Crush swore and began to pound inside, good hard strokes that had their hips clapping together, his balls smacking against Killian’s ass. The way Crush was watching his face, taking in every reaction... It felt like belonging. Like being wanted. Especially when Crush leaned in and kissed him again, his tongue thrusting into Killian’s mouth at the same time his cock filled Killian’s hole.
“So good for me,” Crush growled against his lips. “You take my cock so well. Youlovehaving it inside you. If I could, I wouldride your sweet ass all day. Bend you over the couch, over the kitchen counter, and fuck every last drop of cum out of you.”
“Yes,” Killian moaned, on the edge again.
“Beautiful,” Crush whispered. He changed the angle of his thrusts, so Killian’s eyes rolled back and hecame.
Crush groaned and pounded into Killian’s clenching hole, his own breathing ragged.
There came a knock on the bedroom door. “Howl Master. Body-safe and waterproof.”
Something flew through the air. Crush caught it. “Thanks.”
He slowed down his thrusts; Killian whined in protest. Except Crush pulled out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside.
“Don’t go,” Killian whimpered. “Need your knot. Need your cum.”
Crush’s eyes flashed. “Yeah. Let me do this first. I’m going to mark you, make you mine in a different way.”
He looked down, something short and slim in his hand.
It was a purple felt-tip marker.
Crush grabbed a handful of the bedsheets, using them to dry Killian’s lower body. Then he leaned in, carefully writing something around Killian’s hole. His hands were shaking.
“Wh-what’re you writing?”
“‘Belongs to Crush’,” the alpha growled. “It looks fucking good with you stretched around my cock.”
Killian panted, his body growing hotter. And hotter yet when Crush held down Killian’s cock, writing the same thing on its underside.
But Crush didn’t stop there. He wrote his name repeatedly up and down Killian’s cock. Then he held it upright, swiped the wetness off Killian’s sensitive tip, and wrote his name right across it.
Killian shuddered, throbbing harder than ever.This.This felt like belonging too, in a different, visceral way.
He shook so hard, Crush had to hold his cock steady to write his name on it. “Crush, alpha, please. Don’t make me wait.”
Crush groaned, finally capping the body marker. He dropped it on the bed and raked his gaze over Killian’s intimate parts, breathing harder. “Fuck, you look perfect. Mine.”
Killian moaned. His cock tingled, Crush’s name all over him like a brand. Except Crush pulled out completely. Killian thrashed. The alpha held him down, held him spread. And he leaned in, blowing breathlessly on Killian’s cock.
“Making sure the ink dries so it doesn’t smudge,” Crush panted. “Don’t worry. I have several loads for you. My balls are so fucking full of cum.”
He pushed back inside with a rough thrust, impaling Killian on his cock. Killian sobbed with relief. Crush gathered him into his arms, pressing kisses all over Killian’s face. He kissed Killian softly on the lips, still panting, before turning the kiss hot and filthy.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Crush hissed. “My name all over your pretty ass. Mine. Fuck, I need to come.” He held Killian down and pounded into him.
Everything felt more intense with Crush’s markings. Those intimate parts were not Killian’s anymore; they belonged to Crush. They were Crush’s to use however he wanted.
Killian came hard, his body convulsing. Crush swore and increased the speed of his thrusts.
“That’s it. Take my cock, sweetheart. But maybe I shouldn’t be saying that—this is mine now.” Crush reached between them, thumbing the words around Killian’s hole. His breath rushed out. “This is my hole, and I get to come in it whenever I want.”
Killian came again, shaking with the force of his release.
“I’m going to mark you inside and outside,” Crush hissed. “Breed you again.”
“P-please!”
