Page 7 of Arthur

I stared at Patrick’s ass, wondering if he’d freak out if I leaned in for a taste. I decided to wait until we were a little more comfortable with one another before I broached that subject. Or asking him to use our seed to coat his own cock and slide into my opening.

I repositioned myself, getting up on my knees behind Patrick, and pulled his right cheek, exposing the hole that I desperately wanted inside with more than just a finger or two. But I knew he needed to be stretched, so I ran my two fingers back down his crease, pushing when I reached the opening. I silently moaned while Patrick did so aloud when my fingers were quickly swallowed by his body.

“Such a beautiful sight. You’re taking my fingers beautifully. Will you take my cock just as well?” I asked.

Patrick panted, and when I added a third finger, he whimpered. I would have thought he was in pain, but he was wiggling around too much to be feeling anything but pleasure. I searched for that magical spot, and when I found it, Patrick shouted and shot up, letting go of the front of the tub.

I smiled and wrapped my left arm around his chest, pulling his upper body as close to mine as I could while still having my fingers buried in his ass.

“There it is. This spot here will bring you so much pleasure,” I whispered in his ear.

“Ung,” Patrick uttered. I smiled as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking. When the pink head popped out from the foreskin, I wished we were in a different position so I could get a taste. I promised myself that I would betasting all of my One in the next week and continued to stretch him, preparing his body for my claiming.

“Are you going to come, Patrick? Let me see your passion. Let me feel it,” I said. I thrust three fingers in and out of Patrick’s body, being sure to hit that magic spot inside every time. Patrick’s hand sped up on his shaft, and I pulled my fingers free, quickly replacing them with my hard rod.

I slowly pushed forward, biting my lower lip hard enough to taste blood when my mushroom head popped into Patrick’s warm heat. I didn’t stop and continued to push forward, hoping that Patrick would forgive me for my haste. I needed my seed inside him and my mark on his skin.

“Arthur. More. That spot. Need,” Patrick said as he frantically stroked his length. I wrapped both arms around his torso and shoved my hips forward, impaling him on my cock. Patrick screamed, and I immediately felt remorse until his scream turned into a moan, and I felt something I knew only too well. His channel was sporadically massaging me, and when I looked down his body, spurt after spurt of seed shot in front of us, some landing in the water, some hitting the side of the tub, more going beyond.

The sight caused me to groan, and I pulled my hips back and shoved back forward and almost came a second time. There was no way I wasn’t going to give my One all of the pleasure I could. His channel was so hot and slick it was ready for me, and I wanted the satisfaction that I knew we could have. Nothing could have prepared me for the level of intense pleasure that Patrick and I would find together though.

I grabbed ahold of Patrick’s hips and held on to him as I thrust mine forward and backward. Patrick fell forward, grabbing ahold of the front of the tub once again, and the new position allowed me to go even further into him. I pushed in and held, enjoying the warm, tight heat around my cock.

“By the fates. Never would have expected it to feel like this,” I said and pulled out and thrust back in again.

“Arthur…” Patrick said, and I looked down at where our bodies were joined. As I pulled out, I saw the slick on my length and groaned. I wanted to see that every day for the rest of eternity. I would never get enough of my One.

“So wet for me. Going to claim you. You’re mine, Patrick. Say it.” I pushed in and waited because I was so close again.

“I’m yours, Arthur. Claim me, please,” Patrick said brokenly. I leaned over him, wrapping my arms around his torso, and started kissing across his back from one shoulder to the other.

“Going to love you forever. You’re mine to love, to care for. To protect,” I said. I pulled my hips back just slightly before pushing back in again. I was fighting myself to drag this out as long as I could. I wanted to ram into him over and over and find my own release again, to fill him with my seed and mark him as mine inside before putting my mark on his body.

“Yes. Please, Arthur.”

“Yes, Patrick. So beautiful.” I pulled his body upward, and once we were both upright, I turned Patrick’s face toward mine. There were tears in those blue eyes that I knew would be in my dreams from here on out. “Don’t cry, love.”

“Want you. Wanted you so much,” Patrick admitted. My hips stuttered. What was he saying?

“We’re it for each other,” I said before leaning forward and touching my lips to Patrick’s again. The angle was awkward, and when our lips touched again, my body zinged, and my balls pulled tight to my body. I broke the kiss and buried my face in beside Patrick’s as my hips took on a mind of their own and started thrusting in and out at a pace that I wasn’t aware of being capable of. My body was vibrating painfully, and as an intense tingle went through my balls and then my shaft, I grunted as my seed exploded from my slit.

I shouted through my release, imprinting on Patrick in the process. After I felt a searing burn on my hip in the same spot, I smiled, knowing that it was Patrick imprinting on me in turn. When he did, the vibrations coursing through my body became a soft hum, and I thanked the fates for gifting me with a One that was so easy to claim, willing to be mine. I also felt our bond set in between our minds and couldn’t wait to explore all of the fun that was going to be.

My thighs started shaking, so I used magic to lift us out of the water enough that I could get my legs and feet under me. Patrick squeaked a bit, and I smiled at the adorableness of it.

“Going back,” I said as I leaned back, my cock still buried deep inside my One. Once I’d settled in the tub—thankful for magic that kept the water hot—I pulled Patrick tight to me and ran my hands up and down his chest and stomach. His body was magnificent, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further.

“How are you feeling?” I asked. The pink head of his cock was poking above the water, and I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked. “Do you need another release? I want to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

Patrick moaned, and his head flopped back onto my shoulder. I smiled and went about stroking him to completion again. It didn’t take much before his channel milked another small orgasm from me as he shot again into the water in front of us.

When we were both sated for the time being, I went back to exploring his body with my hands. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re my gift. I promise to cherish you always,” I said. Patrick squirmed, unseating my rod from his hole, and I was going to protest until he laced his fingers with mine.

“I dreamed about you. I figure we have no secrets now. I can feel you in my mind. So that’s true? We’ll be able to talk to each other that way?” Patrick asked.

“Hmm, only one way to find out,”I said in my mind to him. Patrick gasped, telling me that he most definitely heard me.

“I heard you.”

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