Jamue tried his best to do everything he said. He rocked back into the automated cock, squeezing around the cock deep inside him.
“Jamue,” Hym screamed. The motor stilled. The feeling of something thick shoved into his body rocked through him.
Jamue gasped, feeling so full.
Was he knotting the fantasy hole?
He looked over his shoulder. The thick base of his cock glistened as he forced it into the already stretched hole.
Fuck.
Jamue dropped his head and focused on the sensation. His cock jerked, his balls tightened, and his body shuddered.
Almost there, he thought, squeezing desperately around the cock deep inside him.
But it wasn’t enough – the cock in his hole was motionless, doing nothing for him - it wasn’t thick enough and had no knot to fill him up.
Jamue whimpered.
As if he sensed his frustration, Hym growled. The sound did something to him, pushing him over the edge.
He screamed as cum shot out of his cock. He reached between his thighs and stroked, prolonging the feeling.
It felt so good.
He dropped down on the bed spent.
Eyes closed; he breathed in Hym's scent greedily. He wished he were there with him in the bed. He wanted to feel his arms around him, his weight on top of him. The yearning was so deep, Jamue silently whimpered into the sheets.
This is enough, he told himself. It had to be enough.
A little while later, he felt a presence close. He opened his eyes and stared at Hym. He’d put his sleeping pants back on.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Jamue nodded. “You?”
“My heat has subsided for now. I…” he stared at him, longingly.
“You what?”
He groaned, hesitating.
“What?”
“Can I lie next to you? I need you.”
Jamue nodded fast without thinking. He scooted to the side, making room for him. He lay down, leaving a tiny space between them.
His stomach squeezed tight. He waited to get sick.
He didn’t.
He breathed out a sigh of relief.
“I wish I could touch you,” Hym said, his eyes trailing down his naked body. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
Jamue swallowed.