“What—” Ani gasped and moaned when his legs were forced further apart. “What are you doing?!”
Flix had returned home and found Ani still passed out in bed. He’d flipped him onto his stomach and pulled his pants down before it even registered what he planned to do. That talk with Berga had left him nervous, though, more so than he’d realized. His cock had been stiff and ready the second his eyes landed on Ani’s plush ass, and he’d slipped inside that tight hole without even bothering to rouse the other man first.
Now, he ground down into him, fucking in as deep as he could possibly get, screwing Ani into the mattress and causing the bedframe to shake in the process. It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get close enough.
“I’m fucking my Onus,” he answered, settling himself more firmly over Ani’s back so they were skin to skin. He buried his face in the curve of his neck and inhaled deeply, that familiar scent calming him a little. But only just.
Aneski made a mewling sound. “It hurts. Flix. Stop.”
“Take it,” he commanded, running his lips across Ani’s jugular, down to the rise of his shoulder. He started to suck randomly, pulling back only far enough to view his handy work. When he stroked in again, Ani buried his face into the pillow, turning his head and exposing the tattoo branded on the back of his neck.
Flix’s mark.
He liked it.
He should make more.
Covering the man in tattoos wasn’t really an option, but love bites…He chuckled and then went to work, applying his mouth everywhere, peppering Aneski’s arms and back. When he ran out of space, he lifted onto his knees, pulling out of him long enough to flip him around before recapturing his thighs and dragging him back onto his cock before Ani could even think about getting away.
Ani screamed when he was thrust back into, his arms flailing before slapping at Flix’s hips. “Why are you doing this?”
Flix sucked on his nipple hard enough to have him bowing off the bed and then moved to a blank spot on his chest and bit down hard enough that his teeth left indents. “I’m marking what’s mine.”
He vaguely wondered how many he could make. He’d count them afterward to find out, and then next time, he’d try to beat that number.
“Flix.”
“Relax,” he urged. “It’s not like anyone will see you.”
Aneski stiffened beneath him.
Which Flix wasn’t a fan of. With a low growl, he rolled his hips, hitting all the spots inside of him he knew Ani liked.
Sure enough, he moaned and slapped his hands against Flix’s shoulders, digging his nails into his flesh.
Flix grinned. “By all means, baby, feel free to return the gesture.”
“Wh—what?”
“Mark me back,” he said, making another hickey next to his navel. “Carve me up and show the rest of the world who I belong to. You’ve already marked my soul, what’s adding my body to the list gonna change?”
Aneski grabbed his face and forced Flix to look up at him. “Why would you say something like that?”
“Like what?” He pushed Ani’s hands away with a scowl. “I’m working here.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“You were like this the last time we did it when you were wasted.”
Flix growled. “Who the fuck are you talking about right now?”
Aneski’s brow furrowed, and he flinched at the angry note in his voice. “What do you mean? Us. I’m talking about us.”
“We’ve never slept together after drinking.”
“This again?” he huffed. “That’s still not funny, Flix. The night before Russ’s funeral, you woke me up just like this, only with your fingers. And then the next day, you walked away from me like it’d never even happened. Like I—”
