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Zee didn’t waste time, setting a violent pace, holding Ishir’s hips tight enough to bruise.
The noises Ishir was making were ridiculous, obscene, grunting and whining as the breath was knocked out of him with every thrust.
“Not good enough, huh?” Zee asked. “I should carve my fucking name on your skin so you remember who you belong to.”
Holy shit. Ishir gasped, getting absurdly close to coming despite his cock being completely untouched.
Suddenly, Zee stopped moving, dick as deep as it would go. Ishir made a noise of confused protest—it didn’t sound like he was coming.
“So, what? Should I call the other Alpha?”
“No,” Ishir gasped.
“No?” He bent over, hot mouth by his ear. “But what if he can do you better than me?”
“No,” Ishir repeated dumbly. His cockached, it was so hard.
Zee locked a hand around Ishir’s throat. “Who do you belong to?”
“You. You, you,” Ishir babbled desperately. He needed Zee tomove.
“Don’t you fucking forget it.” Zee peeled back, thrusting in and out lazily. “Oh, and, Zammy? You’re not coming tonight.”
Ishir twisted to look at Zee and his pleased, hard expression. “What?”
“You’re not coming tonight. I’m going to fuck you, and fill you, and scent you, and you’re gonna be good and take it.”
“No,” Ishir whined. Sure, he’d done this before, but he’d always gone in prepared not to come.
Zee cupped his face. “If you fuck around, baby, you better be ready to find out.” He dropped a kiss on Ishir’s nose and then proceeded to fuck him so hard and thoroughly that all Ishir could think about was staving off his orgasm.
It was torture. Ishir scratched at the sheets as he was lit up from the inside, chest heaving but unable to catch his breath.
He sobbed when Zee finally came, body tensing in a desperate attempt to keep him in.
“Oh God,” Ishir cried as Zee slipped out. His dick was flushed and completely wet. He rolled onto his side, scared of rubbing too much on the bed.
Zee slotted himself behind, palming at his stomach, his abs. “Look at how good you are.”
Ishir’s cock twitched. He closed his eyes, trying not to lose it. He could feel come leaking out of his hole, Zee’s body pressed against his, warm breath on his neck.
“Zee,” Ishir pleaded.
“You can do it. Just relax for me. Breathe in and out, baby, just like me.”
They breathed together slowly, Ishir noticeably shakier than Zee. It helped marginally, or probably would have, if Zee didn’t choose that instant to trace his fingers up and down Ishir’s dick.
Ishir yelped, trying to get away, but Zee had him trapped in place. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re not gonna come. I’ve got you.”
Tears leaked down Ishir’s face. He watched in horror as Zee’s thumb swiped at the head of his cock, a shot of pleasure running up his spine. “I can’t.”
“You can, because all this? All this is mine, and it’ll do what I tell it to.”
Ishir’s eyes closed, head tilted, exposing his throat. All he could do was take it, and be good, whining when Zee licked his tears away.
“Is it sick that I love seeing you cry?”
“Yes,” Ishir sobbed.
