Duke blew another raspberry there, then another, until Nat grew hard, the lace stretching against his stiff length. Duke flipped Nat onto his front and blew raspberries on both his asscheeks. He pulled aside Nat’s panties, pried open his cheeks, and blew a raspberry right against his hole.
The vibrations felt good. Nat moaned, pushing his hips up. Duke laughed and held him down, blowing more raspberries there, except they turned into quick flicks of his tongue.
It didn’t take long for Nat to writhe, his hole wet with slick and Duke’s spit, stretched around three of Duke’s fingers.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment?” Nat moaned.
“Do youwanta punishment?”
“No!”
“Hmm.” Duke crooked his fingers against Nat’s prostate, sending him arching against the bed.
“Fuck, fuck!” Nat clutched at the sheets.
“I can think of a punishment.” Duke pulled his fingers out, letting the lace panties slip back over Nat’s hole. Nat whimpered.
Except Duke covered Nat with his body and slid aside his panties again. Then a familiar blunt tip pushed against his hole, and drove all the way in.
Nat came with a scream, clenching around Duke.
“My cock is extremely overachieving,” Duke whispered in Nat’s ear, giving him a few hard thrusts. “I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon.”
“I’m going to come my brains out,” Nat moaned.
“Good.” Duke nuzzled the crook of Nat’s shoulder and sank his teeth in, breaking skin.
It was a bonding bite.
Nat came again without warning, scrabbling against the bed. “Oh gods!”
Duke had claimed him. Permanently. Nat couldn’t stop coming, he was so hard.
“Take my cock, sweetheart,” Duke growled, pushing in deep. He licked his bonding mark; Nat whined and went pliant in his arms, his body completely Duke’s.
“I want your knots!”
“I’ll give them to you.” Duke increased the force of his thrusts, pounding against Nat’s prostate so he couldn’t stop coming, on and on until Duke’s strokes went uneven and he snarled, shoving every last inch into Nat.
His knots swelled. And he bit Nat on the other side of his neck—another bonding mark.
Nat came so hard, he blacked out.
When he came to, Duke was rolling his hips, massaging Nat’s prostate with his knots. Nat was still coming; he whimpered and raised his hips, trying to get Duke deeper even though he knew he couldn’t.
“So lovely,” Duke whispered in his ear. “Your body’s trying to suck down every last drop of my cum. Want another baby inside you, sweetheart? I’ll try my best to knock you up again.”
Nat pressed his face against the pillows and moaned. “Breed me.”
“Fuck!” Duke’s cock jerked inside him. More warmth flooded Nat.
Duke began to grind his knots against Nat’s prostate. Nat wheezed, screaming into the pillows as Duke worked him through several more orgasms, until he could no longer keep his eyes open.
Duke slowed down, gathering Nat into his arms and kissing whatever he could reach. “So gorgeous, Nat. My mate. Mine.”
“Mmm,” Nat said, falling unconscious.
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