Page 29 of The Hummingbird’s Gift

Ro nodded. “I’m really not that fragile.”

“I know. That means I can be rough, but I’m still going to take care of you.” He twisted one dry finger just inside Ro’s hole.

Ro moaned. The penetration felt invasive and harsh, especially when Tier circled it around. Tier drizzled lube down his ass, withdrawing for a moment, and then pushing back in.

Even with the slick gel, it was a little too fast, and Ro gasped at the burn.

“Too fast?” Tier continued the soft stroking down his back while he thrust aggressively with his finger.

Ro whimpered. “Yes, but it’s good.” In fact, it was starting to feel amazing, the harsh motions and the sweet ones mingling together with the twinge of pain.

Tier added another finger with the same vicious speed.

Ro cried out this time, loving the feeling of being helplessly penetrated with that edge of torment.

“That’s good,” Tier praised. “So good.”

Ro loved pleasing him, maybe he even loved accepting the pain just because it was what Tier wanted. He started to get used to two fingers, rocking back into the pleasure, when Tier added a third.

Ro whimpered, tears springing to his eyes. It hurt, but in an achingly splendid way that started to swirl into the soft touches at his back. Then Tier pulled his fingers over his prostate and every sensation was magnified and glorious.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Ro gasped. He wasn’t, but he was becoming addicted to that feeling of violent claiming.

Tier’s fingers withdrew for a moment, leaving him empty and desperate. When Tier’s cock started to push in, it was exquisitely overwhelming. He breathed into the pain, trying to relax and accept all of it. Tier moved slowly, rocking in inch-by-inch, until Rohahen was completely, agonizingly full.

Ro whimpered again, and Tier reached around to stroke his cock. “You’re still hard,” he murmured.

He was. The ache inside him had become something beautiful.

Tier leaned forward, the buttons of his shirt sliding across his spine. He’d forgotten that Tier was dressed, and it made him feel decadently vulnerable and helpless.

Tier set up a slow rhythm, kissing and biting along his shoulders. He punctuated each thrust with a few words.

“Do you know how perfect you are? Laid out for me like this? Naked and exposed just for me. Uhn…” He thrust in deeply, hitting Ro’s prostate and setting off explosions inside. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Tier traced down Ro’s arms and then circled his wrists with his hands. “I don’t even have to hold you down, because you submit so easily to me. But I’m going to anyway. Because I want to see you in chains.”

Ro cried out, desperate at the idea and the cock deep inside him. He already felt so helpless, trapped by his own fingers that gripped the table so hard that they ached. He could only imagine the freedom of having them constrained for him.

Tier bit into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a bruise to match the ones that already decorated his front. “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

Ro’s sight landed on an empty plate and the jar of honey. They were incongruously innocent and mundane.

“I like fucking you right here. On this table where you cook for me and feed me.” Tier thrust into him harder and faster.

Ro moaned. He hadn’t expected Tier to understand how important this was to him, but he got it.

“This is where you give me everything that I need, isn’t it? The plants that you grow, the food that you make, and your tight, sweet ass to use whenever I want it.”

“Yes,” Ro tried to say, but it came out as a yell. That was exactly it.

Tier trailed bites over his shoulders, licking in between them, while his breath got ragged and his rhythm fell apart.

Ro felt himself growing close, too. He was floating in the mingled pleasure of Tier’s cock and the agony of his bite. Just a few more strokes would push him over the edge.

But Tier didn’t give them to him. Instead, he issued a wordless command, the strength of it burning in Ro’s throat. Come.

Ro let out a roar while his body helplessly complied. This wasn’t a natural build-up, but an external demand, the power of it taking over his swollen balls and forcing them to shoot. Ecstasy overtook him, his own body completely owned by the man above him.

Bliss shook through him in waves, and he trembled as he felt Tier pulsing inside him. The feeling built, taking him over and turning him inside out. Making him truly submissive to Tier’s control.

As the feeling ebbed, Tier rested heavily against his back. His weight held Ro tethered and safe. Tier lifted Ro’s hands from the table, lacing their fingers together. His breath tangled in Ro’s sweaty hair, intimate and quietly magnificent.

“Want to hold you, too,” Ro finally murmured as his heartbeat slowed.

Tier slowly pulled out, making Ro whimper again. He was delightfully sore and already missing that fullness. Tier didn’t let go of Ro’s hands, though, walking behind him and guiding him toward the bedroom.

He released him only at the edge of the bed. Ro flopped down on his back, then pulled Tier on top of him. It made it harder to breathe, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Feeling languid and loved, he let himself drop off to sleep.