The guttural roar tore from Ansh’s throat, a raw, unfiltered sound of pure release. Jai felt it as much as heard it, the vibration thrumming through Ansh’s chest and into his own. Ansh’s hips stuttered, pressing impossibly deeper, locking them together as pulse after hot, wet pulse flooded Jai’s depths. It seemed to go on forever, a seemingly endless torrent of possession that filled him, warmed him, branded him from the inside out.
Jai’s own climax was a distant echo compared to the overwhelming sensation of being claimed so completely. He could only lie there, breathless, pinned by Ansh’s weight, feeling the aftershocks rock through both their bodies.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their harsh, ragged breathing slowly settling. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint, nutty hint of almond oil.
Ansh didn’t pull out. He remained buried to the hilt, his softening cock still a heavy, plug-like presence inside Jai. He shifted his weight slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Jai. His dark eyes were heavy-lidded, sated, but still held that unsettling, possessive intensity.
“Look at you,” Ansh murmured, his voice husky and spent. He brushed a thumb over Jai’s bottom lip. “Absolutely fucking wrecked. My perfect, used-up boy.”
He lowered his head, and his mouth found Jai’s. This kiss was different. It wasn’t the frantic, biting clash from minutes before. It was slow. Tender. A deep, exploring kiss that spoke of a connection that went far deeper than the physical frenzy. Jai melted into it, his hands coming up to cradle Ansh’s jaw, his fingers tracing the rough stubble there. He lost himself in the slide of their tongues, in the shared taste of their exertions, in the astonishing intimacy of being kissed so thoroughly while still so thoroughly filled.
When Ansh finally broke the kiss, he didn’t go far. He rested his forehead against Jai’s, their breath mingling.
“You feel that?” Ansh whispered, his voice a low vibration between them. His hand slid down Jai’s side, coming to rest low on his abdomen, his fingers splaying wide. “Right there. That’s my cum. Pumped so deep inside you it’s gotta be swimming right up against your fucking womb, Jai. You feel how warm it is?”
Jai could. A profound, internal heat was spreading through his core, a liquid weight that seemed to anchor him to the spot. He gave a weak, shaky nod.
“Good,” Ansh said, a note of dark satisfaction in his tone. He shifted his hips, a minute, grinding motion that made Jai gasp as the oversensitive nerves sparked back to life. A fresh trickle of fluid seeped out around the base of Ansh’s cock, a warm spill against his skin. “Fuck, it’s still coming out. You’re so full of me you can’t even hold it all.”
He leaned down again, capturing Jai’s mouth in another searing kiss. This one was hungrier, more insistent, as if the feel of his own release leaking from Jai had reignited something in him. His tongue plunged into Jai’s mouth, mimicking the possession he’d just achieved lower down.
Jai moaned into the kiss, his body responding instantly. He was sore, oversensitive, utterly spent, but the raw magnetism of this man, the sheer psychological power of what they were doing, had his blood heating all over again. He could feel Ansh stirring inside him, a faint but definite hardening that made his eyes fly open in shock.
Ansh broke the kiss, a wicked smirk playing on his swollen lips. “What’s the matter? You think one load is enough? You think I’m done marking what’s mine?” He rolled his hips again, a deliberate, circular motion that made Jai whimper. “I told you. It’s not a risk. It’s a promise. And I keep my promises.”
He pulled out.
The sensation was staggering. A sudden, hollow emptiness followed by a hot, gushing flood as Ansh’s release poured out of him, soaking the sheets beneath them. Jai cried out at the loss, at the obscene, wet feeling of it.
Ansh’s eyes were glued to the sight, his expression one of rapt, filthy fascination. “Look at that,” he breathed, his voice thick with renewed arousal. He hooked his hands under Jai’s knees, pushing his legs back up and apart, exposing him completely. “Look at my cum just fucking pouring out of you. Wasting itself. That’s not what it’s for.”
He knelt between Jai’s splayed legs, his cock already mostly hard again, jutting out proud and demanding. He used his thumbs to spread Jai open wider, watching the evidence of their coupling dribble out. “It’s for staying in. For taking root.”
Before Jai could process what was happening, Ansh lowered his head.
The feel of Ansh’s tongue, hot and broad and impossibly intimate, lapping at his sensitive, stretched rim, made Jai jolt as if electrocuted. A broken, shattered sound escaped him.
“Ansh… what are you… oh my god…”
“Cleaning up my mess,” Ansh growled against his skin, his tongue delving, tasting, reclaiming. “Getting it ready for round two. You taste incredible. You taste like us.” His tongue pressed inside, fucking into him with shallow, relentless thrusts, collecting his own release and pushing it back in.
The degradation of it, the sheer animalistic possessiveness of the act, sent Jai spiraling. His cock, which had softened, was now rock hard and aching against his stomach, leaking precum onto his skin. He was babbling, pleading, words without meaning, just a stream of desperate sounds.
Ansh pulled back, his chin glistening. He rose up over Jai, his eyes burning with a feverish light. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against Jai’s wet, thoroughly violated entrance.
“You’re gonna take every fucking drop this time, Jai,” he promised, his voice a dark vow. “You’re not gonna spill a single one. You’re gonna keep it all. For me.”
He pushed forward, and Jai’s world dissolved into a white-hot haze of sensation. The stretch was exquisite, a familiar burn that was now a homecoming. Ansh seated himself fully, sheathing his renewed, hardened length in the warm, slick channel he’d already claimed.
He didn’t move. He just stayed there, buried, his weight pressing down, ensuring nothing could escape.
“You feel that?” he whispered into the shell of Jai’s ear. “It’s all still in there. My first load. And now…” He rocked his hips, a tiny, infinitesimal movement that made Jai see stars. “Now I’m gonna give it a friend.”
The slow, torturous grind of Ansh’s hips was its own unique form of agony. Jai was so full, so impossibly stretched and packed with the man above him, that the slightest movement sent shattering waves of sensation through his entire body. Ansh wasn’t fucking him; he was possessing him, claiming the space within him with a stillness that was somehow more intense than the previous frantic pounding.
“Just breathe through it, Jai,” Ansh murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Jai’s ear. His voice was a low, controlled hum that vibrated through their connected bodies. “Feel how deep I am. My first load is warming you up for the second. You’re a fucking incubator for my cum, you know that? A perfect, warm, tight little incubator.”
Jai could only whimper, a broken, airy sound. He felt delirious, his mind swimming in a sea of endorphins and the sheer, overwhelming reality of Ansh. He clenched instinctively around the thick intrusion, and the resulting spark of pleasure-pain made his toes curl.
A dark, gratified chuckle rumbled in Ansh’s chest. “Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze me. Milk me. Show me how much you love being my breeding ground.”
He finally began to move, but it was nothing like before. It was a slow, deliberate, deep rolling of his hips, a circular grinding motion that ensured the head of his cock massaged every overstimulated nerve inside Jai. It was a calculated, intimate torture designed to overwhelm without offering the frantic pace needed for a quick release.
“You think about it yet?” Ansh breathed, his mouth trailing down to suck a dark mark onto Jai’s collarbone. “What happens if this takes? If my sperm finds its mark and makes a home in you?”
“I… I can’t think,” Jai gasped, his hands scrabbling at Ansh’s broad back.
“Try,” Ansh commanded, his voice losing none of its softness yet gaining an undeniable edge of steel. He shifted his angle minutely, and the resulting electric shock to Jai’s prostate made him cry out. “Think about it. Your flat stomach, round and full with my child. My fucking kid growing inside you. Would you like that, Jai? Would you like to be permanently marked as mine, for everyone to see?”
The visual was so potent, so terrifyingly real, that it stole the air from Jai’s lungs. It was the ultimate claim, the final surrender. A sob caught in his throat. “Yes,” he choked out, the word torn from a place he didn’t know he had. “God, yes, Ansh. I want it.”
“Tell me why,” Ansh growled, his rhythm never faltering, that slow, devastating grind continuing to unravel Jai thread by thread.
“Because I’m yours!” Jai cried, his back arching off the bed. “Only yours! This body is yours to use, to fill, to fucking breed! I want everyone to know it! I want to feel it every second of every day!”
A feral, triumphant sound escaped Ansh. He captured Jai’s mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing his desperate cries. This kiss was all tongue and teeth and possession, a mirror of the carnal act below. When he broke away, both of them were breathless.
“Then take it,” Ansh whispered, his voice ragged with his own escalating need. “Take every fucking drop. Don’t you dare spill a single one.”
His pace began to quicken, the slow grind evolving into deeper, more purposeful thrusts. He was chasing his peak now, and he was taking Jai with him. Jai could feel the tension coiling at the base of his own spine, a familiar pressure building despite his cock being utterly ignored between them.
“I’m gonna come,” Ansh warned, his control finally beginning to fracture. His thrusts became harder, faster, a punishing rhythm that slammed Jai up the bed. “I’m gonna pump another load so deep inside you it’ll never find its way out. You’re gonna feel me for days, Jai. You’re gonna feel this fuck for the rest of your fucking life.”
His words were the final trigger. Jai’s climax crashed over him without a single touch to his cock, a devastating, full-body convulsion that ripped a silent scream from his throat. His vision whited out as his channel clamped down viscously around Ansh’s pistoning cock, milking him, pulling his release from him.
With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the room, Ansh drove home one final, brutal time, sealing them together. Jai could feel the hot, pulsing flood, a second wave of liquid heat joining the first, a profound warmth spreading through his core. Ansh collapsed on top of him, his full weight pressing down, a heavy, sweaty blanket ensuring his claim remained lodged deep inside.
They lay like that for what felt like an eternity, connected, breathing in ragged sync. Ansh’s face was buried in the crook of Jai’s neck, his breath hot against Jai’s damp skin.
Slowly, carefully, Ansh shifted. He pulled out, and Jai gasped at the sudden, hollow emptiness, followed immediately by the sensation of a slow, warm trickle. Ansh moved down Jai’s body, his eyes dark and intent. He didn’t use his hands. He used his mouth, his tongue lapping at Jai’s spent cock, cleaning him with a shocking tenderness before moving lower.
Jai jolted when he felt that hot, wet tongue against his oversensitive, leaking entrance. “Ansh… fuck…”
“Shhh,” Ansh murmured against his skin, his hands holding Jai’s hips still. “Just keeping my property where it belongs.” His tongue pressed against him, not delving inside, but forming a seal, a preventative barrier against any further loss. The intimacy of the act was more shocking than any fuck. Jai’s head fell back against the pillows, a broken moan escaping him as tears of overwhelm finally leaked from the corners of his eyes.
Ansh finally rose, kissing his way back up Jai’s trembling body. He paused to lick a stray tear from Jai’s cheek, his expression unreadable. He settled beside him, pulling Jai tightly against his chest, one hand splayed low on Jai’s abdomen, holding him close.
“It’s all still in there,” Ansh whispered into his hair, his voice thick with sated possession. “Both loads. Swimming right where they’re supposed to be.” He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jai’s temple. “You did so good. You took it all like you were made for it.”
Jai nuzzled into his chest, too exhausted, too overwhelmed to speak. The heat in his core was a constant, low hum. The promise felt terrifyingly, exhilaratingly real.
Ansh’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the dim room. He reached for it, his arm not leaving its place around Jai. He typed a quick message, his thumb moving efficiently, then tossed the phone aside.
He turned back to Jai, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. “The guys are asking where I am. Told them I’m busy claiming what’s mine.” His hand slid from Jai’s stomach down to his thigh, gripping it firmly. “They’re gonna want to see you eventually, you know. See who finally made me.
