LOGIN“Reed…”Ronan groaned my name again, the sound rough and strained as he moved his hips more desperately against me. The thick, hard length of him slid along the slick cleft of my ass. Even through the remaining fabric I could feel how big he was.“Perhaps… shit… we ain’t done with the full examination yet.”The words broke on another low moan. He pulled back just far enough to shove his sweatpants down. The soft sound of fabric dropping suddenly felt deafening in the quiet office.Fuck.My whole body shivered hard.What had I actually invited him to do just now? Was he going to—to fuck me? Right here, right now?I should say something.But what if I didn’t?What if I stayed quiet and simply let him do whatever came next? What if Ronan lined himself up and slid straight into the loosened, slick hole he had spent the last half hour working open? He could do it so easily. One firm grip on my hips, one steady thrust, and he would be buried inside me. He could hold me down exactly like th
I could barely even lift my head up.My cheek stayed pressed to the cool surface of the table, breath still coming in short, uneven pulls. Every muscle felt loose and heavy at the same time. The aftershocks hadn’t fully left; small tremors kept flickering through my thighs and stomach. My hole felt open, used, still twitching around nothing. Cum—or precum, I still wasn’t sure which—continued to drip slowly from my cock onto the floor in lazy strings.“Easy,” he murmured. “You’re shaking.”I tried to answer and only managed a rough, broken sound. My throat felt raw from the noises I’d been making. The office smelled like lube and skin and the sharp edge of my own release. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew how I must look: pants long gone, chest still flat to the table, ass presented, thighs trembling, completely wrecked from nothing more than his fingers.Ronan’s hand slid from my hip up the length of my spine in one slow, deliberate pass, stopping between my shoulder blades. H
“My apologies, sir. Perhaps I should stop holding back.”The words were low, almost polite, but the shift in his tone was unmistakable. Holding back? I barely had time to process them before his free hand closed around my upper arm and yanked me upright. The sudden movement dragged a startled sound from my throat. In the next breath he turned me and pushed me down hard, chest flush against the cool surface of the examination table. A loud, shameless moan escaped me at the manhandling—the sheer strength of it, the way he positioned me exactly how he wanted without hesitation.Ronan shoved me down more firmly with one large palm between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place, and then drove his fingers in hard against my oversensitive prostate.I moaned like a whore—loud, undignified, completely beyond control. Oh god, he wasn’t messing around anymore. The careful teasing was gone. What replaced it was relentless. His fingers became an unyielding force inside me, thick and precise, g
“Get on the table. You’re not bending over this time. You’re facing me.”The order landed low and firm, stripped of the usual teasing edge. A full-body shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it. Why was he suddenly being so bossy? The shift in his voice did something dangerous to the already fragile control I’d walked in with.“Why?”“You’re not the doctor, are you?” He tilted his head, gaze locking onto mine. His eyes had gone dark and intense, the playful friend replaced by something heavier, hungrier. I swallowed hard and started moving before my nerves could talk me out of it.“Take off your pants completely as well,” he added.I nodded, heart hammering. My hands felt clumsy as I shoved my pants and briefs down in one go, kicking them aside. The examination table was cool against the backs of my thighs when I climbed up and lay back. Completely exposed. Facing him. Why the fuck was I so nervous? I had asked for this.Ronan stepped closer, already pulling on a single glove. H
All of this—all of this—was Ronan’s fault.If he hadn’t said all those things to me—practically encouraged me—maybe I could have stayed blissfully unaware. At least once I’d shoved that first medical mishap down far, far away into the deepest corner of my mind where inconvenient truths went to die. I could have chalked the whole thing up to nerves, to the weird intimacy of being examined by someone I trusted, to a one-time glitch in the system. I could have gone back to normal.But no. He’d said those things. He’d looked me dead in the eye and told me the prostate was a magical thing that plenty of straight guys took advantage of. He’d laughed like it was nothing. And then he’d walked out of my apartment leaving me hard and aching and completely fucked in the head.So I’d done my research.Late at night, phone brightness turned all the way down, I’d scrolled through medical articles and anonymous forum posts and carefully worded Reddit threads. He was right. Straight guys did this. A
“Bad? There’s gay men on your team, Reed.”Ronan’s voice was calm, almost gentle, but it landed with the weight of something heavier. He hadn’t moved from the doorway. “But… never mind. Just forget about it.” The words came out thin. I tried to wave the whole conversation away with a half-hearted gesture, like I could physically push the question back into my throat and pretend it had never existed.“You know you can always talk to me, yeah?” He said it quietly, moving closer until he was suddenly all up in my space again. inhaled his scent without meaning to—clean skin, the faint antiseptic that clung to him after long days at the facility, and underneath it something warmer, familiar, that made my stomach twist. Since when did he smell this nice?“Did you change your cologne?” I asked, because it was safer than anything else I could have said.“I did not. Stop trying to change the subject.”“I’m not. Ain’t you supposed to be leaving? I have practice and I kinda need to prepare.” I







