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Daven added a second finger, slowly working him open while leaving his mouth on every inch of bare skin he could find. Humming into Ryneth’s skin, he left soft words of praise while he worked Ryneth’s ass until Ryneth was babbling freely, humping those fingers, desperate.

“Throw your other leg around my shoulder, baby.” Ryneth watched as Daven let more lube dribble over his hard cock. He didn’t hesitate, the back of his knee colliding with Daven’s shoulder.

Daven smiled at him, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Only the focus of a predator who knew the hunt was over. He licked his lips, his jeweled incisors catching the light. “Good. Now relax for me.”

Ryneth had barely the time to obey before Daven slid in, bottoming out in one go.

“Aw, you fucker.”

He smiled at him. “You needed this, didn’t you? The hurt. The warmth.”

Ryneth snarled, but yes, that was exactly what he needed. Pain to rewrite the memories that sat stuck in his head, the warmth to match the temperature that sat in his palm. They touched, threading their fingers together on the pillow next to Ryneth’s head, as Daven started to thrust.

“Such a tight ass.”

Ryneth’s vision swam as the first few thrusts opened him too fast. Daven drove into him hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The stretch burned, dragging Ryneth out of the fog and back into the bed.

“And all fucking mine,” Daven growled, his voice deep in Ryneth’s chest. He pushed Ryneth’s legs higher over his shoulders, folding him tighter beneath him. Ryneth’s body clenched around him. “I can feel you trying to squeeze the life out of me. You’re so greedy for this, aren’t you? You love how much space I’m taking up inside you.”

Ryneth’s head thrashed against the pillow, his heels digging into Daven’s back. “Fuck… Daven.”

“That’s it. Say my name while I wreck you,” Daven praised. He leaned forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against Ryneth’s. He increased the pace, the wet slaps of their skin echoing in the quiet room. “I love how you break for me. I love how your body forgets everything the second I’m deep enough to touch your soul.”

Ryneth’s eyes rolled back, nothing but white showing as a particularly deep thrust hit the curve inside him. A broken moan tore from his throat. His mind was fracturing, the static in his blood turning into pure, golden heat.

“Look at me, aethera,” Daven commanded.

Forcing his eyes open, he found Daven’s gold-flecked gaze. Daven’s teeth were bared in a grin that looked closer to a snarl. He reached down between their bodies, caught the bead of pre-cum on Ryneth’s pulsing tip with his thumb and smeared it over the head.

“You’re so close. Your cock is twitching against my stomach, just begging to ruin these sheets. But you’re going to wait. You’re going to stay right on the edge until I decide it’s time.”

Daven slowed, dragging his hips in a slow circle that made Ryneth buck hard beneath him. He chased the friction, desperate for release.

“Please.” His breath caught as his fingers dug into Daven’s forearms. “Don’t stop. I need to come.”

“You need what I give you,” Daven corrected. He gripped Ryneth’s chin, forcing him to keep eye contact. “You’re such a good boy when you’re being used like this. So soft and quiet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember how to fight me. I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’ll feel me inside you for days.”

Daven hammered into him again, the pace going hard and fast. Ryneth’s breath broke into short gasps. Pressure built low in his body, his balls pulling tight as white flashed behind his eyes.

“That’s it. Give it all to me,” Daven said, breath rough now. He released Ryneth’s chin and laced their fingers together again, pinning his hands to the pillow. “Show me how much you belong to me.”

Ryneth couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final cry, he arched off the bed, his body going tight as he came in hot bursts across his chest and Daven’s stomach.

Daven made a rough sound and drove into him once more before he came. He stayed buried deep, then dropped over him, all heat and weight, his forehead pressing against Ryneth’s as both of them fought for breath.

Ryneth lay still beneath him, wrung out and shaking, his muscles jumping through the aftershocks while his pulse hammered in his throat. Daven didn’t move. He just stayed there, breathing into the quiet like he had no intention of letting him go.

Daven lifted his head and licked a stray tear from Ryneth’s cheek. “Mine,” he whispered, no longer a command but a settled truth.

Ryneth didn’t pull away. He just lay there beneath him, breathing hard while the heat in his blood settled into a low hum. Their hands were still tangled together on the pillow, and for one strange, impossible moment, the world inside his skin felt quiet. Not empty. Just still. Like something in him had finally stopped bracing for the next hit.

“Now. Coffee. Food. I’m starving.”

Daven pushed himself up, and with a flick of his hand, the pocket of air around the bed vanished. The shift was so abrupt that Ryneth almost laughed.

He watched Daven climb off the bed and pull on a bathrobe like he hadn’t just fucked him senseless. Ryneth felt wrung out, warm, and strangely at peace.

“You want fresh tiganos? I can ask that asshole Vandor to go grab some. It’s not like that guy has a life, other than hanging around licking Kylix’s ass.”