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Almost, Always
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Complete, First published Jun 29, 2025
Mature
During a summer camping trip with friends, two young men, Kyle and the narrator (Lucas), share a tent. Amid sun-soaked days and drunken nights, a quiet tension builds between them. The narrator, discreetly bisexual, grows increasingly affected by Kyle's casual intimacy and physical closeness.

One night, a moment of vulnerability leads to an unexpected shift in their relationship, a brief encounter that leaves both of them questioning boundaries, desire, and edging games.
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"Kyle, this is... wrong," I breathe, my voice sharp but trembling. My pulse hammers as his hand slides boldly over me, fingers pressing against the heat growing between my legs. The contact sends a rush of blood straight to my dick, dizzying me, betraying me. I should shove him away, but instead my grip on his wrist falters, the fight in me thinning into a desperate pull for control I don't really want. "I'm going to spoil you, Asher," he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine, the intensity in his eyes sparking something dangerous inside me. His hand slips beneath my waistband, wrapping around me, stroking until my breath hitches. A groan escapes me, low and humiliating, twisting with pleasure I don't want to feel. I should stop this. I want to stop this. And yet-I crave the next touch more than my own dignity. My hips jerk forward, greedy, desperate, even as shame burns through me. Every slow pull of his hand blurs my thoughts, grinding down the last of my resistance until I can't tell the difference between anger and need. "P-please..." The word tumbles from me, fragile and broken, caught between begging him to stop and begging him not to. He chuckles darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my throat before nipping at it, heat flooding my chest. "Look at you... already begging for me, even when you're trying hard not to." I whine, humiliated, but I can't stop thrusting into his grip. My whole body is trembling, caught between fury at myself and a hunger I can't deny. "You make me feel alive," he whispers against me. "I've never wanted anyone like this before." And I hate myself, because part of me-dark, selfish, hungry-wants him just as badly. - Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk. Book One of the His Trilogy Formerly known as "His Daddy"
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His Forbidden Touch [18+]

39 parts Ongoing Mature

"Kyle, this is... wrong," I breathe, my voice sharp but trembling. My pulse hammers as his hand slides boldly over me, fingers pressing against the heat growing between my legs. The contact sends a rush of blood straight to my dick, dizzying me, betraying me. I should shove him away, but instead my grip on his wrist falters, the fight in me thinning into a desperate pull for control I don't really want. "I'm going to spoil you, Asher," he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine, the intensity in his eyes sparking something dangerous inside me. His hand slips beneath my waistband, wrapping around me, stroking until my breath hitches. A groan escapes me, low and humiliating, twisting with pleasure I don't want to feel. I should stop this. I want to stop this. And yet-I crave the next touch more than my own dignity. My hips jerk forward, greedy, desperate, even as shame burns through me. Every slow pull of his hand blurs my thoughts, grinding down the last of my resistance until I can't tell the difference between anger and need. "P-please..." The word tumbles from me, fragile and broken, caught between begging him to stop and begging him not to. He chuckles darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my throat before nipping at it, heat flooding my chest. "Look at you... already begging for me, even when you're trying hard not to." I whine, humiliated, but I can't stop thrusting into his grip. My whole body is trembling, caught between fury at myself and a hunger I can't deny. "You make me feel alive," he whispers against me. "I've never wanted anyone like this before." And I hate myself, because part of me-dark, selfish, hungry-wants him just as badly. - Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk. Book One of the His Trilogy Formerly known as "His Daddy"