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Keeping this first potent load of release deep inside Craig’s channel as long as possible is selfish. All it does is make Craig even more attuned to him. He knows Craig has had enough. He kisses his cheek and wonders if he’s too heavy, but Craig is so relaxed under him, so at peace as he naps with his Daddy’s cock in his hole.
“You’re a good boy,” he finds himself saying. There’s no change in Craig’s expression. The boy is his and wants to be his. Keeping him steeped in Sam’s come pushes the boundaries of acceptability and is the sort of thing that should be negotiated. One agrees to mate, agrees to an exchange of pleasure, or a certain amount of hard use if they have pain compatibility, and he doesn’t know what Craig’s makeup consists of, he only knows what he’s experienced with him. He’s only got his instincts to go off of.
Instinct is what’s guiding Sam now, and that isn’t fair to Craig.
He needs to pull out.
There are footsteps, the doctor coming back in to check on them. Sam growls low and threatening enough that the man backs up and leaves again.
He nuzzles Craig’s neck, bites into the tendon hard, and Craig whimpers and squeezes on his cock, hips trying to lift and offer his ass rather than pull away.
Interesting.
And he doesn’t wake up. Which is also interesting and unusual. Craig should have some sense of self-preservation, have limits to his own submissiveness, and dislodge Sam from his body.
Craig should have a biological urge to get those hormones out as soon as possible so he isn’t unpleasantly desperate and dependent upon Sam for the next several days.
Every partner Sam has ever had protects themselves in that way. It’s a self-preservation mechanism. Is it possible Craig doesn’t have that? What exactly did they do to him to make it so he has no self-preservation instincts?
Is it genetic or training? Or even instinctive?
There are tears at the corner of Craig’s eyes, his thick lashes clumped together, a sign of just how difficult it was. Craig sobbed through the mating and took what he was given, but it was such a struggle for his tight, virgin hole.
Craig’s body released without a hand on his cock, turning the pain into pleasure, which is a rare phenomenon indeed. Another prompt that he needs to read Craig’s file as soon as possible.
“Sweetheart, you need to wake up now,” he says, but there’s no reaction.
He lifts himself up and lets his hard cock start to slide out, looking down to watch his come-covered cock leave the man’s stretched ring, and Craig rouses, hips rising to keep him inside.
“Don’t,” Craig begs, and Sam presses back inside but stays lifted, his chest off of Craig’s back. Craig shivers and peers back at him.
“We should go to my quarters now,” Sam says, trying to memorize his face. How lovely he is.
“What about the release?” Craig asks, wide-eyed and serious.
“It’s been in you too long as it is. This first round, all that come in you is only going to make you crave me more, and you’re already going to be the prettiest little slut for it. Next time I’ll stay in you, and you can keep it.” He starts to pull out, and Craig’s hips rise again to stop him.
“Don’t leave, Daddy.”
Sam frowns. “Me pulling out isn’t leaving you. You’ll go with me. I’ll have you again when we’re in my quarters. I’ll be mating you for days, baby,” he says, and Craig turns his head away and blushes at the term of endearment. “It should be rather uncomfortable now. You don’t feel the need to have me out of you?”
“No,” Craig says, still looking away.
Is it a lie?
“Surely you’re uncomfortable on the floor?”
“No,” Craig repeats, which is pure stubbornness.
Sam chuckles, letting his hips grind his cock deeper into Craig’s hole, and Craig presses his forehead to the ground, whimpering deep in his throat. His fingers are pressed white into the floor, a sign of strain.
“Do you know why they sent me?” he asks, but it’s rhetorical because of course Craig doesn’t know. He just woke up. “I’m good with submissive partners. Even if I wasn’t at the top of my cycle, I likely would have been called in to meet you and help you get established with the right partner. But I can’t read you, Craig. I don’t have a good idea of what you need or want. You’re unusual.”
“Bad?” Craig mumbles.
“No,” he says firmly and lies back over Craig, covering him. Craig sighs in relief and then offers his neck. “Not bad at all, babydoll,” he reiterates and presses his hand under Craig’s hip to cup his soaked cock in his hand.
Craig presses back against him, and Sam groans and obeys the silent request, fucking him gently. He’ll stay hard as long as his submissive needs it, but if they don’t go soon, he’ll come again and likely knot, and he really doesn’t want to do that on the floor.
