Ezra gasped at the burn and Raum stopped, but Ezra shook his head and ordered, “More. Don’t stop.”
Raum grinned, and those fingers pressed deeper, and Ezra sobbed when they hooked and nailed his prostate on the first try, a gliding sweep that made his whole body jerk.
“So needy,” Raum whispered, fingers sliding in and out. “So hot and tight. You’re going to grip me so tight, aren’t you, baby?”
Ezra nodded desperately. He reached up and grabbed Raum’s shoulders with both his hands, tugging Raum down for a kiss, not hesitating to take it deep and wet. Raum kissed him back, in control and taking over the kiss, fingers devastating as they fucked Ezra, tongue and teeth and lips fucking his mouth in tandem.
Raum had reduced him to a puddle of desire and needy want.
Suddenly Raum pulled back, lifting off Ezra, one hand holding Ezra’s knee over a shoulder, lifting his hips off the bed, the other guiding his lubed cock to Ezra’s needy hole and pressing the head to his entrance.
“Shit, condoms,” Raum said, pausing. “Do you want condoms? I can see if someone is ill, and we’re both negative.”
“That’s handy, and I’m negative, I promise,” Ezra gasped out, hands reaching for Raum again.
“I know, I can tell. I am, too. You sure?” Raum double-checked.
“Please, get in me.”
Raum answered him with a slow, steady thrust inside. The stretch and burn made Ezra whimper, but he pushed out, forcing his body to relax and accept the intrusion, groaning low and deep as the head of that hard cock slid over his prostate and opened him deeper.
Raum was huge. Bigger than Ezra was expecting, and he reveled in the burn even as his cock flagged a bit at the sting. Raum noticed instantly, a hand going to Ezra’s cock and strokingit firmly even as he held still, cock nestled balls-deep in Ezra, letting Ezra’s body adapt.
“Ready?” Raum asked, voice gruff and raw.
“Yes,” Ezra gasped out, trying to roll his hips and encourage Raum to move. Raum had to move.
“Good,” Raum growled out, and he pulled back to the tip, then thrust back inside with a slick glide, making Ezra shout.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re big,” Ezra panted as Raum settled into a devastating rhythm that rocked Ezra on the bed, the whole bed frame shuddering.
Raum growled, hands sliding to grip Ezra’s hips, lifting them higher as Raum changed the angle, and with each punishing thrust nailed his prostate.
He came with a surprised shout, hands free, cum spurting across his stomach and up his chest, and Raum continued to thrust into him, balls slapping his ass, as Ezra’s orgasm swamped his nervous system and rendered him limp. Raum chased his own orgasm, and Ezra watched even as he shuddered from the waves of his release, and soon Raum was coming too.
Raum swelled inside of him, almost impossibly big, and Ezra groaned as he felt Raum come inside of him, hard pulses of wet heat. Raum collapsed on top of him, and Ezra wrapped his arms and legs around him, holding him close, Raum shivering as he continued to come, far more than any human lover Ezra’d had before.
He didn’t mind though—the heat was soothing to his stinging ass, and he loved the heavy weight of Raum on top of him. Raum kissed along his neck and jawline to his lips, pressing soft kisses there and Ezra hummed in delight. Raum grew slightly soft inside of him, but not by much, leaving Ezra feeling full and satisfied.
“You okay?” Raum asked softly.
“So very okay,” Ezra replied with a satisfied smile. “Give me an hour and we can do that again.”
Raum chuckled, whispering in Ezra’s ear, “I won’t need an hour.”
Ezra groaned in surprised delight as Raum hardened again inside of him. “Fuck yes.”
Ezra
Raum slept hard,breathing deep, not quite a snore, but cute and adorable, his hair a wild halo around his head across the pillows, freed from the braid that fell apart last night during their sex marathon. He was sprawled out like a starfish, and Ezra was glad the bed was as large as it was, giving him plenty of space on his side of the mattress.
Ezra sat up in Raum’s large king-sized bed, braced by a mountain of pillows, the blankets thick and heavy, a deep lagoon blue that complemented the gem-tone hues of the bedroom. The walls were a light blue, covered in paintings of forest meadows, ancient ruins, and sunlit vistas. The furniture was deeply masculine, heavy dark wood polished to a mirror-like shine, and there was even a fireplace with a swept hearth and a stack of wood on the far wall by what appeared to be the door to an en-suite bathroom.
College professor Raum might be, but he obviously liked the finer things in life and it was reflected in the subtle wealth of the furnishings and decor. Those paintings weren’t prints, either.
It made sense, though—most supernatural peoples, the long-lived ones at least, managed to gather wealth over the years and Raum’s family was likely the same.
Ezra grew up wealthy. His parents were old money, the leaders of a practitioner clan that was composed of just the Redmaynes, as they weren’t open to anyone not blood-related or bound by marriage entering the clan.
