I stood up hurriedly, already fumbling with the lacing of my trousers. I hissed as I eased my achingly stiff cock out, shuddering as my hand automatically gave it a stroke when I saw the hungry look in Lonan’s eyes.
I hopped gracelessly on one foot to yank my leathers off a leg so I could hitch my knee up onto the edge of the bath, leaning over as my hand gripped the other side.
There was no easy way to do this, but Lonan seemed determined to make it work. He licked his lips and pulled my hips closer to suck the head of my cock into his hot mouth. I clenched my teeth to hold back the moan, shuddering with pleasure when his hand cupped my balls before fisting the base of my shaft and stroking.
He sucked softly on the head before pulling back to run lips and tongue down my length and back up. My hips jerked helplessly as he gazed up at me, sliding my cock over his parted lips. I gasped shakily when I felt his tongue stroking me with every pass.
As he sucked the head back into his mouth with a moan, I saw his free hand snake down his cum-streaked front to fist his cock, which was hard and straining again. He pumped it in time with his hand on my shaft, moving faster and faster as his cheeks hollowed and he sucked desperately.
“F-f-fuck,” I gritted out, keeping my voice low.
It didn’t take long for my balls to tighten up, and I huffed out a breathy moan as his long fingers released my shaft to slide over them, then further back. When I felt a fingertip stroke my hole, circling it, I let out a ragged gasp and started to come.
Lonan moaned frantically as he swallowed every spurt of cum, his brows pinching and his fist pumping his cock faster and faster. He shuddered, hips flexing up in the bath as he started to come again, still sucking to take every last drop I gave him.
My legs were weak and shaking when it ended, mouth dry from my heaving breaths. Lonan lay boneless and panting in the bath as I lowered my knee and thumped back into the chair, trying to calm my racing heart. We stayed in comfortable silence for a minute or two as we recovered, our frantic breaths slowly evening out.
“I missed you so much,” he eventually said into the quiet, voice still unsteady.
My heart clenched, and I leaned forward to kiss him.
“You mean you missed my cock?” I teased, wanting to make him smile.
But he didn’t. He rested his forehead against mine and said, “No. I missed every part of you. All of you.”
I swallowed, resting my hand on his chest, feeling his heart still thudding hard in there. I slid my fingers up until they touched the acorn at his throat, soaking in its warmth.
“I missed you too.”
Because I had, even though I hadn’t been able to remember him. Something had always felt wrong—incomplete. And now that I had him back, the hollowness in my chest had finally gone away.