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Amused by how quickly the ass was now presented to him, Lennon reached out to stroke over the two firm globes, were pale in the moonlight. At his touch, Kodi released a throaty moan.
“No coming until you knot me, got it?” he demanded in a stern voice that always made Kodi hard.
“Not fucking playing fair,” he growled through clenched teeth. His fists balled on the mattress, his whole body tensing when Lennon licked at the left cheek, feeling the fuzz of hair on his tongue before swiping it over the right cheek.
Lennon buried his nose between the tight cheeks and inhaled the musk of his soon to be mate. He moaned at the headiness. “Smells so good.”
He couldn’t resist and delved a little deeper, swiping at the tight rim of muscle guarding his ass.
“Taste good too,” he groaned at the earthy taste.
“Are you trying to kill me slowly?” Kodi’s body trembled, his thighs moving under him.
He could hear the snap of impatience and didn’t hesitate, and bit the right cheek hard until he tasted coppery blood. Kodi’s whine was high pitched while he bucked and cum mixed with Kodi’s musk. Lennon didn’t let go, groaning his own pleasure as he reached for his own painfully hard cock. He gave two tugs and came all over the back of Kodi’s thigh, marking him.
When Kodi sagged towards the bed, his limbs shaking, Lennon’s teeth retracted, his bat singing in his head. He swiped over the large bite mark, cleaning it before placing a soft kiss on it.
He sprawled on Kodi’s body, laying his head in the centre of his back, a feeling of contentment running through him despite not getting what he wanted. Instead, he got something so much better, a mate.
They lay there, their breathing evening out and lulling Lennon into a light sleep.
“My turn,” Kodi said, rolling to the side to dump Lennon on the bed.
He didn’t have a chance to do more than grunt at being disturbed. Kodi’s cock was hard once more, jutting out as he lifted Lennon’s legs up and placed them over his forearms. Coming forward, the crown of his cock rubbed against Lennon’s still slick hole, and the sensations woke up his body.
“Bear down,” Kodi murmured, and Lennon did.
His channel clasped at the thickness filling him with slow determination, pushing deep until Lennon was gasping and his own cock jutted up, untouched between them. The fullness was almost too much at this angle, but Kodi never stopped until the ridges of his knot were inside, stretching, burning. But Lennon wanted this and didn’t even consider asking Kodi to stop, knowing that when the knot expanded the fun would really begin.
They were both covered in sweat and slick with how Lennon leaked with eagerness. Breathless and moaning, Kodi and Lennon’s gazes locked. Kodi thrust his pelvis, changing the angle to hit Lennon’s prostate head on.
“I want you so much.” Kodi sounded high. His thrusts were slow and maddening as he rolled and ground against Lennon’s cock, rubbing pre-cum over them both.
“Bite me,” Lennon gritted out through clenched teeth at the sudden desire to come. “Knot me.” Gods, he needed it more than his next breath.
Kodi lay over him and pressed his body tightly against Lennon’s groin, pained groans ripping from Kodi’s throat when the knot started to expand. His mouth widened and lethal fangs dropped. Kodi bit at Lennon’s upper chest where his heart sat.
The burn in his ass and the pain from the bite had his entire body go into an orgasmic spasm. Pinned by the mouth and knot, Lennon’s body was a mass of overriding sensations of being owned completely. As that sank in through the layers of lust, Lennon came with a violent eruption to match any volcano. His body spewed and spat cum over Kodi, gluing their lower bodies together. His ass clenched on the knot, feeling it pulse when Kodi released an animalistic growl that forced more cum from Lennon until his vision blurred. His hands lay limp on the bed while his body worked to assimilate everything.
His lips curled into a slow, ecstatic smile as Kodi’s teeth released and he roared through his release. They were one. A unit, forever tethered to each other.
Lips puffing out in frustration, Lennon’s hands itched to reach out and help put the couch in the exact position he wanted it in. Except Kodi had already lost his temper with Booker for letting Lennon lift a box of books.
Silas wore a deep frown with Kodi’s fussing so instead Lennon said to them, “A little more to the left.”
“Whose left, yours or mine?” Silas muttered, bringing his shoulder closer to his chin to catch the drop of sweat on a dirt-stained T-shirt that was sticking to his chest despite the front door being open and letting in the cold air.
“Yours,” Lennon supplied, giving Silas a grateful smile.
“This fucking thing weighs a ton,” Kodi gritted out. “It’s only a two-seater, yet it weighs as much as my big couch, I’m sure.”
Silas grunted in response, and Lennon chewed on his lower lip when they overshot the mark.
“Lennon? Lennon, where are you? I’m not sure which bedroom you want this box marked for upstairs in?” Ziggy shouted from the hallway.
He darted past the two huffing men and popped his head out into the hallway, into the commotion. “It’s the big front bedroom.”
Isley and Bowie were behind Ziggy with more boxes. Lennon had packed in a rush that morning, when Kodi couldn’t see why they should wait to move house. It would seem that yesterday’s trauma—his words—of meeting Lennon’s entire family had spurred him into action. Then, of course, there was the mating, which had resulted in a very late night. None of that seemed to bother Kodi, who had gotten up early. So, here they were, six hours later, moving Lennon’s things into the new house after a frantic packing session.
