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“Yes, please,” he murmurs, sounding hollowed out and as if he’s already drifting toward subspace.
Sam presses deeper, the widest part of the knot easing slowly back inside. And then he’s home, locked in tight.
“It’s in, darling. Pretty boy. All done,” he says, shuddering in pleasure as Craig’s body is snug and hot around the mostly filled knot. There’s no response.
Sam reaches under to feel Craig’s cock, soaked and leaking in response to the hard mating.
“Daddy!” Craig gasps. “Daddy, it’s a lot.”
“It is. It’s so much. You’re so good,” Sam grits out, knot still filling, feeling like another heartbeat, squeezed so goddamned tight in Craig’s passage. He tries to grind deeper, but nothing happens. That gland of Craig’s has him tightly wedged, locked in place. Craig’s rim holds him firm.
“Fuck,” Sam gasps, something like fear skittering through him. This is part of Craig’s modifications, the reinforced anus, the desire to keep his Dominant locked in him deep and tight. But Sam needs to come.
He can’t move.
“Clench, sweetheart. Work it out of me,” he orders and strokes at Craig’s hips, then the globes of his ass.
“Daddy,” Craig says, and it sounds like he’s begging. “Can’t,” he whimpers, spent and boneless on the bed. He is too deep in his submission to help.
Which is unacceptable.
Sam hauls him up, back pressed to his chest, and pinches Craig’s nipples. It gets him a tired moan.
“You’re gonna have to start milking, sweetheart.”
Craig whimpers again.
Sam would be amused at Craig’s docility if his cock weren’t so fucking hard, but it is, and this is quickly becoming too uncomfortable. He drops a hand down, fondling Craig’s cock and balls, rough and urgent, needing him to contract inside and make Sam come since he can’t move.
“Daddy has to come, sweetheart. Help us now,” he orders.
Craig’s body ripples weakly around his cock, but it’s not nearly enough to make him come.
“Let Daddy,” he says and begins to stroke Craig’s cock.
Craig cries out and tries to pull Sam’s hand away, but Sam bites him on the neck, and he surrenders utterly, passive against Sam, which is actually not very fucking helpful. “Come on now, you can be a pillow princess later, honey,” Sam says, but Craig just whimpers, offering an even weaker clench on his cock, and Sam decides to take drastic action. He wraps his hand around his boy’s shaft, tugging hard and fast, getting Craig close to the edge of coming.
“Oh, no,” Craig whispers. “Daddy, Daddy, no,” he pleads, shuddering in Sam’s arms. “Cock,” he demands, petulant.
“Hush now. You’re not milking, sweetheart. I’ve got to come, and I need your help. Be good now. I know you can. Trust me. We’ll get there.”
“I can’t. What if… what if I can’t?” Craig whispers and sounds a little more with it.
It’s a terrifying fucking possibility. What would happen if Craig couldn’t milk him to orgasm? If they were locked together and his cock couldn’t soften because his knot was inflated inside his boy’s very tight channel? They’d have to go to medical. God only knows what they’d have to do to help them get unstuck. It sounds like a goddamn nightmare.
“We’re fine. Of course you’re going to milk me. You’re a good boy, and you obey. Trust Daddy, that’s all, baby.” He sounds a lot more confident than he feels.
“I… yes, Daddy. I want you to… I want that so much,” Craig promises.
“I know you do. So let it happen. This is how we’re going to do it. You come for me this way. Come in Daddy’s hand like a good boy, and that will trigger your milking reflex.”
Craig sobs and puts his hands on Sam’s hips, fingers digging in as he trembles through the overstimulation. Craig cries out, on the verge of release, as Sam strokes him again and again, the little shaft hard and hot in his grip. The squeeze against his knot intensifies, like a boa constrictor, tighter and tighter as Craig gets closer, but it isn’t enough. What Sam needs is the release, the spasms of Craig’s body to trigger his own orgasm since he can’t thrust.
“Fuck, come on now,” he demands, stroking Craig faster, tighter, until Craig shudders against him. “Give it up, boy.” There’s a weak squeeze on Sam’s knot as Craig’s passage responds, milking him, and Craig cries out at the sensation.
“Good boy.”
“Hurts, Daddy. I can’t! Daddy, no,” he protests but doesn’t fight as Sam keeps up a steady pace, knowing he’s getting him there, that it’s close. Craig’s balls are full and tight to his body, the shaft hot and stiff in his hand.
