“You can.” Riot wasn’t looking at his face. He was staring down at the space between Cass’s legs, positioning himself, and the head of it brushed against Cass’s entrance.
“Riot, stop!” Cass pushed at his chest, but it was like pushing against stone. “Please, I’m not ready—it’s too big—”
Riot didn’t seem to hear him. His hips pressed forward, and Cass felt the pressure, blunt and huge and wrong, against his entrance.
“Been so patient,” Riot growled, more to himself than to Cass. “Been so fucking patient. But you smell so good and you’re so wet—and I just need to—”
“RIOT!” Cass’s voice cracked as he scraped his nails down Riot’s chest. “I’m scared!”
The gold flickered as Riot blinked, his whole body shuddering. His jaw clenched so hard Cass could hear his teeth grind. The pressure against Cass’s entrance eased.
“Please,” Cass whispered, tears streaming down his face. “Please, I don’t want to run from you for real. I just—I’m scared.” The words were simple and honest. Not a rejection, just the truth.
Riot squeezed his eyes shut. For a long, terrible moment, Riot just stayed frozen above him, his whole body shaking. Cass could feel him still pressing against him, could feel how badly Riot wanted to push forward.
But he didn’t.
Slowly, agonizingly, Riot pulled back a bit. His eyes were still more gold than green, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He looked down at himself, hard and leaking, and something like sad humor passed across his face.
“Can’t just…” He laughed, but it sounded painful. “Can’t just make it go away. Need to—”
He looked at Cass, and more of the gold receded as a softness surfaced.
“There’s something else,” he said, his voice strained. “Something that won’t hurt you. Just need to—need to feel you while I—”
He repositioned himself over Cass, pressing them together. The contact made both of them gasp.
“Gonna rub against you,” Riot gritted out, already moving. The friction was overwhelming on Cass’s spent flesh. He whimpered, his body twitching away instinctively, but Riot’s hand clamped down on his hip, holding him in place.
“Too much—” Cass gasped, grabbing at Riot’s arms.
“I know.” Riot grumbled as he wrapped his hand around both of them. He started to move, stroking them both, his hips rollingin a slow rhythm that dragged against Cass’s oversensitive flesh. “You can take it. Just a little more.”
Cass whimpered, his hands flying to Riot’s forearms, gripping hard. It was too much. The friction against him, the heat of Riot’s length pressed against his, the sounds of their bodies moving together. But underneath the discomfort, the feeling was stirring again. That building, tingling, tickling itch.
“Riot—” Cass moaned. “It’s happening again…I don’t think I can—”
“You can.” Riot’s hand sped up, his hips snapping harder. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” Cass whimpered. “I already—it’s too soon—”
Riot leaned down, his mouth brushing Cass’s ear. “You’re so good for me. Feel that? Feel yourself getting hard again in my hand?”
It was true. Despite the oversensitivity, despite everything, Cass could feel himself twitching and filling, his body chasing pleasure even through the discomfort.
“That’s it.” Riot panted. “That’s my good boy, you’re doing so fucking good for me. I’m gonna cover this pretty little body in my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.”
He throbbed against Riot, the slick glide amplifying every pulse, every grind, until it felt like his entire world narrowed to that burning point of contact. Cass could feel it building, impossibly, another wave cresting, fiercer and faster. His body arched, every muscle locking as Riot’s hand sped up, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. “I’m—again—fuck—!”
“Cum for me,” Riot gasped against Cass’s lips. “Cum for me. Right fucking now.”
Cass shattered.
It wasn’t as intense as the first time, but it was still devastating. His back arched, his vision sparked, and he felt himself pulsing weakly just as Riot went rigid above him.
Riot let out a broken groan, hot wetness spilling over both of them. It landed on Cass’s stomach, his chest, his throat, pulse after pulse while Riot shook apart, the gold fading from his eyes as he slowly stilled, panting hard. Riot collapsed beside him, chest heaving, and when Cass turned his head to look at him, his eyes were fully green again. Human. Exhausted. Almost vulnerable.
“That’s…” Cass touched the mess on his chest, rubbing the sticky warmth between his fingers. “That’s cum?”
