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Sweat clung to the back of Illuga's neck, his body wound tight with desperation as he watched his mate lower himself onto his cock.
Flins’ hair, cascading over his back and drooping down onto Illuga’s sides, tickled and warmed the skin as he rocked. Illuga leaned into the kiss when Flins lurched forward. Hovering and then twisting down to meet his hips, his mate bit at his mouth, fangs catching at his lips.
Illuga couldn’t knot him tonight, not with the knot lock toy strapped on, but he’d been through this enough times. Their cycles hadn’t synced, and while he could feel the building need to breed him, he it wouldn’t happen. The toy strapped to the base of his cock currently plugging up his mate, however, probably felt divine from the sounds Flins was making.
He never thought he’d be jealous of a piece of plastic. It was a fleeting, humiliating thought, but enough of one that his mouth opened before his brain could catch up.
“Is – is it good?”
“Yes…yes,” he groaned. Clenching heat sent shivers rocketing up Illuga’s spine, body a canvas for the cum that leaked and spurted over his stomach. Flins collapsed shortly after, body rocking and shaking with the aftershocks, cock feebly adding to the mess it was sliding through as his mate gripped him.
Heat haze clearing from his mind, Flins shakily lifted himself off Illuga, whines falling into his shoulder as he slipped free. He rolled them, one leg falling open and cushioning Illuga as he grumbled at the manhandling. “You rolled me into your mess.”
Flins opened one eye and looked down his nose.
“You say this as though you aren’t going to flood me in two days’ time.”
Illuga flushed, his scent flaring out in wave of possessiveness, before burying his face into Flins’ neck to get at his mark. “I always say I’m sorry, don’t I?”
“And I always say you don’t have to apologize,” exhaustion dripped from his voice, a yawn forcing open his mouth wider as Illuga lapped at the scar. “Sleep. Now.”
A few half-irritated growls at the combined mess being ignored later, Flins was sleeping soundly with his alpha on top of him. They always had tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.