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He fucked in roughly, gripping Uriel’s hip to hold him in place, filling him full of cock. Uriel’s eyes rolled back. He couldn’t stop coming, not when Bruiser sank all the way in and began fucking him roughly. This was what Uriel needed—made to feel small and helpless, his body jerking with every thrust as Bruiser pounded him open. Bruiser hit his prostate sometimes. Other times, he skimmed over it. Uriel couldn’t stop the sounds coming from his mouth, his balls squirming as Bruiser fucked him through another orgasm, and another.

“So good for me,” Bruiser groaned, working his cock deeper as he hitched Uriel’s hips higher. “You take my cock so well, like a perfect omega.”

Uriel came helplessly. “M-more.”

“Yeah? You want my cum, sweetheart? Want me to knot you and breed you?”

Uriel shuddered, coming again. He couldn’t help himself. Bruiser noticed. The alpha leaned in, murmuring in Uriel’s ear, “I’m going to keep my cock inside you, keep pumping you full of cum, over and over until I knock you up good. And you’re going to take all of it. Every single time I need to come, you’ll be a good omega for me and take my cock, let me breed you, stuff you full. Every time I pull out, you’ll be gushing cum; I have so much of it in my heavy balls. You were meant for my cock, meant to be stuffed full and bred.”

Uriel came so hard he was shaking, and he couldn’t stop.

“Fuck,” Bruiser hissed, his cock swelling. “I’m going to come.”

Uriel grew so hot. He shoved himself onto Bruiser’s cock, his eyes rolling back when Bruiser slammed deep inside and snarled, pulsing cum into him.

Bruiser nuzzled Uriel’s sweaty nape, panting. “Do you want my knot, sweetheart?”

There was that nickname again. Uriel had barely noticed it earlier; he didn’t know why the alpha was using it with him. He wasn’t anyone’s sweetheart. “I-I’ve never been knotted.”

Bruiser rumbled, his grip growing tighter on Uriel’s hip. “Do you want mine? You don’t have to.”

“I—” Bruiser had been... good to him. He had accepted Uriel and given him an intimacy he’d never experienced. If this was the last time they did this... maybe Uriel should find out. “Maybe.”

Bruiser made a low sound. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes,” Uriel said quietly, almost inaudibly.

But Bruiser heard. “Okay,” he murmured. “I’ll bring it over from my other shape.”

The base of his cock began to swell. It grew rounder, heavier, pushing up against Uriel’s prostate and locking behind his rim. Uriel bit his lip, feeling so full.

Then Bruiser moved, and it put a big, steady pressure against Uriel’s sweet spot. A gasp tore out of his throat.

“Yeah? You like that?” Bruiser murmured. He rolled his hips, pressing harder and harder on that spot until Uriel came again, and again, and again.

By the time Uriel could think, he was a mess of loose limbs on the kitchen counter, drooling and boneless. “What the Hell just happened?”

Bruiser gathered him off the counter, still knotted inside, and carried him to the bedroom. “I gave you what a good omega should always get. Fucked open and blissed out into oblivion.”

He gently laid Uriel in the middle of the bed. Then his knot went down, and he pulled out in a rush of friction.

“No,” Uriel whined.

“Rest. You did so well for me,” Bruiser murmured. He pressed a kiss to Uriel’s nape. Then he cupped Uriel’s asscheeks and spread them open.

The next thing Uriel knew, Bruiser’s face was right between them.

Bruiser dragged his tongue over Uriel’s used hole, licking him clean. “You look exquisite. This was just stretched around me.” He licked around Uriel’s rim and slipped his tongue inside. “Taking my cock so well. Such a good omega.”

Oh gods, Bruiser is licking my hole. Uriel dragged the covers over his head and whimpered.

Bruiser pressed a kiss to Uriel’s hole and pulled up his briefs and pants, patting him lightly on the ass.

“I’ll get some breakfast ordered,” Bruiser said. “Rest.”

Uriel lay on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped out. Bruiser had done that to him.

Bruiser had seen his scars, seen his muscly alpha-like body, and he’d taken his time to touch Uriel anyway, and knot him thoroughly.