“Fuck, Little Bird,” Teddy groaned, resting his forehead against Wren’s sweaty sternum, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on Wren’s skin as he pumped harder. “More.”
“You first,” Wren said, lifting himself up onto his knees until he was higher above Teddy. Teddy’s fingers slipped from inside him, and it felt wrong being that empty. But it was only for a second, he knew that.
“What?” Teddy asked, reaching for him again, broken and unmoored without Wren in his arms.
Wren kissed the pain from his forehead and reached back, taking Teddy’s cock into his hand and pumping it a few times before settling himself over it and sinking down in one long, agonizingly slow slide.
Teddy moaned, the fingers of one hand grasping Wren’s thigh and tightening until the skin turned white.
Wren trembled as he adjusted to the girth inside him, his ass resting on Teddy’s thighs, Teddy’s strong hands holding him in place, that soothing voice shushing the burn away. But Wren didn’t want the pain to go away. Fear of losing Teddy again made him push his body to the limits. If this was all taken again tomorrow, he would have proof that it had happened. He would have the pain and the bite marks and the scent of Teddy on his skin.
“I wish I could keep you inside me all the time,” Wren whispered, clenching around him and making Teddy hiss. “I wish my body could be a home for yours.”
“It is,” Teddy said, one arm going around his lower back, and the other around his shoulders, cradling him in his lap as if he were precious. He rocked his hips up, his limited range making the thrust barely there, but Wren moaned, his own arms tight around Teddy’s neck again.
He hid his face in Teddy’s neck and licked the salt from his skin. “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Take me. Fill me. Teddy, please…”
“Anything,” Teddy breathed like it was a sacred promise. “Everything.” He gripped Wren’s waist and lifted him up, freeing some space for his hips to move. He fucked up into him hard, tearing a scream from Wren’s lips, only to swallow it, possessive, as if he couldn’t stand anyone else hearing it.
“I’ll always give you everything you need,” Teddy promised, driving so deep inside that Wren thought he could taste him at the back of his tongue.
The sound of their sweat-slick skin brushing together filled the air around them, the smell of want and sex filled Wren’s nose, and the raw need inside him made him see beautiful white stars.
He knew he was incomplete without Teddy, but he hadn’t realized just how much of his soul had been missing. Just how fragmented he had become without him.
Their grunts and moans got louder as Teddy gave him everything, the fire between them burning brighter than ever.
“Talk to me.” Teddy’s voice was strained with effort of keeping the pace up and keeping Wren suspended above his hips, but he didn’t stop. “Tell me.”
“Faster,” Wren whispered, his broken voice barely audible. “Harder.”
Teddy complied. Like always. Attuned to every need Wren had ever had. He gripped Wren’s waist and pulled him down onto his cock, the tip of it hitting Wren’s prostate with every thrust.
Wren was so close he felt like he could cry. He needed so little to explode.
“Come inside me,” he pleaded, tears of pleasure and overstimulation running down his cheeks. “Fill me up. I want to smell like you. Want to be marked by you. Want to be round withyour seed so everyone knows you love me. You chose me. You kept me. Just…please…”
Teddy roared like a wounded animal, lifting him up and throwing him on his back before climbing between his thighs and slamming back inside him.
He fucked into him harder and faster, dark eyes glowing with feral want. Wren dug his nails in between his shoulder blades where he knew Teddy’s mark was glowing, stretching out toward each shoulder like a tiny set of wings on an angel.
“Wren,” Teddy called out, hips stuttering, voice breaking, heart hammering against Wren’s chest. “Gonna…”
“Yes.” Wren dragged his nails down his back, leaving angry welts in their wake as Teddy pushed into him once, twice more before coming.
Warmth flooded his insides, and for a moment, Wren imagined another heartbeat nestled beneath his own. One made from half of each of them. Proof that their love was worthy and valid and wanted before he let go and shattered beneath Teddy’s body.
His mind went blank, body limp, words gone. All he could feel was Teddy all around him. Inside him, covering him and protecting him from the world. All he knew was they were together again and nothing would be tearing them apart. Ever.
“Little Bird.”
Wren heard Teddy call as if from a distance and he cracked an eye open, the room spinning around him, looking distorted and muted.
The only thing in full focus was Teddy’s face, his loving eyes taking him in.
“Are you okay?” Teddy asked, shifting his hips.
Wren nodded, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Teddy’s waist to stop him from leaving.
