“God, yes. You’re so fucking huge,” Kota said, eyes rolling behind his lids. “It always feels like you’re in my throat. Fuck me hard.”
Walker chuckled. “So bossy.”
He settled one hand on Kota’s shoulder, using the other to shove his shirt out of the way. He pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back sharply, bringing Kota up on his toes. He moaned long and low when he looked in the mirror and saw Walker watching himself fuck into him.
Kota gripped the counter tighter, his blood sizzling as he watched Walker watch them. Walker’s hand tightened on Kota’s shoulder, picking up the pace until he was knocking these high breathy noises from him every time he sank deep. Kota couldn’t think, couldn’t speak—he could only hang on as Walker whispered filth in his ear, using him like his favorite toy.
“Can I come?” Kota asked.
“No,” Walker rasped. “It’s my birthday. You can come after I do.”
He fisted a hand in Kota’s hair, pulling him back against him, wrapping an arm around his waist so he could fuck him impossibly deep. The change in angle had Kota’s vision whiting out every time Walker buried himself.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I can’t… Can I… Walker, please…” Kota babbled.
Walker’s teeth sank into the side of Kota’s neck, his hips falling off rhythm as he came hard, his cock throbbing inside his hole as he filled him up. Before Kota could catch his breath, Walker’s hand wrapped around Kota’s own neglected length, stroking him hard and fast, the feeling so intense, Kota could barely keep his feet under him.
“Can I? Can I?” Kota babbled, head falling back against Walker’s chest.
“Yeah, come for me, squirrel. I want to watch.”
This time, Kota’s knees did give out when he came, but Walker’s arm was a steel belt around him, keeping him on his feet.
Kota was dead weight as he came back down to Earth. When he could think again, Walker slipped free. Kota grimaced, that familiar wetness already trickling out. Kota couldn’t even bring himself to care. He let Walker dress him. When he spun him around and plucked him up onto the counter, he didn’t protest, just looked up at him, every emotion he had bleeding from him.
“You okay, squirrel?” Walker asked.
Kota giggled. “I’m amazing,” he said honestly. “That was awesome.”
Walker laughed, kissing his forehead. “Do you want to head back to the hotel?”
Kota wrinkled his nose. “Do we have to? I want to hang out with Tris a little longer. Is that okay?”
“Really?” Walker asked, seeming genuinely confused by the decision.
Kota smiled. “Yeah. He’s weird.”
“He is,” Walker agreed.
“And loud,” Kota mused.
“Very.”
Kota sighed happily. “And kind of exhausting.”
Walker snorted. “Painfully.”
“But...” Kota shrugged. “I like him.”
Something softened in Walker’s expression.
“I’ve never had a friend before,” Kota admitted quietly.
For a moment, Walker just stared at him. Then he wrapped both arms around Kota, hugging him tight enough to make him grunt. “Sure, squirrel. We can stay,” he said gruffly. “Whatever you want.”
Kota smiled against his throat. “Is this how it’s always going to be?” he asked. “I ask for something and you just...do it?”
“Is that so bad?” Walker asked.
