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The ropes Chay has picked are dark blue, round, pliant, and soft to the touch. But they’re deceptive too, and they turn rigid when layered together, a fact that makes Kim jump a bit as Chay guides the folded rope under his left arm.
They’ve never done this before. Chay doesn’t even know if Kim knew until just now that Chay knows how to do this. And when Chay runs the tip of his nose up the back of Kim’s neck, exhaling softly as he goes, Kim shivers under his touch, and Chay knows the rage is losing its grip.
“I’ve got you, P’Kim. I won’t let you hurt me.”
The shameless omega inside him is starting to plead, the chasm of need inside Chay forceful enough to be clouding Chay’s thoughts at the edges. He can’t quite ignore it anymore, so he pauses, flattening his hand across the handle of the plug and sending it up into his prostate, gasping and moaning as it takes the edge off the emptiness.
Chay hears Kim take a long breath too. He presses close to Kim’s back as he brings the rope up past his shoulder, then across the back of his neck and down the opposite shoulder, catching the end of the rope again. Then he pulls the section across Kim’s neck down and brings the end of the rope to the low point, pulling the long end of the rope through both before anchoring with a half hitch.
Kim is pliant in Chay’s hands as he guides Kim’s arms behind his back, kissing softly down his neck and whispering to him as he splits the rope and ladders one arm, then the other. Then he pulls another length of rope from the bundle and laces through the ladders in a diamond weave, quick and efficient, before tying off the ends around the X of the shoulder harness and threading the excess through itself so it’s out of the way.
Chay tugs on the weave, testing his handiwork, making a couple of adjustments until he’s satisfied. Then he moves in front of Kim again.
Kim’s eyes are closed. His breathing is labored, and Chay isn’t sure if it’s because of the tie or because of his own proximity. What’s more, this is the second time Kim has been restrained like this today—but this time he’s not fighting it at all.
“P’Kim,” Chay says, bringing a hand to the outside of Kim’s thigh. “Can you speak yet?”
When the thousand angry ghosts just hiss through the bond, Kim grits his teeth, and for a moment it seems like he’s trying to hold them back.
Chay goes still. He waits for Kim’s face to relax, then for him to open his eyes. Without any words and with the bond blocked off again, Kim’s eyes are the only window Chay has into how much of his Kim is present right now.
It takes a minute or two. When Kim opens his eyes, there’s new sweat at his hairline.
Again, Chay kisses him, shifting forward and bracing on a hand, allowing his needy omega a single roll of his hips that sends the plug deeper again, releasing another little trickle of slick. With his other hand, he tips Kim’s face up.
This time, when Chay kisses Kim, Kim kisses back, surging to meet him as best he can and making a sound into the kiss that sends a jolt of pleasure through Chay, equal parts frustration and need—
Chay breaks the kiss. Just from that, his heart is already racing. His heat is looming over him like a thundercloud ready to drop its rain, but Chay forces himself to focus, this time against a whine that comes out of his own mouth. And when Kim looks at him knowingly, willing Chay with his eyes to stop with all this and mount him, Chay ignores this too.
He needs something for Kim to rest against. But they don’t have a wedge pillow, so Chay pulls back and makes for the top of the bed, grabbing several firm pillows and a throw blanket he quickly rolls into a bolster.
Chay moves around Kim as he lifts Kim’s arms, then arranges enough supports behind Kim’s back that he can recline mostly upright without putting pressure on his shoulders in the arm tie. As he moves, he feels Kim’s awareness hone further and further in on him, teasing Chay’s resistance and testing his will.
You’d never know it by looking at him. Aside from claws Chay can hear poking holes through the bedcovers, Kim is statue-still. But once Chay is satisfied and he comes in front of Kim again, the look in Kim’s eyes is a want and need so fierce it sends another hot flush of arousal through Chay, one that brings new rivulets of slick coursing down his inner thighs.
Kim grits his teeth and groans.
“Chay—”
It’s the thousand ghosts, but now they’ve said his name.
Chay moves quickly from there, leaning heavily into what remains of his task to keep his mind occupied. With Kim now reclining, Chay guides his knees up into a neutral position, then binds Kim’s bent legs in spiral ties that he secures around his ankles, once again threading the ends of the rope back through itself.
And then, for a long moment, Chay just looks.
Kim looks wrecked right now. His face is flushed, as is his chest, his breaths quick and shallow. His cock is a violent, angry red against his front, leaking so much onto his skin that it’s starting to run down his side. And with his legs propped up like this, Kim’s hole is visible, a part of him Chay doesn’t often get to admire.
What he would give to be able to take a picture of this with his eyes and save it. Kim basically never looks like anything less than Chay’s perfect fantasy, but something about having his lethal, dangerous predator of a mate totally at his mercy right now is heady. He feels like a god.
And then an image comes through the bond.
It’s him. It’s him right now, looming over Kim where he’s up on his knees between Kim’s bound legs. His eyes look huge and dark, the last vestiges of his ruined makeup from the act smeared over his cheeks like charcoal from a fire, his mating mark red and prominent against his shoulder in his pre-heat flush. The insides of his legs are glistening with slick, a scent so alluring to Kim it’s dominating nearly all of his other senses.
Chay’s laugh is almost more of a hiccup. Suddenly he feels like he might cry.
He drops back down to seated, moaning and grinding down hard on the plug, feeling another flash of need through the bond as Kim’s desire flares.
He’s so close, though, he can’t break now.
Chay quickly pulls the zippers down on his black combat boots and unlaces them enough to tug them off before his resolve slips any further. Quickly, then, he turns over his hip and is right back in front of Kim, fingers already at the hem of his shirt. His eyes close for a beat as the plug shifts as he sits back up on his knees, moving between Kim’s legs, then drops down to his hands on either side of Kim’s torso.
“I’m gonna ride you, P’Kim,” Chay says, voice breathless. “But I’ll give you a choice: do you want me right now, or do you want me to give you a show?”
He feels Kim’s cock twitch. Not through his own body, but through Kim’s. And when he looks down, Kim’s cock is leaking again, this time a stream of precome that drips all the way down his side.
Chay glances up at Kim, then lowers himself down to a forearm, holding Kim’s cock out of the way with his other hand as he licks Kim’s skin clean.
He feels his eyes flutter. His tongue tingles. This is to Chay what his slick is to Kim, something like fresh rainwater and melon, an aphrodisiac like none he’s ever tasted.
“P’Kim,” he sighs against Kim’s skin, then pulls back enough to take the tip of Kim’s cock in his mouth.
Kim’s hips buck up reflexively—or they try to. The way Chay has tied Kim, even though his feet are flat to the bed, he can’t actually get any leverage out of his legs, and Chay smiles around Kim’s cock at the flash of Kim’s horny frustration as he swirls his tongue around the stretch of Kim in his mouth. When he pulls off, he looks up at Kim, a little sly.
“Don’t you want me around your cock?”
Kim drops his head back, the noise that comes out of his mouth more growl than groan. But it doesn’t quite sound like the rage growl—no, Chay decides. This is just him giving Kim blue balls, and Chay grins as he closes his lips around the thick tip of Kim’s cock and runs his tongue through his slit, mmmming audibly in pleasure at the taste of Kim’s precome.
The aphrodisiac goes straight to his head. He pulls off before it can settle there.
“Now you know how I feel when you get yourself slick-drunk when I’m in heat before knotting me like you’re supposed to,” he teases.
Chay feels a quip through the bond.
Brat.
That voice was more Kim than ghost. Good.
Except I’m right, Chay answers, then drags his tongue in a slow, luxurious line up the underside of Kim’s cock as his own body thrums in anticipation, clenching around the plug.
Chay lets out a moan as it digs in again. Maybe a notch or two louder than necessary, but he feels himself smile at Kim’s long, needy breath. So this time, when he sits up on his knees again, he shifts back first, dragging his hands down Kim’s sides, around his groin, and over his thighs before sitting up in a sinuous roll onto his knees and spreading them wide, bringing a hand to his ass and pushing up on the plug so it drives right into his prostate and lets yet more slick run down his legs, this time all the way to the bed.
There’s a song playing in his head now. One he’s developing a routine to, so he knows it well. He sets that mental stereo to playing as he grinds back on his hand, smiling and gasping, playing up the theatrics just a little until the sound of the plug moving inside Chay is wet and audible in the room and he looks up to find Kim gasping too, even without Chay touching him, his lips wet with saliva where his mouth has been watering.
At the chorus of the song, Chay turns it on. He drops back down to all fours, crawling back between Kim’s legs, pulling at the tops of Kim’s thighs just behind his knees. Then he does it again, this time for leverage, sitting up and canting his hips forward and grinding into Kim’s ass from beneath, leaving a mess of slick behind when he pulls back.
He doesn’t let Kim catch his breath. He straddles Kim, grinding against his cock as he pushes his hands up Kim’s front, then around his neck, squeezing for just a second before spreading his legs and dropping down into his lap. And he’s still grinding into Kim as he dips down and licks a stripe up the swell of Kim’s throat, over his Adam’s apple, and bites him just below his jawline, with his human teeth this time, sucking the kind of mark into his skin that Kim so likes to leave on him.
Then he sits up. Still sitting astride Kim’s hips, Chay tugs his shirt off in one fluid motion, savoring the look in Kim’s eyes when they go dark at the sight of all the marks he left on Chay last night.
Again, Chay rolls his hips, cutting Kim’s daydreaming off as he lets more of his weight rest in Kim’s lap and takes him in hand, pressing Kim’s cock to his groin against his own and drawing a needy moan out of Kim that makes him grin.
Fuck, this is amazing. He needs to do this more often, ideally with time enough to properly take Kim apart.
“Do you want my cunt, P’Kim?”
“Chay—”
Kim’s desire tears through the bond and into Chay, more him than ghost, a liquid heat that has Chay’s head falling back as he grinds down on Kim in a way that sends even more sparks through his insides.
So maybe this isn’t just for Kim. Chay can’t really deny that at this point. He’s just as needy now as Kim, and his heat is close enough to closing in on them that it’s actively difficult to think.
He pauses to catch his breath. The plug had been a good idea, not just to keep his slick from running down his legs during the mission but also to buy him time now. But it’s not enough. His body is starting to protest the paltry substitution. The void of emptiness in his core is far too deep for anything less.
It’s time, then. Chay gets to his feet, still straddling Kim as he tugs off his soaking dance shorts and throws them across the room, laughing at the sound they make when they hit the floor.
When Chay mounts Kim again, it’s with his back to him, letting Kim’s cock slide between his cheeks just below his hole, dropping his head back to Kim’s shoulder as his cock once again presses against the plug from beneath. Taking Kim in hand and grinding down on him like that, rolling his hips until Kim is all but whimpering with need, his body shaking beneath Chay with the need to touch him but almost completely unable to move.
Chay lowers himself to his forearms again and presents like a cat, then looks back at Kim over his shoulder through hooded eyes.
“If you want my cunt then you take it out.”
The plug he’s wearing has a T-shaped silicone handle that’s nearly flat to his skin, designed to be as inconspicuous as possible under his clothing, flexible so that there would be less of a risk of injuring him during the mission should anything have happened. But all of a sudden he wishes he had one of his fun ones in, like the pink glass spiral with the pawprint handle, which is shaped like a giant corkscrew Kim can twist in and out of him as Chay gives him orders about exactly how he wants it—
Chay’s thoughts stutter to a halt when Kim calls him on his dare, leaning forward enough to take the handle of the plug between his teeth and pull it out, then toss it to one end of the bed with a flick of his head.
Slut, Kim says through the bond, now more himself than rage ghost.
Chay fires back with a smirk and a feeling of relief so deep he feels it in his bones.
You love it.
“I do,” Kim says aloud through gritted teeth, voice ragged. He’s snapping his head to the side every so often as though physically trying to throw something off himself, but he holds Chay’s eyes, his own more white than red now. “Now sit that fine ass down and finish bringing me back.”
“Mmm. There’s my wolfboy.” Chay lowers his ass to Kim’s lap and sits up in another graceful arc, bringing his arm behind Kim’s head and turning Kim’s face toward his neck as he clenches his empty hole, sending a huge rush of slick all over Kim’s groin, his inner thighs, probably all over the blankets. But whatever. Kim is right back to desperate, taking greedy lungfuls of Chay’s scent, bergamot and spices and sunlight, laced through with the orange blossom and coconut of his slick, and Chay feels both through Kim’s body and his own through the bond as Kim fights the restraints again, desperate now to get his hands on Chay.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Chay says, his voice half whisper. “I expect to be full of your pups by morning.”
And then Chay wheels off, laughing as Kim’s teeth snap audibly around air.
He’s not gone long, though. He climbs back on facing Kim, wetting his hand on his slick and taking Kim’s cock in hand, giving a few strokes and ignoring Kim’s impatient hiss.
Kim’s cock is saturated with slick now. With every stroke, the sweet scent of it renews in the air between them until it seems like Kim is drunk off the smell, not just the taste. And Chay is right there with him. When Chay lines himself up, locking eyes with Kim, and sinks down on Kim’s cock, the omega inside him sings with every slow inch as his mate fills him like his missing piece.
Kim is powerless against the long moan that escapes him. Chay sighs with the stretch, Kim’s cock huge and insistent inside him as Chay bottoms out, grinding down on Kim for good measure.
It’s so good. This will never stop being the best Chay has ever felt in his body. He feels himself flush with the first waves of his heat, the slick slide of skin against skin as Chay starts to sweat, his heart and body full of nothing but Kim as their labored breaths meld in the space between them. Chay takes hold of Kim’s waist, letting his head fall back as he alternates between rolling his hips and sitting up a bit only to sink down again, savoring the sweet drag of Kim inside him, feeling the joy and satisfaction of finally getting what he needs the most double in intensity as Kim’s pleasure joins his like their breaths, their heartbeats, their skin, their entire selves.
A few long beats later, Chay drops his hand beneath his hole, right under where Kim’s body ends and his begins. Then he wets his hand on his slick and raises it to Kim’s lips.
Kim is watching him. Really watching him, his desire going hazy and intoxicated as he closes his eyes and takes Chay’s fingers into his mouth.
Kim makes a show of this. He strokes his tongue slowly against Chay’s fingers, an exact mimicry of the way he likes to blow Chay boneless. Chay feels a shiver down his spine as Kim sucks his fingers clean, laving at them with his long tongue, making a long, low sound of appreciation when Chay wets his hand again, more this time, and once again feeds Kim his fingers, smiling as the sides of Kim’s fangs scrape gently against his fingertips.
When they’re clean, Chay dips his head and kisses Kim. He holds Kim’s face as he does, replacing his fingers with his tongue, licking into Kim’s mouth as he takes his pleasure.
Chay’s thoughts are a total haze now. There’s nothing definite about them, just waves and waves of pleasure as he uses Kim’s body, feeling Kim trust the ties and Chay’s hold on him as he relaxes beneath Chay and finally, finally lets himself go.
Chay sits forward and loops his arms around Kim’s neck, never breaking the kiss. Kim’s pheromones are pouring out of him now, his dark forest scent sweet now with night flora and tree rain. And his desire is softening from desperation to a deep, abiding affection, one laced through with need, and the warm sunlight glow of Kim’s true feelings for him brings a smile to Chay’s face as he pulls back and nuzzles into Kim’s temple.
Time blurs, stretching long and sweet, Chay’s head falling back as he tastes Kim’s scent on his tongue. He feels his own weight over Kim’s body, the feel of himself around Kim’s cock, the way his smell feels to Kim as Kim noses along his jawline.
Chay lets his head drop, touching their foreheads together.
“You’re so beautiful like this. All at my mercy.”
“I’m always at your mercy,” Kim answers.
Kim answers. Not the ghosts. Chay feels the sting of tears starting to well up, thankful his face is too close for Kim to really see.
“Not like this,” Chay answers, hiding his wavering voice behind a tease. “Right now I could carve my name into your chest and you couldn’t stop me.”
And just like that, Kim’s body locks up beneath him and he comes on what’s nearly a shout, his knot swelling and locking Chay in place as he spills and spills into Chay, hot waves of seed that just keep coming as he paints Chay’s insides white.
For what feels like several minutes, Kim shakes beneath him, mouth open and head thrown back as his pleasure overtakes him, making Chay tremble too as the feel of it floods through the bond, making Chay’s cock twitch where it lies ignored between them, sending a reciprocal arousal through his hole that Kim feels too. Chay can tell because he clenches beneath Chay for a beat or two as his aftershocks keep coming with his release, just barely starting to ebb.
Chay isn’t fully sure how it happens, then. Maybe it’s instinct, maybe it’s the desire to feel more of Kim than the restraints currently allow. But one minute, Chay’s hand is behind Kim’s head, gently holding Kim’s face to his chest as Kim peppers it with butterfly kisses, the next he’s bowing back until he can reach the ropes around Kim’s ankles, tugging at the ends he so methodically wove through themselves earlier. He curses his earlier thoroughness audibly before eventually giving up, huffing down the bond at Kim’s little flare of amusement that quickly ebbs as Chay shreds carefully through the lower ties with his claws, tugging on them until they’re loose enough that he can pull them free.
Kim wastes no time. He sits up, repositioning Chay on his lap. In an impressive show of core strength, he lifts his bound arms from behind the bolsters with Chay on top of him, bracing in front of the bolsters rather than behind.
Kim’s strength will never not be hot, Chay thinks as he shreds through Kim’s arm bindings, all up through the diamond weave. He sees the look of concentration on his own face through the bond as he does. And as soon as Kim can move his arms again, he catches Chay close, hands greedy for the skin he has been denied and mouth hungry and insistent across his shoulders, his collarbone, his neck as Kim kisses and licks and nips him all over, still trembling against Chay with the last remnants of his release.
And then, the next second, Kim hitches his hips up from beneath and drives his knot into Chay’s prostate and bites down on his neck, sending two streams of white-hot pleasure through Chay on a collision course. There’s a shaky moan from somewhere, then Chay comes on Kim’s stomach in ropes of spend, practically seizing over Kim’s knot as Kim holds him in place by his waist and licks the fresh bite clean of blood.
There are tears dripping slowly off Kim’s face, mixing with the blood and his saliva on Chay’s skin. The bond is fully open again now, and Chay’s heart breaks at the amount of sorrow and remorse that’s welling up in Kim for having fallen into a rage and put Chay in danger.
Chay takes Kim’s face in his. He’s not sure when he himself started crying, but Kim’s expression goes even more stricken.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Chay—”
“Welcome back, P’Kim.”
Chay kisses Kim’s next words right out of his mouth.
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Chay wakes up the next morning in an octopus hold against Kim’s chest.
He blinks his eyes open. Because the wolf house is mostly underground, there are sconces on the wall that mimic the light based on the time of day for the sake of its occupants’ circadian rhythms. From what it looks like, it’s barely dawn, and he can tell he hasn’t slept much, though his heat brain is trying very hard to tell his body that it’s not actually tired.
He looks around at the room. It’s still a mess from last night, the shredded remains of the ropes Chay had bound Kim with strewn across the bed and the floor. His leather case is still open, pillows and clothes everywhere from the marathon sex they’d had once Kim’s bite had triggered his heat, and the fact Kim is running as hot as Chay is right now means Chay’s skin is already damp with sweat.
He tries to sit up. Kim makes a soft sound of protest, then adjusts his hold on Chay, banding his arms further up and across his front and turning over enough that he’s half on top of Chay, nearly deadweight as he moves so that their bodies are almost entirely flush from the shoulders down.
When Chay tries to free his legs, Kim twines his with Chay’s, pinning him down even more.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Kim’s voice is gravelly with sleep and the aftereffects of rage. His hold on Chay is lazy right now, but they both know full well that if he really had a mind to pin Chay, he could.
“We’re so gross right now, P’Kim. I was just going to get a towel—”
Kim sits up, his thighs bracketing Chay’s legs as he bends forward and turns Chay fully onto his front, then runs his tongue up the full length of Chay’s spine.
Chay shivers. Kim pauses, and Chay can feel the smug grin Kim has on his face pulling at the corners of his own lips.
The thing is, he could get up if he really wanted to. He’s in heat, yes, and the thick, cloying fog that comes with that is never far away, but he’s also more human than animal right now. And he doesn’t actually want to get up. Kim knows this full well, and he huffs a laugh and sits carefully across the backs of Chay’s thighs just above his knees and gropes at his back, then his sides as he licks Chay clean of sweat and digs his thumbs into Chay’s muscles until he’s well and truly boneless.
Chay floats there like that for a while, lost in a liminal haze, until Kim’s hands drop to Chay’s ass and squeeze.
“Stay still, sweetheart,” Kim orders gently.
They’ve been doing this since Kim’s rage broke, trading orders back and forth, figuring out how they work and when they don’t. As it turns out, it’s not just a matter of the speaker’s intent—the recipient has to be primed in a sense to receive the order, and there doesn’t seem to be any way around that mutuality.
And though primed is their default state, it’s easy to turn off.
“That’s probably for the best,” Chay had panted through labored breaths as Kim pinned his wrists on either side of his head, letting one go only long enough to draw one of Chay’s long legs against his side as he split Chay open in a single push. It was slow, luxurious, like they had all the time in the world, which—tucked into a dark corner of their nest, nothing to do but each other and no desire for anything else—it was hard to believe they didn’t.
“Less potential for manipulation,” Kim had agreed, equally ragged as he rocked into Chay’s heat, drawing gasps from them both. “That’s too bad. If you keep blocking me off I can’t order you to scream for me.”
Kim had slid his hands under Chay’s ass, then, hitching Chay’s hips up as he found a particularly delicious angle, and it wasn’t long at all before Chay’s eyes were fluttering and rolling back as he’d let himself give in.
Now, Chay does the same, feeling himself rendered completely inert under the order and the intensity of Kim’s attention. He’s shifted further down now. Chay ahs as Kim sinks his teeth into the soft swell of his ass, and his vision goes white as that powerful wave of pleasure overwhelms him, unable to do more than arc back into the tongue now licking at his hole.
And it stays like that. It stays like that long enough that there’s a knock at the door, though by the time either himself or Kim have the willpower to do anything about it, there’s no one actually at the door anymore, just a tray of nourishments that have appeared along with a note from Macau.
Kim picks up one of the dark berries on the tray as Chay brings it over, holding it in his teeth as Chay scoots on his knees between Kim’s open legs. Kim pulls Chay’s oversized shirt he’d been wearing to answer the door right back off and takes the berry in his fingers again.
He makes an appreciative hum as he stares at Chay’s bare chest. “Angel, why would you wear clothes when you look like this?”
Chay holds still as Kim crushes the berry between his fingers, collecting the dark stain of it there as he draws a line from the center of Chay’s lower lip, and down his chin and neck, all the way to his collarbone. And he stays still, smiling in amusement as Kim does the same with another one, then a third, this time drawing on his chest.
At the fourth, Chay stills Kim with a finger on the berry before Kim can crush it, holding Kim’s eyes as he leans slowly forward and takes it in his mouth.
That does it. Kim sits up, reversing their positions, and slides a knee between Chay’s thighs, straddling one of his legs as he feeds Chay again. His eyes darken as Chay trails his tongue up one of the fingers Kim holds to his lips.
For a while, they take turns like that, Kim’s possessive pride when Chay lets him feed him pulsing through the bond with his heartbeat, ebbing only to be replaced by a wave of affection when Chay does likewise. The last time, though, Kim feeds Chay with his mouth, and Chay feels his heat fog descend over him again as the sweetness of the fruit washes over his tongue.
Kim’s kiss is hungry, his lips and tongue demanding and unrelenting, and Chay is on the very edge of losing himself to it when he feels Kim lick at the dried juice on his chin, his neck, then all over his chest. There, he lingers. He sucks on Chay’s brown nipples until they’re hard, sensitive almost to the point of pain, exhaling softly over each when he pulls back only to keep kissing and licking his way down Chay’s body, his hands as hungry as his mouth had been.
By the time Kim passes his navel, Chay pre-empts the arm that’s about to band around his lower back and lifts his hips. But rather than make for his hole, Kim wraps both arms underneath Chay and takes his cock into his mouth.
He doesn’t tease. He swallows Chay down in a few smooth passes, stroking his tongue along the underside as he does. And Chay bucks up in Kim’s hold as he feels Kim’s throat working around him only to rock forward into the feel of one of Kim’s hands now running up and down the inside of Chay’s slick thigh. Once Kim’s fingers breach him, he whines with both relief and need, toes curling into the mattress as Kim bobs his head around Chay’s cock in the same rhythm as the fingers rolling across his prostate.
At first, Chay thinks it’s four. His entrance is so loose and pliant right now that four is easy, easy to the point of not quite being enough. But right now anything is better than nothing, and the needy animal inside him will wait if it has to if it’s what his alpha wants—
Chay gasps and cries out at the ceiling as he feels the second knuckle of Kim’s thumb slip past his rim. He curls a leg around Kim’s back, only to lower it when he can’t get the right leverage, writhing in pleasure by the time Kim’s whole hand slips inside him.
He keens. His hips buck up into Kim’s mouth again as the overwhelming pleasure overtakes him from both sides.
“Kim—Kim, ah—!”
His voice is choked, hands and feet both digging into the bedsheets, and Chay feels Kim’s smile around his cock before he pulls off.
“That’s it, baby. Relax for me.”
He dives back down before Chay can answer.
It's—Fuck, it’s like being knotted and fucked at the same time. Kim’s hands are strong, his long fingers spearing into Chay to below his wrist, and Chay’s body wants to bear down on him, that feeling redoubling as Kim pulls his hand out again to the base of his palm, then thrusts up again.
“Kim—!”
Chay’s voice is strained. His teeth are down. And it’s him now who’s ripping holes in the bedsheets as Kim closes his mouth over the tip of Chay’s cock and sucks, then swallows Chay down again, this time all at once.
He doesn’t stop. He works Chay like this until Chay is in tears, the hand not inside him now both pinning Chay’s thigh open and keeping Kim upright. And the hand inside—god, he feels every millimeter, feels Kim’s satisfied hum around him when his hips hitch suddenly when Kim changes his angle, digging the heel of his palm into Chay’s prostate, sending Chay further and further up the walls until he shouts and comes down Kim’s throat.
One of Chay’s hands is in Kim’s hair, the other tangled in the sheets above him like they could anchor him to the earth as Kim sucks Chay dry, then pulls off while Chay trembles around the hand still inside him.
Chay’s eyes flutter open to see Kim looking at him with a determined arousal that sends butterflies through his chest. Kim’s eyes are midnight-dark. As Chay’s orgasm ebbs, then, Kim turns his hand palm-up and pulls slowly out, raising that hand to his lips.
Kim’s hand is dripping with slick. It’s running down his arm, a bit milky rather than its usual clear with how much of his come they’ve both managed to keep inside Chay since his heat began in earnest. And he catches it all, not letting any go to waste, and Chay tastes what it is to Kim on his own tongue until Kim runs his tongue up between his fingers one more time, then meets Chay’s eyes.
You’re running low, Kim says through the bond.
I know, Chay answers. I could taste it. You better fill me up again if you really want me bred.
And with that, he spreads his legs, dropping a hand to his hole and wetting his fingertips, then bringing his fingers to his lips.
Chay sees a flash of what Kim sees through the bond. Chay’s curls are a mess, his chest and cheeks spotted pink with both his heat and his arousal, and he’s glowing in the early morning light. He does look good like this, Chay concedes—and if possible, Kim’s eyes darken even more.
“Come get it, wolfboy.”
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You guys are the WOOOOOOORST
Glad you’re alive though ig
xoxo Macau
p.s. don’t make me regret that last part