The stretch hurt a little, making him ache so fucking sweetly as Johnny filled him.
Johnny’s pressed up, his grip slipping from Taylor’s arms to his hips. “You feel amazing,” he murmured. “I want you to fuck yourself on my cock as I bite you.”
Taylor rolled his hips, leaning back until he was nestled more firmly between Johnny’s arms. “Go easy. You’re the one with the womb broom, remember?”
Johnny huffed out a laugh, running his tongue over Taylor’s chewed-up mating gland. “You’re so fucking embarrassing, you know that?”
Taylor swallowed. “Yeah, I know.”
Relaxing his thighs, Taylor let himself sink further onto Johnny’s cock. He felt it swell inside him, even more so as Johnny’s fangs pierced his neck again. Taylor’s head instinctually tipped to the side, letting him bite deeper.
Slowly but surely he took all of Johnny’s length, the ache of it making his toes curl as Johnny’s knot pressed against his rim.
Johnny’s fingers ghosted over his swollen cock, stroking his thumb over his leaking tip and all the way down to his balls.
Rocking his hips, Taylor slowly worked himself open, sliding up and down, making his body hot and full and pulsing with need as the thick base of Johnny’s cock rubbed against his prostate. Soon, he was bouncing and rocking in Johnny’s lap, chasing the pressure of his knot as it pounded against his rim.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Johnny growled, hands returning to Taylor’s arms as he tipped him forwards.
Taylor’s chin dipped to his chest. “I can take it,” he whispered.
“Damn right you can.”
Johnny slammed into him, holding him tight as he controlled every thrust. He fucked Taylor hard, fangs buried deep in his neck.
Taylor’s chest hit the end of the bed, face pressing into the sheets as Johnny nudged him forwards.
“Spread your ass” came Johnny’s breathy voice. “I wanna see how stretched you are.”
Heat coursed through Taylor’s body, a blush rocketing up his neck and curling around the tips of his ears. “You—what?”
“Do it,” Johnny growled, throwing enough force behind his alpha voice that it made Taylor’s bones rattle.
Wetting his kiss-swollen lips, Taylor pressed his face into the mattress, reached back and spread his cheeks apart. Johnny let out a breath, warming Taylor’s back as he pressed his palm into the curve of his spine.
Taylor’s balls spasmed as Johnny slowly pulled out, fullness turning to emptiness as the cool air hit his hole. Warm fluid trickled out of him—lube or come; he didn’t know—and with a soft grunt Johnny pushed it back inside with his thumb.
“Fuck, you’re so open, baby. All stretched and wet for me.”
Taylor let out a breathy sigh. “You like that, huh?”
“Mhm. Think you can take my knot?”
Taylor shifted his hips, giving Johnny a better view. “Hell yeah.”
Johnny bent to kiss his back, the length of one fang dragging over his skin. “I’m gonna use my fingers to help ease my knot in, okay?”
“I can take it.”
“I know you can, baby.”
He spat on Taylor’s hole, rubbing his saliva into his rim before slowly sinking both thumbs inside. Taylor let out a sharp breath, his back arching at the ungodly stretch of Johnny sliding his cock between his thumbs. He kept them there as he fucked him, pulling him open as Taylor bit the corner of the mattress.
“You wanna pop another knot in my hand, big boy?” Johnny growled, sliding a thumb out to grip Taylor’s cock.
Taylor made a string of noises, his brain and his mouth not quite making the neurological connection required to formwords. Spreading his knees, he steadied himself, matching Johnny’s deep, rhythmic thrusts until the pace grew sloppy and his hips started stuttering.
“Y-yes. Yes, please,” he said, the words coming out broken.
