Page 100 of Overtime

Zane toyed with the plug. “Yeah? What did you think about?”

“I thought about our rut,” Zammy said immediately. “How good you knotted me. How you kept me full for so long. How you took care of me. How—uh.”

Zane slammed the plug inside. “That’s not what you were saying a minute ago.”

“I didn’t mean it,” Zammy whined.

Zane hummed noncommittally.

“There’s—” Zammy grunted as Zane stretched him again. “There’s lube in my pocket.”

Zane snorted. “Had this all fucking planned, huh?” He mocked, delighted.

He didn’t let Zammy answer.

If he wanted to get fucked, who was Zane to deny him?

He yanked his jeans and underwear down, gasping at the relief of freeing his cock. Zammy, the little slut, turned his head to catch a glimpse.

Zane fisted his hair and pushed him against the wall. “Stay there and take what I give you,” he ordered.

Zammy let out a small, “Oh, fuck,” but did as he was asked.

Zane didn’t delay further. He dug into Zammy’s pocket for the lube, ripping it open and slicking up his cock. He wiped his hand clean on Zammy’s skin and grasped the base of the plug.

This he did carefully, not wanting to hurt him. Zammy groaned low and long as it was removed fully, and Zane watched as the hole in front of him winked, begging to be filled.

He tossed the plug into the sink, gripped Zammy’s hips, and slammed in.

Zammy shouted way too loud for the semi-public place they were in. The bar had been packed and noisy, at least, with several bathrooms, so hopefully there wasn’t a line waiting outside.

Not that Zane particularly cared at the moment. He closed his eyes at the sweet, wet clutch of Zammy’s body. At how good it felt to sink into his mate.

This was where he belonged.

There was no mercy. Usually, he liked to take his time, tease Zammy nice and slow until he lost his mind.

Now, he fucked him like he meant it, the slapping of their skin obscene, punctuated by Zammy’s little ‘ah, ah, ah’s.’

God, it felt so good. So fuckingright. Zammy squeezed around him as if he couldn’t help himself, body reacting to his mate inside him, wanting more.

“This goes without saying,” Zane panted, “but don’t you dare come.”

Zammy sobbed, and the noise went straight to Zane’s dick.

When they were like this, he fucking loved making his mate cry.

Zane wasn’t going to be nice—Zammy didn’t deserve it. He reached around, fisting Zammy’s cock.

Zammy bucked, knees almost giving out, “Zee, no, I can’t—”

“You can.” Zane palmed the head, spreading the wetness there.

Zammy was fully sobbing now, shaking uncontrollably as he tried not to come. Zane ate it up, watching him fall apart and still try to be good for him.

He had the best mate in the world, and he was all Zane’s.

Zane could see when Zammy was right at the edge, and let him go just in time. Zammy went limp, scratching at the wall, and Zane couldn’t hold off.

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