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Overcome with regret, he embraced Ashwood from behind, felt him tremble as Bellamy’s lips found his nape in a soft apology for what he’d been through, their forms fitting so well together, except for one thing. He quickly worked his own placket open and stepped out of the remainder of his clothes. When Ashwood glanced over his shoulder to take in his bare form, his eyes grew hooded, stoking the fire inside him again.
Bellamy brushed his fingers down the firm globes of his ass, and then, using both hands, he parted his cheeks to admire Ashwood’s tight hole as his own cock stood at attention.
“There’s no oil to smooth the way,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I don’t desire it,” Ashwood replied. “I’d rather feel you ripping me in two so I can savor it for years to come.”
His heart stuttered.
Ashwood thrust his hips back in invitation, and Bellamy growled and spit into his crease, rubbing the saliva over his wrinkled entrance with his thumb.
He worked a finger inside, sighing at the warmth and tightness. When Ashwood’s knees buckled, Bellamy clutched his hip. “I’ve got you.”
Adding a second digit, he angled it just right to make Ashwood cry out.
“Bell, please,” he pleaded, using his nickname again, and now it only spurred him on. He could pretend as well, for this one perfect night.
His lips brushed Ashwood’s ear, and then he bit it gently. “Admit it. You’re a filthy, greedy beast.”
“Yes.” He gasped. “But I am your filthy beast.”
He groaned. This man might be the death of him.
“You are mine tonight,” he said, pulling his fingers out of his body. “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”
“Yes,” he hissed as Bellamy slid his prick against his crease. Ashwood tried to push back against him, but he suspended the contact with almost bruising force, tormenting him a while longer.
Then, spitting into his hole once more, he lined up his cock and watched as his thickness stretched Ashwood’s hole. He rocked forward in shallow, tentative thrusts, afraid he’d hurt him despite his brutal request. His own pleasure exploded in his groin and bollocks, sensation upon sensation until he filled Ashwood completely.
“Oh, Ash.” He rested his head between his shoulder blades as the past and present collided. He was so warm and soft inside, everything he’d ever dreamed of. “I cannot believe…it feels incredible.”
Ashwood remained quiet, but Bellamy could hear his breaths sputtering out of him, and it made him nervous that maybe the lead-up had been too much. “Are you all right?”
“Perfect.” Ashwood sounded wrecked, and Bellamy felt the urge to be closer. So he wrapped an arm around his chest, his other hand rounding his hip and reaching for his cock, and Ashwood released a strangled sob. Bellamy stroked him while canting his hips forward, unable to keep from moving inside him. The feeling was too good, too intense.
“More,” Ashwood said. “Fuck me like you mean it, Bell.”
Bellamy growled. It was all the encouragement he needed.
Fingers digging into his hips, Bellamy readjusted his angle and began fucking Ashwood savagely, solid and ruthless, and Ashwood’s moans were nearly his undoing. Ashwood had already ruined him in more ways than one, but he wouldn’t trade one moment of this night—the forest or the fucking—for anything.
When he reached around again to stroke his stiff length, Ashwood bent his head all the way back, in what Bellamy now recognized as an act of submission. It took Bellamy’s breath away, tore his insides apart.
He ran his tongue over his teeth where his fangs had protruded, feeling the whisper of them from earlier. He wanted so badly to bite him, and he’d never had that urge before in his entire life.
Instead, he licked his throat, the underside of his jaw, his ear. “Ash.”
“Please,” he begged. “I need you, Bell.”
He dug his nails into his skin, and Ashwood hissed, exposing his jugular further, as if asking Bellamy to overwrite the worst of his memories, and Bellamy wanted nothing more than to give him what he desired. So he pulled his prick all the way out, then lined it to his entrance. The moment he thrust inside, he sank his teeth into the prominent vein in his neck, gently at first, then more aggressively, marking him as Ashwood cried out.
“You will always belong to me, even when we’re far apart.” The words felt foreign on his tongue, yet completely right. As he dug his teeth—and prick—inside Ashwood, that sublime, transformative energy that tethered them together sparked to life inside him, shocking his system. He felt like he was drowning in endless sensation as he gently laved the bite area with his tongue, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
Ashwood cursed, stiffened sharply against him, and Bellamy felt wetness spurt across his fist as Ashwood spilled his seed. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.
