Something shifted in Colton’s expression, hunger mixing with reverence. He sat back on his heels between Zack’s thighs, just looking for a moment. Not lustful, exactly, though that was there too. More like he was memorizing every detail—the flush spreading down Zack’s torso, the way his cock was already starting to fill again, the trust in offering himself up completely.
“You're perfect,” Colton said, voice rough with emotion.
Before Zack could deflect with a joke, slick fingers circled his entrance. Just teasing at first, light pressure that made his breath catch. Colton watched his face, gauging every reaction as one finger pressed inside.
The stretch burned slightly, muscles protesting the intrusion. But Colton went slow, working that single digit in and out until Zack’s body relaxed around it. Only then did he add more lube, scissoring gently to open him up.
“More,” Zack demanded, pushing back against Colton’s hand.
A second finger joined the first, and this time the stretch felt better. Fuller. Colton crooked them just right, finding that spot that made Zack see stars. A strangled moan tore from his throat, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
“There we go,” Colton praised, working him steadily. “Opening up so pretty for me.”
By the time three fingers were pumping in and out, Zack was desperate. His cock had filled completely again, leaking against his stomach with each brush against his prostate. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the cool morning air.
“Ready,” he gasped. “So ready, please.”
Colton withdrew his fingers slowly, making Zack whine at the loss. More lube, probably too much, but neither of them cared about the mess. Then the blunt head of Colton’s cock pressed against him, hot and insistent.
“Breathe for me, Blue.”
The first push stole all the air from Zack’s lungs. Even with preparation, Colton’s cock stretched him wide, a burning pressure that bordered on too much. But Colton went slow, inch by careful inch, pausing whenever Zack tensed up.
“That’s it, let me in.” Colton’s voice rumbled with barely contained hunger.
When Colton finally bottomed out, both of them had to stop and breathe. The fullness was overwhelming, like Colton had claimed every inch of space inside him. Zack felt split open in the best way, exposed and possessed all at once.
“Move,” he begged after his body adjusted. “Please move.”
Colton started with shallow rocks, barely pulling out before pressing back in. Each thrust sent sparks through Zack’s entire body, pleasure mixing with the lingering burn until he couldn't tell them apart. Gradually the movements got longer, deeper, until Colton was pulling almost all the way out before sliding home.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Colton groaned, grip tightening on Zack’s hips. “So tight, so perfect around my cock.”
The dirty talk made Zack clench down, which pulled another growl from Colton. The pace picked up, steady thrusts that hit his prostate with devastating accuracy. Pleasure built in rolling pulses, each one stronger than the last.
“Harder,” Zack demanded, nails raking down Colton’s back.
Control snapped. Colton’s hips pistoned forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, until Zack could barely breathe through the pleasure. His cock bounced between them, untouched but leaking steadily.
“Gonna come just from my cock?” Colton’s voice had gone rough, almost feral. “Come on, Blue. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Pleasure built to impossible heights. Every snap of those powerful hips drove Zack higher, closer to an edge that promised to shatter him completely. Sweat slicked their bodies, making skin slide together with delicious friction.
“Gonna come,” Zack warned, though it came out more like a sob. “So, so, so close.”
Colton’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. That was all it took. His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal force, shattering him. His body clenched around Colton’s cock, drawing a guttural groan from the man above him.
Through the haze of his own pleasure, Zack felt his mate lean down. Teeth sank into the junction where shoulder met throat, right over the claiming mark from before. The bite sent aftershocks through his system, prolonging his orgasm until he thought he might pass out from the overload.
Colton’s release pulsed hot inside him, accompanied by a sound that was part growl, part moan. They stayed locked together for long moments, both breathing hard, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
Eventually, his mate released the bite, soothing the mark with gentle licks. He pulled out carefully, both of them wincing at the loss. Before Zack could miss the contact, strong arms gathered him close, arranging them on their sides with Zack’s back pressed to Colton’s front.
“You okay?” Lips pressed against his temple, voice soft with concern.
“More than okay.” Exhaustion pulled at him, making his words slur slightly. “Feel amazing.”
A washcloth appeared from somewhere—Colton must have grabbed it earlier—and gentle hands cleaned him up with tender care. Once finished, those same arms wrapped around him again, holding him like something precious.
