He threw his head back, his pale neck on full display, the cords tensing as he squirmed in my lap with an uncoordinated abandon, muttering a litany of pleas. He was stunning, lost in pleasure, and I couldn’t decide whether to watch each delicious contortion on his face or stare at the glow of the fire reflecting off the sweat beading at his collarbones. He glistened as if speckled with gold, but the space between his brows creased in both shock and concentration, and I couldn’t choose. Instead, my gaze followed the pretty blush blossoming across his cheeks, traveling over the fabric brushing his nipples with each rise and fall of his chest before landing on where we joined.

It was obscene, how perfectly he clung to me, how his hole stretched around the thick base but strangled the very tip as I rutted in and out. His body was made for me, his insides were molded to my shape and it felt right being tucked in that space I’d claimed as my own. I wanted to stay there forever. It was addictive, and even though I’d tunneled inside the hot clasp of his body as deep as was feasible, I wanted to be even deeper.

I couldn’t get enough.

“How can I be so deep inside you and still want more?” I wondered aloud, watching my cock disappear with every frenzied buck upward. “You’ve spoiled me, Luca. You’ve given yourself over so freely and I’ve become greedy. I crave you more and more every time I have you, desperate to devour every little piece, again and again.”

“Take it, take it all,” he babbled. “It’s yours. All yours.”

The sounds we were making were intoxicating—sweet, musical keens and lewd wet slaps that threatened to send me hurtling over my peak. It was only through sheer force of will that I held off.

“I want to fill you, to see you fat with how much cum I can fuck into you.” I grunted as he clamped down like a vise, the muscles under my fingertips growing taut. “I need you—ngh—bred and sated, to know my seed is planted in your belly. Let me—fuck—let me claim you again.” Let me wash away their scent and make you mine.

Luca’s fingers circled my wrist, shifting my hand from his shaft to his lower belly and pressing down. I felt the head of my cock nudging against my palm. “Do it,” he sobbed, breathing labored and eyes watering. “Give it to me.”