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He wanted the Dark One in every way.
Rutting, fucking, playing, fighting…
Loving.
He didn’t shy from these needs and didn’t try to push them away when they made themselves known.
He was animal, after all. Primal instinct.
He wanted what he wanted. There didn’t have to be rhyme or reason.
But Zai was first and foremost a two-legged being. As such, he listened more to his head than his gut.
What did it mean that he initiated the kiss?
Whatever it meant, Sin took it aspermission. To do whatever he wanted to the male.
And he wantedeverything.
After the first half dozen thrusts, Sin released a torrent of cream to soothe the Hunter’s tight, constricting channel. The slippery seed eased his passage, and he slowed his pace to enjoy the blissful sensation of being fisted in the hottest, silkiest vice.
He slowed the kiss as well, now lapping into Zai’s mouth leisurely. Sucking on the other man’s tongue playfully, never breaking the seal of their lips.
He caressed one hand from Zai’s hip to his side, and up his chest to pinch his beaded nipple between thumb and finger, making his lover grunt, the Hunter’s thick, slightly furred pec jumping from Sin’s teasing touch. Sin scratched his nails over the abused nipple then, making it even more painfully sensitive, and earned himself a low growl.
The promise of retribution.
Sin chuckled low.
He absolutelylovedhow Zai gave as good as he got.
Sure enough, Zai’s fingers thrust harder and deeper into Sin from below.
He used only one hand now, somehow positioning them so that his two longest fingers sank all the way past the second knuckle inside of Sin, while his other hand grabbed hold of Sin’s heavy balls and kneaded them in time with Sin’s hard thrusts.
Not to be outdone, Sin squeezed his own hand between their bodies and took hold of Zai’s leaking cock. He fisted the other male’s stalk to the rhythm of their mating, making sure he clenched the swollen head of Zai extra tight every time his hand pumped up and came back down.
Zai’s meat was so wet from his own juices that Sin’s calloused palm slid easily over the vein-ridged flesh. The slick sounds of their rutting and rubbing were music to Sin’s ears.
So wet.
So hard.
Their bodies heaved and stretched to get closer, mouths seeking, cocks thrusting, holes sucking.
He barely knew he was doing it, he couldn’t help it—emitting a low, continuous roar in the way of his lion heritage. A sonorous sound to warn off others who might come their way. To stake claim to his territory and assert his dominance.
Particularly over the male beneath him.
Zai was his.
All Sin’s.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Have to taste you,he thought, a moment before he smoothly pulled out of Zai, turned his body around and took Zai’s thickness into his mouth without preliminaries, then all the way down his throat, as if it was the most natural thing to do.
