Sawyer had never felt so desired, so wanted.
He broke the kiss so he could say one word. “More.”
Ciaran groaned as he crashed his mouth onto Sawyer’s again, kissing him so fucking deeply it made Sawyer’s eyes roll back and his legs widen. He barely noticed the red tentacles undressing him, ripping his boots off, undoing his jeans, touching and sliding over his bare skin, wrapping around him as Ciaran kissed down his neck, sucking, biting.
Fuck yes.
“Oh fuck, Ciaran, yes,” Sawyer whined. His cock was so hard, dripping precome, and he was so turned on. “I need you to fuck me.”
Ciaran pulled back, his eyes burning copper. “You are certain? I need to hear you say it.”
Sawyer slid his hands up to cup Ciaran’s jaw. “I want this. I want to be yours, and I need you to be mine.” He sounded desperate but couldn’t bring himself to care. “I know what it means. I know what I’m doing. I need it. This thing... this part of my life that’s been missing, I found it here with you.”
Sawyer didn’t really understand what he was saying. The words were just spilling out of him, yet he knew they were true. “All my life I’ve been an outsider, different. I never belonged anywhere, and now I know why. Because I belong here with you. And your consortium, in this town. The second I stepped off that boat, this place felt like home, and now I know why. Because of you.” He paused then, because he realised something, and it seared through him like a hot knife. “If you don’t want this, Ciaran—if you want me to beg, I?—”
Ciaran’s pupils changed in the way they did, his irises burning redder than Sawyer had ever seen them. “I want this. Don’t ever think I don’t. Your consent, your wellbeing, isparamount. I... I want you to be mine as well. I want this bond with you, I?—”
“Then stop talking,” Sawyer whispered, smirking. “And do it.” Aaaaand then he remembered something. He tried to look up for his duffel bag. “The lube. It’s in my bag.”
Ciaran laughed as one of his tentacles slid around Sawyer’s inner thigh and up to push and slide under Sawyer’s balls toward his hole. It was wet and slick, probing and searching, and so fucking sublime. Sawyer’s back arched on instinct, and he groaned, long and loud.
“No lube necessary,” Ciaran murmured. Another tentacle reared up behind Ciaran’s head, the tip glistening wet. “Secretion on demand.”
“Oh fuck,” Sawyer cried, the tentacle at his hole circling, edging, and finally dipping inside him. “Oh holy fuck, yes.”
Ciaran’s eyes widened, his lips parting. “You’re so fucking hot right now. You like this?”
Sawyer’s back arched again, pleasure coursing through his bones, his blood, as the slick tendril fucked him, stretched him. “Oh god, yes. Ciaran, please.”
Ciaran kissed him again, his tongue dominating Sawyer’s, pushing in and probing in time with the tip in his arse.
Tentacles wrapped around him, held him, fucked him, and Sawyer’s body was strung tight, so aroused, so ready to come. His cock was so fucking hard, pressed against Ciaran’s, rubbing and sliding, slick with their precome. It was so fucking hot. He was moaning without shame. Never in his life had he felt so consumed, so adored.
But he needed more. He needed Ciaran’s cock buried inside him. He needed him to complete this bond, to claim him, to make him his.
“God, Ciaran, please. I need it. I need you inside me.” He could have almost cried with desperation, wept with the need for it. “I need to be yours.”
The tentacle slid from his hole, and Sawyer wanted to weep for the loss of that, too, but then long red tendrils wrapped around his thighs and lifted his knees to his chest, spreading him open, and Ciaran leaned over him, their noses almost touching, his eyes imploring. “I want to see it in your eyes when I do this,” he murmured, then pushed his cock into Sawyer’s hole.
Sawyer gasped with the intrusion, eyes widening as Ciaran pushed in slow and deep.
“Oh fuck,” Ciaran breathed. He blinked, his pupils sliding from human to not, his neck corded. He pressed his forehead to Sawyer’s, their breaths hot and heavy as they succumbed to the pleasure.
It was unlike anything Sawyer had ever felt.
A pleasure so surreal, he couldn’t describe it. Like ecstasy was designed just for them, for this, and Sawyer couldn’t contain it.
His orgasm hit him so suddenly, so forcefully, he groaned as he came, body rigid as his cock shot between them.
Ciaran’s gaze widened, pupils no longer human, and he crashed his mouth over Sawyer’s as he thrust his cock in deeper and harder. Sawyer was so overwhelmed with emotions and sensations, but Ciaran’s long red arms held him perfectly tight as the last of his orgasm rippled through him.
“Oh fuck, Sawyer,” Ciaran murmured, voice tight, body trembling. “I’m gonna come. I can’t stop.”
“Make me yours,” Sawyer whispered.
Ciaran cried out as he thrust in hard one last time, his body stilling as he came. Sawyer could feel Ciaran’s cock throbbing and spilling inside him.
Lights danced behind his eyes, pleasure coursed through him, skimming along his veins.
