Page 89 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
Chase licked it from his fingers, stomach curling pleasantly. He rested against Auston’s chest, letting himself be fed—bacon, pastry, fruit. There was plenty of water, too, or juice, until he was full to the brim.
Auston had eaten too, in between feeding Chase, and didn’t protest when Chase pulled him back into the bedroom. The nest greeted them, and Chase let Auston go in first, watching him settle, his Alpha in his nest.
Chase crawled in after, cuddling in. Now that the literal hunger was satiated, the heat was rising up again. He could smell it on Auston too.
The want.
They didn’t have to speak. It was instinct, Auston surrounding him, licking Chase’s mating mark. Chase gasped, gland stinging, pleasure zipping up his spine. He was so fucking wet already. His head swam, body filled with light.
There was no soreness as Auston sank into him again. There was just fullness. Rightness.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Auston murmured in his ear, and Chase was gone.
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Chase had no idea how much time had passed. Didn’t know how many times he’d come. How many times he’d been knotted. Everything was warm and sticky and smelt of them.
Auston convinced him to make it to the large bath, cool water a balm on his overheated skin. He lay against Auston’s chest, half-asleep. Auston made him drink from a bottle and inspected him all over, hands gentle.
“What’re you doin’?” Chase slurred.
“Just making sure you’re okay,” Auston replied softly.
Chase hummed. He felt perfect. Couldn’t Auston tell?
He was happy to be touched, though, Auston stroking Chase’s thighs, his belly, his chest, his arms. He rinsed Chase’s neck carefully just with fresh water and then went south, touching Chase’s hole.
“Sore?”
Chase shook his head. Maybe he would be later, but there with Auston, he felt golden.
Chase caught one of Auston’s hands and pressed it on his chest. “Can you feel that?”
The bond thrummed. It was a live thing, a pulsing heart, made of two things but also just one.
Auston hooked his chin over Chase’s shoulder and rubbed their cheeks together. “Yes.”
They rinsed in the shower and then undid all their work by fucking again as soon as they got to the nest. Chase buried his face in the pillow as Auston held his hips tight and fucking into him in hard thrusts.
They lay on their sides when Auston’s knot popped. Chase could feel the little trembles going through Auston as the Alpha kept coming, Chase clenching down, all swollen up with come.
Chase’s heat broke first, awareness sharpening. He could see there was a spell still holding Auston in that feral state—he was in rut.
Chase didn’t think he could stay awake to help, body so exhausted it was tumbling away from him. “You can fuck me while I sleep,” Chase slurred.
“Baby,” Auston gasped.
“Do it,” Chase said.
He slipped into a dream. Warm, gentle, calloused hands handled him. He was being fucked into, a knot stretching him. His body was malleable, limp, easy for his Alpha.
“Daddy.” Chase sighed.
“Fuck. You’re so good. You’re perfect. You’re mine,” the dream said.
Chase went under.
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