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mouth, that pleasure.
Lips closing around the tip, Dove sucked, the pressure of that mouth tight, hard. It was almost pain, but it was so fucking good.
"You bastard. Need you. Driving me crazy." Mac twisted, pulled hard. "Bought sounds to fuck my prick, and it doesn't work. It isn't like with you."
Pulling off him, Dove growled. "That's my fucking job. Not yours."
"Bought huge plugs. Cock rings." He was going to push and push.
Dove's dark eyes met his. "You shouldn't have done that."
"I needed." And the alternative was finding someone else, and that wasn't going to happen. He was Dove's boy.
"We'll figure something out. Later." Two fingers pushed into his hole, the invasion immediate, fucking intense.
He clenched, his eyes crossing from the sensation. "Oh, fuck yes."
Dove's fingers spread, then pushed deep again, catching his gland. Mac gasped as he rolled up, the action catching his shoulders. Dove's free hand landed on his chest, pushed down.
"Goddamn it!" Mac flexed, his body on fire. "Dove. Sir. Come on."
"Come on?" Dove asked.
"I... I need. Please."
Dove pushed his fingers in harder, lighting Mac up inside over and over.
"Yeah..." Oh, he was gonna shoot, was gonna blow, so hard.
"No coming." How the fuck did Dove always know?
Mac shook his head. He was gonna. He was. Damn it.
Grabbing his balls, Dove yanked on them. "I said no coming."
Mac's teeth clacked together, his focus razor sharp.
"Better." Dove's fingers pushed in again, three this time.
Mac panted. "Fucking hate that I need this."
Dove's fingers stilled, eyes hard when they met his.
"I jack off, wanting it to be your hand. I dream about you." He gave the words to Dove like a gift.
"I can order you not to jack off," Dove told him.
"No man can do that."
Dove got up for a moment, coming back to bed with a little band of leather.
"Dove?" Mac stared, confused as hell. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Tying your cock and balls, gonna make you look obscene for me." Dove's hands dragged over his legs, spread him wide enough his thigh muscles screamed.
The leather looped around his balls, then his cock, Dove drawing it tight. The dull ache spread through Mac and he twisted, one leg drawing up high.
"Gonna give you something you'll never forget." God, the promises Dove made. And kept. Three fingers pushed back into him, slick with lube.
Dove always did do things to him he never forgot. Dove had taught him more about his body than he thought he could learn. Another finger pushed in with the other three, spreading him wider than he'd been stretched since the season had started.
"D...dove."
"Sir." The single word was bitten out.
"Sir."
Nodding, Dove pushed those fingers in deep, hitting his gland. His lips parted and he couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything. Dove's grin was bright in his face. The pressure on Mac's gland made him mad, the pleasure too big. And Dove kept pushing it again and again.
"I..." Mac sobbed softly, legs kicking. His heart raced, his exhausted muscles screamed.
"Almost there." Dove kept watching him as those fingers disappeared and more lube was applied. Then Dove's fingers were back, only it was bigger now, huge.
Mac stilled, staring, fighting to breathe.
Dove held his gaze even as that whole hand pushed into him, stretching him wider than he could fucking believe. This sound tore out of him, pushed out of his lungs.
Nodding, Dove kept on stretching him, hand going deeper. "That's it. Let it all out."
He couldn't hold anything in. He screamed for Dove, moaned and cried, the pressure inside him huge. Suddenly Dove's hand was inside him, his body closing tight around his lover's wrist. Oh, god. Oh Fuck.
"Dove." He pulled on the belt, the headboard screaming.
"I've got you. Holding you in my hand so you can just let go."
He sobbed softly, fighting to breathe. Dove's fingers moved inside him, touched his gland.
"I can't..." He couldn't think, couldn't do this.
"My hand is inside you -- you can do anything ."
Lips closing around the tip, Dove sucked, the pressure of that mouth tight, hard. It was almost pain, but it was so fucking good.
"You bastard. Need you. Driving me crazy." Mac twisted, pulled hard. "Bought sounds to fuck my prick, and it doesn't work. It isn't like with you."
Pulling off him, Dove growled. "That's my fucking job. Not yours."
"Bought huge plugs. Cock rings." He was going to push and push.
Dove's dark eyes met his. "You shouldn't have done that."
"I needed." And the alternative was finding someone else, and that wasn't going to happen. He was Dove's boy.
"We'll figure something out. Later." Two fingers pushed into his hole, the invasion immediate, fucking intense.
He clenched, his eyes crossing from the sensation. "Oh, fuck yes."
Dove's fingers spread, then pushed deep again, catching his gland. Mac gasped as he rolled up, the action catching his shoulders. Dove's free hand landed on his chest, pushed down.
"Goddamn it!" Mac flexed, his body on fire. "Dove. Sir. Come on."
"Come on?" Dove asked.
"I... I need. Please."
Dove pushed his fingers in harder, lighting Mac up inside over and over.
"Yeah..." Oh, he was gonna shoot, was gonna blow, so hard.
"No coming." How the fuck did Dove always know?
Mac shook his head. He was gonna. He was. Damn it.
Grabbing his balls, Dove yanked on them. "I said no coming."
Mac's teeth clacked together, his focus razor sharp.
"Better." Dove's fingers pushed in again, three this time.
Mac panted. "Fucking hate that I need this."
Dove's fingers stilled, eyes hard when they met his.
"I jack off, wanting it to be your hand. I dream about you." He gave the words to Dove like a gift.
"I can order you not to jack off," Dove told him.
"No man can do that."
Dove got up for a moment, coming back to bed with a little band of leather.
"Dove?" Mac stared, confused as hell. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Tying your cock and balls, gonna make you look obscene for me." Dove's hands dragged over his legs, spread him wide enough his thigh muscles screamed.
The leather looped around his balls, then his cock, Dove drawing it tight. The dull ache spread through Mac and he twisted, one leg drawing up high.
"Gonna give you something you'll never forget." God, the promises Dove made. And kept. Three fingers pushed back into him, slick with lube.
Dove always did do things to him he never forgot. Dove had taught him more about his body than he thought he could learn. Another finger pushed in with the other three, spreading him wider than he'd been stretched since the season had started.
"D...dove."
"Sir." The single word was bitten out.
"Sir."
Nodding, Dove pushed those fingers in deep, hitting his gland. His lips parted and he couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything. Dove's grin was bright in his face. The pressure on Mac's gland made him mad, the pleasure too big. And Dove kept pushing it again and again.
"I..." Mac sobbed softly, legs kicking. His heart raced, his exhausted muscles screamed.
"Almost there." Dove kept watching him as those fingers disappeared and more lube was applied. Then Dove's fingers were back, only it was bigger now, huge.
Mac stilled, staring, fighting to breathe.
Dove held his gaze even as that whole hand pushed into him, stretching him wider than he could fucking believe. This sound tore out of him, pushed out of his lungs.
Nodding, Dove kept on stretching him, hand going deeper. "That's it. Let it all out."
He couldn't hold anything in. He screamed for Dove, moaned and cried, the pressure inside him huge. Suddenly Dove's hand was inside him, his body closing tight around his lover's wrist. Oh, god. Oh Fuck.
"Dove." He pulled on the belt, the headboard screaming.
"I've got you. Holding you in my hand so you can just let go."
He sobbed softly, fighting to breathe. Dove's fingers moved inside him, touched his gland.
"I can't..." He couldn't think, couldn't do this.
"My hand is inside you -- you can do anything ."
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