“Such a fucking perfect hole,” he growled, biting down, leaving a mark where neck met shoulder. “You were made for this. Made to be filled up and bred until you drip for me, until you can’t think of anything but my cock inside you.” His hips pressed forward, the hard line of his cock slicking up against my ass, teasing the rim, smearing pre-come and lube with every roll.
I clawed at the tile, hips grinding back, legs spread as wide as they could go. “Do it,” I pleaded, desperate. “Breed me. Want to feel you for days, Amir. Want you to fuck me stupid—don’t stop, don’t ever stop?—”
Another snap of his hips, the head of his cock pressing at my entrance. He made me wait, rocking forward, stretching me, not giving an inch until I was squirming, panting, begging. My body opened around him, muscles fluttering, lube easing the way but never enough to dull the burn. Every inch claimed, every breath a silent scream.
“Take it, Sebastian,” Amir hissed, driving in deep, cock splitting me open, filling me until I saw stars. “Take every fucking inch. Let memark you from the inside out. You’ll be dripping for me, leaking me down your thighs every time you walk. That what you want?”
“Yes—God, yes,” I choked, forehead pressed to cool tile, nails digging into the grout. The pressure built, pleasure and pain tangled, every nerve ending alive. “Want to be used. Want you to fuck me full. Fill me up, Amir, please?—”
His hands locked on my hips, bruising, pulling me back as he thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, every stroke pushing me higher, closer to the edge. The sound of our bodies—wet, loud, obscene—echoed in the sterile room, a symphony of need and filth.
The slap of his hips against my ass, the sharp sting of his belly hitting the base of my spine, the drag of his cock pulling out, only to slam back in deeper—all of it made my body shake. Sweat rolled down my back, lube and pre-come dripping down my thighs, the wall cold and merciless against my cheek.
Amir never stopped talking, never stopped claiming, every word a brand burned into my skin. “Going to breed you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to. Gonna fuck my seed so deep inside you, everyone will know you’re mine. You want that, Sebastian? Want to be my perfect, ruined prince?”
“Yes, yes, yes—” My world collapsed into nothing but the sound of his voice, the slap of skin, the stretch and fullness, the raw, brutal pleasure of being pinned, filled, used.
A gasp ripped out of my chest, head falling forward to the cool tile. The ache of being stretched so deep, filled so full, blurred the edges of pain into something holy. Amir’s hips rolled, grinding inside, hands splayed over my ribs, holding me open, holding me together. Every thrust was a promise. Every drag of his cock through my wrecked, hungry body rewrote the script of who I was—remaking me as his.
The need to be closer, to be claimed everywhere, burned brighter than the sting of friction and the bruising hold of his hands. My feet scrabbled for purchase, heels slipping on sweat-slick floor. Desperation bloomed—an ache to be lifted, cradled, fucked and kissed and ruined until there was nothing left to give but worship.
Somehow, Amir understood. One powerful arm slid around mywaist, pulling me upright, flush to his chest. My legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking at the small of his back, thighs shaking from strain and anticipation. I clung to him, arms looped tight around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder, mouth open against salt-wet skin.
The new angle made everything deeper. Each thrust now punched straight up, grinding into that place inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His cock filled me completely—hot, thick, relentless—my hole fluttering around him, taking every inch, every punishing snap of his hips.
“Don’t let go,” I begged, voice shivering against his ear. My breath fanned hot across his jaw as my tongue licked the line where stubble met neck, my lips tracing the wild, dark pulse pounding just beneath his skin. “Need you inside. Need you everywhere, Amir.”
A low, broken sound spilled from him—a groan that felt like worship and warning both. His arms locked tighter around my back, one hand gripping the base of my skull, threading through sweat-damp hair, the other cupping under my thigh, holding me open, supporting every roll of my hips. His chest heaved with every thrust, slick skin sliding against mine, our bellies pressed together, cocks grinding, sweat mixing, the line between us blurred beyond recognition.
Mouths crashed together, wild and searching, tongues sliding, lips biting. My jaw ached from the force of his kiss, but I wanted it bruising, wanted the ache to last. Our teeth clacked, spit mixed, his moan vibrating through me, low and raw.
“Beautiful,” Amir rasped against my lips, thumb stroking my jaw, palm cradling the back of my head as if I might break and he’d be damned before he let me fall. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sebastian. Never seen anyone come apart for me like this.”
Words tangled in my mouth—praise and prayer, curses and pleading. My fingers dug into his back, tracing sweat-slick muscle, nails scoring up his spine, worshipping the line of every rib, every scar. My nose pressed to the curve of his neck, inhaling musk, cologne, and the wild, honest heat of him. I licked at his skin,tasting the salt of his exertion, nipping the hollow at the base of his throat.
The rhythm grew frantic, the need between us frantic, animal. His cock drove into me with single-minded purpose, hips grinding, balls slapping against the curve of my ass, the sounds filthy and perfect in the echo of sterile tile. My whole body shuddered with every thrust, thighs flexing around his waist, drawing him in deeper, locking us together so tight I never wanted to be let go.
“Can’t get enough,” Amir panted, forehead pressed to mine, sweat dripping down his temples, gaze wild and soft all at once. “Need you—God, need to stay inside you forever. You take me so deep. You make me lose myself, Sebastian.”
My hand cupped his jaw, thumb tracing the shadow of his beard, fingers tangling in the dark, wavy hair at his nape. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, mouth brushing his, hips rolling up to meet every thrust. “Want you to break me. Want you to fuck me open, fill me up.”
His answer was a growl, hips snapping forward, cock driving so deep I thought I might split apart on it, pleasure cresting so high it threatened to drown me. His hands never stopped moving—palming my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples, rolling the peaks until sparks raced down my spine and my cock pulsed helplessly, leaking mess across our bellies.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect.” Amir’s voice broke, lost in the storm of sweat, skin, muscle.
His mouth was everywhere at once—biting my throat, sucking my collarbone, licking sweat from my chest, teeth dragging across my shoulder. My tongue found his armpit again, tracing the dark, wild hair, the taste of his body imprinted on my tongue, grounding me even as the world spun out of control.
A sudden shift—a growl at my ear, teeth dragging the shell—Amir’s grip flexed tight on my waist, and in a single, breathless movement, I was spun and pressed to the cold exam table, belly scraping the slick paper. My knees slid apart, thighs trembling as he shoved my ass up, hands bracing me open, fingers digging deep into the meat of my hips.
The air was sharp against my sweat-drenched skin, every nerve lit and jangling, every muscle screaming for more. Amir’s palm slid over my lower back, forcing an arch, his weight pressing me down until my chest flattened to the table. I felt the tremor in his body, the pulse of his cock grinding between my cheeks, wet and thick, leaving streaks of slick along the seam.
“Stay just like that,” he growled, voice unrecognizable—hoarse, hungry, dangerous. “Want you helpless. Want you open and begging.” A cold squirt of lube splattered across my ass, Amir’s fingers spreading it roughly, then pushing inside, scissoring me, stretching me wider, prepping me with the frantic care of a man about to lose his mind.
My face pressed to the paper, breathing hard, feeling every scrape, every sound, every obscene squelch as he slicked me up, cock and fingers working in tandem. The sound alone was enough to break me: the messy, relentless slide, the slap of his palm, the low curses torn from his throat.
“You ready?” Amir spat, lining up, the head of his cock thick and unforgiving at my rim, pushing forward, stretching me to the limit. “Ready to be bred, Sebastian? Ready to take all of it, to be so full you forget your own fucking name?”
A whimper clawed up my throat, fingers clutching the far edge of the table, legs spreading wider, everything in me screaming for him. “Yes—God, yes—fill me up, Amir, breed me, don’t stop, want it, need it?—”
