I tighten my grip on him, running my nose along his neck. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Me too, my love. Me too.”
THORIN
We pull into my garage, and Poe is out of the car and in my arms before I even close the garage door. I throw him over my shoulder and race up the stairs, pushing into our bedroom before practically launching him onto the bed.
“I’m gonna knot on the first go,” I warn him, removing my belt with a leatherycrack.
“Yes,” he begs. “I need your knot so bad.”
We don’t waste time being cute with the clothing removal. By the time we’re naked, a button is rolling off toward the hallway and I’m pretty sure his underwear is ruined. Completely feral, we throw ourselves at each other as he begs me to fuck his barely prepared hole.
I do exactly as he asks and between the pained and pleasured groans, I’m writing a thank-you note in my head to the inventor of lube. I’m also more than a little glad this place has a larger lot. Without the extra distance between our neighbors, I’m sure they’d be calling the police with all the ruckus we make. Still, I slow the punishing rhythm, needing to make sure his body can take my knot without injury.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says, rolling his hips in time with my thrusts.
I peer into his glowing turquoise eyes, still bowled over by his beauty and his quick wit. “I love you, too, Poe. I’m so lucky to have found you.”
“We both got lucky,” he whines, right before his eyes roll back in his head.
He arches and shivers, and I help him along with my hand on his cock. Seconds later, he shoots all over his belly, cawing sharply as he does.
The tight squeeze at the base of my shaft does me in and I let my hips loose, thrusting with wild abandon as I fill him up. The familiar pressure of my knot, expanding, pulsing in the tight confines of his body, tells me I’m home.
Poe nails me with that icy gaze of his. “Stretch me, baby. I missed your knot. I need it.”
I thrust one last time, going as deep as I possibly can, my knot swelling until we are well and truly stuck together.
He inhales sharply, his eyes going wide. “Oh, oh, oh,” he whines, his desperately high-pitched caw nearly enough to send me over. “It’s too much. It’s too much. Mm, I love it.”
I still my hips, letting his body adjust to me, forever on a hair trigger when it comes to this man.
“Fuck, sorry, baby,” I say, filling him again. “I swear, I used to have so much self-control.”
“Thorin, your nuts are the size of small avocados. Come as many times as you want to. You know I need it just as much,” he says, rubbing his belly, which is already beginning to swell.
Humming with satisfaction, I grip his cock, shuttling my hand up and down a few times before he arches. “I like how you talk about my nuts, as though you aren’t in the same predicament.” I emphasize this by tugging on his gorgeous, fat sac.
He stiffens again as I gently pull and twist on his sensitive balls, grinning as his cock spurts another huge load onto his belly. Running my fingers through the mess, I raise them to my lips, savoring his taste.
“Fuck, your knot feels like it could last forever.”
I flick and suck on his nipples. “Goddess, I hope so.”
Hours later, after we’ve spent multiple times over and cleaned up in the shower, we’re lazing in bed, not sleepy enough to sleep, but too exhausted from making up for lost time to do anything else. I love these moments with him.
“Oh, I forgot,” I say, pulling him in for a kiss. “I got you a gift.”
Poe’s eyes fly open. “You got a gift for me?”
I grin. “I did. And it issoshiny.”
He claps his hands and pushes me down on the bed, straddling me to press his ass against my indefatigable cock.
“You know how I love shiny things.”
It’s true—my Poe adores his sparkly trinkets. Still, he does manage both taste and restraint. Too many shiny things and you can’t make one out from the other. Just enough, however, and there’s something about the beauty of the space he’s created that lets us enjoy what he’s put together.
