When he was fully seated inside him, he stilled.
The fullness was overwhelming. The stretch, the pressure, the impossible closeness of being joined to someone like this. He could feel Landen's pulse inside him, or maybe that was his own, it was hard to tell anymore.
"Okay?" Landen asked. His voice was rough with restraint. It made something in Adriel's chest clench, knowing he was the reason for that. Knowing he could make Landen lose control.
"Yes," Adriel managed. "Move. Please move."
Landen pulled back slowly. Almost all the way out, until only the tip remained inside. Adriel whimpered at the loss. Then Landen thrust forward.
Harder than before. Deeper.
He set a rhythm. Slow at first, deep strokes that made Adriel feel every movement, every inch of him. His hips rolled forward to meet each thrust, chasing the friction, chasing the feeling of being filled so completely. Landen's hands were firm on his hips, guiding, and his breathing was audible now; ragged, uneven.
"So good," Landen breathed. "You feel so good around me. So tight. Fuck."
Adriel pushed back against him. Harder. Needing more. Needing him deeper.
Landen groaned softly.
"Like that?" He thrust deeper in response, hitting that spot inside Adriel that made stars burst behind his eyes. "You like it when I go deep?"
"Yes…" Adriel's voice broke. "God, yes…"
The rhythm shifted. Became harder. Faster. Landen’s hips snapping forward with more force, driving into Adriel relentlessly. Each thrust hit that spot, that perfect, devastating spot, and Adriel's sounds became continuous, a litany of moans and gasps and broken versions of Landen's name.
"Look at you," Landen said. His voice was wrecked now. "Taking me so well. So beautiful like this. So fucking perfect."
Adriel's hands fisted in the sheets.
His whole body was shaking, trembling with the force of each thrust. The bed was moving beneath them, the headboard knocking softly against the wall. He didn't care. Didn't care about anything except the feeling of Landen inside him, fucking him, wanting him.
Landen leaned forward. Pressed his chest against Adriel's back, sweat-slick and warm. The change in angle made him go even deeper, made every thrust hit that spot inside of him. His mouth found Adriel's ear, his neck, his shoulder; kissing, biting, sucking marks into his skin.
"You're mine," he breathed against Adriel's throat. "Say it."
"Yours…" Adriel's voice was a sob. "I'm yours…"
"Yeah, you are." Landen's hips never stopped moving, never slowed. "Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mygood boy.”
One hand slid around to wrap around Adriel's cock.
Adriel's whole body seized.
Landen's grip was perfect; tight and sure, stroking him in time with his thrusts. His thumb swiped over the head, spreading the wetness there, making Adriel keen. His mouth kept working against his neck, his shoulder, whispering filthy praise against his skin.
"So hard for me. So wet. You love this, don't you? Love being fucked open, love being filled…"
"Yes…" Adriel was sobbing now, tears leaking from his eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. "Yes, yes, yes…"
"Cum for me." Landen's voice was a command. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel you."
Adriel came.
It tore through him like nothing he'd ever experienced; wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost pain. His cock pulsed in Landen's hand, spilling over his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath him. His body clenched around Landen's cock, gripping him tight, pulling him deeper.
Landen groaned loudly. Kept thrusting through it, fucking him through every spasm, every shudder.
"Fuck…" Landen's voice was broken. "Adriel…"
