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Asa hissed. “Fuck, Lois. You’re tearing me up. Isn’t this what you wanted?” he taunted, his voice a low growl, barely human.

“Hurts,” Zane sobbed, wanting to somehow explain that it was okay that it hurt, that it burned and ached and felt like his insides were being pushed aside to accommodate him.

That hurts didn’t mean stop.

Not here. Not with Asa.

But Asa knew. Somehow, Asa always knew.

“You can take it, baby. You were made for this. Just lie there and take it. Be good for me.”

“Yes, I’m good. I’ll be good,” Zane sobbed. “Please. Please, Asa. Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Asa grunted, catching Zane’s knees over his elbows, practically folding him in half to press himself inexplicably deeper.

“God, you feel so fucking deep,” Zane said, his voice sounding wondrous. “How does it feel like you’re way up here?” he asked, touching his stomach.

“You’re really stroking my ego, baby,” Asa teased, then captured his lips in a kiss.

Zane moaned into Asa’s mouth, his body unclenching as Asa pulled almost all the way out before slamming home again and again in long, deep strokes that were altering Zane’s brain chemistry, turning him from the relatively intelligent person he was when this started into this mindless creature made entirely of need.

“Don’t stop,” he sobbed again. “I want to feel you come inside me. I need it. I need you to fill me up. Please. Make me yours.”

The sound Asa made tore through Zane.

He screamed as Asa’s teeth sank into the scar on his shoulder, Asa driving into Zane until it felt like he was coming apart at the seams, his cock trapped between their bodies, sweat and precum giving him all the friction he’d been craving since this started.

“You are mine, Lois. Fuck. How many times do I have to do this? How many times do I have to mark you, hurt you, take you apart and put you back together before you get that? You’re mine. Just fucking mine. Forever. I’ll kill you before I let you go. I swear I will.”

Zane’s orgasm hit him like a school bus, shocking a gasp from him as he spilled his release between them, untouched, Asa’s every thrust prolonging his orgasm for what felt like hours until it was too much, until the pleasure became pain, then the pain became too much, too.

Still, Asa held him.

Asa’s hips stuttered once with his release, then again, his hands locking around Zane’s hips so he could grind against him, like he needed to be as deep inside him as possible while he came.

Then it was over.

Zane let his arms fall from Asa’s shoulders as Asa sucked in heavy breaths above him, Zane’s body shivering through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Finally, Asa released Zane’s legs, but didn’t move.

Zane straightened, wincing as his hips protested. He was definitely not getting any younger.

Asa was dead weight on top of him, his nose buried in Zane’s neck. They were both dripping sweat, the air conditioning making Zane shiver a little.

Finally, Asa’s spent cock slipped free, and Zane sucked in a breath at the feel of Asa’s cum leaking out of him.

They lay like that for a long while. Asa licking and sucking at Zane’s neck and shoulder, his fingers gently trailing up and down his sides. Zane tracing patterns along Asa’s back and arms. Neither of them in any hurry to go anywhere.

Finally, Asa moved just enough to prop his chin up on his palm. “Happy birthday, Lois.”

And there it was again.

Zane’s chest clenched, the warmth inside him tangling almost instantly with guilt.

“Thanks. Sorry if I was weird about it.”

Asa snickered, then booped his nose. “In this family, weirdness is relative.”