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Between feeling Mitchell's naked cock, hard and wanting against the crack of his ass, and Mitchell's smooth strokes on his cock, his body burned with need. He tried to fuck into Mitchell's hand.
He panted. His moans became louder the closer to orgasm he got. The need built in his core. The urge to bite was almost overwhelming, but with his back to Mitchell's front, he had nowhere to put them. He fell over the edge anyway, without taking from Mitchell.
Mitchell gradually slowed down until he stopped all together. When Seryn shivered, his hold loosened. "Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. Ass up, boy."
"Yes, Daddy." Seryn did as he was told. His bones felt a little like jelly. Mitchell wasn't giving him time to come down from the pleasure high. His cock might be soft, but he was still hot with need.
Seryn hissed when Mitchell smeared what could only be Seryn's cum into his hole.
He peered over his shoulder when he heard the distinct sound of clothing rustling. Mitchell took his pants and underwear off. Mitchell had scars all over. Old and new. They made him look rugged and almost as dangerous as Seryn was. But his body was a work of art. He resembled a pirate who had years of life carved into his body.
His cock was angry with need. It had a pearl of pre-cum glistening at the opening.
Mitchell growled as if he were a shifter instead of a human. "I'll let you look your fill later. Right now, I want to prep you for my cock."
"Yes, Daddy." Seryn arched his back, presenting Mitchell with his ass.
"That's a very good boy." Mitchell put more slick on his finger, mixing it with Seryn's cum. He rubbed Seryn's hole, driving him crazy with need. Seryn moved into the finger, wanting it inside, but Mitchell took his time. When he pushed a finger in, it was as if Seryn could breathe again.
Mitchell pulled part way out and then back in again. His rhythm grew faster in stages.
"Yes. Like that Daddy." Seryn couldn't keep still. He had to move. He needed more. "Please. Can I have one more?"
"One more, baby," Mitchell added another finger without stopping his thrusts. "You're so responsive. So sexy."
"Need you. Please, Daddy." He'd never been so desperate for someone before. And he certainly had never experienced this level of emotion while having sex. He wasn't sure what he expected. For it to feel mechanical. Just needing to get off as it always had been before. With Mitchell, it was so much more than that. It was passion and intimacy and connection. No. It was a longing to connect with Mitchell at a heart level and hoping they could do that with their bodies.
Seryn whimpered and would have protested when Mitchell pulled his fingers out, but Mitchell flipped him over. It came as a surprise, but he recovered fast enough to pull his legs back, making room for Mitchell between them.
Mitchell positioned himself before settling onto Seryn. The blunt tip of his cock pressed against Seryn's opening. Mitchell pressed in slowly, giving Seryn time to adjust.
Seryn clung to Mitchell, feeling overwhelming pleasure. The fullness was the perfect amount.
"You good?" Mitchell asked when he was all the way inside.
When Seryn tried to answer, all that came out was a moan.
"Can I move?"
Seryn nodded. "Please."
Mitchell took him at his word. He pulled out part way and then pushed back in again. It seemed Mitchell liked to start out slowly. It was glacial.
He pressed his forehead to Seryn's. "So good, baby."
It was the most intense pleasure Seryn had ever experienced. It took him a moment to understand not all the pleasure was his own. Some of it belonged to Mitchell.
Mitchell picked up the pace. Seryn realized he liked to fuck in stages, increasing the speed a little at a time.
It revved Seryn up again, making him desperate to cum, but there wasn't enough friction on his cock. He tried to reach between them, but Mitchell stopped him.
"I've got you, sweetheart." And Mitchell had it all under control, it seemed. At the same time Seryn felt Mitchell's hand on his cock, he exposed his neck.
Seeing it pushed Seryn over the edge before he even bit Mitchell. And when he finally did, he swore his orgasm peeked again. Blood from the source, especially Mitchell's, wasn't the same as bagged blood. It was sweeter and warmer.
Each drink made Seryn want more.
He knew Mitchell came inside him. He could feel the way his cock seemed to get bigger. The sound Mitchell made was so loud the other occupants in the house probably heard it too.
