infringe | Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

He sighs happily, sliding his fingers in now to stretch Joshua with deliberate care. "Relax, darling," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Joshua's lower back. "I want you to enjoy yourself."

His fingers spread wider, scissoring just a little as he drinks in the sight of his husband falling apart piece by piece. He makes sure Joshua is positively squirming before he moves on, pumping himself a bit, smearing the wetness at the tip of his cock down along the shaft. Fuck, he can't wait any longer -

Alecto surges up, like a pale, warm breath misting in the cold, and drapes himself over Josh's body, sliding his hands down those strong arms - arms that build and haul and hold and provide - and presses his tongue to his husband's spine, licking down the line of it until Alecto reaches the back of his neck. He bites down on the skin there, some primal instinct driving his actions, while his hips work to position himself just right, driving his hard, throbbing cock into his husband's eager hole, slowly, inch by inch. He fucks him open a bit more jaggedly and desperately than he had planned to, little haphazard jerks of his hips as he tries to find the right angle to plow deeper, giving Joshua as much time as he needs to adjust, knowing the prep was a bit lacking, all human reasoning slowly slipping out of Alecto's mind as he gives into a more raw, animalistic side of him.

If Josh had words to offer, he would reassure Alecto that there was no possibility of anything else - that everything about this was perfect and enjoyable, that the mere thought of what was happening - Alecto staking such a physical, unmistakable claim on Josh, while Josh lay splayed atop his precious sealskin - was enough to make Josh breathless with want and need and blinding arousal. He doesn't hold anything back, given free rein like this - he moans and cries and whimpers with pleasure as Alecto stretches him, his body trembling with desire and overwhelming love.

His body opens for Alecto, practically straining in obedience to the physical demand of his cock driving into him. The feeling of Alecto's tongue dancing up along his back and spine, his hands on Josh's body, holding him down, the sting of his teeth, possessive and hungry, almost savage. Any pain he might have felt is quickly lost in the flood of sensation, tilting his hips up eagerly to try to help things along.

"Dearest-" he gasps, incoherent already, the sound wet with tears and spit and adoration. "Dearest I'm-"

"Don't stop," he begs, his body tensed against his own orgasm. "Please don't stop..."

Don't stop. Please don't stop. Alecto groans at that, eyes fluttering closed. His body seems to move without any explicit thought now, just instinct completely taking over as he snaps his hips forward, fucking into his husband with a blind need, chasing pleasure and release. His heart pounds in his chest, filled to the brim with nothing less than pure adoration, his fingers clenching tight around Joshua's own.

He's doing his best to hold out, to wait until -

He wails with urgency and desperation and turns to stifle the noise to avoid waking the children, only belatedly becoming aware that what he has his face buried in is Alecto's sealskin, the pristine white fur damp from his breath and his panting. The realization is accompanied by a spark of guilt and deep, illogical arousal, and he comes with another muffled cry, spilling his release onto the fur, his legs quivering with the force of his orgasm.

"More, dearest, please," he begs, incoherent with tears, straining around the length of Alecto's cock still buried inside him, his body greedy to continue being used for their mutual pleasure. "I want to be so full of you it leaks out of me when I move, I've never felt as close to you as this before - oh! Alecto, love, please... I need you, need this..." he buries his face in the silken soft pile of Alecto's fur, muffling his own words. Just the thought is almost enough to wind him up into another orgasm.

He finally slackens his jaw, pulls back to see the deep, red marks his teeth have dug into Joshua's skin. Alecto growls at the sight as well as the feeling of Joshua's hole clenching tight around him when he finally orgasms. All of his senses feel like they've caught fire, searing through him in waves of intensity, burning every rational thought away.

"Beautiful," he breathes, almost savagely as he thrusts particularly hard, shoving Joshua forward onto the furs beneath him, wet now with sweat and semen, smearing in equal measure against his husband's bare chest. The sight of it - the smell of it all too - makes Alecto moan raw like an animal. "You're so beautiful, my darling, all mine." Although his words are rough, his voice is consistently smooth like flowing water, a gentle melody.

His pace suddenly increases as he wraps his arms around Joshua, one hand clawing up around his throat, and pulls him upright in a surprising burst of strength, so that Joshua's back is pressed against his chest. With the help of gravity, Alecto continues to frantically fuck into his husband, his mate, relishing in this new, deeper angle, until finally, finally he reaches that cresting wave in the pit of his belly and comes with a near howl. It's so intense, his vision practically whites out, his mind buzzing with nonsensical static.

He yelps with the sudden shock of movement, but the feeling of Alecto pulling him back, fucking up into him, forcing Josh to balance precariously against the intrusion within him, fighting against grip and gravity to take Alecto in deeper is so intense that he sobs again with desperation, feeling unmoored from everything save Alecto at his back and beneath him, the softness against his bent shins, braced against eventually being separated.

Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

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