Good Boy

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"AAAAACK! YOU SAID YOU'D GO SLOW!" Bible yelled, eyes wide and panicked.

"Hhhuhuuu〜〜 I swear it feels like my insides just split in two..." he whimpered, squirming under him.

Jes winced apologetically, staying still, buried deep inside. "I'm sorry... actually... I had a really hard time holding back," he admitted, breathless.

"I will never believe you again. Huhuuu!" Bible wailed dramatically, throwing his head back in mock despair.

Jes couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned in and kissed Bible's forehead, tender and proud. "You did so well. Look—I'm all the way in," he said, glancing down between them.

"I can't look," Bible groaned. "If I look, I think I'll actually pass out for real."

Jes laughed softly. "You're making jokes again. That means you're ready for me to move," he said, bracing his hands on either side of Bible, his voice deepening with anticipation.

"But move slow, okay? Don't just ram it in like you've got no technique. Seriously," Bible warned, eyeing Jes with narrowed eyes.

Any other man might've had his ego bruised by that comment—but Jes just smirked.

That little jab? It only made him want to prove Bible very wrong.

He didn't answer. He just began to move—slow, steady strokes, sliding in and out with purpose. Each thrust was calculated, angling just slightly, shifting direction with every roll of his hips.

Jes kept his eyes on Bible's face, searching for it—that reaction. Bible's breathing stayed calm, focused. The tension in his body slowly melted away, his brows relaxing as his body adjusted.

Jes grinned to himself. Almost there.

Yolt. There it was.

"Hah! Found it," Jes grinned, slicking his hair back like he'd just stepped into the final round of some erotic showdown.

"No, no, no—Jes, wait, listen to me, that doesn't feel right—" Bible stammered, his whole body jolting, nerves firing off like live wires.

"Give me your hands," Jes said, calm but firm.

Bible obeyed without thinking. Jes guided his hands around his neck, fingers lacing at the nape.

"Hold on tight, Bible," he whispered.

And then, Jes pushed forward, thrusting straight into that devastating spot.

Bible's head snapped back, mouth falling open, but no sound came. Just air. Just stars. He felt like he was floating, spiraling, caught somewhere between pain and bliss, reality and whatever came after.

"God, your insides, Bible," Jes groaned, his voice thick in Bible's ear. "It feels like a warm fucking blanket wrapped around my dick. So good..."

Bible couldn't speak anymore.

He couldn't think.

He had officially ascended into the most sinful kind of mess—no words, just sounds. Deep, wrecked moans spilled from him, loud and broken, like he was the messiest moaner on planet Earth.

And Jes? Jes was absolutely loving it.

"Your moaning alone... seriously made me almost cum," Jes groaned, voice thick with lust as he thrust deeper into that twitching, clenching hole.

Bible gasped, eyes wide, body tense. "I think—ahhh... I'm gonna come!"

That was exactly what Jes wanted. Without warning, he shifted, kneeling up and gripping Bible firmly by the hips, lifting him just enough to thrust even deeper, harder, into that sensitive spot.

That was all it took.

Bible cried out, voice breaking, as his release spilled across his own body in messy streaks. His muscles shook, back arching, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Hah," Jes chuckled lowly, looking down at him, fully satisfied. "You made a little mess."

Bible's body went limp, his chest heaving as he collapsed into the sheets. He didn't answer, too spent to even curse. Slowly, by pure survival instinct, he turned onto his stomach and began to crawl away, dragging himself across the bed like he was fleeing the battlefield.

But Jes wasn't done.

Not even close.

With a firm grip, Jes grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him back, effortlessly. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, voice rough, playful. "We're not finished yet."

"G-Give me a break," Bible whined, breath hitching. His voice was barely there, hoarse and exhausted.

Jes leaned down, licking a stripe up Bible's spine.

"Not happening," he whispered against his skin. "You started something. I'm planning to enjoy it—all day and night."

Jes glanced down at Bible's ass, and his hand twitched.

Just looking at it—thinking about what he'd already done to it—made him impossibly hard all over again.

"I have to say... your ass looks dangerously biteable," Jes muttered with a low grin.

He leaned down, kissing one cheek before sinking his teeth in lightly, nibbling. Bible jolted.

He couldn't believe it—his body was reacting again, even after everything. The overstimulation, the exhaustion... it didn't matter. This man had some kind of power over him.

Groaning, Bible grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it, hoping to hide how turned on he already was.

Jes shifted on the mattress behind him, one hand gliding down Bible's back as he lifted him slightly into a loose doggy position. His movements were slow, deliberate, like he was arranging a masterpiece.

"Perfect," Jes murmured, admiring the view. "You should see this, Bible..."

He ran his hand along Bible's curved hips, over his toned back. From where he was, he could only see the back of Bible's head, his dark hair curling slightly at the nape, soft and messy. The tips of his ears peeked out—and they were flushed a deep red.

So cute.

Jes lined himself up again. "I'm going in."

With one slow, fluid motion, he slid in.

"Ugh—" Bible's muffled moan was swallowed by the pillow, the sound faint but full of wrecked pleasure.

It was messy. It was filthy. It felt like it lasted hours.

For Bible, time warped, his body pushed past its limits, nerves frayed and buzzing. For Jes, it still wasn't enough. No matter how many times he moved, kissed, filled, or praised him, he wanted more.

The room was a haze of heat, sweat, and the steady rhythm of skin against skin. The wet, slapping sounds, the breathless moans, the way the bed creaked and shifted under their weight, it all blended into something obscene and addictive.

Jes came—hard—then reached for another condom... paused... and tossed it aside.

"Ah, fuck it," he growled, breath ragged. "We're married. I wanna feel you raw. I wanna fill you up."

Bible stared up at him in disbelief, dazed and trembling. How much stamina did this man have? And more importantly—how the hell was he going to survive this?

He whined, moaned, whimpered, lost between pleasure and overwhelm. Jes leaned down, pressing kisses to his temple, murmuring between thrusts:

"Shhh... just a little more." "You're taking it so well." "Good boy."

That last one broke him.

By the time Jes finally slowed, finally stilled, Bible's body gave out, completely limp, painted with hickeys, his thighs slick with a mess running down between them. His head spun. His body buzzed. He couldn't even form words.

He had been wrecked.

He could barely register anything anymore.

His ears were ringing, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. The only thing he could still latch onto was a distant voice, familiar, cottony, warm like a memory.

"Bible...?" A pause. "Bible...?"

Bible had fallen asleep without meaning to, and stayed that way through the entire night.

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The next morning, sunlight was already spilling through the curtains, soft and golden. It kissed his bare shoulder, warm against his skin. He stirred, blinking slowly as he opened his eyes.

Everything ached.

In the delicious, unbearable way that reminded him of every single thing Jes had done to him the night before.

Oh my god.

He barely moved his head, his muscles stiff and sore, his thighs trembling even from a stretch. He was still sticky. And his body? His body felt like it had been claimed.

Jes was next to him, arms sprawled, one hand loosely curled on Bible's waist, like he'd held him the entire night without even realizing it.

Bible sighed.

A long, shaky, semi-regretful sigh.

"...I might never walk again," he whispered hoarsely to himself.

Jes stirred with a faint noise, eyes still closed, lips curving into a sleepy grin.

"You survived," Jes murmured.

Bible turned his head just enough to glare at him. "Barely."

Jes chuckled, tugging him closer. "Want breakfast? Or should I just feed you in bed, prince of dramatics?"

Bible groaned and buried his face into the pillow. "Feed me. And also call an ambulance. And maybe a priest."

"Does it hurt a lot?" Jes murmured, nudging his face between Bible's head and shoulder, his voice all soft concern now.

Bible let out a dry laugh that turned into a wince. "What do you think?" he gritted, teeth clenched as he tried to stretch a leg and immediately regretted it.

Jes smiled against his skin. "Should I kiss the pain away?" he asked, sounding far too innocent for someone who had done what he'd done.

Bible tensed. "Don't. You. Dare," he growled.

Jes blinked, all fake confusion. "What? It's a valid medical technique."

"I know your tactics," Bible huffed, flopping onto his back with the stiffness of someone twice his age. "One night was enough to write a thesis. You're sneaky. Manipulative. Wicked."

Jes propped himself up on one elbow, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "And yet... you still let me in."

Bible glared at the ceiling. "I didn't let you in. You barged in. There's a difference."

Jes leaned in, lips grazing Bible's sore jaw. "And you didn't kick me out."

"I tried!" Bible insisted. "With my voice! Not my legs, because I couldn't move them anymore!"

Jes chuckled, brushing a strand of hair off Bible's forehead. "Want me to carry you to the bath? Or should I call Job and ask him to wheel you in?"

Bible shot him a murderous look. "You wouldn't."

Jes grinned. "I might."

Bible grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the face with it. "You're the worst!"

Jes caught the pillow and laughed, eyes soft as he looked at him. "Maybe. But I'm your worst."

Bible blinked.

His chest tightened—but he tried to play it off, rolling his eyes as he sank back down. "Ugh. You make me sick."

Jes leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You make me better. I think... I'm in love," Jes mumbled, voice barely above a breath.

Bible froze.

The air seemed to thicken instantly, like the sunlit room had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

He stared at the ceiling. Blank. Unmoving. Like if he didn't move, maybe those words wouldn't echo so loudly in his chest.

Jes didn't say anything more. He just lay there, half on his side, watching Bible with a quiet kind of fear in his eyes. Like maybe he'd gone too far. Like maybe he'd just shattered something that couldn't be unshattered.

After a long pause, Bible exhaled, shaky and slow.

"...You think?" he said, finally turning his head, trying to keep his voice light even though his heart was racing like it wanted to escape his chest.

Jes gave him a sheepish smile. "Well. You kind of broke my brain last night. I'm still recovering."

Bible looked at him for a beat, eyes unreadable. "People say crazy things during sex. It's like—temporary insanity."

Jes tilted his head. "You think I'm crazy?"

Bible looked away. "I think you're dangerous."

Jes reached out, gently brushing his thumb over Bible's cheekbone. "But do you believe me?"

Bible hesitated.

His throat felt tight. His chest ached. And deep down, something wanted to believe it.

"...I don't know," he whispered, voice barely holding together.

Because how could he know? When everything between them was tangled in a fake marriage, whispered lies, and blurred lines. When nothing was supposed to be real.

He didn't pull away. But his mind raced.

Maybe Jes was just caught up in the after-sex high. That dizzy, dangerous place where everything felt more intense than it was. Tomorrow, he'll forget. He'll laugh it off. And Bible would be left the idiot who took it seriously.

It was all too fast.

His heart was still recovering from the night, his body sore in more ways than one. And his brain? A full-blown traffic jam of emotions he hadn't even begun to untangle.

What did it even mean, to be in love with someone pretending to be your husband?

Jes stayed quiet beside him, watching him with that same steady gaze that always saw too much.

But Bible didn't look back.

He couldn't.

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Wait—Hold on.Did Jes just... confess his love?