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“Yeah. Fuck, yeah. I want to be the first person you ever fuck. And the last, too,” Zee confessed hoarsely.
Ishir’s gut liquified. His cock dripped, fully hard despite barely being touched. “Yeah. I’m gonna—you’re mine too, Zee.”
“I know,” Zee said and kissed him.
Ishir went as slow as he could. Licked and nuzzled him all over, digging into the backs of his knees, the crease of his thigh and hip, the wide curve of his shoulders. He nipped at Zee’s scent gland, making him tremble and cry out, nails scrabbling at Ishir.
Fingering Zee open was a revelation. He very suddenly understood why Zee liked to take his time. It was a power trip, having Zee writhe on the bed as Ishir slipped his fingers in and out, watching the rim get puffy and used, sucking him in.
“Fuck me already,” Zee demanded eventually, and Ishir didn’t have the patience to hold off. He flipped Zee belly-up, kissed him with the savage need they both felt, and lined himself up.
Fuck, it felt good to be inside Zee’s body. Not just because he was tight and hot and wet, but because it wasZee. His best friend. His partner. The person he loved most in the world.
Zee wasn’t nearly as pliant as Ishir usually was while getting fucked. He grabbed at Ishir, pulling him in and fucking his mouth with his tongue, meeting him at every thrust until they were both crazed with the high of rut and arousal.
Zee bit Ishir’s lip. “Come on, baby. Fucking knot me.”
Ishir couldn’t hold off a second longer. His spine lit up as he bottomed out, knot popping inside Zee, locking them together. His orgasm hit like a fucking tsunami, thighs trembling as it kept going on, and on, and on.
It was only when Zee started whining under him that he noticed Zee was about to knot too. Ishir wrapped both his hands around the base of Zee’s cock andsqueezed.
Zee howled at the sudden pressure, shooting off between them. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouth gaping, body convulsing with the force of it, ropes of come covering them both.
Ishir couldn’t imagine what it was like, knotting while being knotted, but he was eager to find out.
The whole rut was like that, a wild feast of pleasure. Ishir bottomed from that point on, missing being knotted too much to want it the other way—there was something deeply satisfying about Zee stretching him that far, being that close, filling him up as if he were trying to knock him up.
They barely left the room, feeding each other morsels of food in the nest, Zee stroking his hair as he placed pieces of fruit on Ishir’s tongue, kissing the juices that dripped down his chin. They washed each other in the bath, sitting face-to-face, legs on either side of each other’s hips, kissing and lathering soap onto sore skin.
“I fucking love you so much,” Zee murmured in the foamy water, and Ishir could feel it in his chest, a light that made everything glow.
“Me too. Let’s…we’re doing it, right?” Ishir asked.
Zee looked at him, expression lined with desire. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
They’d talked about mating. Talked about what that would entail—how their families would react, their friends, the locker room.
The good, they decided, far outweighed the bad.
“Then yeah. We’re doing it.”
They could both feel it was the tail-end of their ruts, a gentler yearning replacing mindless wanting. Ishir still gasped when Zee slipped inside, revelling in being complete again, in howrightit felt.
Zee went slow, gentle, peppering him with kisses. Ishir moved with him, clinching his legs around Zee’s waist and keeping him close. His cock was trapped between them, hard and leaking, rubbed by both their bodies.
“I’m almost there,” Zee warned.
“Yeah. Me too. Come on.” Ishir tilted his head, exposing his throat. “You first. Make me yours. Let everyone know who I belong to.”
Zee let out a pained moan, and Ishir felt the knot inside him swell rapidly, making him buck and squeeze his legs tight.
One, two, three beats, and Zee was at his neck, sinking his teeth in. Pressure, first, and then Ishir’s skin split, a moment of pain. Ishir cried out, shuddering, voice dying out as a pleasure he didn’t even know how to classify hit him in the gut.
He didn’t know if he was coming. If he was knotting, or squirming, or making sound. He could feel the bond form, the chemistry of his scent morphing to match Zee’s.
“You,” he heard in the distance. “Now you.”
