bite at his nape, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, raw, sore, undeniably real.
Trevor pressed a kiss to the mark, soft and slow.
"I’m here," he whispered, like a promise. "Just breathe."
Lucas’s fingers curled faintly against his chest, not quite a grasp, more a reminder that he was still conscious, still there. His body was boneless against him, limp with the kind of exhaustion that came only after being completely undone. The knot throbbed once, buried deep, and Trevor hissed quietly at the sensation.
He didn’t pull away. Didn’t even try.
Instead, he shifted slightly, just enough to get them closer under the sheets. The movement made Lucas whimper softly, his body tightening in reflex, then trembling again as it subsided.
"Easy," Trevor murmured, brushing his palm down the curve of Lucas’s back. "I’ve got you."
The knot finally began to soften more than twenty minutes after, the tension between them loosening just enough for Trevor to carefully ease out. Lucas gasped at the movement, his entire body flinching with oversensitivity.
"Easy—easy," Trevor soothed, kissing his temple. "I’ve got you."
He pulled back slowly, supporting Lucas’s thighs as he withdrew. There was a faint wet sound, followed by a low, broken moan from Lucas, and then he collapsed back into the pillows, eyes shut, jaw slack.
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