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Luke shook his head. “I was terrified. But I knew you would come.”

“Mm.” Syrus pressed a tender kiss to Luke’s skin, soothing the sting of his last bite. “I will always come for you.” Luke gasped as something warm and wet finally teased at his hole. “And you will come with me tonight. To the water. To hear our song.”

Syrus didn’t wait for Luke’s answer, only licked again at that sensitive bundle of nerves. Luke’s breaths turned harsh, and Syrus settled in to tongue at him with increased fervor, insistent and thorough as ever, taking no quarter.

It wasn’t fair to be insisting anything when he was doing that to Luke, pushing him to his limit so he was even more desperate and aching than before. But no doubt Syrus knew that. He’d never seemed especially concerned with fair.

When the tip of Syrus’s tongue slipped inside, Luke moaned, pushing up against it, urging it deeper.

But because Syrus was occasionally evil incarnate, he lifted his head instead. “Does that feel nice, dearest?”

Luke let out a hapless groan. “Yes. It does.”

“Mm.” Syrus’s finger dipped in, rubbing the spit onto Luke’s rim. “Imagine how good my cock will feel.”

“I already know.”

Luke could hear the smile in Syrus’s voice as he countered, “My other cock, Luke.”

Oh. Jesus. Luke could see it. That thick, slick member, twisting and writhing inside him. He couldn’t help it as his hips jerked, rubbing his erection along the comforter underneath him.

Strong hands forced him still as Syrus tsked. “You’ll have to wait for that, greedy creature. Now hold still. I’m not finished.”

And then his tongue was back, licking and teasing, softening Luke up. Luke’s arousal was both fevered and languid, melting him into the mattress even as his hips bucked and rocked. It had been so long since he’d had this done to him, and never with Syrus’s long fingers and demanding mouth.

Luke’s balls tightened; his belly swirled. Oh God. He could come just like this, couldn’t he?

But just when he was thinking it, Syrus stopped. Luke moaned his displeasure as Syrus backed away, rising over him again. “Shall I fuck you now, sweet Luke?”

Luke wriggled desperately. “God, yes.”

Syrus placed a hand by Luke’s head, the other grabbing roughly at his ass and spreading him again. He must have found lube at some point, because his cock was slick when he brought it to Luke’s wet, open hole. Luke was relaxed and eager for it, and Syrus slid in easily enough, although his girth would always be a stretch.

Luke’s breath hitched as Syrus’s hips pressed flush against him, followed by the full weight of his body. He lay on top of Luke and nuzzled his cheek again, then his neck.

“You take me so well, don’t you? I was always meant to find you.”

“I thought—” Luke gasped as Syrus withdrew a mere few inches and fucked into him again. “Thought it was me who answered your song.”

Syrus tutted. “Semantics.” He grasped Luke’s hands with his, interlacing their fingers. “Now hush,” he said, as if he hadn’t been the one blabbing this entire time. “Take me. I need it.”

So Luke hushed and took it. Syrus fucked him with short, deep thrusts, their bodies pressed tightly together. Luke writhed underneath him, his fingers clenched around Syrus’s, little punched-out noises leaving his lips without permission.

He was caged by Syrus’s bulk, trapped completely by his weight. It was overwhelming and perfect, and something was building with each pound of Syrus’s hips. A low, delicious pressure. Luke groaned and rocked with Syrus’s movements as best he could, wondering if he could come like this if he rubbed his cock just right against the comforter.

But then Syrus was pulling out and flipping Luke over again, folding his legs up to his chest, Syrus’s fierce dark gaze on his as he bottomed out again. Syrus sped up his pace, and Luke could only arch his head back and hold on for dear life. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Syrus.”

Syrus must have seen how close Luke was, because he growled long and low as he pounded into him. “Give me what I want, Luke.”

Luke managed to get a hand on his cock, but he’d barely wrapped it around and taken a stroke before he was coming all over his own stomach with a desperate, drawn-out groan.

“Yess,” Syrus hissed. He leaned forward and folded Luke even further into himself, the new, deeper angle almost torture as he fucked Luke through his orgasm. Luke panted as his oversensitive body shivered and shook.

“Perfect,” Syrus moaned. “So perfect.”

Luke made some sound, either denial or agreement, and Syrus shuddered, his hips stuttering as he filled Luke with every drop he had.

He let Luke’s legs drop, falling on top of him, his head coming to rest on Luke’s chest. He was heavy as fuck, but it felt good to be weighed down by his cool skin, his inherent strength. Like Luke was cocooned by him. Protected. Like none of the trauma from earlier in the day could possibly reach him when Syrus was here with him. On him. Luke lifted weak arms and traced patterns on Syrus’s soft skin, trying to give back some of that same comfort.