I whimper as his desire floods our connection. “Careful with the goods, they’re awfully swollen.”
“Why don’t we take care of that?” he asks, his voice deepening.
Trying not to look as desperate as I feel, I yelp as he sweeps me up into his arms. Just being held by him relieves some of the want-want-want, need-need-need pressure.
He carries me through his house, practically running, and within seconds we’re upstairs in his room and tumbling onto the bed, a mass of knees and elbows and lips. Pulling me to the center of the bed, he pantsas he cages me in, looking down with so much intensity in his glowing yellow-green eyes I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, lowering his body to mine, aligning our shafts.
I sigh into the weight on top of me, and we begin to move in time, groaning with the warm velvet slide of our cocks. Sweet fucking relief.
We kiss deeply, grunting into each other’s mouths as liquid heat blooms between us, both of us coming at the same time, our libidos on a hair trigger. One orgasm isn’t nearly enough, so we continue rocking against each other, desperate.
Half a dozen strokes later, Thorin arches his back, throwing his head back, howling as more of his cum pools on my belly. A few seconds later, another orgasm barrels through me like a cosmic event. The birth of a star, the implosion of a sun, something with a lot of heat and a lot of force.
With a deep rumbling in his chest, he scoops the cum off my chest, then flips me violently. Perfectly.
5
THORIN
Itug aside a cheek, exposing his hole to smear his cum over the clenching and relaxing muscle. “Fuck, I love it when it does that.”
Poe looks over his shoulder as I slick myself, then press myself against his body.
“I’m desperate to bury my cock inside you, sweetheart.”
His eyes widen at the endearment. “Do it. I don’t need the preparation. My body wants you. Right now.”
Keening as I push inside him, I stretch him to the limit, nearly coming as he writhes on my cock. I whimper when he pushes back against me.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl. “My knot... It’s going to be a big one. Maybe too big.”
I try to pull out, but Poe stops me, gripping my arm. “It’s not too big. I need it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, stifling a whine as he rocks back against me.
“Jesus, yes,” he says, intensifying the rocking motion. “Need it so much.”
It’s hard to argue with his iron-clad logic, though, to be fair, there isn’t any blood going to my brain at the moment.
I swirl more of our cum along his stretched rim, panting as my knot expands. He chirps, his muscles jumping as black iridescent feathers rise and fall along the ridge of his spine.
Our connection, both physical and metaphysical, builds on itself and within seconds, he’s coming. I’m right there with him, our shared movement pulling bliss from every cell in my body.
“Yes, yes. I want it so bad,” Poe begs, whistling and chortling for more even as I’m giving him everything I’ve got. Another wave hits me, hard, and I grunt through another orgasm, setting him off again.
Poe settles back against me, humming, and I wrap my arms around him, needing him closer. Every movement spawns another orgasm, as if our bodies are making up for lost time as quickly and violently as possible.
We thrust and arch against each other as night continues to fall. I palm his belly in wonder as it swells and swells, whispering filth into his ear every time an earth-ending orgasm washes over me.
Finally, somewhere around three a.m., exhausted, starving, and sore, I gently lift Poe from the bed and carry him to my bathroom.
“Fancy shower,” he murmurs, more cum dribbling down his hard cock as I shift him.
“My knot is finally going down,” I admit, exhausted. “And we’ll ruin the bed if we try to untangle ourselves out there.”
“Good call,” he says sleepily.
