Arion's teeth were locked in his neck, his knot was locked in his ass, and his cum was a scalding flood deep inside Dean's body. Dean's own release was a cooling mess on his stomach and table beneath them. He trembled, his muscles twitching with the aftershocks, his hole fluttering weakly around the thick, swollen knot.
Arion's breathing was ragged against his skin. Slowly, the tension in his jaw eased. He released Dean's gland, licking over the throbbing, punctured skin with a rough, possessive swipe of his tongue. A low, satisfied rumble vibrated through his chest and into Dean's back.
"Mine," Arion growled, the word muffled against Dean's neck.
Dean could only manage a weak, breathless sound of agreement.
The table beneath them creaked ominously.
Arion shifted his weight, his arms sliding under Dean's body. He lifted them both, Dean still penetrated by his knot.
Dean cried out, the movement sending a fresh, dizzying jolt of sensation through his oversensitive body.
