Chapter 5

(I was dead sorry)

Winnie's hand ran over my hip as he pressed his large body against mine. His smirk widened and his thumb traveled up my waist. I munched on my lower lip while his slender fingers traveled down my leg.

Winnie's pale skin is flushed red, his lips soft and pink, and his eyes bright blue, like the sky. His freckles are like the stars up north, where there's no light pollution. His hair is like the sandy waves at the beach. His nose is pointed and spotted with freckles. Water is dripping from his face onto his neck with leftover hickeys from our last session. They haven't finished fading.

My fingers lightly trace his neck and collarbone, thumbing the red hickeys there. "Auggie... you were the one who said that you don't want to do... this." I stay silent and take a step closer. Winnie touches my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. My cheek squishes against his palm. His nose and cheeks grow redder.

"Just... don't hold back, okay?" I talk gently against his neck, my lips latching onto the sensitive skin. I bite it like taffy, licking at it like it's the most delicious thing ever. It might be a close second, but there's a lot more where that came from...

Winnie gently kisses the top of my head, his nails scratching at the back of my neck. "Does this feel nice, Auggie?" His free hand slides down my waist and he pulls me in for a hug. "Shut your mouth." I bite his neck, sparing any delicacy.

Winnie winces at the bite, his skin turning red where I bit him. "Ouchie. You're mean." I hug him, trying to make him feel better.

The shower's water is warm, but still too cold for me. I lean over to turn up the heat, and Winnie looks away, trying to be as respectful as he can be, being how he is.

Winnie's pale skin reddens under the water. "Um... it's a little hot." He leans over himself to turn the water down. "It's not that hot." Winnie stands up, a slight smirk on his face. "Maybe you're making it hot."

I laugh and run my hands through his wet hair. "I think it's your fault." He laughs in return, kissing my head. "You dare blame me?" Winnie lifts me and places me on the shower shelf.

"If I fall, I'm gonna kill you." He pats me.

"You won't."

"I could break something."

"But you already did, so it's already broken."

"But it healed."

"So you're better."

"You are impossible." Winnie pulls my cheeks outward and presses a kiss to my lips. "Auggie, I have a question."

"Alright, shoot." I stroke his hair.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer by the hips. "It's important."

"Okay, say it." Winnie pouts up at me.

"It's really important. Like, really really REALLY important. Really really really important. It matters a lot. So important. This is monumental. Like, if you don't-"

"Shut. Up. Now."

"Aw."

"Just ask."

"Please promise you'll-"

"I promise, Winnie."

"But... but... you didn't even hear me!"

"Ask your fucking question."

Winnie pauses, before slowly saying... "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

I pause. Who the hell knows what to say to that, after five minutes of trying to get him to spit it out?

"No. Don't like worms." Winnie pouts, his full, pink lips curling downward into a pout. "But I'd be a pretty worm!"

"You're a pretty human." He impatiently presses his growing erection against my side. "Thank you." Winnie mumbles.

"Be gentle this time, alright?"

He nods, spreads my legs, and slowly enters me. Winnie grunts happily, allowing me to rest my cheek in his hand while his other hand holds my hip.

He happily starts to rock his hips against me, his wet hair swept over his face and having taken a darker hue. His eyes are looking down, focused on his work, which makes me laugh. He looks cute, what can I say?

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Winnie exclaims in a very serious tone, making me laugh harder. "I was just thinking about how cute you look." He softens and hugs me as he continues.

I tense as he hits that spot in me that makes me shiver. Winnie notices and thrusts at that exact angle yet again. Over, and over. Again, and again.

"I'm doing good, right?" He pants, his breathy voice echoing. "Yeah, you're doing really good." Winnie pauses, nestling in me with a loud groan as he cums.

The white, sticky liquid drips down my ass as he pulls out, his now soft dick hanging between his legs. Neither of us say a word, we just cuddle on the shower floor.

"Winnie, I lied to you."

"About what?" His tone is worried.

"I would love you if you were a worm."

(Hii! Sorry I was gone so long! I've been busy with school since I have a really important project this year but after my schedule will be a lot less chaotic. Thank you so much for the love and patience!)

(P.S. I made this one a little longer as an apology <3)