The end of us ( mature content )

When Alex opened his eyes to the soft glow of morning light, he found himself nestled in Damien's embrace. The realization that Damien's cock was still sheathed within him sparked a mix of emotions—desire, contentment, and a hint of anxiety. They had fallen asleep after Damien had knotted him and he had not pulled away.

Alex was acutely aware of the sensation of Damien's warm breath on his neck and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat pressed against his back. It seemed that Damien was still in a deep sleep, completely unaware of Alex's internal conflict.

Attempting to slip away, Alex gently shifted forward, feeling a surprising jolt of arousal as Damien's cock twitched inside him. He knew he needed to leave, but his body was unwilling to obey; it craved more heat, more of Damien's intoxicating presence. The connection they shared tugged at him, and the heady scent of their combined pheromones hung in the air, drawing him in.

Feeling emboldened, Alex began to rock his hips slowly, enticingly rubbing against Damien's cock with the intimacy of his inner walls. Each motion elicited soft moans from Damien, who instinctively tightened his grip around Alex, as if trying to keep him close forever.

Without a word, Damien rolled Alex onto his belly, spreading his legs wider and plunging deep inside him. The sensation was overwhelming—Alex felt slick and pliable, the squelching sounds of their bodies meeting filling the room. The thrill of being pounded once again made Alex's head spin, each thrust pushing him deeper into a haze of anticipation, his own cock throbbing against the mattress beneath him

Damien's movements grew more urgent and frantic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Alex could feel the heat of Damien's tongue tracing the mark he had left on his nape, awakening an overwhelming rush of sensations within him. He turned to catch a glimpse of Damien's face, wanting to connect, but was struck by the glazed look in Damien's eyes. It was as if he were entranced, lost in a primal state—was he in a rut?

"Damien," Alex called softly, but his voice seemed to vanish in the charged atmosphere. Damien continued to fuck him without a word.

"Ah…uhhh…" Alex gasped, feeling an intoxicating buzz envelop him, like being swept away in a current. Just when he thought that Damien might be reaching his peak, the feeling of warmth poured within him, marking the climax of their connection. But Damien, still lost in his haze, wasn't finished. With surprising strength, he flipped Alex onto his back, lifting one of Alex's legs and positioning it over his shoulder. He drove deeper than before, hitting spots that were already overly sensitive.

"Damien…I'm cumming…," Alex whispered, gripping the damp sheets tightly as the pressure built within him. But Damien remained caught in his own world, a blend of fierce ownership and desire.

Instead of fear, an exhilarating thrill coursed through Alex. They were drenched in sweat, heat, and pheromones, pushing past their limits until Alex felt numb from the waist down. The constant overstimulation was finally taking a toll on him.

It was late in the afternoon when Damien finally collapsed beside him, completely spent. Though exhausted, a plan was anchored in Alex's mind, urging him to stay focused. He had intended to slip away from Damien, to leave everything behind when night fell.

Quietly, he crawled out of bed, semen dripping down his legs and onto the floor. Pulling on the oversized T-shirt to cover himself, he tiptoed out of Damien's room, heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and dread.

The bathroom mirror revealed the aftermath of their night—a canvas of red hickeys and bite marks adorned his skin, a testimony to the raw passion they had shared. His wrists and hips were also marked with faint bruises. 

As he touched his belly, a profound warmth surged through him, feeling the life growing inside—a little miracle that seemed safe and thriving. While their encounter had been more intense than he anticipated, there was no pain, no signal of danger. Just a deep, aching soreness that felt entirely expected. 

What struck him more was how easily Damien had accepted his presence and how obediently he had followed along with his desires. Now, with determination setting in, Alex knew it was time to take the first steps toward his future—a future that lay beyond both Damien and the Mastersons. It was time to put his plan into action and forge his own path.

After a long, hot shower that felt both invigorating and cleansing, Alex dried off and dressed quickly in a simple but comfortable outfit. He walked over to the small table in his room and sat down, feeling a weight settle in his chest. 

Taking a deep breath, Alex pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. His hand trembled slightly as he began to write a few words to Damien.

Once he finished, he glanced at the clock and noticed it was already nine. The darkness outside was profound, enveloping the estate like a thick blanket, and there wasn't the slightest hint of movement in the usually bustling household. A thought struck him: his family had likely realized what had transpired between him and Damien and had instructed the staff not to disturb them. The idea made him sneer. How satisfied they must be, reveling in the notion that he had finally obediently given himself to Damien, that he had succumbed to their expectations. 

He could almost hear the conversations ringing in his ears, speculating about the benefits they would gain from his union with Damien, blissfully ignorant of the fact that their so-called victory was built on an illusion. Alex was determined to shatter that illusion before anyone realized what was truly happening.

With a final glance around the room, he gathered his small piece of luggage, the one that contained all of his essentials, and headed for the door. As he paused in front of Damien's room he leaned down and slipped the letter under the door. He hesitated for a moment, an uninvited pang of emotion hitting him. But he steeled his resolve. There were no regrets to be had. Trusting Damien again was out of the question. Even if forgiveness were an option, the cracks in their relationship ran too deep for healing. The truth was stark: he had to protect the child growing within him, and that meant leaving Damien behind.

"Goodbye," he whispered, though the words fell silent in the empty hallway. With a heavy heart, Alex stepped out, knowing the weight of his actions would be felt for a long time.

Moving quietly, he set his sights on a backdoor entrance to the Masterson estate, a passage that he alone knew well. He had discovered this hole in the cement fence during his childhood, a hidden escape that had since been overrun with trees and shrubs, unnoticed by the gardeners. The sight of it brought back memories of youthful adventures and the freedom of being unseen.

With practiced ease, Alex crawled through the small opening, pushing his luggage ahead of him. Once on the other side, he paused for a moment in the cool, damp night air. It was refreshing but also unnervingly quiet, amplifying his trepidation. He brushed off dust and debris that clung to his clothes, steeling himself for the journey ahead. 

He stepped away from the estate, walking down the secluded street and taking a left into a narrow alleyway. The way was familiar, each footfall echoing in the stillness of the night as he moved with purpose. After about ten minutes of walking, feeling the weight of solitude bear down on him, he finally reached a payphone standing alone in the shadows.

With determination, he stepped up to the phone, raising the receiver. He had left his own phone behind—another tie to the life he was leaving. As he dialed the number, adrenaline fluttered in his chest. 

When a warm, familiar voice answered, relief washed over him. "Dad, I'm here. You can come and pick me up," Alex said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his mind.

"Alright," William replied on the other end, his voice reassuring. "I'll be right there."

With those simple words, the reality of his escape began to settle in. Doubts flickered for a moment, but he pushed them aside. There was no turning back now; he was committed to his decision. Alex stood at the payphone, heart racing, ready to embrace whatever came next.