Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Gunner struggled to catch his breath, but his expression was so bare and open. The damp streaks running down his face made Caspian want to kiss the tears away and make sure Gunner knew he’d be taken care of. Because Caspian would do anything for him.
“It’s… it was more than—” Gunner struggled to find the right words to describe his experience, but Caspian understood him anyway.
He gently removed the dildo, and, for lack of better options, placed it on the floor. His parents weren’t coming home until next evening, so there would be more than enough time for cleanup. “I know. I loved it too,” Caspian said, climbing Gunner’s body until he stood straight. The knot tying Gunner’s hands together unwound with a single tug, and Caspian pulled the freed arms around him. It felt strange to find himself in an embrace of a man so massive yet still feel like the one giving support.
He had no doubt this was a defining moment in his life. With Gunner’s help, he’d kicked his insecurities in the face, because he’d never again let his size stop him from reaching for what he wanted.
“I have one more request, Gunner. Carry me to my parents’ bathroom,” he whispered, petting Gunner’s muscular pec in appreciation.
This would work out. The swap had changed the way he thought about his body in the first place, but this proved that he didn’t have to look a certain way in order to have the relationship and sex he wanted. For the first time in his life, he could have it all. All thanks to Gunner and the silly orange dog, who might or might not understand the magic he caused.
Gunner’s gaze was still hazy, but his breath evened out. He pulled back from Caspian and glanced at him, as if assessing the best way to pick him up, but then turned around and offered his back.
“Hop on.”
He was so delicious, with all those firm muscles under tattooed skin. Caspian grinned and climbed on, giddy like a kid getting to ride a pony for the first time. “This is the life.” He didn’t need to feel self-conscious about his boyfriend—because they were back together—carrying him. Who was to tell Caspian what made him a man when only he and Gunner got to decide the rules in their relationship?
Gunner chuckled as he left the kitchen, arching his head with pleasure when Caspian kissed his ear. “Are we gonna take a long bath?”
“Mhmm, you deserve a nice bath bomb, and lots of foam, and cuddles,” Caspian whispered, winking at Dingo, who peeked at them from his bed in the corridor and slammed his tail against the padding, as if he were letting Caspian know he was happy for them. Or maybe he was just a dog being a dog. One could never know with him.
Gunner climbed the stairs without trouble, despite carrying additional weight, and walked toward the master bedroom. “I would have never admitted in the past that I loved shit like that. But like… why wouldn’t I, right?”
Warmth filled Caspian’s chest when he showered gentle kisses all over Gunner’s bare shoulder. “No. No reason not to. And I never thought I’d feel comfortable dominating a big guy like you, or really anyone, but it felt so natural. Like we were made for each other,” he added, tightening his embrace around Gunner’s neck.
“You think the dog knew this?” Gunner snorted, but then smacked his lips a few times, and the sound of paws thudding on the floor resonated in the silent house.
“I think he knows everything, and we should start making homemade organic food for him,” Caspian muttered, enjoying the steadiness of Gunner’s body.
His parents’ bathroom was big, with a large window, which was currently hidden behind a curtain, and lots of plants surrounding the big corner tub that would fit two people, even if one of them was Gunner-sized.
Dingo squeezed past Gunner’s legs in the doorway and sat on a plush green rug by the sink.
Caspian slid off Gunner’s back and went straight for the taps, making sure the water was warm before grinning at Gunner. “How do you feel?” he asked, reaching for a basket where his mom kept her bathing supplies.
Gunner slouched a little and petted Dingo’s head with a smile. “Tired. But happy. I’ve never imagined I could feel like this in the body I have now. I thought my chance was gone the moment we changed places.”
Caspian took his time chewing over what Gunner had said, and eventually chose the rose-scented bath bomb he knew Gunner would love, before tossing it into the filling tub.
“You are perfect. The way you are, and in my body both. You are still the same person to me.”
“I worried you’d only want a little cutie.” Gunner met Caspian’s gaze with a shy smile.