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Lake lined himself up to Nix’s entrance and gave one solid thrust.

Nix hissed in mild pain, having not been stretched enough to take Lake’s full girth so roughly, but that was the only sound of complaint he made. His hands lifted and he dug his nails into Lake’s hips, breathing through it as his cock bottomed out.

Lake stilled, partially to give the man beneath him a moment to adjust, but mostly so he could take it all in.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

He was. Nix’s skin was flushed and rosy, his eyes lidded and his full lips parted. They’d only just begun, yet he already looked blissed out. Sultry and every bit as eager as Lake felt.

“If you’re so hellbent on speaking,” Nix stated, “speak to me with your cock.”

Lake didn’t have to be told twice.

He started moving frantically, his thrusts shoving Nix down into the mattress hard enough the breath whooshed out of him each and every time. The Songbird’s body squeezed him, those inner walls clinging to Lake’s cock every time he pulled out.

“You’re so warm,” Lake said, dropping over Nix to bury his face in the crook of his neck. He ended up on the side that West had bitten, the bruised and broken skin sealed beneath a protective layer. But he didn’t even care that the mark wasn’t his. “So tight. Moan for me, Songbird. I want to hear you sing for your emperor.”

He grabbed Nix by the thighs and reared up, pulling his legs straight in the process, settling one at either side of his head as Nix grappled with the sheets. Lake’s cock drove forward again, the new angle making his entrance even tighter than before, that electric sensation causing him to lose his mind.

Lake pounded into him, the sound of his balls slapping against Nix’s ass mixing with the heavy thumps of the bed banging into the wall.

“Lake!” Nix gasped and arched his back. “Wait! Please! It’s too rough!”

“You like it when it hurts.” He bet he never tried to stop West. The thought had Lake seeing red and he pulled out long enough to flip Nix onto his stomach. He tugged his ass into the air and held him tightly, lining up his cock for the third time.

Watching his cock sink into Nix’s body, seeing that ring of muscle give way for him…it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“What a waste,” he murmured, entranced by the view as he worked his cock in and out of his Songbird. Whenever he pulled out to the tip, Nix’s gaping hole would start to instantly close. Forcing it back open became his sole mission. “I should have taken you sooner. Shouldn’t have wasted all that time. Could have had you like this every night. Every hour.”

“Lake.” Nix had his face turned, a cheek pressed to the mattress. His hands held on tightly to the comforter beneath them, and there was a glimmer of tears in his eyes. “Slow down. I can’t—” he hiccupped, and then swallowed and tried again. “It’s too much. You’re so big.”

“Not really the thing you want to be saying to get me to stop, Songbird.” He wasn’t going to stop. He might never stop. But saying as much would only serve to scare the smaller man writhing beneath him, and Lake didn’t want that.

He filled him up and ground against his ass, hitting different places within that had Nix mewling like a kitten and mindlessly clawing at anything he could get his hands on.

Lake gathered Nix up, forcing him onto his knees, gravity helping to pull him down and impale him on his cock. They both let out a cry of pleasure, and before Nix could struggle to free himself too much, Lake wrapped a hand around his neck. He pinned them together, Nix’s back to his front, and rocked his hips upward, spearing through Nix’s hole in shallow, yet brutal thrusts that kept them both on the edge of release.

“You’re mine now, Phoenix Monroe,” he swore, lips pressed to the curve of Nix’s ear. He breathed in the scent of him, nails digging lightly into the sides of his throat. When that caused Nix to whimper, he eased up just a little. “West’s mark is healing nicely.”

He looked it over, not losing his rhythm in the process, his other arm banding around Nix’s small waist to bounce himup and down on his cock so he could drive deeper even in their current position.

Nix howled, his head pressed to Lake’s shoulder as his back arched and his ass clenched around Lake.

“You’ve signed the paperwork,” Lake rambled, “and now you’re being fucked by me. In my room. In my bed. Go ahead and soil the sheets. I’m going to make you sleep in them. That’s if I decide to let you sleep at all.”

“Lake.”

“Do you remember the promises I made you when I was Maestro?” He’d said a lot of things, many of which even he couldn’t recall. “You thought you could get back at me by letting West mark you? By having Yejun suck me off? Baby. All of that only made me more determined.”

“For,” Nix’s breath caught in his throat, “what?”

“I’m going to pump this tight ass full of my come and make you walk around all day with it dripping down your thighs. You won’t be getting any clothes, not for the foreseeable future. West might like eliciting pain, but I like it rough. I’m going to fuck you over every surface in the Roost. Have you squirting all over the furniture and across the floors. I’ll leave it there for the boys to see when they return from West’s match. How’s that sound, Songbird?”

“That…” He tried to shake his head, but Lake’s hold around his throat prevented him from doing so. “No.”

Lake laughed. “No? Touch yourself, see what you find, then try and tell me no again.”

Nix hesitated, but he did what he was told, his left hand moving to cup his balls. The second he made contact he hissed, his dick jerking.

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