he was supposed to gently rest and spill, to give his last. Instead, he took. His glans drove in and out the vulnerable pouch in an almost brutal way, but Micah roared with victorious joy. He reached back with one trembling hand and gripped Travis’s thigh painfully hard, and Travis smiled.
“My young virgin loves to be bred. You don’t want me to be gentle, my horny little monster. You like it rough, huh? I can be rough. I’ll bust you wide open, Micah.”
With hard fucks, Travis speared Micah’s womb over and over, and Micah’s orgasm turned seizure-like. He panted and whined, long keening sounds, his nails on Travis’s skin drawing blood.
“Why?” Travis repeated his earlier question and paused, his cockhead as deep as it had ever been.
Micah slumped, resting his forehead on the hand still holding the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. He was whimpering softly.
“Tell me. Why do you need me to breed you?”
A sob of need. “It’s love.”
Yes, it is. Your body knows you love me before your mind does.
“I love you, Micah. I do.”
“Fuck it, Travis, please! Fuck it hard. Don’t stop.”
Travis relented. He rolled his hips to give Micah maximum sensation, and Micah burst into complete euphoria, screaming his pleasure, his clenching insides making love to Travis’s whole length. When Travis finally gave in and came, he fell on top of Micah’s quaking body, gasping for breath. He scrambled for support and clutched the headboard next to Micah’s hand. His cock continued spasming and spitting small doses of cum into Micah’s womb long after the knot grew, and Micah moaned joyously with every lurch of the cockhead in his core. Slowly, the aftershocks became milder and farther between until they were completely still, joined as deeply as they could be.
“You need to rest, Micah.”
“Mhm.”
Travis knew he should circle his hips for the cockhead to pop out of the channel, but when he tried, the mouth clamped tighter around his glans. He was in too deep. He tried repositioning them, only to set off another breeding orgasm in Micah, guttural groans pouring out. Micah was so swollen inside, his body clutching Travis’s knot so tightly that it was impossible for Travis to pull out of the hypersensitive passage.
“Micah, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. You’re all swollen. I can’t—”
But Micah interrupted his worried whispers.
“Shh. It’s heaven. Stay in me.”
“Micah…”
“So fucking deep.” He pushed back just an inch and groaned. “Fuck, yes!”
Travis squeezed his eyes shut with another spasm.
“I need to move us, darling.”
“Do it.”
Gritting his teeth, Travis hugged Micah to him and brought them down the bed until they were spooning. Micah quaked in his arms with every small jostle, his womb convulsing, and Travis shuddered with the intensity.
“I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”
“No sorries,” Micah gasped. “Stay…still coming. Fuck! Travis, love… Love…” He stilled after a few seconds and sighed. “It’s like you own my soul.” Micah’s voice sounded different, as if he spoke from behind a wall. “When you’re in me.” A breath. “I only exist for you.”
Gutted, Travis gripped Micah tighter, inevitably sending another wave of pleasure through them both.
They were locked together for more than an hour. Travis held still like a statue to let Micah rest, but every once in a while, Micah stirred and moaned, his insides shivering again. Sometimes Micah even rocked his hips to set off another peak, whispering broken sentences Travis often couldn’t understand.
“It’s you. I’m so happy it’s you,” he mumbled half-asleep. “He’s gone. It’s you.”
It was the only time Travis thrust intentionally, fast, barely a dozen times. Like pressing a button. Micah bowed, his cock lurched, and loud cries of ecstasy echoed through the bedroom. Then he went limp, breathing harshly.
Travis peppered kisses down the side of Micah’s throat. Then he closed his eyes and relished in the moment, surrounded by Micah’s scent, his mind submerged in lust. Every point of contact between him and Micah seemed to tingle with electricity, spreading from his knot to his stomach and chest and down his arms, where they were wrapped around his treasured lover. He could barely believe it, but it was happening. Micah slept knotted with Travis’s cockhead up his womb, ghostlike orgasms running through their bodies, like gentle caresses from outside of this world. Travis hadn’t known a connection this profound was even possible.
When the knot receded and Travis pulled out, Micah could barely move. Travis forced him to drink water and tugged the blanket over them.
They slept deeply until early morning. Travis dreamed hopeful dreams of future