Clenching around Jun.
Sucking on his shaft.
Begging for cum.
Wanting to be filled.
Wanting his baby.
And it pushed Jun over the edge.
He shuddered and latched on to Miles, burying his nose in the crook of his neck where the scent of his heat was the strongest as an orgasm ripped through him that made him lose all sense of self. There was only pleasure left—the delectable resistance of Miles’s body as his knot swelled and locked them together, and the ecstasy of emptying himself into a hot, tight hole.
“So good,” he praised in a whisper against Miles’s neck as Miles twitched and panted beneath him, still coming on Jun’s cock despite having shot his load. “Such a good boy, taking it like that and letting it in so deep. Gonna knock you up, baby. Not gonna stop until your heat ends and I know you’re mine.”
Miles whined and rubbed himself on the base of Jun’s cock, taking his knot deeper and coaxing more cum out of him that shot up to join the rest. They would be locked together for the next ten to fifteen minutes, but Jun didn’t let that stop him from using what limited movement he had to buck up inside of Miles, pushing his cum as deep as he could.
With it there, even after he left, Miles would still be his.
He spent several minutes in this pursuit, lazily thrusting and prolonging Miles’s orgasm. It was only when Miles was calm and quiet that he slowed to a stop and let their bodies rest. It would be another five or so minutes until his knot went down, which was a perfect amount of time to prepare for what would happen next.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, gently directing Miles’s head to the side so they could kiss. Miles was receptive, but was meek and kittenish following his orgasm, and his kiss was sweeter than it was incendiary. Which was fine. Jun matched his mood and made out with him in that same slow, sweet way, teasing his nipples and caressing his belly until his knot had shrunk enough to allow them to part. Loathing having to do it, but doing it anyway, Jun pulled out and broke the kiss. He began to crawl backward down the bed.
“Where are you going?” Miles asked, sounding heartbroken, like he thought Jun was getting ready to leave.
Jun stopped just short of Miles’s belly button and arched a brow flirtatiously.
“Did you not hear me before?” he asked. “I told you—we’re not stopping until I know you’re mine.” He sank a little lower and swirled his tongue around Miles’s tip. “I’m not done breedingyou yet, baby. Won’t be until your heat is over. But maybe, if we’re lucky, you’ll get pregnant for me after round two.”
A persistent buzz woke Jun before the sun had risen the next morning. He groaned and buried his face in the pillows, desperately wanting to go back to sleep… and eventually, his stubbornness won.
The buzzing stopped.
Everything was quiet.
Then the buzzing started again.
Jun exhaled in frustration and opened his eyes to a dark room. The air was chilly, but beneath the blankets it was cozy due to Jun’s own trapped body heat and the soft, warm body that was pressed up against him.
Miles.
He was deeply asleep, his lips parted slightly and his curls having fallen angelically over his eyes. One of his arms was loosely draped over Jun’s hip, like he couldn’t bear the thought of Jun having to go.
He wasn’t the only one.
The scent of Miles’s heat was milder this morning—maybe his suppressants were finally taking effect?—but even without pheromonal influence, Jun found himself unwilling to leave thebed. His night with Miles had been amazing. The sex had been good, but there was more to it than that. Jun was enamored with this curious little creature who seemed so contradictory. It didn’t seem possible that someone like Miles could go from stammering and dodging his gaze to fearlessly taking what he wanted, yet that was the reality of what had happened, and it was captivating.
Jun had never met anyone like him before.
Wistfully, he thought he would never meet anyone like him again.
Bzzz.
Round three of the buzzing had arrived, and without an end in sight, Jun had no choice but to slip out from beneath Miles’s arm and leave the warmth of the bed to find the culprit. It didn’t take long. He followed the source of the noise to his jeans, which were puddled on the floor.
The buzzing was his phone, which was on silent twenty-four seven—he must have put it on vibrate yesterday when exchanging messages with Miles.
Not wanting it to wake Miles, he fished it out of his pocket to silence it and immediately wished he hadn’t. The buzzing was alerting him to an incoming call from none other than Sammy.
