Quincy #2
Valgar pushed deeper into the new space, so wet his finger seemed to slip freely.
Quincy hadn’t touched himself there at all, so it was the first time he felt the sensation of being opened up, with none of the tightness of his arsehole.
His body accepted the penetration easily until he could feel Valgar’s knuckles pressing to his flesh, a new wave of stimulation that made him clench and arch.
Because it wasn’t enough, not even remotely, and it felt. ..
He tossed his head and Valgar caught his chin with his free hand and seized his mouth, kissing him so hard it was all Quincy could do to surrender, suck on his tongue as he got fucked two ways.
“Quincy,” Valgar murmured, reverent. “You— more?”
A jerky nod got Valgar to withdraw, but seconds later he returned with two fingers, and that was beginning to demand more of Quincy, but it still felt wonderful, Valgar’s thick fingers sliding through the wetness Quincy’s body had produced for him.
Two fingers proved insufficient soon enough, and three, when they belonged to a man Valgar’s size, were a stretch he could feel.
That he delighted to feel, forgetting all about the strangeness in the sheer rush of ecstasy, in knowing his mate was inside him. Valgar kept kissing his cheeks, biting at Quincy’s bottom lip where he was panting, then leaning back to look.
Quincy closed his eyes, not wanting to see it.
But Valgar spoke anyway, “You are beautiful. Perfect, Quincy. I can’t— You must believe me.
Does it feel good?” And if he hadn’t accompanied that by a new curl of his fingers that seemed to shoot straight for the core of him, Quincy might have laughed, instead he clutched at him, shoving himself onto the touch.
“Oh, gods, I want...”
Yes, fuck me, he thought, but words were well beyond him. Valgar took mercy on him, speeding up his rhythm, grabbing at Quincy’s buttocks and getting the thumb of his other hand inside his back hole.
The scream that tore out of him was no competition for the waves of pleasure coming at him from every direction at once, blinding him for a moment as he took his mate in both his holes, his body clinging like it never wanted Valgar to leave.
***
HE CAME TO WITH VALGAR’S erection against the small of his back and his mate’s arms holding him close.
“I will take it as a compliment,” he was told, and the smugness was back, but Quincy could barely manage to let his head fall back against Valgar’s chest, words were well beyond his powers.
Valgar made him drink some water, and even offered him food, pretending not to see Quincy glare.
Even in the state he was in, he wasn’t about to forget Valgar’s low burning arousal.
The feedback from the bond had often pushed him past the peak of ecstasy, so he couldn’t understand how his alpha had managed to withstand two of his own, and suddenly it was all souring up in his throat.
He swallowed, getting an elbow under himself and pushing himself to a sitting position.
“Do not sweeten it for me. If you do not...”
“What?” Valgar turned from the table where he’d set down the water carafe after serving himself.
His shock was genuine, but Quincy dragged the covers over his lap, eyes on his own clenched fist. “You have never lasted this long.”
“Oh, that’s...” Even now, the movement of Valgar’s throat as he swallowed attracted his gaze. “I had to learn not to. For Mar.”
Quincy’s head snapped up. “What?”
“Before... Before her heats stopped,” his mate explained. “I cannot lie to you, beloved.”
The word hit him like a punch to the gut, and he had to look down to blink away tears. Valgar seized the chance and crawled back onto the bed, grabbing for Quincy’s hands. “You must know I love you. How can you doubt it?”
“I... I know,” he admitted, a little shaken. “Only... that’s what you call Mar.”
“Yes,” Valgar agreed. “Would you rather I called you something else?”
Quincy thought about it. He did not want to be equal to Mar, or at least he had not expected it. “I am not sure.”
“I see, well, let’s test it, shall we_” His alpha suggested, eyes soft. “Beloved, would you like me to fuck you now?”
His heart seized, and so did everything else, his cock and both his openings, still damp and sticky, swollen with renewed need. Somehow, he was halfway to hardness once again. At this rate, he was never going to get out of bed again.
“I... Yes,” he said, holding Valgar’s eyes, where no violet was left. “Do you really...?”
Valgar’s smile was all teeth, and he dragged Quincy’s hand to his girth and made him squeeze the hot flesh. “You need more proof than this?”
Quincy laughed, because now that he wasn’t half gone with lust, he could feel the steel of his mate’s willpower was the only thing holding him back from rutting against Quincy’s belly like a boy with his first lover.
He tugged a little at the beautiful handful he’d been given. “Give it to me then.”
“I am, as always, at your service,” Valgar assured him, and let go of his hand and gently tugged the covers off again.
He never looked away from Quincy’s face as his fingers found his new slit.
“Where do you want me, beloved? Here?” His fingers slid further down to brush against Quincy’s hole. “Or here?”
“Both,” he blurted out, and then laughed, feeling silly.
But his alpha nodded sharply. “Of course.”
And then Quincy was on his back, legs bent so he was fully exposed.
He had no time for shyness, though, before Valgar parted the flesh at his front hole with his fingers, and pressed the head of his cock against it, making Quincy whimper.
He wasn’t inside so his clenching body got nothing for its efforts.
“Okay, steady now,” his alpha told him, waiting until Quincy opened his eyes to give him a little more.
And oh. He was huge. It wasn’t like one could forget, and Quincy had grown used to it in the last few months, but now, having him in this new space inside was a reminder.
“Okay?” Valgar checked. “I’ll go slow.”
He did, but Quincy’s body was producing so much slick that even though it hurt a little, his alpha’s cock still kept coming. His eyes had fallen shut and his knees had gone loose as he got fuller and fuller, the pressure growing more and more intense until he felt he’d explode.
“Almost there.”
Quincy blinked his eyes open because he already felt full. He glanced down to see the bottom third of Valgar’s cock was still visible against his bush. “Oh.”
His mate stilled. “Quincy?”
He jerked a nod, eyes stuck to the sight. He’d never seen his alpha’s cock go into his body, of course, the angle didn’t allow it, and it was... “Yes.”
Valgar did not need to be asked twice, he took hold of Quincy’s left buttock and pushed in, his hot flesh opening up a new route, new nerve endings sparkling to life at his touch until he was inside. Fully inside, where he belonged.
Quincy’s hole twitched helplessly, struggling with the width of it.
It was almost inexplicable to be so deeply taken.
He’d leaked all over his own buttocks, the sharp scent of his arousal rising between them as Valgar bent over to rest his forehead on his collarbone, their heartbeats intermingling in the bond, a heavy pulse that echoed the place where they were joined.
He got a hand into Valgar’s hair, petting him clumsily, all the comfort he could think to offer when words were so beyond him.
And somehow, his alpha exhaled slowly and raised himself, taking hold of his hips and pulling out a bit, then giving him a short thrust that made Quincy close his knees onto his sides and swear aloud.
“It’s not...” Valgar mumbled. “Oh, god, it’s— you are...”
“Yours,” Quincy gasped, digging his heels into the small of Valgar’s back. “I... Please.”
Valgar got his hands lower, so his fingers were between Quincy’s buttocks, brushing his hole like a tease Quincy could barely process.
It made no sense, when his mate was also thrusting inside again, harder and so delicious, and they were off.
This was no different to what they knew; Quincy’s body asking, Valgar’s giving it all.
He fell into a haze, the pleasure his alpha experienced at the squeeze of his body as real to him as the spread of his new hole taking his mate for the first time.
There was nothing he wanted but this, again and again, wave after wave, his muscles straining to go harder and his lover responding in kind until unexpectedly Valgar jerked on top of him and Quincy felt it; the hot seed spilling into him.
It set him off at once, his cock erupting against his belly, just a dribble now since he could no longer produce seed himself, and both his holes contracting. One empty, one full.
Then Valgar shoved a finger into his arse without warning and Quincy’s world went white like he’d been struck by lightning, the second orgasm hitting before the first was quite done.
He might have screamed, or lost track of space and time, but he remembered it later, how Valgar had stayed inside him, how it’d felt when the head of his mate’s cock had grown into a knot.
He’d sobbed, overcome with pleasure that didn’t end, echoes and twitches restarting the ecstasy just when he thought it was over, and then, finally, the quietude of the bond settling firmly around them.
Valgar was heavy atop him, and huge inside, but it was a comfort.
The sheer rightness of it letting his well-used body relax, trusting his alpha to steer him in the right direction, eyes and mind both surrendering in complete trust.