He just bit.
Riot whimpered as his hips slammed forward one final time and Cass felt him pulse inside of him and felt the heat pour into him.
A shock ran through Cass’s teeth, down his throat, into his chest. Like biting into lightning. Like his mouth had found a live wire and his jaw had locked around it. His teeth were sunk into Riot’s flesh and his body would not release them
Everything went bright.
It was a wave that crashed through both of them simultaneously, fusing the place where their bodies met into something that felt less like two people and more like one system finally coming online. The orgasm was unbearable, world-ending, a cataclysm that ripped through every fiber of his being. It felt like the universe itself was remaking him, every cell alight, the build-up finally unleashing in a torrent that left him shattered, reborn, and utterly consumed.
Cass’s jaw released.
He fell back, gasping and Riot collapsed onto him, crushing the air from Cass’s lungs and Cass didn’t care because Riot was shaking too, shaking and making broken sounds against Cass’s neck, his body wracked with small twitches and jerks.
“Riot?” His voice was destroyed. A rasp. His hand found Riot’s hair, trembling, clumsy, still shaking. “Riot. I’m sorry, I…I bit you—”
“It’s fine…just…need a second…” Riot panted against his neck.
“I bit you.” Cass touched the place on Riot’s neck. His fingers came away wet with blood. “I’m so sorry Riot….”
Riot lifted his head, the gold slowly fading from his eyes. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t you ever be sorry for that.”
“There’s blood on my mouth, Riot, I—”
Riot kissed him like he wanted to taste his own blood on Cass’s lips and groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever experienced. When he pulled back, his steady gold eyes searched Cass’s face. “Are you okay?”
Cass nodded as his brain fully came back online, as the haze receded and the stone cellar reassembled itself around him—he heard himself.
All of it. Every single thing his mouth had produced in the last however-long. Playing back in his memory with the clarity of a bell in an empty room.
His entire body flushed so hot he thought he might combust.
“Ohheavens.” He pressed his face into Riot’s chest. “Oh heavens, ohno.”
“What?”
“The things Isaid.” Muffled. Mortified beyond recovery. “Riot, the things I said—I told you to—I asked you to make me—” He couldn’t even repeat them. His voice dropped to a horrified whisper. “I don’t talk like that. I’ve never—where did those words come from?”
Riot’s chest vibrated. He was laughing. Low, wrecked, like laughing hurt but he couldn’t help it.
“For what it’s worth—” Riot pressed his lips to the top of Cass’s head. “It was pretty great.”
“I told you to make me cum. That is not great, that is—” He buried himself deeper into Riot’s chest. “Spiritually cata-stroh-phic.”
“Spiritually catastrophic.“ Riot was definitely laughing now. The sound was rough and warm and it vibrated through both of them. “I’m going to remember that forever.”
“Please don’t.”
“Every word, princess. Especially the part where you figured out what your hips could do and saidoh heavens oh fuck oh heavenslike you couldn’t decide which god to blame.”
Cass groaned. But he was smiling into Riot’s skin, and the embarrassment was warm. Not cold. Not the hollow shame of the Elders’ disappointment or the sick heat of Brother Matthias’s approval. This was what it felt like to have been someone else for a little while. Someone who wanted things and said so. Someone who grabbed and demanded and moved their body without asking permission from their brain.
Someone who wasn’t broken. Just new.
Riot shifted, sliding out of him, and Cass winced, his breath catching.Sore. Really sore. His body had strong opinions about what had just happened to it, and most of those opinions involved never moving again.
Riot’s arm wrapped around him, pulling them onto their sides. Face to face. The sleeping bag was destroyed. They were both shaking. Riot’s expression was doing something complicated. The post-predator calm cracking open to show the man “I was too rough.” Riot’s voice was hoarse. His thumb traced the bruise forming on Cass’s hip where his fingers had dug in. “And mean…I’m sorry, I don’t know why—”
“Riot,” Cass whispered. “It’s okay. Really.”
