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You're trying to do this without feelings, but your useless fucking partner is making it really hard.
"Oh, Jean," he moans, "That's good, that's really good."
"Yeah?" You ask, snapping your hips into him.
The filthy sounds he makes tell you it didn't hurt.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps.
Your face grows hot. How is he this affected? You haven't even touched his dick. "Not yet," you slow down, breathing heavily, "I'm not done with you."
He nods dumbly, mouth hanging open as you rock into him, slow and steady. Before his amnesia, he wouldn't let you fuck him. This is the one good thing to come out of the Martinaise disaster.
His hole stretches easily now around your dick. He's squirming underneath you, not from pain, but from barely contained pleasure. He really is going to come, dick pressed between his stomach and the sheets, neglected entirely.
You bite your inner cheek and tighten your hold in his hair, hips snapping faster against his ass.
"Jean," he pants, "Jean, are you close?"
"Fuck. Yes!" you pound into him hard as you dare.
"Oh, thank god," he scoots closer to you and lifts his hips so he can reach between his legs. He strokes himself rapidly, groaning low and rumbly in his throat.
You bat his hand away and wrap your hand around his leaking cock. Pleasure coils in your groin as your movements sync with his, rolling, gasping together.
He grips the sheets and cries out as he comes, body squeezing and thrumming around your dick. His semen spills over your fist, and you keep stroking and stroking. His gasp and shudder as you stroke him past the point of pleasure sends you over the edge.
"Fuck! Harry..." You keep stroking his soft shaft all the way through it, forehead against the nape of his neck, breathing in the whine he can't suppress.
He squeezes his thighs shut and whimpers, "Oh god, Jean—too much—"
You give it a final pull just to feel him jump, then lean back to admire your work. He's shaking, sweating, one hand braced against the headboard, the other fisted tight in the sheets. His back rises and falls heavily. Your seed drips from his loosened hole. A real mess.
His sharp eyes flicker back and catch your smirk. "Proud of yourself? You fucked me up good."
You roll your eyes and flop down beside him. "Will you be able to walk?"
He thinks for a moment. "If I can't, will you carry me?"
"Go to sleep."