He finally went limp, and Knight quickly eased his fingers out of his arse. He slid up the bed, bracing his left hand on the pillows beside Saint’s head. Then he tilted Saint’s hips up, gripping one thick thigh in his right hand and holding it open, nudging close, biting his lip viciously the moment his dripping length came in contact with his stretched, loosened hole.
His intense ministrations and Saint’s still orgasm-loose body meant he sank in with barely any resistance.
“Shit,” he grunted, clenching his thighs together to keep from just shoving his entire dick in. “Shit, shit, fuck.”
Saint moaned, long and loud. “Oh fuck. You feel so good. Come on,” he said, words almost slurring, still riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Come on, angel. Fill me up—”
Knight slid the rest of his length in, shaking with barely concealed need. He obediently lowered his head when Saint tugged at his locs, and joined their lips.
When Saint sucked on his tongue, Knight lost it a little, his hips jerking. Saint clenched up in surprise, which had Knight gasping and seeing stars, his hips jolting again. He was so fucking tight, so wet from Knight’s saliva and a bit of magical lube that for a moment, Knight couldn’t control the way his hips began hitching desperately against Saint’s ass before he managed to wrest control of himself and stop, his dick pounding.
Fuck,fuck. Are you okay?
“Yes, yes.” Saint was whimpering against his mouth.A little sensitive, but it feels so fucking good, don’t stop, don’t stop.
Fuck. Knight rocked his hips. He moaned.Oh fuck, oh fuck.
“Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me—”
Knight’s strokes gained a rhythm, long and hard and deep, until Saint couldn’t speak any more, gasping with each deep thrust. Between their bodies, Saint’s dick was trying to rise again. Knight lifted his right hand, licking his palm until it was wet, then slid it between them, cupping Saint’s twitching length.
He began to sob, his nails digging into Knight’s scalp.
All right?
Too much, too much, Saint sent back, but at the same time it was overlaid with,don’t stop, don’t stop.
Knight nipped at his jaw, panting.Which is it, little bunny?
It’s too much, but in a good way. Don’t stop.
You’re so fucking good to me. Taking me so well. Being so fucking perfect. My perfect little rabbit.
“Knight,” he sobbed.
Knight didn’t stop, timing each pump of his hips with a stroke to Saint’s dick until he was fully hard again, trembling beneath him like a leaf, no doubt painfully sensitive. More tears had gathered on his eyelashes, sliding down his temples like a trail of silver against his pretty dark skin.
Fuck, Saint, you’re so good. You’re so lovely.
Knight.
“Tell me again.”
Saint’s eyes fluttered open.What?
“Tell me again,” Knight repeated in a low whisper, leaning down to join their foreheads.Tell me that you need me.
“I need you,” Saint said without hesitation, teary eyes locked on his.
The reaction was the same. Knight jolted like he’d been electrocuted. He buried his face in Saint’s throat, sinking his teeth into his shoulder, careful not to break the skin.
Oh fuck!
Yes?
Oh fuck, oh fuck. Do you want—Saint’s voice was halting, but Knight could read his sudden desire, couldtasteit on his skin.You can—if you want—
I can what?It had barely been a few minutes and Knight was already so fucking close.Anything, anything.
