his words to me when he caught me watching porn on the living room computer, eyes slightly mad with something adjacent with affection.

"you know you're not supposed to watch without me"

my P.E shorts down at my ankles, eyes like spotlights, fingers down my underwear. his hardness and my closed throat.

he took me to his room and bent me over without another word, buried into me so quickly i cried out. i wept because i missed him and i wept because i was furious that i was weeping for him. my contempt burned in my lower abdomen until it became part of the pleasure and desperation.

"you wanted this so bad" he mocked

i didn't answer with words, only rutted back into him and whined until he held me down and fucked me like the dumb horny kid i was. i whimpered 'i love you' and he shuddered and moaned as he came.

he said it back, so gentle, so content, so proud of me.

that was the last time.