“Are you w-wearing it on your tongue?” Killian sobbed, needing to come.
“On my fingers too.” Crush pushed two fingers in alongside his tongue, massaging Killian’s sweet spot so he shuddered and came. Then he kept up the massage, milking Killian until he was shaking above a puddle of cum and slick, drool soaking into the sheets.
“Please, please,” Killian whimpered. “I want your cock.”
“Always so hungry for my big, thick cock, sweetheart,” Crush murmured. He gave Killian’s hole a final kiss, then covered Killian’s body with his own. He thrust his precum-slick cock between Killian’s cheeks, grinding it against his hole. “Mine.”
Killian reached back, spreading himself. Crush cursed and notched his tip against Killian’s entrance; precum shot into him. Then he pushed in, and Killian stopped breathing.
“Your cock is the best cock in the world,” Killian wheezed.
“Yeah?” Crush thrust into him several times, his length throbbing against Killian’s inner walls. “Feel how big you make me, sweetheart? Every single inch of me is yours.” He fucked in more roughly. Killian’s eyes rolled back. “I think your ring fits me perfectly. Like it was meant to be mine.”
He held Killian down and snapped his hips forward, pushing deep. It went on for a long time, until Killian shook and drooled all over the bed, his cock aching for release.
“Let me come,” Killian begged.
Crush wrapped his fist loosely around Killian’s pulsing length. “I want to mark you.”
His teeth scraped against the base of Killian’s neck, where his skin was unmarked.
Killian’s breath hitched. “Please. I’m yours.”
Crush growled and sank his teeth into Killian’s skin, breaking it. Pain and pleasure twisted down his nerves. He was Crush’s now.
Killian came hard, his body clenching around Crush’s cock. Crush swore and pounded into him, his cock swelling, momentsbefore he came. Warmth flooded Killian; Crush’s knot locked inside him, tying them together.
Crush didn’t stop there. He pressed several kisses all over Killian’s shoulders, continuing to rock inside him, grinding down onto Killian’s prostate so he shook and came, and came again.
By the time Crush stopped, Killian was a limp mess on the bed, sweaty and sated, his limbs loose.
“This is the best ring,” Crush murmured, wrapping himself around Killian like an octopus.
“I told my friends I’m never gonna be tight again.”
Crush laughed. “You haven’t been tight for a while, sweetheart. Ever since that day we met.”
Killian groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “I can’t say I like being loose, but I really like being stuffed full of you. It feelsright.Like the puzzle pieces finally fit together.”
“Imagine a jigsaw puzzle with cock-shaped pieces.” Crush snorted.
“I would play it.”
“I’m sure you’d greatly enjoy it. While I’m fitting my puzzle piece into yours.”
Killian giggled. “You’d make me jizz all over the pieces. It would be bad.”
“So bad, it’s good.”
They snuggled with each other, Crush’s hand wandering all over Killian’s belly.
“Hey, have you felt anyone kicking today?” Crush asked.
“Mm-hm. You were busy being locked out of the room.”
Crush growled. “No more locking yourself into rooms.”
“I was trying not to spoil your surprise!” Killian covered Crush’s hand with his own, though, moving it closer to where he’d felt the kick. “Can you tell how many heartbeats there are?”
