Then Crush grasped the base of Killian’s cock with two fingers, angling it down so it was pointing straight in front of him.
“Such a cute cock,” Crush murmured. “So much smaller than mine.”
Killian blushed bright red. “Did you have to point that out?”
“You like it.” Crush pulled out of Killian completely, slotting his cock between Killian’s thighs. It pushed out from behind his balls, thick and big. Clearly much bigger than what Killian had.
Killian whined at the sight; his own precum dripped onto Crush’s length. “Back inside me. Please.”
“Of course.” Crush leaned back and easily slid into Killian’s hole, earning another moan from him. “You like being touched here.”
He dragged his fingertips up Killian’s length, calluses catching against Killian’s sensitive skin. With each second of teasing, the ache in Killian’s cock grew; it pulsed desperately in Crush’s grasp, until Killian writhed and his hole fluttered.
“Sweetheart,” Crush said after a moment. “Are you in heat again?”
“D-don’t know,” Killian whimpered. All he knew was Crush’s fingers slowly swirling up his length, close to his tip. Then Crush rubbed his sensitive head, and a ragged cry ripped from Killian’s throat. He came hard, leaving his mess all over Crush’s fingers.
“Fucking hot,” Crush growled. He smeared Killian’s cum all over his cock and used it as lube, pumping Killian with his fist. Killian thrashed; Crush bent him over and held him against the bathroom floor, slamming all of his cock deep inside.
The alpha’s breathing deepened. Then he swore, his scent growing thicker, his cock bigger.
“Need,” Crush groaned, sounding pained. He gave Killian several short, hard thrusts. “Think I’m in rut again.”
He pulled out, suddenly. And he leaned back, splashing some water onto his cock. He ran his fist over it.
“Crush?” Killian looked back, feeling unbearably empty.
Crush grasped Killian’s nape. He pulled Killian over to him, stuffing his cock into Killian’s mouth. Killian moaned; Crushswore and fucked between his lips, hitting the back of his throat. Then he came, pulling out slightly so his cum ran all over Killian’s tongue and lips.
It tasted amazing. Crush pushed back into his mouth, heavy and thick, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Killian had to grab his cock to hold him inside, so he could suck down the rest of his alpha’s cum. Crush hissed several colorful curses.
He pulled out when he was still dripping; his knot hadn’t formed yet. Crush bent Killian back over the tub’s edge. And he held Killian’s cheeks open, pushing his cock back into Killian’s aching hole. Killian cried out.
This time, Crush didn’t stop. He sank his teeth lightly into Killian’s shoulder and hammered against his prostate, on and on until Killian’s spine arched, and he came hard. Crush’s breathing grew ragged; his strokes turned forceful. He fucked Killian until Killian came again, clawing helplessly at the floor tiles.
Only then did Crush’s cock grow thicker, his fingers gripping Killian’s hips bruisingly tight.
“Breed me,” Killian begged, his voice breaking.
Crush cursed, burying himself deep as he came. His knot swelled inside Killian, a girthy, heavy weight that soothed every live wire in Killian’s body.
It was shocking, how fast a knot in his ass could calm him down.
“I think I was born to be a hole for your knot,” Killian mumbled.
Crush snorted. “Sweetheart, give yourself alittlemore credit. You were born to be two holes for my cock.”
Killian snickered and reached back to smack his alpha. “Hey!”
Elsewhere in the cabin, Hansel cackled.
Of course he was listening in. Of course. The Butler Brothers were hired for security; they could hear things far beyond the cabin.
Their sex sounds were probably really loud in Hansel’s ears. Killian grimaced.
Crush gathered Killian into his arms and sat back down in the tub, holding him snugly. “I was kidding. You know I value you much more than that,” the alpha said fondly. “I want to listen to all the strange things that leave your mouth, especially when you didn’t intend for me to hear them.”
Killian whined. “That’s also terrible.”
