"It's growing,” Luke said.
"Yes,” Cory said. “But it's yours now."
"Only because you're giving it to me,” Luke said.
"You don't need the reason why,” Cory said and kissed his inner thigh again. This time his teeth did push into Luke's flesh, slowly letting the pain compound and build. Luke hissed, equally slowly. He felt his blood well up, felt Cory's tongue lapping up the drop, and felt Cory go back and tear the wound open.
He bled freely. Cory was there, drinking up what spilled. It pulled him closer to the energy, closer to Cory, and what was inside of Cory. But he was close enough to see that Cory was completely in control.
"Cory, please,” Luke said.
Cory bit higher. A sting followed by release. The heat off Cory's cheek was now from Luke's own body. “I want you to wait for it,” Cory whispered.
"Compromise here with me, will you?” Luke asked, voice strained.
Cory laughed softly and ran his cheek along Luke's cock. “I'll fuck you,” Cory said, his eyes bright. “Would you like that?"
Luke could only nod. The room was hot now, hotter than should ever have been comfortable, even for them, but the heat to Cory's body still felt warmer than the air. Luke moved to the couch, because that was where Cory guided him, and it was the most natural thing in the world to let his legs fall open. Lube materialized from under the couch; Luke had forgotten that that's where Cory stashed it after one too many fumbling episodes. Cory slipped one finger inside Luke, then two, and fucked him with just the two fingers for so long Luke thought he was going to die right there and never come again.
"Tell me you're ready,” Cory said.
"Fuck, am I ready,” Luke managed.
"And that you want this."
"Are you insane? Why wouldn't I want this?"
Cory looked at him, lifting an eyebrow to do so, and Luke put his head down. “I want this,” he said.
"Good,” Cory said and sat up again. The couch was at a perfect angle. Cory pulled Luke half off the seat and up onto his shoulders. It restricted the blood flow to Luke's head, but at that particular moment Luke didn't feel the need to think.
Cory slid inside him. It burned, but tuned him into the ebb of the earth as well. Just before dawn, as it was, the power of the lines feeding the earth were at their strongest, and if Luke opened himself up for more than just Cory's cock, he could feel everything, from the beating wings of some nocturnal bird to the slumbering roots of the trees out back, already waiting for spring. It had never been like this. There had never been more. And now that the world was opened to him, he couldn't imagine not having Cory there. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
"If you insist,” Cory said.
Cory fucked him hard, pulling his body up to meet his thrusts, and when that wasn't enough he manhandled Luke's body down to the comforter. On his hands and knees, digging his fingers into the blanket, was better, and Luke put his head down to the floor, letting Cory's thrusts work him. When his fingernails weren't digging into Luke's hips, giving him a kiss of pain to remind him what they were celebrating, he dragged them down, over Luke's back. A slap on his ass, a kiss that drew blood on his shoulder, and then the perfect stroke catching his prostate was the last bit of stimulation Luke needed. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his body ride the orgasm until he was empty inside.
He didn't lock down the house during the day, something he'd never done before. Cory had fallen asleep along with him, and when he woke with the sun already heavy in the western sky, Luke just rolled over and dragged a bit more of the comforter over them both rather than getting up to lock all the doors.
"Safe neighborhoods make for safe homes,” he told Cory.
Cory didn't wake, but pushed his fingers into Luke's mouth instead. He couldn't have said, “I love you, now shut up” more clearly if he tried.
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