“Perfect,” Gage whispered. Then he began a relentless massage, back and forth, stroking that sensitive spot, every touch crackling with bliss. Ulric tried to breathe, his eyes rolling back in his head.
But he didn’t want Gage to think he was weak. He knocked Gage’s fingers out of himself. Then he rolled over to get his feet beneath him.
Gage crashed into him from behind, he slammed Ulric face-down against the floor, shoving his cock between Ulric’s cheeks. Precome smeared between them; Gage rolled his hips, his tip raking up Ulric’s crack, staking its claim.
Ulric’s breath punched out of him; his hole squeezed in anticipation.
“Gonna take this, Muffin,” Gage growled. He set his hand between Ulric’s shoulder blades, pinning Ulric down with his weight. Then he grabbed Ulric’s asscheek and spread it wide, cool air brushing Ulric’s hole. “Fuck, you look perfect.”
Heat crept up Ulric’s neck. Gage was looking at his hole.
Gage spat. Wet fingers touched Ulric’s entrance, rubbing firm and reverently. Then Gage sank a finger in, swearing.
It felt so good whenever Gage touched him inside. Ulric bit down his moan. “Need lube. Drawer.”
He waited until Gage had found the lube, Gage smearing some over his cock. Ulric heaved Gage off, making to escape. Because like hell he’d wait for Gage to push into him.
Ulric got to his feet; this put his ass right in front of Gage’s face. Gage grabbed him around the thighs and crammed his fingers between Ulric’s cheeks, and he found Ulric’s hole in a hot second, plunging inside like he had every right to be there. Ulric’s breath left his throat. “Fuck, Gage.”
“You keep fighting me,” Gage growled, doing wonderful, magical things with his fingers. Ulric shuddered. “But all you really want is for me to pin you down and fuck you ‘til you cream.”
That sounded amazing. Ulric’s hole squeezed; Gage swore.
“I felt you clench, Muffin,” Gage rasped. “Gonna be tight like that around my cock?”
Ulric bit down his groan. “Keep thinking that.”
“I will.” And Gage spread his fingers inside Ulric, forcing Ulric’s hole to open wide. Then he grabbed Ulric’s knot and squeezed. Pleasure shot up Ulric’s spine; Ulric pulsed, needing more.
Gage shoved hard against the back of Ulric’s knee, bringing Ulric crashing down. Ulric threw his arms out to catch himself; he landed on all fours. And Gage slammed him back against the floor, shoving his cock between Ulric’s cheeks. “Say ‘no,’” Gage growled. “And I’ll stop.”
“Fuck off,” Ulric snarled, his body singing, his hole squeezing tight. He made to escape again.
Gage laughed. He anchored Ulric down and slid his blunt tip between Ulric’s cheeks, cramming it against his hole. Ulric’s breath punched out of him.
Gage didn’t ask again—he snapped his hips and pushed, forcing Ulric to open for him. Ulric took all of Gage’s length as it plunged inside, stretching him with its blissful thickness. He tried to breathe. Gage was big. Delicious. With every inch he thrust in, he stretched Ulric further, until Ulric was sure he could take no more cock.
Then Gage began to move, in and out, each stroke turning more savage. Pleasure throbbed through Ulric’s body. He spread his legs wider, accepting every inch as Gage fucked into him, claiming him inside. It had been so long since he’d had anyone there. And Ulric loved that Gage was his first in a while.
“Fuck,” Gage panted. He snapped his hips again, plowing his whole length inside.
Ulric thought maybe a noise slipped from his own throat. “That’s hardly anything,” he growled.
Gage’s laugh was deep, hungry. “Yeah? What about this?”
And he began a hard rhythm, one that sent his cock slamming right into Ulric’s prostate, over and over until Ulric trembled against him, gasping for breath, his entire body throbbing with pleasure.
He didn’t think he could come again. He’d emptied out his balls. But Gage’s strokes grew deeper, more feral. Then he grasped Ulric’s knot and squeezed hard, ramming his cock into Ulric’s body like a beast. Ulric’s pleasure spiraled, his need pounding between his legs.
“Come for me, babe,” Gage murmured in his ear. Then he bit into Ulric’s shoulder, and Ulric came, his body squeezing tight, his spine arching, waves of pleasure rocking through him like an earthquake.
Vaguely, he heard Gage’s breathing hitch. Gage’s thrusts turned feverish, his body hot as he crammed every inch of himself inside. With a snarl, Gage thrust in a last time, his warmth filling Ulric, his pleasure tangible between them.
Ulric basked in the afterglow for as long as he could. He didn’t think something this perfect would happen again, Gage holding him as they caught their breaths together, Gage warm and ever so comfortable against Ulric’s back.
So he pretended that this would go on forever, that Gage would continue to hold him like this, pressing soft kisses along his shoulder. It was such a glorious daydream.
“Want my knot?” Gage murmured.
Ulric’s heart missed a beat. “Yeah,” he said, just to prolong this moment. If Gage had somehow seen Ulric as an omega, or if he’d somehow seen Ulric as less for bottoming, then Ulric may as well be hung for a sheep.
Gage growled, tightening his arms around Ulric, fitting his length deeper inside. His knot swelled, thick and heavy, stretching Ulric as it locked them together.
Ulric loved being knotted. He loved that momentary closeness, he loved the feeling of belonging to someone. And it was better when he couldn’t see Gage’s expression, so he could continue pretending that everything was perfect.
“Hey,” Gage murmured, stroking Ulric’s arm. “C’mon, get on the couch. It’ll be more comfy that way. I don’t wanna kneel this whole time.”
Ulric wasn’t keen on spending the next half-hour on the floor, either. Slowly, he shuffled to his feet, Gage holding them snug together, their thighs bumping as they eased sideways onto the couch. With every movement, Gage’s knot tugged inside him, a warm, intimate pressure. Ulric
