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Jay's head is buried in Soleum's neck, panting and sweating, he's achingly hard and trying to soothe himself by pressing on the mattress, by pressing against Soleum's stomach, but it just isn't enough. He needs more, but Soleum already looks so ruined, Jay feels bad about asking to have it. He laps at Soleum's neck, the way it's molten in bruises and blood from the way he's been nipping at it too hard. He's been having a hard time containing his desire, his wants, his needs.
Soleum makes soft noises under him, flushed and moaning. His body looks so frail under Jay's. Jay needs to make him eat more. He needs to make Soleum get plumper. His body, as it is now, can't withstand the things that Jay wants. But that doesn't stop Soleum from trying to keep up.
His hands hang around Jay's neck. His muscles pull, weak and lethargic. He keens when Jay's teeth bite down again, gentler this time. Soleum is so perfect, so beautiful. Jay never wants Soleum to leave him. His cock grows heavier in want, dripping down on Soleum's stomach, his own cock red and throbbing, but much smaller than Jay's.
Jay uses one hand to pump his cock, while the other keeps Soleum in place. Soleum's hip might be sore. Jay tries not to think about how Soleum's in pain. He has too much going on in his mind, the need spiking in his chest all the way down to his stomach. His balls ache, his body not giving him reprieve until he knots Soleum to his hearts content.
He licks at Soleum's neck again. He wants to bite it again so bad, too, but he knows Soleum can't take more right now. Maybe if he switches to the other side? Jay lifts his head and switches positions, tilting Soleum's neck the other way. He sees pale skin that desperately needs to be claimed.
"H-Hold on," Soleum says, but Jay's already there. He's already biting. Sucking.
Soleum shivers under him, his legs squirming and toes digging into the sheets. Jay can't help but think Soleum's so cute, so hot. The way his toes burry into the mattress from pleasure is enough to make Jay's cock throb again.
He stuffs his face into Soleum's nape. He breathes in the rich, sweet scent. It's unlike anyone else Jay has ever encountered. It's a mixture of scents that are so decadent and filling that Jay feels like it's a better dessert than any man-made recipe for consumption
He doesn't mean to, but he's been aiming steadily for Soleum's hole. His cum is already leaking out, Soleum tearfully abused from their earlier rounds. Jay promised to slow down, to let Soleum recover, and these few minutes should have been enough. Jay apologizes in his mind as he begins to rut his hips.
Relief is the only thing on his mind. Soleum starts to moan as his cock is pressed against Jay's. Jay likes the way he makes noise. Jay wants more of it, he wants a recording, a way to always hear it. Soleum makes the prettiest sounds, especially when he's breathless and on the cusp of pain.
But Jay's trying to be nice. He presses a sloppy wet kiss to under Soleum's chin and lines up. Soleum makes a few noises like he's telling Jay to stop, but he never actually says to, so Jay continues. He slides in easily since this is where he's happiest. He knows Soleum likes it, too, because Soleum just trembles as his body clamps down on Jay's hard cock.
He can feel his knot already trying to inflate, so Jay speeds up. He doesn't want this to end yet. His stomach is bubbling with greed, nothing being enough, not until Soleum is fully his. He ruts into Soleum, sweat dripping from his forehead as Soleum's fingers scratch as Jay's chest, pulling at the hair desperately.
A tear falls from Soleum's eye, so Jay licks it up comfortingly. He presses Soleum against the bed, his weight much heavier so its one of the easiest things he's done. Soleum's heartbeat is so loud, and his mouth is open, spit and sweat and drool dribbling down his chin. His eyes are lidded like he's about to pass out, so Jay throws his weight into the next thrust, and watches as Soleum's eyes widen and a strange, half-broken sound escapes his throat.
It's a pretty noise, that broken moan. Jay does it again, and again. Soleum's insides are so hot and wet, slaps filling the room as Jay doesn't relent. He feels the ache in his balls building up even higher. He's about to be done with everything. He's almost sad about it. He wants more. Jay needs more.
He spills inside Soleum, and Soleum starts to sob. Jay doesn't know why. Is this too much? Jay looks down at Soleum's stomach, watching the way Soleum presses a hand to his belly in confusion. It's swollen, a small bump where Jay is protruding. Jay looks at it and wants it to grow, but if it already hurts, then Jay shouldn't ask for more, but at the same time, Soleum isn't telling him to stop, he's just waiting, so Jay should do as he needs until Soleum tells him otherwise.
Even with his knot beginning to take form, Jay thrusts again. Soleum doesn't scream, but his mouth does fall open as if he tried to. Jay wonders if Soleum is silently asking for a kiss, so Jay leans down, his knees going wider in the kneel, and pistons his hips as he presses his tongue into Soleum's mouth.
Both of Soleum's caverns are hot, soppy and wet. Jay thinks he likes both places. He wonders if he will be allowed to suck on Soleum's tongue. Jay scrapes across Soleum's teeth, and winds his tongue around Soleum's, but it doesn't feel like enough, even as Jay is pumping into Soleum below.
He really likes the way Soleum screams when Jay spills again and lets his knot settle. Soleum gasps as Jay takes his hips and sets him on the bed in the best position. Jay's knot is hot and growing still. Soleum's hole looks so strange all stretched out. Jay just smiles and presses against Soleum's nape, content with his work.
Soleum's hand falls onto Jay's back, an attempt at hugging him. He rubs his hand in circles, his fingers and touch is feather-light. Jay licks Soleum's neck, watching the bruising form before his eyes. He likes it, loves it. He's sorry he loves it, but he can't help himself.