What He Needs

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•Nava•

5:25 A.M.

Just finishing our final round, Abel groans above me as he climaxes inside me and I follow right after him incredibly satisfied.

We've been going at this for hours with only a couple breaks in between that lasted no more than a couple minutes before he was on me again.

Resting on top of me, Abel moves his arms from over my legs so they can relax around his waist, "You said you'd pull out this time" I mumble moving my sweaty bangs off my forehead.

Abel kisses a path from my shoulder up to my neck, "I know, I'm sorry. You make it so hard when you squeeze me like that."

"If it's like that, why did you stop buying condoms?" I question running my fingers up and down his damp back.

Abel has literally only brought two boxes this whole trip and used them both in a matter of days; hasn't stopped him from fucking me though. Maybe I should be the one to buy the condoms.

He nuzzles his face in my neck, "Because I don't like wearing condoms; they're annoying and take too much time to put on. If it's that serious to you just get on birth control"

I frown, "That's the worse excuse I've ever heard. Plus birth control isn't one hundred percent, you should still wear a condom"

Abel lifts his head to see my face, "Are you pregnant?"

My eyes going wide I feel my whole face catch on fire in embarrassment; I'm more than sure my face is ruby red, "What? No I'm not pregnant, what the hell"

"Then shut up" he leans down to kiss me as he slowly pulls out, "and stop complaining" he rolls over next to me with a groan.

Turning on my side I lay on my hands, "So because I'd rather be safe then sorry, I'm complaining? Do you know how dumb you sound" I mutter closing my eye.

Abel chuckles shifting on his side to face me, "Take yo sensitive ass to sleep, Avari"

He did not just call me by my middle name. "Excuse me but only my parents can call me that, Makkonen"

"Don't call me that" he tells me. His tone is light but I can tell he's being serious, the playful mood that was in his voice now defensive.

Opening my eyes I peer into dark, guarded eyes. Abel doesn't really talk about his home life unless it has to do with his mom. He never talks about his dad, all I know is Abel has his father's first name as his middle name.

"Oh sorry. I didn't know" I apologize.

Abel takes me in his arms pulling me close to kiss my forehead before he rest his cheek on my head, "You good. Just go to sleep, we have a one o'clock flight"

Settling against him I close my eyes, "What time do you think we'll get to California?"

"Probably around two"

"In the afternoon?"

"In the afternoon" I feel him nod against my forehead.

"Do we have anything to do?"

"The Grammys are this weekend so I gotta get ready for that"