Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Caspian shrugged. “Yes. But you really need to grovel. My education cost a lot of money.”

Gunner nodded so eagerly a berry fell off his fork. “I will. I’m gonna make it up to them. I’ll—wait. Are they gonna lose their shit about us dating?”

Caspian grinned. “They know we used to date, so I don’t think it’ll come as that much of a shock. But it will probably be a bit awkward for them, so we should look for a place of our own soon.”

The pancakes tasted even sweeter. “It’s really happening? We’re gonna make it work?”

Caspian leaned back in the chair, the food forgotten on his plate. “Last night was transformative for me. I understood what I really wanted. I want you. And I want to give you everything you deserve but couldn’t get. We will find a small home, and move in with Fluffer and Dingo. You will play, I’ll try to get a qualification, so I can make use of everything I already learned and earn decent money. I really wanted to go to Italy for our honeymoon, but feel free to come up with a counter-suggestion.”

Gunner dropped his fork. “Say what?” He cleared his throat, staring at Caspian with his face on fire. “Did you just propose to me?”

Caspian froze and quickly hid his hand under the table when it shook. “Um… I figured it was obvious, since we share everything. Don’t you want to?”

Gunner laughed, and just had to get up. He pushed into Caspian’s lap and kissed his sweet lips. A forever with Caspian. Who could ever say no to that? “I do. I totally do. This is it. I wanna be with you. You know your mom will organize the most lavish wedding ever?”

Caspian smiled with relief and hugged Gunner. “I count on it. Need to let everyone know what a hottie I scored.”

“No, I’m the one who got myself a sugar daddy.” Gunner kissed Caspian all over the face that was no longer his.

They didn’t just swap this time. They somehow melted together and each held a piece of the other in their heart.

Epilogue – Caspian

3 years later

Caspian’s balls throbbed as he slammed into Gunner’s tight body, rolling his hands over his lover’s slender mid-riff. His fingers snuck under the pink T-shirt, slid over the sweat gathered between his shoulder blades, and settled on the nape, just below the knot of pale hair.

“Go on. You still haven’t filled the page,” Caspian uttered, breathless and focused only on his lover, who helplessly held onto the side table and scribbled on a large piece of paper while Caspian railed him from behind.

“B-but I’m… almost done,” Gunner whined, filling the sheet with crooked letters.

Caspian slapped his ass hard, and the boy barely managed to bite back a cry. “No buts. Write it down: Caspian has the hardest dick,” he uttered, increasingly breathless. The game they were playing both amused and aroused him, and he wasn’t about to let his bitch off the hook.

There was a tiny bit of real satisfaction to role-playing the bully who fucked Gunner and demanded his homework done while it happened, but no one needed to know that. Especially since Gunner was eating it up.

“I’ll report you!” Gunner warned between one moan and another, knowing very well he was waving a red flag in front of a bull. Up for some rough play, then.

Caspian grabbed him by the hair and squashed Gunner’s face against the desktop as he sawed into him ever harder. “No one will believe you, little bitch, because I’m not leaving any DNA inside you,” he grunted, referring to their use of a condom. No one wanted to deal with cum-stained pants on a six-hour drive.

Gunner cried out, gripping the sides of the desk, and when his tight hole twitched around Caspian’s cock, there was no doubt that he’d come. The way he still writhed and wiggled in Caspian’s grip only made fucking him more delightful.

Caspian grabbed his hips as if they were handles and let his head drop to his nape, no longer focused on the angle of his thrusts, and let his instinct carry him.

Gunner braced against the table and whimpered. “Fuck, you’re so good at this…”

Caspian came, bending over his lover as he pumped a few more times. “Damn, you’re so… so hot, baby,” he uttered, burying his face in the folds of Gunner’s T-shirt.

“We’re so fucking late,” Gunner groaned but kept his eyes shut and rested atop the desk. His skin was scorching to the touch, and Caspian didn’t want to let go yet, but Gunner wasn’t wrong about the clock ticking away precious seconds.

Caspian held on to the condom as he withdrew from Gunner but kissed his nape, breathing in the scent of fresh perspiration and the sweet aroma of Gunner’s fruity body spray.

“It’s okay. Don’t want to be married to the schedule now that I finally got a few days off,” he muttered and finally tied the condom before tossing it into the trash can on the other side of the hallway.