“Good boy. I want a dripping boy, don’t I? Wet and swollen for me. So needy you can hardly move because you just need Daddy’s knot so badly.” Both hands settle over his cheeks, cupping the flesh, and pull him wide open.

“Daddy,” Daniel whimpers. He’s so hot there, between his cheeks. Hot and throbbing and aching inside. He’s swollen because of what they’ve done—how many times he’s already been bred. But it isn’t just that. His body wants it again.

“Are you going to use me again?” he asks. That isn’t a bad thing to say. It isn’t him begging to be used. It’s just a question.

Liam mouths at Daniel’s neck and sucks hickeys into his skin as Liam touches around his rim, where the plug is settled. It’s such an odd feeling. He loves Liam’s touch. He loves the attention. It makes him feel safe and good, content.

And Liam loves touching him where he’s hot and needing, the ache and sting of hard use still part of his skin.

He can feel how much his Dominant likes touching him. As possession, but also, as a Dominant, Liam’s enough of a sadist that it arouses him to cause hurt with a gentle loving touch.

And Daniel isn’t just submissive, but prey. He thrives on a certain amount of masochism, so long as it’s given to him the right way. He hadn’t known what that meant. Now he understands.

His body is littered with teeth marks to prove it. He’d stared at himself in the mirror after the bath and wanted to take a picture. He hopes he remembers it forever.

Belonging. Each little mark is a prick of possession, little tracks all over his body that overlap and denote him as loved property.

It’s affection. It feels like adoration. It fills him with pride and pleasure, makes him want to give more. He trails his fingers endlessly over the marks, making them throb and string, worried they’ll fade too soon.

“Will you give me more?”

“Always. Suits you. And you whimper so sweetly under my teeth and when you’re on my cock.” His voice is rough with dominance and Daniel closes his eyes, trying to be patient and wait for what Liam will give him. He doesn’t want to beg.

“You like your plug, baby?” Liam’s voice is a low rumble Daniel feels inside him.

“Yes, Daddy. But—” He knows what he wants to say, but he can’t. Saying something so outrageous out loud is impossible. I wish it was your cock. The words are there. One step away from the begging he can’t let himself indulge in.

He can’t.

Liam chuckles. “Do you want to ask me?”

“No,” Daniel gasps. He can’t. The scent of his own arousal surrounds them.