"Yours," Sam gasps, nails digging into my back. "Only yours."
I feel it building, the pressure at the base of my cock, my knot. My body knows what to do.
"Sam," I warn, my voice breaking. "My knot—"
"Yes," he gasps, wrapping his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Give it to me. All of it."
The first swell catches. I push in deeper, easing it inside him even as my instincts scream to thrust, to claim, toown.
"You're taking me so well," I murmur, kissing his temple, his cheeks, his lips. "So perfect. Made for me."
With one final push, my knot slips inside, locking us together. Tight and hot and perfect. I grind against him, unable to thrust anymore. Sam cries out, his body clenching around me as he comes between us, spilling over his stomach.
I come, emptying myself inside him.
When it fades, I collapse on him, careful not to crush him with my weight. We're both panting, stunned.
"Fuck," Sam breathes, his hands still moving over my back. "That was..."
"Yeah," I agree.
I shift us onto our sides, knot still locked inside him. I pull the blanket over us, trapping the warmth.
Sam's eyes are heavy, satisfaction making him limp in my arms. I brush a strand of hair from his forehead. He nuzzles closer, his breath warm against my neck.
"I was always yours," he murmurs, already half-asleep. "I just didn't know it yet."
As he drifts off, I hold him close, breathing in us. For the first time in two years, the restless, hungry thing inside my chest is quiet. Complete.
Sam is mine. I am never letting him go.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Then again. And again.
I ignore it.
It buzzes a fourth time.
"That's aggressive," Sam mumbles into my chest.
"Probably spam."
"At midnight?"
I sigh, reaching over. The screen lights up.
Four messages from the Philosophy department group chat:
Unknown:did anyone else hear screaming from Morrison Hall
Unknown:sounded like someone was being murdered
Unknown:or having REALLY good sex lmao
Unknown:probably Morse finally snapping and killing someone tbh
I lock my phone and set it face down.
"Spam?" Sam asks, a smile in his voice.
