Luren was melting under Craige's touch, his entire body trembling with anticipation. He
could feel the raw need radiating from him, yet Craige remained careful, his thick fingers working him open with deliberate slowness. Each movement inside him sent sparks of heat through his core, making his breath hitch.
"Ahh…Craige…" Luren moaned, voice laced with pleasure and aching desire. His insides
clenched around those fingers as they curled, twisted, stretching him wide, coaxing him to relax around the intrusion. The slick sounds, the burn, the fullness, it all mingled into a delirious haze.
Craige's other hand gripped his cock firmly, stroking him in time with the rhythm of his
fingers. The dual stimulation overwhelmed him, waves of pleasure crashing over his nerves, leaving him panting, desperate. His back arched off the bed as a low cry tore from his throat, his fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him.
"Fuck…Craige… please," Luren gasped, hips rocking helplessly. "Put it in—I need you—need to feel you inside me… now." His voice cracked, choked by lust. His hole fluttered around Craige's fingers as if begging to be filled, slick and ready.
Craige leaned in, breath hot against Luren's neck. "You're so tight for me, baby," he
whispered darkly, lining himself up.
Luren whimpered, legs spreading wider in invitation, heart pounding. "Do it… please…
I want all of you."
Craige hovered over him, eyes dark with desire, but still watching Luren's expression
with careful intensity. His fingers slowly slid out, leaving Luren aching and empty, his body instinctively trying to follow the retreat.
"You're so fucking perfect like this," Craige murmured, voice husky, running his hand down Luren's thigh before gripping his hip. "Do you really want this? Say it again."
Luren locked eyes with him, lips parted, sweat beading on his skin. "Yes… I want you.
I need to feel you inside me—deep. Please, Craige… I'm yours."
That last word broke something inside Craige.
He guided the thick head of his cock to Luren's entrance, dragging it slowly against the rim, teasing him, smearing pre-cum over the already slick skin. Luren gasped at
the contact, his legs trembling, spread wide and open with need.
Craige leaned in, pressing a kiss to Luren's lips, slow and claiming, before whispering, "Breathe for me…baby.. hold on."
Then, with one slow, relentless push, he began to slide in.
Luren cried out, fingers gripping Craige's shoulders, nails digging into skin. The stretch burned, intense and full, but oh gods, it was good. Craige was thick, filling him inch by inch, his body shaking as he fought to go slow.
"Fuck, you feel like heaven," Craige groaned, forehead pressed to Luren's, breath ragged.
"So tight…so warm. Taking me so well."
Luren whimpered, legs wrapping around Craige's waist. "More… give me all of it," he
begged, panting. "I want to feel everything. Don't hold back."
Craige gritted his teeth, pushing the last few inches in until he was buried to the hilt. Both of them moaned at the feeling, complete, joined, lost in the moment.
"Fuck…Luren…" Craige rasped. "You're mine now. Every inch of you."
Craige held himself there for a moment, buried deep inside Luren, feeling his walls pulse around him. The heat, the tightness, it was maddening.
Then he pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, before slamming back in with a deep thrust that made Luren cry out.
"Ahh—Craige!" Luren gasped, head thrown back, mouth parted as pleasure surged through him.
Craige grunted, setting a hard, steady rhythm, hips snapping forward, skin slapping
against skin. Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting the spot inside Luren that made him see stars. The bed creaked beneath them, the sheets a mess around their tangled bodies.
"You're so fucking tight," Craige growled, gripping Luren's hips tighter, pulling him down onto each thrust. "Like your body was made for me."
Luren's legs tightened around Craige's waist, locking him in. "Don't stop," he moaned.
"Fuck—just like that… yes, harder—"
Craige obeyed, slamming into him with raw force now, his thrusts deep, relentless.
Luren's moans turned into ragged cries, his body trembling, sweat slick between them. His cock was leaking against his stomach, untouched but throbbing, every movement bringing him closer.
Craige leaned in again, biting gently at Luren's neck, whispering against his skin,
"You feel so good around me… I can't get enough of you."
Luren turned his head, capturing Craige's lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, tongues
clashing, gasps shared between them. "I'm so close," Luren whimpered into his mouth. "I'm gonna—Craige—"
"Come for me," Craige urged, thrusting deeper, harder, grinding into him with every
stroke. "Come while I'm inside you."
Luren's body arched, a broken moan escaping as he came hard between them, his release spilling hot across his chest. The way he clenched down around Craige pushed him over the edge.
With a guttural growl, Craige drove in deep one last time and came hard, filling Luren
completely. His entire body shook as he released inside him, panting heavily against Luren's shoulder.
"That was…amazing…" Luren breathed out, his lips curling into a dazed smile as he pressed a soft kiss to Craige's temple.
Craige let out a low, satisfied growl, his chest still heaving. "Yeah, baby… you're fucking amazing, but we're just getting started." His voice was husky, eyes dark and gleaming with insatiable desire.
Luren met his gaze, a breathless laugh escaping him. "I know!, you hungry sex beast…" he teased, voice dripping with sultry mischief. He arched beneath him, his body
still hot, flushed, and aching. "Go on, Your Grace… take what's yours."
The words were all Craige needed.
With a deep groan, Craige's hips moved again, his length swelling even more inside Luren, pressing deeper, stretching him in all the right ways. Luren gasped, fingers
gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure surged through him once more.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, slick with sweat, the scent of heat and rut thick in the air. Each thrust was rougher, more desperate, as if Craige was chasing something primal, something only Luren could give.
Luren moaned loud, his legs wrapped tightly around Craige's waist, pulling him in deeper. "Craige—ah—you're driving me insane…"
Craige leaned down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, their moans tangled as he
murmured against his mouth, "Then lose your mind for me, baby… I'm not stopping
'til you do."
Their second climax came quickly—too quickly. Craige's thrusts grew faster, deeper,
as if his body couldn't get enough of the tight, wet heat wrapped around him. Luren's legs trembled as he held on, his cries becoming softer, breathier, barely able to speak anymore.
"Craige—I'm gonna—" Luren choked, and then his back arched as he came again, his body clenching tight around Craige in rhythmic waves. His release painted their
chests, and Craige groaned loud against his throat, thrusting through it, refusing to stop.
He was relentless desperate. His rut wouldn't let up, and Luren's scent only made it worse, feeding the hunger in him like
throwing wood into a fire. Luren was slick, trembling, whimpering from overstimulation, but his eyes were wild with desire, drunk on him.
Craige pulled out only to flip him onto his stomach, strong hands sliding under his
hips, pulling him up. "Don't you dare pass out yet," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not done with you."
Luren moaned helplessly into the pillow, arching his back. "I… I can't even count anymore… ahh—how many times have we—l"
Craige thrust into him again, making his sentence end in a broken cry. "Who cares?" he gritted. "I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name."
And he did.
They lost track of time, of how many times they reached the edge and spilled over it
together. The bed creaked under them, the sheets a mess of tangled limbs and sweat. Luren's legs shook, his body slick and flushed, overstimulated, but Craige never stopped.
Sometimes he took Luren from behind, deep and slow. Other times he'd pull him into his
lap, letting Luren ride him, gripping his hips, watching his face twist in bliss. At one point, Craige lifted him off the bed entirely and pressed him against the cold stone wall, their bodies slapping together as Luren clung to
him, whimpering and gasping, moaning his name like a prayer.
They knocked over a chair. The rug was damp from sweat and slick. They made love on the floor, against the window frame, half-laughing, half-crying from the overwhelming heat that wouldn't end.
By the time the first light of dawn spilled through the window, their bodies had collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and heaving breaths on the floor near the hearth.
Craige's knot was buried deep inside Luren again, locking them together as they shook
through another orgasm. Luren's tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, not
from pain, but from being so full, so used, so utterly ruined and worshipped.
His voice was hoarse as he whispered,
"I can't feel my legs…"
Craige chuckled weakly, nuzzling into Luren's hair, his body finally slowing down.
"That's because you've been fucked through every surface in this room, baby…"
Luren let out a shaky laugh, kissing Craige's jaw, his voice soft. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Craige kissed his temple again, murmuring, "Sleep. I'll hold you through the comedown."
And as the morning sun warmed their exhausted bodies, they finally gave in to sleep, still tangled, still locked, still lost in each other.