Taylor’s breath caught. “A-ah, JP—JP—you—ah.”
He gripped week-old clothes in one hand and pulled Johnny’s damp hair with the other. His stomach muscles clenched, his body like a coiled spring bundled tightly into a too-small container. He started shaking all over, too tense, too caught up in the tangle of mating pheromones that hadn’t been given a chance to settle.
His brain was telling him he should be lying there in post-knot bliss, protecting, feeding, helping his mate build a nest. Biology classes told him he should be doing all of those things in between heat waves, but instead he was on his back with his legs in the air as his mate devouredhim.
Johnny slid his mouth from his crease to his balls, kissing and licking his way to Taylor’s still swollen knot. He inhaled, running his nose all the way up Taylor’s body, around his nipples and over his collarbones. Pressing himself between Taylor’s legs, he caressed his oversensitive knot.
“This is mine,” he growled, squeezing slightly. “And so are these.” He brushed a thumb over Taylor’s lips
Taylor was panting hard, watching as Johnny started stroking his own cock. A continuous stream of fluid dripped onto Taylor’s stomach, pooling in his belly button and dripping down his sides. Johnny massaged it into his shaking muscles, rubbing his seed across his chest and thighs.
“I’m going to help you relax, okay?” Johnny said, voice strained as though he was on the edge of losing control. “Lay your thighs over mine.”
Taylor let out a breath, spreading his legs as Johnny knelt forwards. Moaning softly, he watched as Johnny ran his fingers through the mess across his stomach, eyes sliding shut as he pressed two wet fingers over his hole.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Johnny crooned, kissing his neck. “On your back for me, letting me spread you open. You have no idea how fucking hot it is knowing I’m the only person that’s ever been inside you. ”
“The only one,” Taylor sighed, his voice sounding far away, even to his own ears.
“That’s right. Mine, inside and out.”
The praise did something funny to Taylor’s head. His thoughts were all fuzzy and he found that he wanted to be good, wanted to be perfect for Johnny. He tipped his head back, stretching the cords of his throat out for Johnny to see. He was rewarded when the fingers drove deeper, curling and rubbing and spreading Johnny’s come inside him like a balm.
“That’s it,” Johnny sighed. “That’s it,mon amour. Tu es ravissant.”
Taylor melted, his limbs like wet clay as Johnny opened his mouth and bit his neck. He added a third finger, massaging his slippery rim with his knuckles.
“You feel so good under me. So fucking good.”
“Ngh—just you and me, JP.”
Taylor gritted his teeth as Johnny added a fourth finger, stretching him so wide it ached.
“You’re gonna take me so good, Tay.”
Saliva trickled down Taylor’s chin, and he squirmed as Johnny bit his oversensitive nipples. Before long, Johnny flipped him onto his front, dragging his hips up so his arse was in the air. He worked his fingers inside him again, then his tongue and his thumb, andfuck,Taylor didn’t think he could take much more.
“Ngh—don’t make me… don’t make me present like an omega, JP.”
Johnny growled, pulling Taylor up by his shoulder so had his back pressed to Johnny’s chest. He nipped Taylor’s ears, the nape of his neck. His skin was raw and broken in places, butshit,if he didn’t love it.
“I’ll fuck you like the alpha you are, Tay.”
Taylor let out a ragged breath, pushing his hips back so he could feel Johnny’s thick cock sliding between his cheeks. “Yes… yes.” His jaw went slack, barely able to form words. “But lube.”
He heard the click of the bottle cap, and Johnny’s fingers were at his hole again. The lube was cool, for which he had never been more grateful as the hot, blunt tip of Johnny’s cock butted up against his entrance.
He was pushing him, teasing him, making Taylor rock his hips as Johnny held his arms and guided him onto his cock. Taylor squirmed, bracing a hand against Johnny’s thigh as his own legs shook uncontrollably.
“Bear down,” Johnny growled against his neck. “Push out while I push in.”
“JP!” he cried, his whole body clenching as Johnny held him still.
“Baby,” Johnny whispered, wrapping an arm around his chest. “Take a breath. You can do it. Like we practiced.”
Taylor groaned, inhaling loudly and bearing down as Johnny slowly impaled him.
There was a moment where everything stopped. Taylor with his back pressed to Johnny’s chest, both slippy with sweat and breathing hard. He felt Johnny’s mouth in his hair, heard him moan softly as he inhaled Taylor’s scent.
