“Why?”
“Because I need to know you’ll stop me from taking too much.”
Quin shifted his hips, his cock rubbing inside of Kit in a way that had him clenching. “Kit, I’m not afraid of that.”
“You might be bigger, but I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you. If I wanted to hold you down and feed from you, you’d have no say in it.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d have a say in it,” Quin said, scoffing. “Plus, you wouldn’t do that.”
Kit considered all the times he’d not been in control lately, and how easy it had been to overpower Quin. “I can’t promise anything.”
“But I can,” Quin insisted. “I promise you won’t hurt me.”
“A few days ago I—oh!” Kit lost his train of thought as Quin thrust upwards, hitting his prostate.
“A few days agoIwasn’t myself,” Quin said. His voice was low and strained: he was holding back.
Kit tried to continue the conversation, but Quin had given up on letting him lead. He thrust upwards, shoving himself deeper into Kit before repeating the motion.
Soon, all Kit could do was let out a series of high-pitchedahsandohsanduhsas Quin manipulated his body. Kit had drunk enough that he was hard, his cock bobbing in front of him and slapping against his stomach.
Quin moved his hands down to Kit’s arse, fingers digging into his cheeks and spreading him open wider. Kit gasped.
“Too much?” Quin asked.
“No, Daddy.”
Quin kneaded one arse cheek with his hand. “What about a little spank?”
Kit rolled the idea around in his head, then nodded. “One little spank.”
Quin smiled. He drew back his hand—the heat of it leaving Kit’s skin—and then, without further warning, brought it down on Kit’s arse. Far. Too. Softly.
“Harder,” Kit said.
Quin spanked him again, this time with a bit more force. There was the faintest stinging sensation, but it was gone before Kit could decide if he liked it.
“Another.”
Quin gave Kit’s arse a resounding smack, the sound reverberating in the air. Electricity ran up his spine, and Kit gasped and came over both of them without further warning. He clenched down on Quin’s cock as he fucked him through his orgasm, and it didn’t take long for Quin to follow. Kit closed his eyes as Quin filled him and then stilled, keeping himself buried in Kit’s body.
“Holy shit,” Quin said.
Kit let loose a laugh that edged on hysterical.
“You came from a spank,” Quin said, lips trembling with the effort of keeping his smirk from breaking out all over his face.
“Three,” Kit argued weakly.
“Three spanks,” Quin agreed. His hands smoothed over Kit’s bare back until they rested once again on his arse. Gentle fingers traced his skin. “Can you still feel it?”
Kit shook his head, then hooked his chin over Quin’s shoulder.
“If I don’t move soon, we’re going to be stuck together,” Quin said.
Kit’s hands fisted in Quin’s T-shirt. “Not yet.”
“Okay.”
