Page 45 of Curses & Kitsune

“You,” I choke out the words. “Just you. Only you.”

A low growl rumbles through Jinta’s chest. He slides a hand down my stomach and rubs my softening cock. “Is this okay?”

I arch beneath him. “Y-yeah.”

Jinta pecks a kiss to my mouth, sucking on my lower lip when he rocks his hips. Our cocks rock against each other, and the air escapes me with a groan.

“What… what about this?” Jinta’s panting as he takes us both in his hand and strokes.

My hips arch to meet his thrusts. “Fuck. This. Yes.”

We don’t have lube, but that matters less and less as our precum quickly slicks things up between us. My hoarse grunts and Jinta’s frantic pants fill the room as he strokes us faster and faster. My eyes roll back as I rock into his fist, fucking his hand.

We’re being way too loud. I’m sure Ren can hear us. I grab Jinta’s hair and tug him down into a sloppy kiss full of tangling tongues and muffled moans as we stroke each other off with increasing urgency.

Jinta curses softly, his breathing hitting my mouth is harsh, hot pants as he jacks us in his fist. “F-fuck, baby. You feel so good against me. Love your cock. The sounds you make. The way you say my name.”

My head falls back against the pillow, a moan tearing from my throat as he squeezes the rock-hard base of my cock. “Fuck. Jinta. Close. Keep going. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!” I grab the sheets and squeeze, tearing them when Jinta’s long, hard cock grinds against mine again and again.

He’s close, too, every hard stroke squeezing out little spurts of precum that drip onto my stomach. I need more. Sitting up, I suck on my fingers, then reach behind him. His head tips back, eyes closing in bliss when I rub my wet fingers over his hole, which softens under my caresses.

I push inside, find his prostate with ease, and start to stroke. Jinta’s mouth falls open with a desperate, broken moan. I’ve never been so familiar with another person’s body before, but I know Jinta’s like I know my own. The connection we share is… terrifying. Everything. My greatest source of strength and joy.

“Raiden,” Jinta whines my name as he ruts into our fists with abandon. “Fuck. I’m going to—”

I am, too. My thighs are quivering, my toes flex so hard they start to cramp, and the muscles in my legs burn. The breath tears from me, and I can’t stay quiet even if I wanted to. My balls tighten, cock going agonizingly stiff.

White fur ripples over Jinta’s body. “Mine,” he growls, eyes flashing red. He lets loose, pumping his hips into our slick fists. “Gonna cover you with my cum. Make you smell like me. Come on, baby, cum for me.”

The command in his growling voice tips me over the edge. “Fuuuck,” I snarl as I start to shoot in long, heavy spurts all over our fists and my stomach.

Jinta stiffens above me, doubling over with the force of his orgasm. Powerful shudders rack his body, and through it all, he goes on stroking us, squeezing out every last drop, milking me damn dry.

I catch him in my arms, legs wrapping around his waist. Sinking my fingers in his damp hair, I pepper kisses over his neck and jaw. Our release smears between our bodies, but I don’t care. The whole room smells like him, and me, and sex, and I wish I could bottle the scent of us. Jinta’s hot, slick tongue glides over my chest. He circles my hard nipples, sharp teeth pinching my collarbone. Slipping his hand between us, he gathers our release and rubs it into my skin.

My spent cock twitches. “Fuck,” I whisper. Jinta is marking me in the most primal way, ruled by his kitsune’s instincts to claim me. I let him, basking in his eager kisses and hungry little licks, shivering as he rubs his spunk into my skin. Finally, soft lips claim mine.

He looks so beautiful above me as his kitsune comes out, turning his hair white and eyes red, snow-white fur on his cheeks, and two pointed ears twitching above his shock of white hair. A rusty chuckle escapes me. “Happy?”

He rumbles low in his chest. “Mine,” he whispers, leaning down to nuzzle my cheek.

My throat tightens with emotion. “Yeah, Sunshine. Yours.”

As Jinta settles down, his foxlike features melt away, but he goes on worshipping my chest, my neck, and my cheeks with little kitten licks. I smile, closing my eyes. He’s so damn cute. He blinks sleepily, then his cheeks redden, and he peels his tongue off my skin. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me.”

“I liked it. Your kitsune is a possessive bastard, huh?”

Jinta gives a nod, his cheeks flaming redder. “I was worried you were going to run off on me all day.”

“Sorry.” Guilt makes me wrap my arms around him, pulling him down against my chest. “I wouldn’t do that. No matter how far I go, I’ll come back for you. Promise.” Sleep tugs at my mind. My body is so warm, muscles lax and tingling from my orgasm.

Jinta laughs softly. “Really?”

I stroke my hand down his back. “Yeah. Always.” A yawn cracks my jaw.

Jinta peels his body off mine and mops up the seed on our bodies with a sheet. He tosses the soiled sheet on the ground, then flops back into my arms. “You, too,” he whispers.

Shuttering my lids, I wrap my arms around him, holding my mate close as I finally find sanctuary in his arms.

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