Page 19 of Distant Heart

“It does.” He licked his lips and confessed, “But I like it.”

“What else do you like, xa’us?”

“I like how you didn’t get bored and choose someone else.”

Illya pounded his ass harder. “Never.”

“I like your cock. I like it inside of me. I want to come on it.”

“Want me to fill you up?” Illya asked. “I’ll pump so many loads in you, you’ll have to crawl to get around. My come will drip from this abused hole all day. Try to leave me then. You’ll only expose and embarrass yourself.”

When Rexton didn’t immediately respond, Illya forced his chin up. “Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” he said. “I…I want that.”

Illya couldn’t tell if he meant it that time, but they were both too close now for it to really matter. He couldn’t drag this on any longer, not just because he was about to explode, but because Rexton was right about the dangers of staying out here.

His hand loosened and his movements increased, chasing that high. He knew the second Rexton was about to lose because the man clenched around him.

Then he screamed, the beautiful sound echoing in the dark night as he twitched and painted the bench in cream. He continued to jerk in Illya’s hold, wailing all over again when suddenly Illya went off inside of him.

“There you go,” Illya praised as he continued to thrust through his own orgasm. “Take every single drop of me.”

If he’d known it could be like this, he would have hunted in the woods sooner. Would have skipped the earlier play and gone straight for the main course. He relished the feel of Rexton convulsing in his arms, his cock finally going limp a second before the shaking started to slow.

Illya undid the belt and lifted Rexton’s wrists up to get a better look, scowling when he saw they were rubbed raw from all his struggling. “Does it hurt?”

Rexton made a humming sound and shook his head. “Doesn’t. Too cold to feel much of anything now.”

Well shit.

“I’m going to pull out, but there’s another rule I need you to follow, baby, understand?”

His brow creased. “More games?”

“You going to be good for me this round or what?”

He sighed. “Yes. You made your point, Illya.”

“Oh? And what point is that?”

“It’s Praeda. You claimed me.” Rexton turned his head on Illya’s shoulder and met his gaze. “I belong to you.”

He was definitely going to be rewarded for that later, but for now…

“I’m going to pull out,” Illya repeated. “You better clench up. If you lose even a single drop, I’ll fuck you on the cold hard ground until you go hoarse.”

“What do I get if I win?”

He chuckled. “You’ll like it, I promise. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Illya slid his cock free and then quickly removed his uniform jacket, draping it over Rexton’s shoulders before catching him up. He cradled him against his chest, making sure to keep a firm grip as he spun on his heels and headed back the way they’d come.

After a moment, Rexton curled into him and silently allowed himself to be carried back to Castle Black.

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