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I licked hungrily into his mouth, lips parting. The kiss grew feverish and sloppy as Brian fumbled between us to pull his hard cock out of his sweats. I dazedly broke the kiss so I could look down and watch. He was in his human form, so his cock was that lovely pink shade, thick and veiny, with a bulbous head that was already shiny and wet at the tip.

I whimpered at the sight of his hand wrapped around it, trying to rub my aching cock against any part of him I could reach. He looked down between our bodies and groaned through clenched teeth at the sight of my leaking cock leaving a wet trail on his stomach. Brian’s hands clasped my calves and carefully unwound my legs from around his waist, but before I could ask why, I was being effortlessly hoisted higher into the air.

I squeaked, hands flailing before I managed to clutch fistfuls of Brian’s hair. It was the only thing I could reach, because he’d already lifted me high enough, sliding me up the lockers, for his head to suddenly be between my legs.

Big palms and long fingers cupped my ass to keep me aloft, but I still reached up with one hand to feel for anything I could hold on to just to seem a little more secure. I ended up grabbing the top of the locker, feeling the decades’ worth of dust making my fingertips gritty. My head was dangerously close to the ceiling because Brian was so damn tall. If I reared up too fast, smacked my head and knocked myself out, I’d never, ever forgive myself.

Brian was suddenly swallowing my dick to the root. He moaned around me, sucking with perfect pressure as he dragged his lips and tongue back up to my tip and gave it a filthy, wet kiss. A broken gasp stuttered from my lungs, my belly almost cramping from the tidal wave of arousal that had just slammed into me.

He bobbed his head a few times, sucking, teasing before lowering me until the wet, burning tip of his cock was prodding at my slick hole. I was reeling with pleasure, breaths already fast and shallow, my legs snapping around him as the fat head of his cock slipped inside.

“Just wanted a taste,” he panted as he rocked his hips in little thrusts, sinking more and more of his length inside me. He leaned in. His nose nuzzled my cheek a split second before he crushed his mouth to mine, tongue surging deep.

A delirious, pleading moan left me as I kissed him back with just as much fervour. A rumble rose from his chest in answer as he squeezed my ass. He knew what I was asking for.

His hips started to roll into me, slow and steady at first, but quickly increasing in speed. The lockers behind us rattled so loudly that we were absolutely going to get caught, but there was nothing—nothing—that could’ve gotten me to stop right now.

We stopped kissing when I lost the ability to do so, too busy gasping and making increasingly feverish whimpers in my throat. He angled his hips to grind against my prostate, and a violent shudder went through my body as heat spread from my core.

I couldn’t stop moaning. Loudly. The sounds echoed around the room and into the corridor. Brian shifted his hold on me, curling an arm under my ass like a seat while his other hand rose to cover my mouth. That just made me moan again, lower and more guttural this time, but it was helping to muffle the sounds a little. Nothing could’ve been done about the other sounds, though—the frantic rattling of the lockers at my back and the slick, rhythmic squelch of his cock sawing in and out of my dripping hole. It was making my eyes roll back and my balls draw up tighter to my body.

That knot inside me, the one that was always so full and sated nowadays, throbbed with happiness. I could no longer call it the ‘knot of tension’ in my chest, because it was never tense anymore. Brian kept me so well fed, but I liked to think it was his love that really kept me this nourished.

In a jarring rush, my balls tightened and my cock throbbed against Brian’s flexing stomach, then shot a fountain of cum between us. I couldn’t stop gasping and moaning, my hole twitching around his tunnelling length, my prostate pulsing against the cockhead grinding inside me. Brian groaned, long and low, his big body shuddering as his thrusts grew erratic.

I was still coming when he stiffened up, fingers digging hard into my ass, and loosed a strained, hoarse groan into my throat as his cock flexed inside me. It was hot and messy, and his thighs were quaking as he panted unsteadily into my neck. In a rush, he tensed back up with a strained groan as my body coaxed that final flood of seed from him, leaving him shaking and weak when he sagged against me in the aftermath.

Eventually, he lifted his head. His blue eyes were drowsier now, calmer, the energy crash after his fight finally starting to hit him now that his body was sated and relaxed post-orgasm.

I leaned in to kiss him, cupping his face in my hands. His cock always softened faster in his human form, and I felt it slowly slip out of me, followed by a heavy trickle of our combined fluids.

There was even more all over our fronts, Brian’s heaving abs glistening with my cum. Brian followed my gaze as I eyed his coated stomach in languid, possessive satisfaction.

“Shit, sorry.” He was looking at the front of my T-shirt, soaked in cum. It was my cum though, so he had no need to apologise for the mess. Except, well, he had caused it. “I have a spare shirt in my bag.”

I didn’t care anyway. “Thank you.” I leaned in to kiss him.

Brian kissed me back, but tensed a little against me a second or two before I heard the slap of bare feet on concrete.

“Shit.” Brian winced, then raised his voice a little. “Uh, Darryl—”

“I’m not looking! I’m not looking!” I saw the huge, tattooed orc, Menoetius, run past the open doorway with a hand blocking his face from view. “Fucking hell, Brian. We could hear you outside in the alley, for fuck’s sake.”

I bit my lip to suppress my laughter. “Sorry!” I called after Corey’s brother, then I sheepishly said it again when a hulking vampire lumbered past too, shaking his head. “Shit, sorry. Um, good luck in your fight!”

Once we’d heard the door to the main room open and shut twice, I snorted with laughter. Brian grinned at me, then leaned in for one more soft kiss, his tongue gliding slowly over mine.

I sighed against his mouth and pressed my forehead to his. “Ready to go? Or do you want to shower here?”

“Let’s go home, baby.” He didn’t put me down though, just tightened his arms around me and ducked his head to kiss my neck. When he lifted it again, he was smiling. “I was thinking we could stop at Deo’s on the way home. Get your favourite.”

I gasped. “Chocolate almond croissants?”

“Uh-huh. And cinnamon rolls.”

I gasped again. Those were my second favourite. “Yes.”

“And then when we get back to mine, maybe we could get under the blanket and watch a sci-fi horror.”