“Don't stop talking,” he said.
“I wasn't planning to.” I thrust up to meet him and his rhythm stuttered. “This is mine, Soren. You're mine. Say it.”
His breath came out in a rush. “Yours.”
“Again.”
“Yours.” He sank down harder. “Rook, I'm — I need more. I need?—”
I sat up, one arm coming around his back, and rolled us.
He hit the mattress with a sound of surprise that dissolved fast into something hungrier when my weight settled over him. I pulled out enough that he made a protesting noise, and then I got both hands on his hips and turned him.
He went easily, reading the intent, and then he was on his hands and knees in front of me and I sat back on my heels and just looked.
The view from here was something I was going to carry for a long time. The curve of his spine, the breadth of his shoulders tapering to his waist, and his ass — round and full and smooth. The lace tops of the stockings framed his thighs below. He was flushed all the way down his back and breathing hard, and I pressed both palms to the curves of him and squeezed and heard him make a low, wanting sound into the pillow.
My thumbs spread him slightly and the sound he made went up a register. I pressed my cock against the cleft of him and rocked forward slowly. “You feel that?”
“Yes.” The word came out raw. “Rook, I swear to god?—”
I rocked again, the length of me sliding against him, slick and deliberate, and felt him press back.
I pressed my lips to the base of his spine and then I lined up and pushed in.
The sound he made was long and broken and completely honest, and I gripped his hips and held still and let him adjust.
“You're so deep,” he said, and his arms were shaking slightly where they braced against the mattress. “Rook, you're so — I can feel you everywhere.”
“Good.” I pulled back and thrust in, and he groaned into the pillow and his spine arched. “That's what I want. You feeling every inch of it.”
I set a pace that had nothing gentle in it. My hands were on his hips hard enough to leave the shape of them tomorrow. His back was arched, head dropping forward, both hands gripping the headboard with white knuckles that mirrored mine from earlier.
“Rook.” His voice was completely destroyed. “Don't stop. Don't you dare?—”
“I'm not stopping.” I thrust deeper and felt him clench around me and the sound I made was not controlled. “You take me so well. Fuck.” I ran one hand up his spine and felt him shiver. “You have no idea — you feel?—”
“Tell me.” Breathless, demanding, pressed into the pillow. “Tell me.”
“Tight.” I drove in again. “Hot. Mine.” The last word came out harder than I'd meant it to, more raw, and I felt him shudder full-body at the word. “You're mine, Soren. You've always been mine.”
I reached around and got my hand on him and stroked, and the combination of that and the pace I was keeping reduced him to sounds and motion and nothing else, his hips moving back to meet me on every thrust and forward into my fist in between, caught between the two in a rhythm that was pulling sounds from both of us with no filter left between feeling and expressing it.
“Rook—” My name, cracked open.
“I've got you.” I pressed my chest to his back, mouth to the nape of his neck, hand still working him. “I've got you. Let go.”
He turned his face into the pillow and said, muffled and wrecked and entirely certain, “Inside me. Rook. I want you to come inside me.”
The words hit me somewhere below thinking and above coherence and I drove in deep and stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to the back of his neck, breathing hard through my nose.
“You sure?—”
“Please.” His hand came back and gripped my hip, pulling. “Please. Want to feel you. Want you to fill me up.”
I moved.
I buried myself in him with a rhythm that had nothing managed about it, hand still wrapped around him and stroking hard, and the sounds coming from both of us had abandoned any pretense of control. He pushed back to meet every thrust, taking all of it, and the slick heat of him and the desperate sounds he was making into the pillow were dragging me toward the edge faster than I could manage.
