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Ashwood sank to his knees, taking Bellamy’s prick in hand as he trembled, the sensation too much, too familiar. “I’ve missed this so much.” He leaned forward to bury his nose in the hair at Bellamy’s groin and inhaled deeply. Bellamy shuddered, his shoulder anchored to the wall behind him for leverage.
“Ash,” he whispered as Ashwood’s fingers encircled his shaft, sliding the foreskin down, his tongue darting out to lick at his glans. Bellamy’s hands burrowed in his hair, tightened, Ashwood’s mouth providing the perfect amount of suction. But he was already only a hairbreadth away from the surface and desperately needed to feel Ashwood in a different way. “Wait.”
Ashwood immediately slowed, staring up at him with shiny lips and hooded eyes.
“Fill me with your cock. I want to feel you long after you’re gone.”
Their eyes held steady, and though he saw desire in Ashwood’s, there was also an underlying melancholy, like a thin line connecting them across a chasm.
Ashwood stood and scooped Bellamy into his arms, their mouths melding together again. He carefully deposited him on the bed, then lay down atop him. It was the first time their bodies fitted together in that manner, and Bellamy groaned, enjoying the weight of him. He slid his hands down the knobs of Ashwood’s spine to cup his cheeks, pulling him tighter as they rutted and moaned against each other’s mouths. It provided the perfect amount of friction, intensifying the sensation.
“I will never forget what you feel like,” Bellamy said close to his ear. “You can be certain of that, Ash.”
Ashwood’s gaze turned glassy as if the words Bellamy had uttered touched his very soul.
“Use the oil,” Bellamy said. Ashwood would remember where it was from earlier in the day. “It will help smooth the way.”
Ashwood sat up on his knees and retrieved the oil, then took his time slicking his length and Bellamy’s hole. When Ashwood stuck a finger inside him, Bellamy moaned. Then two fingers, stealing the breath from his lungs. As Ashwood weaved them in and out, he watched for Bellamy’s reaction with a softened expression, and it made Bellamy’s chest throb. He always knew Ashwood would be a considerate lover.
“Enough,” Bellamy pleaded. “I need more.” But Ashwood drew out the delicious torment a moment longer before finally removing his fingers and lining up his prick.
Their eyes met, mutual affection reflecting between them. It felt profound—like an ending and yet a beginning. Bellamy would have this memory of his mate, his beloved, seared like a brand on his heart before the next journey of their lives began.
“Ash, I…” He wanted to say something, anything, to loosen the ball of pressure in his chest.
“No, don’t…” Ashwood shook his head. “Can we not just have this?”
Bellamy said nothing more, only watched and felt every movement and sensation as Ashwood pressed his cock inside his body, slowly at first, then in one long stroke that curled his toes.
Bellamy hissed when he was fully seated, the feeling indescribable. Not because he was particularly well-endowed or unusually gifted in fucking, but because it was him and it was them, their chemistry and tension and adoration for each other undisguisable in this raw moment.
“You feel incredible.” Ashwood’s eyes shut on a sigh, and he gripped Bellamy’s thigh as if he might come apart at the seams. “As I’d always dreamed.”
Everything felt more intense in that moment. Bellamy gasped as Ashwood fucked into him, and he rocked forward to meet his thrusts, the only sounds in the room their harsh breaths and their bodies joining together in a way he could’ve only ever imagined.
Ashwood moved above him, and then he wrapped his hand around Bellamy’s throat, just tight enough—and possessive enough—to intensify his pleasure. Bellamy groaned, his voice hoarse as he clasped Ashwood’s wrist for leverage.
Their eyes locked, Ashwood’s wild and desperate, sparking a visceral longing inside him that Bellamy was afraid he’d never shake. Not when it came to Ashwood.
The hair on Ashwood’s forehead was darkened with sweat, his chest a bloom of color, and Bellamy could feel Ashwood’s pulse hammering against his fingers. Bellamy’s cock was leaking in the small space between them, the tension building, his bollocks full and thrumming for release. He bit down on his lower lip, which was already tender from Ashwood’s punishing kisses, as a vortex of pleasure twisted his insides.
“Ash,” Bellamy hissed as the hand that’d been wrapped around his throat slid lower and gripped his stiff cock. His body tensed, his release bearing down until finally…finally his seed surged across his abdomen in wave after wave of sweet relief.
“Fucken hell.” Watching him in wonder, Ashwood pumped his hips untidily, riding their pleasure before his back bowed and he spurted deeply inside him.
Ashwood slumped for a moment before straightening and pulling his prick out, allowing the rest of his release to join the mess above Bellamy’s groin. It felt warm and sticky—and also surprising, given that Ashwood was purposeful with his aim, as if marking him, or perhaps mixing them together. He had no idea why he’d done it, but the lewd act made Bellamy shudder.
