I stuck my lips out more than was necessary while rotating my hips in a circle. "Ooooo yeah you were, baby. All passed out and pliant."
He punched my chest, and I pretended it made me wince. "Nash Walker, that is so wrong."
"What's wrong is why we ever stopped kissing."
Our lips crashed together with me hurrying to kiss him and him yanking my face closer. He laughed, the joyful noise bubbling into my mouth. I swallowed his mirth gladly, slipping my tongue past his lips. He tasted like candy, not because of anything he'd consumed, but because my Phin was naturally sweet. He healed old women and little girls without a worry about what might happen to him if people found out what he could do. The fact that he'd been able to keep it a secret would be the greatest mercy ever granted to me. His ability remaining secret was the only reason he was here with me now; I was sure of it.
And from this moment on, Phineas wouldn't have to rely on mercy, I would protect him.
His body and heart, happiness, and pleasure were now my responsibility to care for and nurture. I carded my fingers through his strands, grabbing hold and pulling just enough to make him gasp. "I will never let anything hurt you."
Phin stiffened. "You can't promise something like that."
I snarled, forgetting in my passion to soften the noise to something less than primal. "I'm sorry." I pulled back to check for fear, but his body remained open to me, trusting. "You're wrong, Phin. I'm not like the other men you've been with."
"I believe that," he murmured.
I cupped his face in my hands. "If my heart is beating, I will protect you."
His face went slack. "Don't. Don't say something like that, Nash. Please. Just—I know you are superhuman. You're fucking perfection. I can't believe I'm here right now without the help of a crossroads demon."
I squinted like that would help me better understand what that meant.
He reached up, cupping my face at the same time. "Nash, my point is, you won't impress me by putting yourself in harm's way. Never do that for me. That's how you'll keep my heart."
I couldn't make any sort of promises. He didn't seem to realize that my ownership of his joy and safety wasn't a chore but my power. I didn't believe being an alpha meant other people needed to bow down before me. That was bullshit. But I was drawn to being a fireman for the same reason I delighted in assuming Phin's wellbeing as my duty. It made me whole in a way I'd never known I was lacking. Finding Phin was the happiest moment in my life. Keeping him would become my purpose.
"I need you to take off your pants and bend over in front of me, Phineas. I think I've gone long enough without seeing that fucking plug."
He scrambled out from under me, shocking me with his speed. His pants and underwear stretched around his lower thighs, and he stretched to his hands and knees, peeking over his shoulder. The black plug teased me, wobbling with each of his sharp breaths. "Fucking hell, Phin. You're so damn perfect." I climbed to my knees, sitting upright and taking two large handfuls of his luscious ass. I pulled the globes apart, stretching his hole as my perfect boy arched his back. "You were so dirty, Phin, wearing this outside. Is that what you are? A dirty boy?"
"Fuck that shouldn't turn me on," he muttered. "It wasn't my idea!"
I shook my head, letting my nose bump against the outer tip of his plug. "No, you're right, it wasn't. It was my idea. And you're the good boy who obeyed."
"You better not start demanding I call you daddy."
I wiggled the plug sharply, making him hiss. "I don't care what you call me as long as you call me."
Leaning forward, I kissed the fleshy swell of his ass. As lovely as the sight was, if I didn't bury my dick deep inside him in the next sixty seconds, I would fucking explode. "Deep breath. Exhale… fast now, good boy." I twisted the plug as I pulled. His ass begrudgingly released the toy, gaping greedily at the void it left behind. I wasn't sure what to call the noise I made. A growl, but high-pitched, like a hum. Whatever it was, it meant desire. I laid my tongue flat, licking a single path up his body, starting at his balls, up his slit, to his winking hole. "Mmm, fuck. Your body's a candy store."
"Smooth," he chuckled. "Too smooth, Walker. Don't you use any line on me that you rotate with your conquests."
"Don't demean yourself. We both had lives. As much as I'd like to erase every memory you have of a man who isn't me, I'll have to do what I can convincing you I'm the only man who matters instead." I gripped my erection, lining our bodies up. The thrill of my wet dream finally coming true allowed me a zap of clarity. I was always safe in the bedroom, every time. Right now, my dick leaked, dropping slowly down to Phin's waiting body. "Fuck, condom?"
Phin cursed. "None," he wailed. "I'm clean, Nash. But we both know you were a manwhore."
I didn't much like the name, but I appreciated the past tense use. I also had very good news for the both of us. I was meticulous with my testing and had been in a bit of a dry spell since the whole blessed baby thing put our lives in a spin. "I was just tested. One hundred percent clean."
We stared silently at each other. This was clearly a line the other didn't often cross.
"Have you ever gone without?" I asked.
"Never. But I don't want you to go, even to the store. I need you Nash. Now. I can't wait." He gripped his cheek, stretching himself open. "Please, Nash."
Fuck, I understood the feeling. My cock twitched like it was searching for its home. "Phin—"
"No, no, no," he chanted. "Don't Phin me. I'm awake, I'm sober, and I need your dick in me, bare. Now." He reached back, gripping my hip.
Whatever I'd been about to say dried in my throat, replaced by a deep growl. Phin bent his spine, straining to push his ass toward me. I thrust, burying my length to the hilt. "Fuck, Phin," I nipped his shoulder. He was already open and relaxed, but I could tell by the strain in his shoulders that he needed a moment.
"You're so much bigger than the plug," he gasped. "I can't… Oh!"
I'd reached around, stroking his dick as I began to thrust. The only solution was to bring him more pleasure. "Your body feels amazing, Phin. Your tight hole is sucking me in, holding me tighter and tighter. You were made for my dick."
His gentle mewls were my only reply. I kept his dick in my hand, rubbing my palm in circles over the tip, making him buck back. For as hard as I pounded into him, he raised his hips, urging me to go harder. I forgot any plan of going soft or gentle. My Phin didn't want his hand held; he wanted his body used by someone who knew just how to cherish it when we were done.
I rotated my hips, adding a little extra variety in my forward thrusts and massaging more of his nerve endings. His howls sharpened, and I fondled his balls. I couldn't wait to learn every trick, every secret spot. As long as I had breath in my body, my Phin would be content, satisfied.
"Nash!" he squealed. No sooner did he finish were my fingers doused with his glistening essence.
"Yes, Phin, dirty boy. You're coming all over my hand." I stroked him several more times, painting his dick with his cum. I lifted my hand to his face. "Clean me," I growled. He lunged forward, taking the first finger between his lips with an eager hum. His tongue swirled around my finger. My hips never stopped pumping. With each forward thrust, his body split open beautifully. I loved fucking Phin in a way I'd never loved anything before. My own pleasure was amazing, but hearing his cries, watching the flush of his skin in response to my touch, seeing that had me teetering on the edge.