“I need it out,” shaking voice, too much as of the knot, and Alexander pulls up far enough to get his hand underneath him, to pull at the phallus. “Get it out, get it out —“ It hurts, it hurts, and he is whimpering at it — Burr’s hands take over and he drops his head, trembling as the hard wooden head presses at the swollen knot inside him. Gasping as it eases all the way out, and then he is twisting around, bringing one leg up to carefully shift around to face Burr completely.
He lays himself flat on Burr’s chest, and finds himself licking the sweat from the hollow of his lover’s throat, under his jaw, making little huffing sounds as he takes in the alpha’s smells. He is restless for some reason he can’t explain, unsettled, and his gland itches. He rubs at it as he scents Burr, nipping over and over at Burr’s skin, tiny little bites that aren’t nearly enough to leave marks. There’s something he wants and he has no idea what it is.
His hips start moving. He is a mess between his legs, ass open and oozing, slick everywhere. His hand goes down to the base of Burr’s cock to hold it steady, and he starts using it to caress inside of him, working the knot back and forth the inch or so it can move within him. He isn’t chasing orgasm, he just wants to feel it. He bears down until Burr’s cock touches the entrance to his womb, and grinds a little there, though it’s not exactly pleasurable. His skin feels to small and he feels too hot.
He calms only slowly, fretting less and less, finally slowing his restless movement, the strange little bites. He flushes with embarrassment at the display as he comes back to himself, back to the slow warm satisfied feeling he had earlier.
“I like your knot,” he sighs. “I like your cock. I like this…” He can’t explain the strange dissatisfaction. His hips rock very slowly, now, a soothing pace, not requiring that he lift himself. Emitting smells in response to Burr’s protective ones, of possessiveness. Mine, his smells say. He’ll want to start nesting soon.
“Why was it so easy?” he asks, “to convince you to stay. You tried to go, but it was so easy.”
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He lays himself flat on Burr’s chest, and finds himself licking the sweat from the hollow of his lover’s throat, under his jaw, making little huffing sounds as he takes in the alpha’s smells. He is restless for some reason he can’t explain, unsettled, and his gland itches. He rubs at it as he scents Burr, nipping over and over at Burr’s skin, tiny little bites that aren’t nearly enough to leave marks. There’s something he wants and he has no idea what it is.
His hips start moving. He is a mess between his legs, ass open and oozing, slick everywhere. His hand goes down to the base of Burr’s cock to hold it steady, and he starts using it to caress inside of him, working the knot back and forth the inch or so it can move within him. He isn’t chasing orgasm, he just wants to feel it. He bears down until Burr’s cock touches the entrance to his womb, and grinds a little there, though it’s not exactly pleasurable. His skin feels to small and he feels too hot.
He calms only slowly, fretting less and less, finally slowing his restless movement, the strange little bites. He flushes with embarrassment at the display as he comes back to himself, back to the slow warm satisfied feeling he had earlier.
“I like your knot,” he sighs. “I like your cock. I like this…” He can’t explain the strange dissatisfaction. His hips rock very slowly, now, a soothing pace, not requiring that he lift himself. Emitting smells in response to Burr’s protective ones, of possessiveness. Mine, his smells say. He’ll want to start nesting soon.
“Why was it so easy?” he asks, “to convince you to stay. You tried to go, but it was so easy.”