Zane watched, dazed, as Asa spit on his fingers, then pressed them against Zane’s entrance, wincing when he probed him with none of the softness he’d shown over the last few minutes.
“Does it hurt?” Asa asked, gaze locked on Zane’s face.
“Yes,” Zane managed on a broken gasp.
“Good,” Asa said, even as he withdrew his fingers to spread Zane open and spit on his entrance, using his thumb to press it inside him.
Zane was panting now, hips restless. “Stop teasing.”
Asa slapped Zane’s thigh, the lightning bolt of pain searing through him deliciously until his cock leaked even more.
“Such a pain slut,” Asa murmured as he loomed over Zane to give him a filthy kiss.
Zane heard more than saw Asa reaching for something in the drawer from the dresser beside the bed. He didn’t even care what it was at this point. There was literally nothing Asa could do to Zane to pull him from this high he was riding.
Through the heavy fog of his arousal, Zane barely recognized Asa swiping something over his entrance, before the blunt head of his cock was already pressing inside. He wasn’t going to prep him. At least not any further than those two almost dry fingers.
Adrenaline fired, sending another shot of endorphins directly into his sex soaked brain. Then Asa was forcing his way into Zane, his thick cock splitting him open in a way that locked up his body, made him burn as it rejected the invasion, his nails clawing as Asa’s shoulders as he cried.
Asa hissed. “Fuck, Lois. You’re tearing me up. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he taunted, his voice a low growl, barely human.
“Hurts,” Zane sobbed, wanting to somehow explain that it was okay that it hurt, that it burned and ached and felt like his insides were being pushed aside to accommodate him.
But Asa knew. Somehow Asa always knew. “You can take it, baby. You were made for this. Just lay there and take it. Be good for me.”
“Yes, I’m good. I’ll be good,” Zane sobbed. “Please. Please, Asa. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Asa said, catching Zane’s knees over his elbows, practically folding him in half to press himself inexplicably deeper.
“God, you feel so fucking deep,” Zane said, voice sounding wondrous. “How does it feel like you’re way up here?” He asked, touching his stomach.
“You’re really stroking my ego, baby,” Asa teased, then captured his lips in a kiss.
Zane moaned into Asa’s mouth, his body unclenching as Asa pulled almost all the way out before slamming home again and again in long, deep strokes that were altering Zane’s brain chemistry, turning him from the relatively intelligent person he was when this started into this mindless creature made entirely of need.
“Don’t stop,” he sobbed again. “I want to feel you come inside me. I need it. I need you to fill me up. Please. Make me yours.”
The sound Asa made tore through Zane. He screamed as Asa’s teeth sank into the scar on his shoulder, driving into Zane until it felt like he was coming apart at the seams, his cock trapped between their bodies, sweat and precum giving him all the friction he’d been craving since this started.
“You are mine, Lois. Fuck. How many times do I have to do this? How many times do I have to mark you, hurt you, takeyou apart and put you back together before you get that? You’re mine. Just fucking mine. Forever. I’ll kill you before I let you go. I swear I will.”
Zane’s orgasm hit him like a school bus, shocking a gasp from him as he spilled his release between them, untouched, Asa’s every thrust prolonging his orgasm for what felt like hours until it was too much, the pleasure pain, becoming just pain. Then Asa’s hips stuttered once on his release, then again, holding Zane’s hips in place so he could grind against him, like he needed to be as deep inside him as possible while he came.
Then it was over.
Zane let his arms fall from Asa’s shoulders as he sucked in heavy breaths above him, body shivering through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Finally, Asa released Zane’s legs, but didn’t move. Zane straightened, wincing as his hips protested. He was definitely not getting any younger.
Asa was dead weight on top of him, his nose buried in Zane’s neck. They were both dripping sweat, the air conditioning making Zane shiver a little.
Finally, Asa’s spent cock slipped free and he sucked in a breath at the feel of his cum leaking out of him. They laid like that for a long while. Asa licking and sucking at Zane’s neck and shoulder, his fingers gently trailing up and down his sides. Zane tracing patterns along Asa’s back and arms.
Finally, Asa moved just enough to prop his chin up on his palm. “Happy Birthday, Lois.”
Zane’s chest clenched, a sudden guilt overwhelming him. “Thanks. Sorry if I was weird about it.”
Asa snickered, then booped his nose. “In this family, weird is relative.”
Zane had no rebuttal for that, but he still felt guilty for going to the worst case scenario. “Still, I’m sorry.”
