Chapter 27 Courtship #2
To finish off the surprise, he pulled down the shirt, hiding his ass.
The dill frond almost fell out when he walked. He stuffed it back between his cheeks and waddled over to the door, opening it.
Crush stood on the other side, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Killian drew a deep breath. “Once upon a time, your mouth and my mouth connected to form a tunnel between our bodies. But it wasn’t just any tunnel; it was a tunnel of love and bodily fluids.
It was a tunnel where sea monsters lashed at each other to become the Parasite Supreme.
Then they bred each other to make tongue babies, and now you and I have also made babies in the tunnel of my butt. ”
Crush stared. His mouth curved into a delighted grin. “Is that a pickup line, sweetheart?”
Killian nodded, his face red. “You wanted one.”
“I did?” Crush opened his mouth, but forgot to speak when his gaze drifted down the rest of Killian. He froze. “Did you just...?”
Carefully, Crush cupped Killian’s face and tipped his head back. Down Killian’s throat, written in purple ink, was “Crush” on repeat. Those words disappeared beneath the baggy shirt and continued down Killian’s arms; they were all over his legs too.
“Sweetheart,” Crush whispered, suddenly breathless.
Killian beamed. “Surprise?”
“Is it under my shirt, too?” Crush growled, his voice rough. His pupils were dilating, his scent growing musky.
Killian wriggled. “You’ll have to see it for yourself.”
Crush snarled and swept Killian off his feet, carrying him over to the bed. Despite his brutish behavior, he set Killian down gently, facing him, and lifted the shirt.
His name was all over Killian’s chest and belly. Crush traced each of them reverently, thumbing Killian’s nipples and cupping his round belly. Then he caught Killian’s cock with his fingers, stroking down its length. “‘Belongs to Crush.’ You sure, sweetheart?”
Killian nodded, growing hard. “I can’t ever have enough of you touching me.”
Crush purred. He knelt between Killian’s legs and leaned in, pressing kisses up Killian’s inner thighs, kissing the skin of Killian’s sac. “Did you write my name everywhere?”
“Not on my back, that was really hard to reach. But I think I got to most places.”
Crush’s eyebrows shot up. He fondled Killian’s cock and lifted his balls, his fingers slipping behind the tight sac. Crush looked down. “Is that a stem—?”
He rid Killian of the shirt, then helped Killian around onto all fours. Crush inhaled sharply. Then he snorted. “You stuck dill between your cheeks?”
“You like dill. It’s supposed to be like those romantic scenes where someone bites a rose stalk between their teeth, but I thought you would appreciate this more.
” Killian blushed. “I was gonna stick it into my hole, but I don’t know if you’d want to open me up and find a wad of dill in there. That sounds weird.”
Crush growled loudly. “This is perfect. You are fucking perfect.”
He took the dill frond and swept it lightly all over Killian’s body, tickling him with it. Then he brushed it over Killian’s cock and balls, and Killian moaned.
“You like that, huh?” Crush growled, petting Killian’s sensitive length with the feathery leaves. Killian clutched the bedsheets, growing wet.
“D-don’t tease!”
“You kept me waiting for two hours!” Crush covered Killian’s body with his own, kissing his neck and shoulders. He pressed kisses down Killian’s spine and pulled the feathery dill leaves between Killian’s cheeks, so they flicked against his hole.
Crush dropped several kisses on Killian’s ass. Then he spread Killian’s cheeks, and his breath punched out. “Fuck.”
“You like?” Killian looked back hopefully, his hole fluttering.
“You...” Crush carefully traced the words around Killian’s hole.
Belongs to Crush forever.
“You said I could propose with any ring!” Killian blurted.
Crush froze again. Then he snapped his gaze up to Killian. “Y-you’re proposing to me?”
“Yes?” Killian cringed. “I mean, yes! I’m certain about it! Wait. I think I was supposed to say ‘I love you’ first. Damn it! I mixed things up!”
Crush sucked in a slow breath. “You love me?”
“Yes! Like a sponge loves water! Or like my mouth loves my foot.” Killian buried his face in his hands and groaned. “This is the worst love confession ever.”
A quiet laugh. “Sweetheart, it’s the best love confession ever, because it came from you.” Crush surged up, kissing Killian hard on the lips. “I love you. You know I do.”
Killian nodded. “Yeah. You look at me like... like I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen. No one else has ever looked at me like that.”
“Because you’re so special, bunny rabbit. Everyone else is missing out, but I don’t care. You’re mine.” Crush kissed him again, scooping Killian onto his lap and kissing him deeply. “I thought you were waiting for me to propose. But I wasn’t sure if you were ready.”
“I am!” Killian said, wriggling. “So ready.”
“Wait. So the ring...”
“Is my hole,” Killian said sheepishly. “Pinks said it’s better than an actual ring! You can wear my ring whenever you want.”
Crush growled loudly. “Fuck. Don’t mind if I wear it right now.”
Killian moaned. “You know it fits perfectly.”
Crush groaned and thrust his tongue deeply into Killian’s mouth.
Then he positioned Killian back on all fours and made himself comfortable between Killian’s legs, spreading Killian’s cheeks to drop kisses on his hole.
Killian whined. Crush gave his hole a filthy kiss, sliding his tongue in and out, licking him inside.
He shifted his tongue briefly—so it was long and flat, pushing even deeper.
“Are you w-wearing it on your tongue?” Killian sobbed, needing to come.
“On my fingers too.” Crush pushed two fingers in alongside his tongue, massaging Killian’s sweet spot so he shuddered and came. Then he kept up the massage, milking Killian until he was shaking above a puddle of cum and slick, drool soaking into the sheets.
“Please, please,” Killian whimpered. “I want your cock.”
“Always so hungry for my big, thick cock, sweetheart,” Crush murmured. He gave Killian’s hole a final kiss, then covered Killian’s body with his own. He thrust his precum-slick cock between Killian’s cheeks, grinding it against his hole. “Mine.”
Killian reached back, spreading himself. Crush cursed and notched his tip against Killian’s entrance; precum shot into him. Then he pushed in, and Killian stopped breathing.
“Your cock is the best cock in the world,” Killian wheezed.
“Yeah?” Crush thrust into him several times, his length throbbing against Killian’s inner walls. “Feel how big you make me, sweetheart? Every single inch of me is yours.” He fucked in more roughly. Killian’s eyes rolled back. “I think your ring fits me perfectly. Like it was meant to be mine.”
He held Killian down and snapped his hips forward, pushing deep. It went on for a long time, until Killian shook and drooled all over the bed, his cock aching for release.
“Let me come,” Killian begged.
Crush wrapped his fist loosely around Killian’s pulsing length. “I want to mark you.”
His teeth scraped against the base of Killian’s neck, where his skin was unmarked.
Killian’s breath hitched. “Please. I’m yours.”
Crush growled and sank his teeth into Killian’s skin, breaking it. Pain and pleasure twisted down his nerves. He was Crush’s now.
Killian came hard, his body clenching around Crush’s cock. Crush swore and pounded into him, his cock swelling, moments before he came. Warmth flooded Killian; Crush’s knot locked inside him, tying them together.
Crush didn’t stop there. He pressed several kisses all over Killian’s shoulders, continuing to rock inside him, grinding down onto Killian’s prostate so he shook and came, and came again.
By the time Crush stopped, Killian was a limp mess on the bed, sweaty and sated, his limbs loose.
“This is the best ring,” Crush murmured, wrapping himself around Killian like an octopus.
“I told my friends I’m never gonna be tight again.”
Crush laughed. “You haven’t been tight for a while, sweetheart. Ever since that day we met.”
Killian groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “I can’t say I like being loose, but I really like being stuffed full of you. It feels right. Like the puzzle pieces finally fit together.”
“Imagine a jigsaw puzzle with cock-shaped pieces.” Crush snorted.
“I would play it.”
“I’m sure you’d greatly enjoy it. While I’m fitting my puzzle piece into yours.”
Killian giggled. “You’d make me jizz all over the pieces. It would be bad.”
“So bad, it’s good.”
They snuggled with each other, Crush’s hand wandering all over Killian’s belly.
“Hey, have you felt anyone kicking today?” Crush asked.
“Mm-hm. You were busy being locked out of the room.”
Crush growled. “No more locking yourself into rooms.”
“I was trying not to spoil your surprise!” Killian covered Crush’s hand with his own, though, moving it closer to where he’d felt the kick. “Can you tell how many heartbeats there are?”
Crush shook his head. “They’re all fast. Throw in multiples, and it’s hard to tell.”
He rubbed Killian’s belly. Then someone kicked hard. “Oof!”
“I felt that!” Crush propped himself up on an elbow, looking so excited that Killian’s heart swelled. “Think they’ll kick again?”
“I hope so.”
Crush tried to lean closer to Killian’s belly, growling when his knot tugged against Killian’s rim.
“Damn it. I’m not flexible enough to kiss your belly from here.
” He pressed several kisses to his palm and rubbed them into Killian’s belly instead.
“This will have to do for now. Never thought I’d be cursing the day we were stuck together like this. ”
“As long as your family doesn’t burst in while we’re knotted,” Killian said dryly.
“I can invite them here right now!” Hansel yelled.
“No!” Crush and Killian yelled back.