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“More is good.” Sam presses it into Craig, filling him up and getting him extra wet inside. It’s cold and artificial, and he thrashes hard against it, his instincts telling him this is wrong.
“Easy, you need that,” Sam says, settling over him. Craig spasms inside as if he’s trying to get it out, as if it’s a betrayal to have anything inside him besides his Daddy’s come. Sam pets his hole gently while it spasms and pulses.
“Beautiful,” he says and notches the head of his cock to Craig’s opening. He’s got fingers framing Craig’s hole as if he’s pulling him open, and then he presses inside with a low groan, not stopping until he’s seated, hand moving to the back of Craig’s neck, pressing his face into the bed.
And that’s fine because Craig is boneless, receptive, floating somewhere close to subspace, pleasure radiating through him like a wave. All he can do is surrender.
And then his Daddy is riding him, pounding away, and the knot is filling, noticeably tugging on his rim as it goes in and out.
Everything else disappears, and the only thing that matters is the cock pumping in and out. How the knot gets bigger and steals his breath as it starts to come free with a small tug, the sparkling sensation he feels when it pops back inside. He starts to squeal on every deep thrust.
Relief, again and again, that the knot made it inside him.
That he took it.
Sam grunts, low and animalistic.
“There you go. Good boy. Last one, and you can keep it, pretty boy,” he growls, and Craig moans when the knot is out and trembles as his Daddy changes position, unbearably empty.
“My good boy. Do you like being fucked this way?”
“I… yes, Daddy,” he whimpers. “Cock, Daddy. Need you now.”
His Daddy makes a sympathetic hum of sound and presses the head back in. “I know, sweetheart. I was just giving my knot a moment to get a little fatter for you. Fuck, it aches, baby.”
“Let me help you,” Craig pleads.
Sam groans, and Craig goes limp, focusing on the sharp press of the fat knot against his rim. “Thank you,” he manages as Sam continues to push.
“Relax, babydoll,” he orders, and his weight covers Craig, hips poised to thrust home. He noses at Craig’s neck. “Ask me for it.”
“Oh, fuck. Daddy, please. Please, I need it so bad!” he cries and sobs at the truth of it. It’s blinding, so big and hard as it forces him open. He twists his hands in the cuffs, unsure what he needs, but the feeling is so intense he has to do something.
“Yeah, come, sweetheart,” his Daddy murmurs, and Craig realizes he is, that he’s spurting into the cutout, coming hard and milking Sam’s knot without a hand on him.
Sam bites him, and there’s heat spreading in Craig’s passage, his Daddy’s cock pulsing inside him as he comes endlessly, filling Craig up with come that soothes him and makes him feel good and safe.
His Daddy stops biting. Craig can smell blood, his neck throbs, and he whimpers to let his Daddy know that he loved it, that it’s affected him, and he’s exactly where he wants to be.
Claimed.
“Now you’re mine.”
“Yes,” Craig might say, but he’s so out of it he isn’t sure.
Sam’s breath hitches, he shudders on top of Craig, and then he feels it, the knot larger, as if it’s filling again. Sam swears and whines behind him, grabbing hard onto Craig as if he’s drowning and only Craig can save him.
“Daddy?”
Sam says nothing, holding on tight and gasping in pleasure or pain, Craig has no idea. There’s heat inside him where the barbs are; the sting is intense but manageable, hot and throbbing but good, and he moans in relief that he can take it.
That he does love it.
The relief is short-lived, the idea that maybe it won’t be as intense as he heard is wrong, because then it itches in a way he’s never felt before, and he struggles under Sam, trying to get his hips back, needing Sam deeper, needing to get fucked and have that itch rubbed and soothed.
“Please? Daddy? I can’t, I can’t, I need you to move. Please, please, Daddy? Fuck me? Oh god, fuck me,” he begs endlessly, squeezing and gripping, willing to do anything to make the burn better, to get just a hint of relief.
There’s nothing he can do.
