Ji-Su rubbed a palm over Raul’s chest, lightly flicking at his nipple ring. “I’m really turned on right now.” Shifting restlessly in Raul’s lap, he leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his throat. “Feels like you gave me an overdose of your pleasure venom.”
“Couldn’t help it. You taste so good that it drives me a little crazy.”
He undid the rest of the buttons on the shirt Ji-Su wore and pushed it all the way off. “Look at you. You’re very pretty.” Golden skin and small, tight nipples, and his gorgeous cock rising up from his neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. Raul moved Ji-Su to lay on the bed. He ran his gaze down Ji-Su’s naked torso. When he reached his hip, he stopped. There were bruises there. Purple marks staining his lovely golden skin. Raul reached out to touch them and the marks perfectly matched with his fingertips. “I bruised you.”
Ji-Su looked down at the marks and shrugged.
“It happens sometimes. It’s fine.”
Regret swirled within Raul. “I know and I’m sorry. I need to be more careful.”
Ji-Su smiled. “Don’t be silly. You’re always careful with me. More than you need to be. I’m not made of glass and I won’t break.”
Raul traced his fingers over the bruises again. “I can’t help but worry that with my size and strength I might hurt you by mistake.”
“Do you want to hurt me?”
“No.” That wasn’t even a thought in his mind. Did he sometimes want to let go and be a little rough with Ji-Su? Yes. But actually hurt him? Never.
“Then I trust you not to,” Ji-Su said with easy acceptance.
That stunned Raul. He’d had previous lovers who nervously cautioned him not to go too hard when they were in bed together. But Ji-Su had no fear when it came to his strength. “I love the way you trust me.”
“You’ve never given me any reason not to.” He reached up and brushed his fingers through Raul’s hair. “My gentle giant.”
“Yours?”
Ji-Su’s eyes went wide. ‘I didn’t mean... I know you’re not actually mine. We only have a con—.”
Raul kissed him, cutting him off before he could say the word contract. “Do you want me to be yours?” His heart pounded as he waited for Ji-Su’s answer. Selfishly, he was glad Ji-Su couldn’t hear it even though he could easily hear his with no problem. It was currently racing with nerves.
Ji-Su licked his lips before they curved in a small, shy smile.
“I think so.”
“I want you to be mine too.”
Raul wanted to say more but he held himself back. As much as he wanted to lock it down and start making plans for Ji-Su to permanently move in, this wasn’t the right time for Ji-Su to make big decisions. Not while he was under the influence of his pleasure venom.
“We’re going to talk about this later. But for now, let me finish making you feel good.”
“I prepped myself before you came home. I figured you wouldn’t want to wait after feeding.”
“You were right.” He was always hard as stone and desperate to fuck Ji-Su after drinking his blood. Raul slid on top of his lover, nudging his thighs open so he could rest between them. He pressed the head of his cock to Ji-Su’s entrance where he was indeed already slick and stretched. All it took was one strong push of his hips and he sank into him with an easy glide. His eyes drifted half closed at the overwhelmingly perfect sensation of being buried deep inside his lover. “Fuck, you feel good.”
With his pet’s blood filling him with strength and power and the new knowledge that Ji-Su thought of him as his, the tight grip he had on his control slipped. He growled and slammed into Ji-Su hard once, then again and again. Ji-Su gasped. At the small sound, Raul realized what he was doing and immediately stopped moving.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.” Ji-Su reached up to hold onto to Raul’s biceps. “It felt good.”
Raul shook his head. He might not have hurt Ji-Su but he could have. Taking a deep breath, he got himself back under control. Raul resumed moving, but made sure to keep his thrusts slow and easy. Hewouldbe careful with his delicate lover.
A frown briefly touched between Ji-Su’s brows before it smoothed away and he closed his eyes. Moaning softly, Ji-Su let his arms fall and come to rest above his head on the pillow.
Raul wanted to grip Ji-Su’s wrists, hold them pressed to the mattress while he fucked him. But the bones were so fine he worried he’d crush them. He grabbed on to the slats of the headboard instead. He kept fucking Ji-Su, sliding deep inside him with a slow, steady rhythm. As he resisted touching Ji-Su, his grip on the headboard grew tighter and tighter. The wood creaked in protest until both slats snapped in two with a loudcrack.
Ji-Su’s eyes flew open.