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He shifted a little, wiggling his hips.
He would be sorer than Colden tomorrow.

"I would need to.. Uh..." He sighed softly. "I would need to put my blood inside of you."

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Colden wrinkled his nose, "Alright," he replied slowly, "And how would that happen?"

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He smiled softly.

"The most comfortable way would for me to bite myself, get a finger wet, and then.. Uh..." He gestured to Colden's hips.

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The blonde blinked at him, quiet for a few seconds, "Uh, I think I'd rather take my chances with being sore. That sounds weird."

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Asher hauled himself up, propping himself above his lover. He made a sudden entrance, his entire length filling Colden.

"Mm - you're going to be very, very sore." His hips snapped back, slowly sliding back forwards. He rolled his hips, touching Colden's prostate.

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Colden's breath hitched and his body shuddered, "Now look whose the a**h***," the blonde hissed, his lower back muscles tensed up.

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Asher's face bent towards Colden's. "But yours is so much prettier." He moaned quietly, beginning to truly thrust, to feel his head brush the prostate, push into it, release.

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Colden was about to retort, but his words were lost in a moan. He snapped his hips down against Asher, purposefully bending in a way that it hit his prostate. He brought his head up and captured Asher's lips firmly.

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Asher's hips stilled before he really got into it.

His head pushed into Colden's prostate each and every time he thrust himself into his lover.

His eyes squeezed tight, fingers twisting in the sheets, wild groans spilling into Colden's mouth.

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Colden gasped and bit down on Asher's bottom lip. He wrapped his legs around his waist and thrust his fingers through the other's hair, "Oh god...Asher.."

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Asher threw back his head, fingernails digging into the bed as he thrust.

His eyes were wide open, showing dark silver depths more animal than human.

His hips rocked forwards, stilled, rocked backwards.

"SCREAM FOR ME!" It was a command, and his hips stilled, though they swiveled so he was still touching Colden's prostate.

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Colden's lips curved into a frown and he moved his hips, "M-More!" he begged, tugging at Asher's hair.

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Asher ducked his head, nibbling on Colden's pouting bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth, rubbing the flesh with his tongue.

His hips rolled backwards, stilled, just his head inside of Colden before rushing forwards again so fast, so hard, that the bed nearly collapsed.
"I said scream, Colden. Scream for pleasure, for my meat inside of you." Hips still moving in that teasing, easy manner, Asher slid his body lower down Colden's, licking his nipples.

Colden had moaned the first time.

Time to see if he could make him scream for the pleasure of Asher's mouth on his nipple.

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Maybe it was pride, but Colden never considered himself a screamer. Asher wanted it, but could he really scream for it? Seemed a bit...degrading.

The pressure on his nipple was making his head spin and Colden whimpered, "Not a s-screamer!" He yelped, grinding his hips desperately.

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Asher glanced up at him through thick eyelashes and even thicker red-black hair.

"That was enough."

He raised his head, closed his eyes, stilled, and began.

It was fire - fire in his groin, fire in his heart, fire in his mind.

It nearly overrode him as he stroked his meat inside of Colden.

He didn't want to hurt his lover, and this was how he knew not to.

To control the beast, to let it out through dangerously controlled sex.

His hips drew nearer Colden's, then slid slowly back. His breathing was trembling, and he didn't give up.

Time to slow down, to give Colden a breath.

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Colden reached up for him, cupping the back of his neck and bringing him down for a searing kiss. He was panting against his lips, body overstimulated by all the sex.

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Colden reached up for him, cupping the back of his neck and bringing him down for a searing kiss. He was panting against his lips, body overstimulated by all the sex.

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He moaned into the kiss, body trembling from the effort.

Asher finally gave up, kissing him long and deep while his meat buried deep inside of Colden, then reared back out, slamming into him.

The bed was trembling, and a few of the posts fell off, along with the broken headboard.

He didn't give a shit.

His hands were bloody from gripping the headboard, one piece of wood sliced deep into his palm. He still didn't give a shit, body rearing as he finally, finally, spent himself.

His hand, the clean one, reached down, wrapping itself around Colden's length, pumping him furiously.

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Colden's fingernails dug into his back, nearly drawing blood as he yelled out, voice straining.

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Asher bowed his head, groaning as he continued to pump Colden's length, ruthlessly trying to make him climax.