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“Orien—” I start, wiggling within his grip, my hard dick brushing his pec.
His free hand comes down once on my ass. “Be still.”
Then his fingers shove back inside me, finding my sweet spot, and whatever I was planning to say dissolves into a needy whine of surrender.
He carries me down the hall like that, working my prostate until I’m writhing and panting into the curve of his broad back, my toes curling with pleasure as my vision blurs from all the blood pooling to my head.
Orien’s fingers leave my body, but before I can protest their absence, he tips me forward off his shoulder. I land on my back on the cool sheets, already reaching for him without hesitation, my hand closing around his wrist to pull him down over me.
He comes willingly, his knee pushing between my thighs as he settles on the mattress. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to hold him in place while my hands drag down the deep groove of his spine.
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss deeper now, his tongue curling around mine. One of his hands braces beside my head, while the other moves between us to wrap around both our lengths. The contact draws a gasp from me, and my hips lift to meet his hand.
“Inside,” I say, the word breaking on a moan. “Need you inside.”
He shifts, and the blunt head of his cock finds my entrance. Pressure builds, the tight ring of muscles offering up a moment of resistance, then the slow give as he pushes inside.
I relish every inch of the stretch, the fullness building as he seats himself to the hilt, and holds himself still to allow me time to adjust around him.
My inner muscles clench, pulling him deeper, and his breath leaves him in a sharp exhale through his nose.
“Move,” I moan. “Please.”
He withdraws almost all the way, the thick head of his cock stretching my rim until it catches, only to plunge back in with a force that sends a shockwave through my body. He sets a deliberate rhythm, each thrust a claim, staking himself deep within me. His hips slam into mine, pinning me to the mattress as he grinds into my ass. There’s no space between us, no room for anything but this primal connection.
I clutch his shoulders, nails biting into tense muscle as he moves. Pleasure builds with each thrust, a molten heat starting at the base of my spine and spreading like wildfire. It fills my veins and clouds my mind until I’m nothing but sensation and need. My slick eases every movement, the sounds of wet flesh on flesh echoing in the otherwise silent apartment as our bodies meet, over and over.
Orien’s mouth trails down from my collarbone, his breath hot on my skin. He finds my nipple, already hardened into a tight bud, and circles it with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks, the pressure sending electric jolts straight to my groin.
I arch into him, a gasp escaping my lips as his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, biting just hard enough to add a spark of pain that heightens the pleasure. My ass clenches in response, and he groans, the sound resonating through us both.
“Fuck,” he says, the word breaking on a gasp.
I fist his hair and drag him back up for a kiss. There are no words for the way his body fits against mine, for the heat building under my skin, or for the absolute certainty that I’m where I belong. My free hand slides between us to wrap around my dick, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
The pleasure builds, and my breath catches, my thighs tightening around Orien’s waist to hold him where I need him. Each thrust drives him deeper, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me that blurs my vision.
Orien’s hand comes up to cup my jaw, thumb tracing the bruise forming on my cheek. “You’re mine.”
I turn my face into his palm, kissing its center. “Yes.”
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss messy now, our rhythm faltering as we both chase the precipice. My hips lift to meet each thrust, clenching around him, and his control slips. His hand moves to my hip, fingers digging into the muscle as he holds me in place, setting a pace that drives the air from my lungs.
The pleasure builds, a slow coil tightening in my balls. My hand moves faster on my dick, shuttling up and down. “Close.”
His hand engulfs mine, squeezing as we both stroke my dick in tandem. The dual friction, the slick slide of our grips along my shaft, sends electric jolts of pleasure surging through my body.
His hot, ragged breath puffs across my lips as he growls, “Come for me.” His hips punctuate each word with a deep, hard thrust, the force pushing me further into the mattress. “Want to feel you let go.”
And I do, surrendering to the wave as it crests, my body going tight around him as pleasure crashes through me in a rush that leaves me gasping. My dick pulses in our joined grip, cum spilling over our fingers to paint my stomach in hot stripes.
Orien follows moments later, his rhythm faltering as his control breaks. His hips snap forward, driving him deep as he comes with a groan buried in the curve of my shoulder. He pulses inside me, the heat of his release flooding my channel, and my inner muscles ripple in response, milking every drop from him.
For a moment, neither of us moves, both of us breathing hard as the last pulses of pleasure fade. Then Orien settles on top of me, his head dropping to my shoulder as his arms bracket my ribs. His breath heats my skin, his heart pounding against my chest where we’re pressed together.
We stay like that, joined, as our breathing slows and our heart rates return to normal. The apartment is quiet around us, the only sound the occasional soft creak of the bedsprings as one of us shifts. Outside the window, the sky is darkening toward evening, with the last rays of sunlight painting the walls in shades of gold and amber.
Orien’s fingers rest over the three healed Marks, his thumb brushing the edge of the highest one, tracing the raised skin with careful attention.
