The Quiet of Knots and Need

Morgan kisses me back just as fiercely, their fingers digging into my shoulders, their hips rocking up against mine. “Ri,” they pant against my lips. “Fuck, Ri, please. I need you.”

*I know, baby. I need you too.* I rear up onto my knees, my hands going to my cock. It’s hard and aching, already leaking at the tip. I guide it to Morgan’s entrance, still slick and open from our previous coupling. “Ready, baby?” I ask, my voice a low growl.

Morgan nods, their teeth digging into their lower lip. “So ready. Fuck, Ri, please. I need you.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I thrust forward, sinking into Morgan’s tight, wet heat in one long, smooth stroke. We both groan at the feeling, Morgan’s head tipping back, their eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, baby,” I pant, my voice rough with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and hot for me.”

Morgan whimpers, their legs tightening around my waist, their nails digging into my shoulders. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough with want. “Move. Please, Ri, move.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I pull back and thrust forward again, harder this time, deeper. Morgan cries out, their back arching, their body trembling. “Yes,” they gasp, their voice rough with pleasure. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

I set a hard, driving rhythm, my hips snapping forward, my cock sinking deep into Morgan’s welcoming heat. They meet me thrust for thrust, their hips rocking up to meet mine, their body straining against mine. The room is filled with the sounds of sex, of flesh against flesh, of Morgan’s whimpers and moans, of my own rough groans.

*Fuck, they feel so good. So perfect.* I can feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing inside them. *Not yet. Not yet. Need to make them come again first.*

I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding their clit, circling it with firm, steady pressure. Morgan cries out, their body jolting, their nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Ri!” they wail, their voice rough with warning. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” I growl, my voice rough with command. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

Morgan comes with a scream, their body shaking, their release gushing over my cock, my balls, the sheets beneath us. The feeling of them clenching around me, the sound of their pleasure… it’s too much. I thrust into them once, twice more, and then I’m coming, my cock jerking inside them, my release spilling into their tight, perfect heat.

We come down slowly, our bodies trembling, our breath coming in ragged gasps. I collapse onto Morgan, my face burying in their neck, my breath warm against their sweaty skin. Morgan holds me close, their arms and legs wrapped around me, their fingers stroking over my back.

*Fuck.* I let the thought wash over me, warm and satisfied. *That was…* I can’t even find the words. *Perfect. Incredible. Everything.*

I don’t know how long we lie there, just breathing together, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating in time. But slowly, slowly, I feel Morgan start to come back to themselves, their body losing that pliant, heavy feel, their breath evening out, their hands starting to stroke over my back again.

*There you are, baby,* I think, my heart swelling with warmth, with pride. *Welcome back.*

I press a kiss to their sweaty temple, my lips lingering on their warm skin. “Hey, you,” I murmur, my voice soft and low. “You with me?”

Morgan hums, a low, satisfied sound in the back of their throat. “Mmmhmm. I’m… I’m here.” They tip their head back, their eyes finding mine. They’re soft and warm, still a little unfocused, but there’s a clarity there that wasn’t before. “Hi.”

*Hi, baby.* I smile, my heart feeling too big for my chest. *I love you. I love you so much.* “Hi yourself.” I brush their sweaty hair back from their face, my touch gentle, grounding. “How are you feeling?”

Morgan takes a slow, deep breath, their chest rising and falling against mine. “Good,” they say, their voice a little rough but clear. “Floaty. Warm.” They shift slightly, their body clenching around my softening cock inside them. “A little… tender.”

*I bet.* I press another kiss to their forehead. “That’s to be expected, baby. You did so good. So, so good.” I start to pull out of them slowly, gently, my come and theirs mingling on their thighs, on the sheets.

Morgan whimpers softly, their body tightening around me, as if trying to keep me inside. “Ri,” they breathe, their voice rough with a hint of loss.

*I know, baby. I know.* I brush my lips over theirs, a soft, reassuring touch. “I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur against their mouth. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

I pull out the rest of the way, the loss of their heat around me almost painful, and deal with the condom quickly, tossing it into the trash can by the bed. Then I’m back, gathering Morgan into my arms, lifting them as easily as if they weigh nothing at all. They mumble something incoherent, their face nuzzling into my chest, their body curling into mine.

*That’s it, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.* I carry them out of the workshop and down the hall to the bathroom, my steps slow and careful. I set them down on the closed toilet lid, keeping one arm around them to steady them, and reach into the shower to turn on the water, letting it run until it’s warm but not too hot.

“Up you get, baby,” I murmur, helping Morgan to their feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Morgan nods, leaning heavily against me, their arms going around my waist. “Okay, Ri,” they mumble against my chest. “Okay.”

I help them into the shower, stepping in behind them and pulling the curtain closed. The warm water feels good on my skin, washing away the sweat and the come, and I can feel Morgan sigh against me, their body relaxing under the spray.

*There you go, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.* I reach for the body wash, squirting some into my hand and working it into a lather. I start at Morgan’s neck, my hands gentle as I wash away the sweat, the rope marks, the evidence of our play. I move down their chest, their belly, their arms, my touch slow and soothing, grounding.

Morgan sways slightly under my touch, their eyes fluttering closed, a soft hum of contentment rising in their throat. “Feels good, Ri,” they mumble, their voice thick with subspace. “So good.”

*I know, baby. Just let it feel good.* I sink to my knees in front of them, my hands skimming over their hips, their thighs. I wash them there too, my touch gentle, reverent, washing away the come and the sweat and the ache. Morgan’s hands come up to tangle in my hair, their fingers stroking gently, and I lean into their touch, savoring the feel of their skin under my hands, the sound of their breath, the warmth of the water raining down on us both.

*This. This is what it’s all about.* I let the thought wash over me, warm and satisfying. *The connection. The trust. The care. The love.* I press a kiss to the inside of Morgan’s thigh, my lips lingering on their warm, wet skin. “Love you, baby,” I murmur, the words a promise, a vow. “So much.”

Morgan’s fingers tighten in my hair, a soft, wordless sound of affection rising in their throat. “Love you too, Ri,” they mumble. “So… so much.”

I finish washing them, rinsing them clean, and then I stand, pulling them into my arms again. I hold them under the spray for a long moment, just savoring the feel of them against me, the warmth of the water, the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur finally, reaching behind me to turn off the water. “Let’s get you dried off and warm, okay?”

Morgan nods, their head resting against my shoulder, their body pliant and trusting in my arms. I help them out of the shower, wrapping them in a big, fluffy towel, and then I lift them into my arms again, carrying them back to the bedroom. I set them down on the edge of the bed, toweling them dry with slow, gentle strokes, savoring the feel of their skin under my hands.

“Here, baby,” I murmur, helping them into a pair of soft, loose pajama pants and a t-shirt of mine that swims on them. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

I pull back the covers, helping Morgan into bed, tucking the blankets around them, cocooning them in warmth and softness. I crawl in beside them, pulling them into my arms, their head resting on my chest, their body curling into my side.