Chapter 26 #2
“Does there need to be a reason, kolrav? Is it wrong to enjoy when I take you in such a way?”
He bit his lip, some of the lust fading as he opened his eyes to look at me. I removed my fingers, rubbing small circles on his hip instead as I waited for him to share his truth.
“I… I’m still coming to terms with the idea that the man getting fucked isn’t by nature weaker.
I never let anyone fuck me before you because I was worried I would be seen that way.
Admitting that I also enjoy being pinned down and fucked within an inch of my life doesn’t make accepting that thought any easier. ”
Humming, I ran my lips over his neck. A part of me wanted to be annoyed that he was taught to believe such a thing, but I also didn’t want to shame him. He was being honest with me; that deserved a reward.
“Thank you for telling me. I promise, it is not that way. And if it bothers you, I can—”
“No!” he cut me off, his voice startled. When I lifted my head to look at him, he looked embarrassed but also earnest when he said, “I like it. Please fuck me until I can’t see straight. It’s our wedding night, after all.”
The smirk that accompanied his request drew a matching expression from me.
I let the conversation go for now, focusing on the needs of my bondmate.
I would make sure over the time we were together to reinforce that he was my equal.
No one was stronger than the other. For now, I would give him what he asked for, as I always strove to do.
“You want to be fucked until you can’t see, kolrav? I can do this for you.”
He beamed at me, but the smile faded and turned into something more sultry when I flipped him onto his stomach, then his hands and knees.
He groaned, wiggling his perfect behind at me in a silent demand.
I palmed it, smacking it once just to see his look of shock as he gaped at me over his shoulder.
He yelped when I used my grip on his hips to yank him to the edge of the bed. Standing behind him, I oiled my cock, rubbing the head against his hole until his body contorted with pleasure and his whining pleas became laced with desperation. Only then did I push inside him in one smooth motion.
“A-ah! Uttin!” Zakai gasped, his channel tightening around me. I had to pause for a few moments to not embarrass myself by coming too soon.
Drawing my hips back slowly, I listened to the sounds he made, readjusting the angle and thrusting inside him again until I found the perfect position.
He cried out, shoving his hips back to meet me again.
I kept this going for a little while, basking in the feel of the tight slickness wrapped around me, but he said he wanted to be fucked mindless.
While enjoyable, what we were doing now wouldn’t succeed in doing that.
Slipping an arm around his chest, I drew him upright, guiding his hands over his head and around my neck. He made a breathless sound of inquiry, but didn’t stop me. Careful not to cause him any injury, I slipped my hands around his thighs, lifting him off the bed and into my arms.
“Uttin!” Zakai cried, fingers tightening in my hair. He was helpless to do anything else. When I shifted my hips back and thrust back inside him, he wailed, back arching as I hit the key to his pleasure. “Uttin, Uttin, Uttin!”
“Ungh, yes, tavi. Let me hear you.”
With the tight grasp of his body on my cock and his sounds filling my ears, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
Especially not when he was so lost in pleasure, he didn’t seem to know what he was saying.
His words were babbled half in my tongue, half in his, with a few common tongue words thrown in there.
Sweat slicked our skin and my grip tightened to keep him where I wanted him, drawing more sounds from Zakai that made my eyelids flutter in an attempt to stop myself from losing control.
If I had the ability, I’d stroke his cock to put both of us out of our pleasurable misery.
One particularly hard thrust made Zakai choke on his babbles, a spurt of cum escaping his cock. I repeated the movement, watching as Zakai’s mouth opened in a silent scream, his channel tightening as he drew closer to his release. But he was fighting it, tormenting us both by dragging it out.
“Zakai…” I gritted out a warning. If he made me put him down to finish us off, I would spank his ass later.
“I-I love you!” he cried out.
Then, on my next thrust, he came with a scream of pleasure, his body gripping me so tight, it dragged my orgasm from me with such force, my knees went weak. I only had enough energy to carefully tumble us both to the bed before they gave out completely.
Zakai lay on his stomach, panting beside me, but refused to look at me. I knew it was because he was embarrassed—he took no joy in expressing his deeper feelings—but he had no reason to be. The gift he’d given me was an amazing bonding present.
Forcing him to turn over and look at me, I twined our legs together and pulled him tightly to my chest. He buried his face against me to hide, and I allowed it, knowing he needed to hear my words more than he needed to see me.
“You are my other half, tavi. There is no Uttin without Zakai. I love you too.”
I said it in both my language and his so he understood every word. And when he lifted his head, tears in his eyes, I captured his lips, telling him again without uttering another word. He was mine and I was his, and if I had anything to say about it, it would always be this way.