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Shadrach chuckled, nipping a line down his spine. “Youdidrun a couple of miles through the woods with a plug in your ass.”

Isaac twisted to glance back at him, moving his hips in a sinuous motion that made Shadrach groan.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?”

“Please,” Isaac whined. “I want you to fill me up.”

Shadrach straightened, gripping his hips. “Make me come, then, killer.”

Whimpering, Isaac obeyed, working his hips, spearing himself over and over on Shadrach’s hard cock. His low, dark moans filled the silent cemetery around them, his black eyes hungrily watching the way Isaac’s body swallowed his cock over and over.

“That’s it,” he breathed, stroking Isaac’s hips and back, prying his cheeks apart with his thumbs. “Fucking beautiful.Nng.” His head rolled back in abandon as he came, pulling Isaac’s hips back hard and rooting in deep as his cock pulsed, filling Isaac with liquid heat.

Still shuddering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, Isaac didn’t move. Shadrach leaned over him, gripping the wrist straps and giving them a hard tug to pull the stake from the ground. He made it look easy, but he had supernatural strength on his side. Then he pulled Isaac up, with his cock still buried inside him, and let him lean back against his chest.

Isaac’s breath fogged out in front of them. “That was fun,” he panted.

Shadrach turned his head and licked his cheek. “You bled a little here.”

“Did I?” He had a dim memory of a low tree branch whipping against his face. “Don’t bring me to a dark forest next time, then. Where are we, anyway?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere in Canada, I think.”

“You know they have bears in Canada, right?”

“I gave you a knife.”

Isaac fought back a smile. “It’s cute you think a knife is all I’d need against a Grizzly.”

“Just confident in your abilities, that’s all.” His warm arms wrapped around Isaac’s middle.

Neither of them moved for a little while, half-naked and kneeling in a cemetery. Isaac slipped the dirt-caked stake out of the wrist strap and let it fall. The plug still vibrated quietly in the grass beside them, forgotten.

Studying the side of his face, Shadrach hitched his hips forward as he pulled Isaac’s back, and Isaac gave a quiet little moan. He did it again, and again, working back up to a steady rhythm.

“Are you hard again already?” Isaac whined, writhing back against him.

“Mm-hm. I’m always hard for you, killer. Do you think you have one more in you?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Shadrach’s hands roamed his body, guiding his hips back to meet his slow, grinding thrusts. One hand curled around his throat, and he arched into it, embracing the heat that burned through him and the incredible soreness of his weary body. Shadrach’s teeth kneaded his shoulder, and hisstomach swooped, his cock filling for the third time. God, it felt so good ithurt, his body pushed to the very edge and dragged into oblivion by Shadrach’s expert touch.

“Please, please,” he moaned, his body so tense he thought he might shatter. He didn’t even know what he was asking for. More, less, it didn’t matter. He trusted Shadrach would know and give it to him.

“I’ve got you, killer,” Shadrach purred, curling strong fingers around his cock.

It didn’t take long for Isaac to come for the third time, sweating and twitching. Barely any cum dripped from his cock, and he clawed at Shadrach’s thigh, a strangled noise leaving him as fresh ropes of Shadrach’s cum coated his insides.

Panting, Isaac said, “No more.”

Shadrach chuckled, stroking his bared throat. “You’d let me if I wanted to.”

He would. He couldn’t deny Shadrach anything, but fortunately for him, the feeling was mutual. Shadrach wouldn’t push if Isaac asked him not to. It didn’t feel necessary to respond with as much, though. Instead, he turned his head and captured Shadrach’s smiling mouth.

“You can have more after I clean up and have a nap,” he promised. “Take me home?”

Shadrach’s dark eyes glittered with satisfaction at the words. They’d only been living together for a few weeks, and it still felt like a novelty.