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Luke hadn’t known exactly what to expect from Syrus in the bedroom, but he’d probably thought it would be more teasing and playful, his incorrigible flirt finally given free rein to toy with him. He hadn’t realized it would be so…intense.

But maybe he should have. It had always been there, hadn’t it? It was in the way Syrus watched him, that predatory intent. If Luke had thought about it, he might have known to expect the rough, possessive way Syrus had claimed him, the fierce hunger in his eyes as he’d stared down at Luke, fucking him without mercy. Luke’s lower belly clenched. The way his body had responded to that claiming…

One of the hands toying with Luke’s chest hair brushed over Luke’s nipple, bringing him back to the present. “Are you awake, sweet Luke?”

“Mm.”

Syrus pulled him closer, although it shouldn’t have been possible to be any closer—Syrus already had a muscled thigh slung over Luke’s hip, an arm across his middle and another under his neck, and an insistent nose nuzzling Luke’s ear.

And a very insistent erection digging into Luke’s back.

Syrus’s hand trailed down, his fingers ghosting over Luke’s bare cock. “And you’re aroused.”

Luke cleared his throat. “It often happens with human men in the morning.”

And of course that was what it was—simple body mechanics, and not any sort of recollection of getting fucked deep into the mattress the night before.

“Does it?” Syrus asked lightly, but Luke didn’t miss the unmistakable pout in his voice. Syrus nudged his cock along Luke’s lower back. “And are you very sore this morning?”

Luke hesitated to answer. He was, a little—Syrus had not been gentle, the dirty liar. But Luke wasn’t that sore. And he wanted…

“No,” he said quietly, nudging back against Syrus. “Not sore.”

A happy, humming purr. Syrus rocked against Luke again. “Can you take me inside you just like this, do you think?”

On his side with Syrus behind him. Wrapped up in strength and muscle. Luke’s breath caught. His answer came out in a husky rasp. “Yes.”

Syrus hummed again, pressing kisses to Luke’s neck and shoulder while he shuffled around. There was the sound of a cap—lube, presumably. Syrus was taking Luke’s instructions to heart once again.

And then that thick, fat cock was nudging at Luke’s hole. Luke let out a harsh breath and shifted his leg up, then bore down while Syrus pressed inside. There was a faint sting from the stretch, but mostly…fullness. Pressure.

It felt good. So fucking good. Surrounded by Syrus. Filled by him.

Blunt teeth bit into Luke’s shoulder as Syrus bottomed out, followed by a light, apologetic kiss.

“I was too rough with you last night,” Syrus murmured as he rocked slowly, that thick cock massaging Luke’s inner walls in a way that had Luke’s toes already curling. “You should scold me.”

“F-Felt good,” Luke managed to say. He didn’t know how Syrus was even speaking right now. Luke’s own head was foggy with lust and the remnants of sleep. There was no room in his brain for anything but pure sensation, the feel of Syrus’s cock and his hands and his firm body behind him. Luke liked the way Syrus’s skin was nice and cool, a relief from his own feverish tendencies when Syrus touched him. He liked the way he was surrounded by that foreign, minty scent.

“Did it?” Syrus asked, his voice lower now, almost guttural. He hitched Luke’s top leg up higher, his fingers digging into Luke’s thigh, and Luke let out a strangled moan as the angle shifted. Deepened.

“So strong, my human. So brave. Letting me take you so savagely.”

It hadn’t been savage though. Just hard and deep mostly. Except maybe the look in Syrus’s eyes. That had been…something else..

Luke couldn’t see those eyes now. He could only clutch at Syrus’s hand on his chest, rock back against the slow, deep thrusts of Syrus’s hips.

Syrus didn’t stop his crooning. “You like it so much, Luke. Me filling you. Taking you.”

His voice still sent shivers down Luke’s spine, even rougher and deeper as it was now.

“I—I thought I was the one taking you,” Luke protested.

“Mm. And you do it so well.”

Syrus’s hand drifted from Luke’s thigh to circle his cock. Luke jerked and cried out, louder than he should have with Colby still sleeping in the other room. But it was all too much with the way Syrus was driving into him so steadily. Luke wasn’t going to last.

“You touched yourself last night,” Syrus growled. “While I filled you. Is that what you need, sweet Luke? Shall I touch you?”