"Dean," Arion managed, his hands flexing against Dean’s grip. "Gods, Dean."
The rut was enhancing every sensation to a level that made Arion lose his mind. He felt Dean’s walls clamping down rhythmically on his cock, warm and silky smooth.
Dean grinned, purple eyes shining with heat, his blonde hair clinging to his forehead. "Losing your words, husband? Or just your mind?"
Arion’s only response was a guttural sound, half groan, half growl, as Dean deliberately clenched around him again. The scent of vetiver and mint-lemon was thick enough to taste, a heady cocktail of rut and heat that filled the room.
Dean leaned forward, the collar shifting against his throat. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "I want you to see who’s doing this to you."
Arion’s gold eyes, dark and wild with rut, locked onto Dean’s. The sight was his undoing. Dean, dominating and radiant, his body flushed with pleasure, his expression one of fierce concentration and unadulterated desire. He was a sight to behold, and he was riding Arion into oblivion.
"Like what you see?" Dean’s voice was a teasing purr, but his hips moved faster, his ass hitting Arion’s balls, swallowing him whole. "Because I sure adore this sight of you."
Arion moved his hands on Dean’s buttocks and slid his fingers between them, spreading his mate wider.
"Hah! Ah!..." Dean shuddered with pleasure when he felt the swelling of Arion’s knot forming. The sensation was a delicious pressure reaching deep inside him, slick dripping onto the sheets. His rhythm faltered for a moment, his body overwhelmed by the intensity of Arion hitting the right spot.
"Arion," he breathed, his voice a ragged whisper. "Gods, yes..."
Arion’s response was a low growl of satisfaction. His fingers tightened on Dean’s ass, holding him in place as the knot continued to swell, stretching Dean’s walls until they were taut with pleasure. The room seemed to spin, the scent of their combined rut and heat a dizzying haze that clouded their senses.
"Look at you," Arion murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, taking all of me."
Dean’s head fell back, his blonde hair clinging to his sweat-slicked forehead. His purple eyes were dark with pleasure, his lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy.
"More," he managed, his voice a desperate plea. "Please, Arion, more..."
Arion’s response was to shift his hips, driving his knot deeper into Dean’s body. The movement sent a jolt of pleasure through them both that left them gasping for air. Dean’s body convulsed, his orgasm crashing over him. He came with a hoarse cry, his body tightening around Arion’s knot as he spilled himself onto Arion’s chest.
Arion followed moments later, his own release triggered by the rhythmic clenching of Dean’s walls. He came with a guttural growl, his warmth flooding Dean’s insides as his knot swelled until nothing would come out.
"You know..." Dean’s words broke when Arion’s cock twitched inside of him, the smallest movement enough to make his whole body tense in protest. "Gods—stop that."
Arion only laughed, low and rough, the sound vibrating through Dean through the knot, tangled in the sheets and in each other’s pheromones.
"Fifteen minutes, my love."
Dean lifted his head just enough to glare at him.
It was not a very effective glare.
His hair was damp and clinging to his forehead, the collar at his throat gleaming faintly in the warm light, his skin flushed from heat and effort and a satisfaction that made his entire body feel too heavy and too sensitive at once.
Arion looked far too pleased with himself.
"I was trying to say," Dean continued, with as much dignity as one could manage while pinned in place by biology and marriage, "that we already had sex this morning."
Arion’s mouth curved. "And?"
Dean stared at him. "And one would believe you had enough."
"Never," Arion said, with a smile that promised far too much once the tie eased.
Dean’s eyes narrowed. "You said that like a threat."
"It was a vow."
Dean opened his mouth, reconsidered his thoughts, and closed it.
Then looked away, because Arion’s expression had become entirely too pleased, too warm, and too openly devoted for Dean’s dignity to survive direct exposure.
"You are a menace," Dean muttered.
Arion’s hands moved slowly over his back, soothing more than teasing now, though the smug curve of his mouth remained. "And yet?"
Dean sighed, exhausted, warm, and thoroughly trapped by a man he had chosen with his entire foolish heart.
"And yet," he said, "apparently I married you."
Arion kissed his temple. "Wise decision."
"Debatable."
"Beloved."
Dean’s face warmed.
"That word is unfair."
"Yes," Arion said, still smiling. "I know."
—
"I was lied to," Dean managed to say between moans.
Arion only hummed as he was eating Dean’s ass out, the sound a deep, satisfied vibration that traveled directly from Dean’s rim to his spine. His tongue was lapping and probing with an expertise that spoke of many hours spent figuring out what was making Dean fall apart. The fifteen minutes had passed, the knot had subsided, and Arion, true to his vow, had not given Dean a moment of peace.
"Lied to," Dean repeated, his voice cracking as Arion’s tongue circled his entrance. "You said... you said fifteen minutes. That is... that is a measurable unit of time. Not a... not a suggestion."
Arion pulled back just enough to speak, his breath warm and damp against Dean’s sensitive skin. "I measured it. It was precisely fifteen minutes. I am nothing if not a man of my word."
"You are a menace," Dean gasped, pushing back instinctively, seeking more of that mouth. "A menace with a very talented tongue and a complete disregard for the basic principles of temporal physics."
Arion chuckled, a low, predatory sound. "I have more important principles to attend to." He dove back in, his tongue breaching Dean’s rim, fucking him with slow strokes that made Dean’s cock, already hard again, ache against the sheets.
Dean buried his face in the pillows, a muffled cry escaping him. The heat was still pulsing beneath his skin, a constant, demanding hum that Arion expertly stoked into a blazing fire.
"Arion," he moaned, the name a prayer and a curse. "Please..."
"Please, what?" Arion murmured, his lips brushing against Dean’s entrance. "Please stop? Or please continue until you forget your own name?"
Dean couldn’t answer. He could only writhe and gasp as Arion’s tongue found that spot inside him, the one that made his vision blur and his toes curl. His hands fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white, his body arching into the pleasure.
"That’s what I thought," Arion said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He straightened up, his hands gripping Dean’s hips, pulling him up onto his knees. "Now, let’s see if you remember how to beg properly."
Dean looked over his shoulder, his purple eyes dark with desire. "You first," he challenged, his voice a husky whisper.
Arion’s response was a slow, predatory smile. He positioned himself at Dean’s entrance, the head of his cock teasing, just barely touching the rim. "As you wish, my love." He pushed in, slow and steady, stretching Dean’s walls until he was fully seated, his balls resting against Dean’s ass.
Dean cried out, his body convulsing around Arion’s length. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left him breathless. Arion began to move, his strokes long and deep, dragging his member against the walls, the veins making Dean shudder and twitch with each passing.
"Like this?" Arion asked, his voice a low murmur. "Is this what you wanted?"
Dean could only nod, his body too overwhelmed for words. He was completely at Arion’s mercy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Arion’s pace quickened, his strokes becoming harder, deeper, and more demanding. The room filled with the sounds of their sex, the slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, and their desperate moans. Dean’s body tightened, his orgasm building, white pleasure growing behind his eyes.
"Arion," he gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "I’m close..."
"Come for me, Dean," Arion commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel you."
Dean’s body obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him. He came with a hoarse cry, his body convulsing around Arion’s cock as he spilled himself onto the sheets. Arion followed moments later, his own release triggered by the rhythmic clenching of Dean’s walls. He came with a guttural groan his warmth flooding Dean’s insides as his knot began to swell once more.
They collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled and bodies slick with sweat. Arion’s arms came around Dean, holding him close as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal.
"I love you," Arion whispered, his voice hoarse.
Dean pressed closer, burying his face in Arion’s chest. "I love you too, but if I get pregnant from this, I’m going to exile you on a desert island never to be seen again."