Johnny pressed his forehead between his shoulder blades. “Taylor, I—oh fuck, Tay?—”
Taylor growled, gritting his teeth as the pressure of Johnny’s knot swelled against his hole. He could do this; hewoulddo this for Johnny. And just as the stretch was becoming unbearable, Johnny slipped out his other thumb, nudged forwards and lodged his thick knot deep inside him.
Little sparks exploded behind Taylor’s eyes, purples and pinks, his skin prickly hot, and he thought for a second he might be having a stroke or something, but then Johnny was there, kissing his neck, whispering softly against his skin. When Taylor looked down he realised it wasn’t a stroke at all, but the sensation of simultaneously being knotted andknottingJohnny’s hand.
Knotted and knottee.
He laughed at that, which did cause Johnny some alarm as he pushed a hand through Taylor’s hair, but honestly, Taylor couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some yin-yang bullshit at play in that moment, and if his body was able to do those two things at once then maybe he’d found the meaning of life or something.
“Tay, where the hell is your head at?” Johnny said, wrapping an arm around his chest.
Taylor’s legs had gone back to shaking, and he finally realised he was having onehellof a post-nut adrenaline dump.
“Taylor?”
Taylor blinked, still looking down at Johnny’s hand, at how he gripped his wet knot between his fingers. Taylor’s hips swayed forwards, lodging his knot more firmly.
“That’s it,” Johnny sighed, his cock swollen and stuck inside Taylor. “You’re doing so well, Tay. Just… tell me you’re okay?”
Taylor’s mouth was too dry to form words, so he wiggled his hips a little, rocking back and seating himself in Johnny’s lap.
Yep, that wastheticket, becausefuck,Johnny’s knot was pressed right up against his prostate.
Taylor let out a low hum of contentment. “I think… I think maybe you might have a magic cock or something, because for a second there I seriously considered going to church.”
Johnny let out a bark of laughter, rolling them both onto their sides. “Whatareyou on about, Taylor Campbell?”
“Never mind.”
They lay like that for over an hour, inside the shitty, tangled nest of Taylor’s week-old clothes whilst Johnny bit his neck and massaged his knot. As he stared up at the ceiling, he could practically see their pheromones creating a misty haze in the air. It was kinda magical, as was being impaled by a nine-inch dick and a knot the size of a tennis ball.
“What are you thinking about?” Johnny murmured against his neck.
Taylor sighed. “I’m thinking the Hobbits are judging me.”
Johnny snorted. “What?”
Taylor pointed up at his desk, where his figurines had fallen over and one of them was hanging over the edge.
“I don’t remember this version of the films,” Johnny muttered.
“No? There’s a whole series on the internet. You’ve got,They’re Taking the Halflings to Poundtown, Bareback Riders of the Deep Roads—that’s a gangbang one. Um…Buxom Elven Babes.That’s a classic.”
Johnny chuckled, kissing his neck. “Okay, dude. I get it.”
“Go on, then. Tell me what porn you watch.”
“You really want to know?”
Taylor shrugged, reaching behind to pull a sheet from the bed. He dragged it over their rapidly cooling bodies, his insides clenching around Johnny’s still inflated knot. “We’re going to be here a while, so you may as well.”
“Well, if you really have to know, it usually involves redheads.”
Taylor rolled his eyes. “That’s it? Jesus, where’s your imagination?”
“Oh, I have a very vivid imagination, don’t you worry.”
“JP… JP, please… I can’t… I can’t take any more. I’m too full.”
