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He kissed me, and it was harsh and sloppy and his jaw was shaking, but I kissed him right back, leaning my body against his. He growled and slipped his hands underneath my ass and lifted. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his middle. He was solid and muscled, but I wasn’t tiny, either. I was a little surprised he was able to walk with me clinging to him, and I let go to laugh and open the door when we reached it. He took me to his room, which we’d been sharing, and I thought he might drop me on the bed, but instead he closed the door and then spun and shoved me up against it.

For a long time he held me there, forcing his mouth to mine too roughly, but I didn’t want him to stop because I gave it right back. After a while his kisses softened, and he turned and carried me toward the bed in the middle of the room. He dropped me onto my back on the black blankets and followed me down, still devouring me. Our teeth clinked and he still didn’t stop, just shoved his tongue into my mouth, sweeping it against mine. I sucked and he grunted, grinding his rigid cock against my firm hard-on.

I moaned and wriggled against him. I wasn’t sure when I’d gotten so stiff, but I wanted the rough way he circled his hips. I loved how his fingers bit into my waist. He grasped at my shirt and pulled on it without moving his lips from mine. I shivered and tried to reach down to pull the shirt over my own head, but he was in the way, heavy on top of me. Eventually he seemed to realize the problem I was having and moved back just enough to allow me to wrestle the shirt up and off. And then he was on me again, nipping at my neck. I sighed happily and turned my head to give him room to work.

He sucked rough kisses down my throat and then bit at my shoulder. The pain wasn’t something we’d really done much of before, but the frisson of odd pleasure that radiated from the spot where he dug in his teeth zipped directly to my cockhead. I gasped as my eyes squeezed shut tight.

“Again, por favor.” I whimpered, and he moved to a different spot and sank in his teeth. I groaned and arched off the bed, lifting his body with mine. “Yes.”

He moaned and kissed farther south. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but he stopped at my nipple and sucked on it. I wasn’t supersensitive there, but it felt good, and when he sank his teeth around it that same delicious spark flared in my groin. “Fuck, stop. Stop, I’m going to come,” I gasped.

He didn’t stop.

He sucked and licked and then went to the other nipple and did the same thing, biting harder and squeezing my asscheeks roughly. He forced me to fuck myself against him as he sucked and bit—and it happened. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to come that way with him, but I was shocked at how fast the punch of joy slammed through my gut. My pants were still on and my cock jerked and unloaded, almost too fast. It was really fucking good, but nowhere near what I’d wanted. I squirmed and whined, and he gripped my hands and held them down at my sides as I tried to push him off my chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Thio.”

He shook his head and kissed his way down my heaving sweat-slicked stomach. He stopped to lick at my navel and I chuckled.

“Not sorry. Fucking love to hear your sounds. Fucking love to hear you coming. Love the look on your face. You look so fucking good. Want to see it every day.”

His words had my face burning, and he unbuckled my belt and popped the button and then lowered my zipper. I was still plump and very sticky, and I had that feeling where I still wanted to fuck but wasn’t hard enough to do it. He sat up on his knees and yanked my jeans and boxers down without any help from me. His strength had my stomach quivering in a peculiar way. With his shift in position and the overhead lights still on, I saw a spot on his neck, one that looked a little like a rust stain. Maybe it was blood. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes.

“Thio, fuck me. Take me. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

He tossed my clothes off the bed and then leaned forward and caged me in with his body. He studied my face, and I’d never seen his blue eyes so intense. “You’ve always been mine.”

Tingles rushed through my stomach as he kissed me—gently, sweetly—and then he slid back down my body, and without a word, he sucked my cock into his mouth. I bit the side of my hand at the shock of the scalding heat.

“Too fast. Oh God, too fast.”

He didn’t stop, only sucked me in farther. He bobbed on me for a while, long enough that I was struggling to breathe, and then he dropped me to lap at the hair at the base of my cock. “You taste so good. I want more,” he whispered, and I laughed and gritted my teeth as he went back to sucking me. My groin tightened and the feeling after coming was too much. I thrashed around, but soon enough the overwhelming rush transformed into something amazing and I was strung out and firming in his mouth. I watched, mesmerized, as my dick got thick and fat and pushed his lips out.

“Thio.”

He nodded but didn’t stop sucking me. I laughed and humped up against his face. I felt like I was going crazy, but that shiny explosion of orgasm wasn’t too close yet, even though I could feel myself chasing it again, and everything he did felt so good. I brushed my fingers through the dark hair at the back of his head, and he swallowed me down to the root. I bowed off the bed and didn’t mean to but shoved as far into his mouth as I could. He gripped my hips and held me down as he pulled off me, and I couldn’t look away from the way my dick seemed to reappear from nowhere. He kissed the tip.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and he laughed.

Thio stared into my eyes, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he sucked on his fingers while I brushed hair off his forehead. I bit my bottom lip as he parted my asscheeks with his free hand. I helped and spread my legs wide, knowing what he wanted. He pressed one wet finger into me, and by now I was used to this enough that I was able to relax and let him in. The shallow thrusting didn’t hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t super comfortable, either, and he wiggled the second finger in too fast, but… the slight burn wasn’t bad.

My head spun, and I spread my legs farther and nodded at him. His eyes sparkled with something I’d never seen on his face before, and he thrust his fingers deep into me. He tickled my prostate, nudging it just enough to streak sizzles of electric current through my middle and have me gasping and rocking against his hand, and then he pulled his fingers out too fast.

“Fucking flirt,” I wheezed.

He chuckled. “Get the lube out of the drawer,” he said, nodding at the bedside table while he undid the top three buttons on his shirt. He pulled the shirt up from the back and over his head. I loved watching his muscled chest come into view almost as much—but not quite—as I loved watching him pull his cock out of his pants. He was so hard the tip was nearly purple, and I whimpered at the sight as he stripped.

“Get me ready for you.” His voice was cold but his eyes gleamed, and I sat up enough to fumble the lube out of the drawer. I squirted way too much into my hand and rushed to fist his cock with a squelch that echoed in the quiet room. He let out a shaky breath and fucked into my grip, grasping my shoulders and rocking his hips. He bared his teeth, and I was surprised when he got to his feet right there on the bed. I sat there feeling stunned and fuzzy in the brain.

He towered over me, his smirk making me feel like I should be worshipping him, so I leaned forward and kissed his thigh.

He let out a long breath and then grabbed me under the arms. He almost fell trying to get me to my feet. Laughing, I let him turn me around and shove my hands against the wall.

“Why on the bed—”

“Because we’re going to fall eventually,” he said, and then he was right behind me, his rigid, hungry cock slipping between my asscheeks with all the lube I’d slathered onto him. I moaned, braced myself, and was kind of surprised at how well this was actually working. His extra weight had the bed dipping more under him than me, so that he was at the perfect height to press the tip of his cock against my hole. I dropped my head against the wall and stared at my own leaking dick as he nudged forward. Rough as he’d been, he took his time pushing against my hole. He backed off and tried again when I was too tense, and then he sucked a kiss onto my shoulder and up my neck. I sank into the sensation of him nipping a bruise onto my skin right behind my ear, and then he shocked me by gliding effortlessly into my body without any problems. One second I was empty, the next his thick cockhead was past my outer ring of muscles and tunneling deep into me. I gasped and slapped my palms flat to the wall, and Thio braced his hands over my wrists, trapping me there.

“Te quiero.”