It was all just feral grunts and wet slaps as Taylor fucked up into Johnny’s body, his knot pulsing and contracting every time it hit his rim. He could feel it with every thrust, swelling more than it ever had during a rut, and soon it was slipping and catching on Johnny’s entrance with every pass.
Johnny curled around him, breathing hard. “Bite me,” he growled, the smell of Taylor’s blood on his breath. “Bite me back or I swear I’ll rip your fucking fangs out so you can never bite anyone.”
Taylor felt dizzy. “JP—I—I—oh fuck, are you?—”
Johnny’s voice softened, almost cracking. “Please, Tay.”
Taylor slowed, his cock protesting as it twitched uncontrollably.
“You won’t hurt me. Please.”
He rocked back and forth on Taylor’s knot, the heavy weight of his body making Taylor’s eyes roll back. He let out a string of breathy moans, his fingers digging into Johnny’s hips. Oh shit, it felt good, like Johnny’s body was sucking him in and anchoring him to the spot.
“We’re gonna do it like this, okay?” Johnny whispered. “You’re gonna knot me like this, slow and steady. You’re gonna stay in control, you hear me?”
Taylor let out a ragged breath. “I—I—y-yes.”
Johnny rocked faster, his thighs twitching as Taylor’s knot slowly filled. He braced a hand on Taylor’s knee, breathing hard. “Like that, yeah? Y-you got it, baby.”
Little sparks flashed across Taylor’s vision, his balls drawing up uncomfortably tight as the crest of his orgasm began to build. He tugged at the back of Johnny’s shirt, willing it to disappear but unable to string a thought together long enough to reach for the buttons.
As if reading his mind, Johnny ripped it open at the front, sending the buttons pinging around the car. Feeling Johnny’s heartbeat fluttering against his chest finally snapped something in Taylor’s brain, sending a rush of emotion coursing through his body. He pulled Johnny down, opening his mouth and burying his fangs deep into his scent gland.
There was a moment of intense clarity, where it felt like he was aware of every cell inside his own body. Like Johnny was a part of him, or an extension of him,madefor him. It settled something deep inside him that went far beyond wearing Johnny’s clothes.
Johnny let out a long moan, mouth open as Taylor held his hips and eased him onto his knot. His back went rigid, insides clenching around Taylor, and suddenly Johnny was coming all over both their chests.
“Oh fuck,” Taylor groaned against his neck, as wave after wave of his own orgasm spurted into Johnny.
They stayed locked together for a long time, long enough that no more cars lit up the road on the other side of the hedge.
Taylor kissed Johnny’s chest, massaging his cock in lazy strokes as his seed started to dry in his palm. He ran his hands over every inch of Johnny’s skin, dipping his fingers into the divots of his spine, along the lean muscles of his thighs and calves.
“I love you,” he whispered against Johnny’s neck. “God, I fucking love you, JP, and I was an idiot for not realising it sooner.”
Johnny shifted a little, dragging his hands through Taylor’s hair. He drew their faces together and kissed the side of his mouth. “I never stopped,” he said, voice a low rumble. Moving his hips a little, he stroked Taylor’s chest. “And I’d say that eight inches was a fair estimate. Maybe eight and a half if you trimmed your pubes.”
Taylor laughed, happiness flooding his entire body. “Piss off. I was being modest.”
Neither of them had been fit to drive, and the car was a fucking mess after they’d half buried the tyres in the loose soil of the freshly ploughed field.
They’d run as wolves the rest of the way home, and Johnny had wasted no time in getting them into the house. As soon as they’d shifted back he’d grabbed Taylor’s arm, marched him up the stairs and into the messy pit of his bedroom.
He dumped Taylor’s overflowing washing basket onto the floor before tackling him and sending him sprawling into the pile of dirty clothes. Taylor’s heart was pounding as he lay on his back with Johnny looming over him in the dark.
“Concentrate,” Johnny growled, grabbing him behind the knees and pulling Taylor under him. He exposed every inch of him, appraising him under what little moonlight came through the window.
Taylor had never seen his knees from that angle, and he had to say that it was hot as hell having Johnny’s face buried between them.
Johnny blinked, letting out a sharp breath as though momentarily catching himself. “Are you still sure you want to do this, Tay?”
A bead of sweat slid down Taylor’s temple, and he ran his hands along Johnny’s arms, giving him a soft smile. “Do you really have to ask?”
Tipping forwards, Johnny kissed his forehead. “Yes.”
“Then, yes. I want this, JP. Knot me.”
Johnny let out a low, guttural sound, brushing his lips over Taylor’s chest. He slid between his legs, dipping his head and sinking his tongue deep into his crease. All Taylor could do was arch his back as Johnny opened his mouth, licking and kissing his rim, making Taylor squirm as hesucked.
