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“Good. But… I… Um.” Sean bites his lower lip.

“What is it? You can tell me.”

“I wanted to… fuck you. Just for a minute—I think we’ll both come quickly.”

Nobody’s ever been inside me. Ever. But with him, I want it. All of it. All of him.

I nod, gently put him down, and brace myself against the shower wall. Behind me, Sean moves, warm hands finding my hips, little sounds escaping him that make my chest ache. I glance back and catch his sheepish shrug.

“Um… I can’t quite reach.”

“Gods, you’re adorable.” I laugh under my breath. “How about this?”

I lower myself to my knees on the shower floor. Sean shifts behind me, reaching under, teasing my horn until my eyes roll back in my head, then slides two fingers inside me.

“Is your hole ready for me?”

“Sean. Pound me like a good boy. Please.”

“Perfect,” he whispers, voice gone dark and sweet. “Now, I’m going to fuck the cum out of you.”

And then, for the first time in my life, someone’s inside me.

Not someone. My mate.

His cock slides in easily from all the patting and fingering, but still—there’s a sharp, stretching ache that makes me gasp. Not pain that saysstop,but the kind that saysremember this.Feel it. Let him claim you. My muscles clench around him on instinct, the heat of it all making my vision blur behind my glasses.

This is why he took his time. Why he lubed me up, whispered to me, touched me like I might break. My mate isn’t just handsome. He’s patient, thoughtful, smart.

Each slow thrust burns then blooms into something new—pleasure with an edge, intensity that makes my tusks ache from clenching my jaw. The deeper he goes, the more I want. My body’s learning him, taking him, wanting to keep him inside.

“Oh Sean. Fuck. Yes. Fuck me good. Please. Harder. Don’t stop.”

Every motion, every press of him filling me up, every grind makes my head spin. I can sense he’s close—his breath faltering, his body shaking—and it pulls me closer to my own edge. My whole body tightens, straining between wanting to let go and wanting to hold this moment forever.

Still, I stay mindful. I want him to understand—to feel this the way I do. Not as chaos or release, but as connection.

“Greg, I’m close, should I…”

Before he can finish his sentence, I reach backwith one hand, clutching his round ass to me. “No, stay inside. Be a good boy, and fill me up.”

He’s moaning, grasping onto my waist, fucking deeper, as his cock unloads inside me.

“That’s it,” I say, urging him on. “Fuck that cum into me. Deeper.”

The sensation of him right there, so close, so present, overwhelms me. My body tightens, a coil of heat and need, and I can feel each spasm. The knowledge of my mate’s seed filling me up sends me over the top.

I reach down, hands shaking, desperate for release, and it doesn’t take long. Sean senses what I’m after, and reaches under, massaging my horn. Adding pressure just like I showed him. A few long, frantic strokes, and I’m tipping over the edge. Warmth splashes over me, dripping, blasting against the shower walls as my hole contracts around him. The noise, the heat, the slick tang of him mixed with me—it’s perfect, and it makes me groan into the space between us.

Then he moves back. The instant he pulls out, I ache for him—miss the pressure, the heat, the way he perfectly filled me. But he’s right there, face in front of me, hands on my waist, eyes bright and daring.

“Sean, wait,” I manage, breathless, but I can’t stop. My body is too keyed up, too consumed by him. Every glance, every smirk, every inch of him pushing me over the edge again.

I can’t hold back. The dam has been breached. I lose myself entirely, my cock blasting hot cum everywhere, covering him. Marking him. But Sean’s face?He’s smiling. Big. Bigger than I’ve ever seen. He wants it. Maybe loves it. There’s no hesitation, no shame—just the two of us, messy, and perfectly in sync. When I finish, I’m panting, shivering, his drenched head pressed against my stomach as my heart pounds like a drum.

He laughs softly, a little breathless, and it’s like music in my ears.

With a lick of his lips, he smiles. “Mmmh. Nutty. Sweet. Much better than my cum.”