The pressure built fast, coiling low in my spine, heat pooling in my gut. I tried to pull back, to warn him, but he followed, refusing to let me retreat, one hand gripping my hip to hold me in place.
“Thane—I’m?—”
He pulled off just enough to gasp, “Do it,” then sank back down, taking me to the root.
I came with a shout, my release flooding his mouth as my body locked, pleasure slamming through me with enough force that my knees threatened to give out. Thane swallowed, working me through it, his throat moving as he took everything I gave him, not spilling a drop.
When I finally stopped shaking, he released me slowly, licking his lips as he sat back on his heels, looking up at me with dark, satisfied eyes.
“Bastard,” I panted, still trying to catch my breath.
He smirked. “You started it.”
I reached down and hauled him to his feet, ignoring his sound of surprise. His cock was still hard, flushed dark and leaking, and I wrapped my hand around it again, stroking firmly.
“We’re not done,” I said.
His breath hitched. “Malric?—”
“Turn around.”
Thane hesitated for half a heartbeat, then obeyed, turning to face the wall. I pressed against his back, my hand still working him, my other hand sliding up his spine to push him forward, bending him slightly.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered.
He braced himself, palms flat against the stone, his body trembling with anticipation.
I released him long enough to reach for the small vial of oil I kept in my belt pouch—a soldier’s necessity, something we’d both learned to carry on long campaigns. I slicked my fingers quickly, efficiently, then reached between his thighs.
Thane gasped as I circled his entrance, the tight ring of muscle clenching at the contact.
“Relax,” I murmured against the back of his neck, pressing a kiss there. “You know how this goes.”
He exhaled shakily, forcing his body to soften, and I pressed one finger inside.
The response was immediate—his back arching, a low moan escaping him as I worked him open, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching him carefully despite the urgency thrumming through both of us. I knew his body as well as my own, knew what he needed, knew the exact angle to press to make him see stars.
I found it now, curling my fingers, and Thane cried out, his hips pushing back against my hand.
“Please,” he gasped. “Malric, please?—”
I withdrew my fingers and slicked myself quickly, positioning myself at his entrance. The head of my cock pressed against him, and I paused, giving him a moment to adjust, to breathe.
“Ready?” I asked, though my voice came out strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” he hissed. “For fuck’s sake, yes?—”
I pushed inside in one steady thrust.
We both groaned as I filled him, the tight heat of him closing around me, perfect and devastating. I gave him a moment to adjust, my hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, my forehead resting between his shoulder blades as I fought for control.
“Move,” Thane demanded, his voice ragged. “Damn it, Malric, move?—”
I pulled back and thrust in again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that was rough and demanding, exactly what we both needed. The angle was perfect, my cock dragging over that spot inside him with every stroke, and Thane pushed back to meet me, taking me deeper, his hands scrabbling against the stone.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Like that—gods, yes?—”
I fucked him harder, faster, the bond between us blazing bright, magic tangling and surging until the air around us crackled with energy. His storm built again, lightning flickering at his fingertips, and my own power strained against the mark, the leash burning hot and angry.
