“It hurts,” Rabbit said, grabbing at Baikal’s wrist where it rested next to his hip and digging in his nails as if for revenge. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.”
Baikal checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he’d managed to insert it before shaking his head. “No blood. You’re fine.”
Rabbit gaped at him.
“Now that we both know you can take it…” He let his words trail off, just long enough to have Rabbit’s eyes widening all over again. Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into that tight cavern, straight down to the root. His balls slapped against Rabbit’s ass and he thought he might explode from the sensation of being fully seated alone.
Rabbit obviously didn’t feel the same. He was crying and now both hands were struggling to shove Baikal’s shoulders and push him away.
Baikal let him, remaining still despite the all-consuming urge to move, waiting for his little bunny’s body to adjust to the intrusion. “Breathe through it,” he instructed calmly. “You got this.”
“I fucking do not!” Rabbit ground his teeth. “I also fucking hate you!”
“You hate my cock,” he corrected, “but that’ll change in a minute. Trust me.”
“Like hell.”
Baikal chuckled knowingly. “Little bunny, you’re going to be begging for this cock in no time. Remember this moment when you do, I might deny you just for the fun of it then.”
“Bastard.”
“Devil, actually.”
Rabbit growled but otherwise remained quiet, clearly opting to take Baikal’s advice and focus on inhaling and exhaling.
He watched closely as Rabbit’s breathing went from frantic gasps to pants, and then he gave a tentative roll of his hips.
A long, drawn-out moan slipped past Rabbit’s lips. His eyes popped open and he slammed his palms over his mouth as though that would somehow mask the sound that had already been made.
Baikal smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of Rabbit’s head. Then he used his knees to force Rabbit’s legs to spread wide for him. With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature and fucked him properly, the way he’d always dreamed of doing.
His cock pounded into Rabbit over and over again, pummeling his insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go. Pulling out was just a means to get back in and he didn’t hold back.
Rabbit screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping his arms around Baikal’s neck for purchase as his body was forced into the mattress. His dick was caught between them, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from Baikal’s navel to his swollen cock. It should have provided more than enough friction to get him off, which was good, because after waiting for so long, Baikal didn’t think he was going to be able to last that long.
Rabbit was digging those nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear. His thighs squeezed around Baikal’s waist, and the rest of him…so hot and tight. Being inside of him was better than he’d even imagined.
Baikal had waited over a year for this and it’d been worth every single second.
“Come for me,” he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on Rabbit’s bottom lip at the end.
Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or Rabbit simply liked being dominated, Baikal would have to figure out which later. Either way, one of those things shoved his tiny obsession over the edge, and in the next instant, he was crying out, his trapped dick spurting between them.
Rabbit twitched, his eyes rolling back and his mouth parting on a silent scream. That combined with the tear tracks had Baikal losing it next.
He came, driving his cock into Rabbit’s hole one final time and keeping himself there, squeezed within that warm, velvety heat. He emptied into him, balls tightening and quivering as he spent his release, his vision blindingly white for a full minute as he rode the waves of pleasure.
Better than ever before.
When he came to himself, he realized with a start that he was in the process of peppering Rabbit’s face with light kisses, just the barest press of his lips here and there. Giving into the urge to be gentle, he pet his hair next, moving the sweaty strands off his forehead, and then captured his mouth and stroked his tongue against Rabbit’s.
A satisfied sound rumbled up his chest when his tiny obsession reciprocated, those arms around Baikal’s neck pulling him close to deepen the exchange.
After a while, he pulled back, staring down at Rabbit’s blissed-out expression. It was almost as though the other man had completely forgotten how he’d been pretending to not want this.
It wasn’t the only thing that had fled his little bunny’s mind.
“You forgot something,” Baikal said, and his tone must have clued Rabbit in on the danger for his eyes cleared some and he frowned. “I’m pretty sure I ordered you to scream my name when you came.” He sighed dramatically. “Oh well. Let’s try again, shall we?”
