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He was hard enough himself he was worried that one touch would send him embarrassingly over the edge by the time his fingers were gliding in with little to no resistance. If he didn’t speed this up, he might not make it.
“To be honest,” he said as he pulled away, “I always imagined this going differently.”
“As long as it ends with your dick inside of me, I don’t really care,” Hunter growled out, and Odin laughed.
“Is it the drug making you this bold, or are you just like this in bed?” Odin asked.
“I’m not sure. You’ll have to find some of my old sex partners and ask them.”
He didn’t much care for that response. “If I do, I’ll have to kill them.”
“Only if I get to kill all your past sex partners, too,” Hunter replied, and it was hard to tell if he was being serious or making a joke.
Odin lined himself up, rubbing his thick head against Hunter’s hole in a teasing gesture first. The second Hunter opened his mouth, no doubt to complain, he slowly pushed inside, groaning at the tight squeeze, and was momentarily lost to sensation.
Then Hunter made a mewling sound beneath him, urging him forward, deeper, until he was all the way in, and the two of them were pressed so close their heartbeats seemed to mingle in their chests.
They stayed like that for a second, nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathing breaking the otherwise stillness of the room.
Hunter rested a palm against Odin’s hip.
“You can move now.” His voice was dazed and seemingly far away, despite the fact the words were whispered directly against the curve of Odin’s throat. He pressed his lips there once, softly, tentatively, as if unsure about what he was doing. When Odin didn’t give an adverse reaction, however, he took that as an invitation, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck and clinging as if his life depended on it. “Move.”
Odin’s body reacted to the order instinctually, as if obeying the smaller man’s commands had always been the way of things between them. He almost faltered, almost questioned it, but then Hunter tightened his muscles around his thick length and effectively sent all thoughts racing from his mind into the ether.
The only thing that mattered was the feel of Hunter beneath him, around him, and how he could chase that feeling and get more.
He started off easy, pumping slow and deliberately into him, relishing the hisses that slipped past Hunter’s parted lips. The bed shook as he ground his hips forward, pressing him into the mattress with every thrust.
Odin matched his tempo to Hunter’s breathing, picking up the pace as his breaths quickened until he was pounding into him hard enough to send the headboard clattering against the wall. That only spurred him onward, and he reached down, grabbing Hunter beneath the curve of his right knee. He pushed his leg up, opening him up so he could stroke deeper, altering the angle in a way that sent Hunter gasping and clawing at his back.
Hunter pulled at his hair and he growled in response but didn’t pull away, relishing the sting.
“You like it rough, Huntsman?” He drove into him with more force, strong enough that it had Hunter sliding up the mattress half an inch before he caught him around the waist and pulled him back. He slammed him down on his cock, resituating so that his thighs were braced under Hunter’s splayed ones as he sat up to get a good look. “You’re so hot. So needy.”
Odin flicked a finger over Hunter’s flushed head, sending his dick bobbing in a way that had the other man glaring, his cheeks staining red in mild embarrassment. Odin laughed.
“Really? You’re splayed out before me with your legs spread and your hole greedily swallowing me up, yet this is what embarrasses you?” He wrapped his fingers around his hard length, giving a swift pump of his fist and hips at the same time that had Hunter clawing at the bed sheets.
A thick drop of precome gushed out, and Odin collected it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth. He sucked on his finger, smirking when Hunter’s eyes went wide and his breath caught.
“I want to consume all of you,” Odin said silkily, dropping his hands to Hunter’s thighs for purchase as he stroked back into him. “Own all of you.”
He was only partially aware of what he was saying, but he didn’t care. Right now, he was operating entirely on feeling, and all that he knew in this moment was he wanted this to go on forever. Wanted Hunter’s legs wrapped around him, his sighs filling his bedroom, the musky, salty scent of him invading his personal space...
“Tell me that you’re mine,” he commanded.
Hunter shook his head. “No.”
Odin settled over him once more, chest to chest, pushing in as deep as he could go until Hunter’s mouth popped open on another moan. He brushed a hand through his hair, over his forehead, and fucked into him with steady intention, drawing it out torturously until he had the other man a writhing mess.
He leaned down and kissed him on the side of his jaw, beneath his ear, and then he growled in a rough voice, “You’re mine, Huntsman. To do with as I wish. To take,” another thrust forward, “and to touch,” he placed his hand under Hunter’s chin and tipped his face up so that their eyes met once more, “however, and whenever, I please.”
Odin captured his mouth sweetly and softly, coaxing him to open for him and accept the light lapping of his tongue. “Say it. Say it, Hunter.”
“Bleed me.”
The words penetrated through some of the sexual haze, and he pulled back slightly, brow furrowing. “What?”
