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[hymen]

[ koby takes him like he was made for this. for him. born and bred and shaped to be a fantasy too perfect to be real. that kind of thinking is dangerous, he knows, but every time he’s flush against his soft, writhing body, pressed deep inside of him, he can’t help wanting to indulge to his fucking fill. to take. worse, koby offers it so willingly, the bite of his words at odds with his soaked cunt and arching hips. ]

No. [ the word comes out like sandpaper, surprising even embry himself that he’d answered at all. would he ask? he wants that to be no too, but he knows better. he knows he would, because the press of the knife is too tempting to resist, ash’s inevitable answer a sword gutting him wide open. he stills at the unexpected touch of koby’s fingers, tracing a line of fire along his jaw. ] I don’t want to talk to him about you.

[ a sudden, scathing truth. you’re mine, and i’m not sharing you with him. not when everything else in his life has been inexorably tied to ash, when his heart has been tied to him and he’s never had anything for himself. he leans down, bites another kiss to koby’s bee stung lips, his hips rocking again, this time with less of a punishing pace, though just as hard, just as deep. he groans against his mouth, breathing in deeply to stave off his cresting pleasure, gathering tightly at the base of his spine. ]

He doesn’t get to see this. You. [ in a voice twisted with thorny jealousy and lust — ] He doesn’t get to see what I see. He doesn’t get to kiss you. He doesn’t get to fuck you the way I do.

[ not like this. he slides his wet fingers from koby’s cunt so that he can grip his jaw, his thumb resting on koby’s cheek, tilting his face toward him as he moves his hips. embry’s gaze nearly shutters, his eyes neat slivers of cut ice surrounded by the dark frond of his lashes. ]

I’ll always remember. [ you. grinding against him, his breath comes out in a shudder, his mercurial anger seemingly gone, replaced with molten need. mesmerized by the broken open expression on koby’s face, cursed with it. it’s not personal with ash, not at those parties where his dick makes the rounds, but with embry — everything is personal. his bitterness. his growing obsessions. all of it so sharply felt, knives in his gut, thorns in his throat. ] There’s isn’t a thing about you that you can hide from me.

[ his hand moves from koby’s jaw to his throat, caressing his damp skin, feeling the flutter of his pulse. he tightens his grip, squeezing. ]

Come for me. Now.

[kobes]

[it’d probably be easier if embry didn’t have a fucking godtier cock and mouth like an angel and didn’t move like sin and kiss and kiss and kiss. koby would be able to keep his head, able to detach himself from the act of getting fucked so good it aches, fucked like he didn’t know was allowed for someone like him. it'd make it easier for him to lie and say this wasn't everything he's ever wanted.

cause there’s silk under his back and designer shampoo scenting his hair and the attorney general of the united states is gorgeous and hungry and satiating himself with the eager spread of koby’s legs, the shuddering grip of his cunt, filled so right, toe-curling goddamn romance novel kinda good. he doesn’t have to, doesn’t need to, embry’s not going to stop fucking him now unless he’s the literal devil, but koby’s not a pillow princess on principle, damn it, and if he’s getting good dick, he’s giving good pussy in return, so he arches his hips and works against embry’s deep, thick, raw thrusts and squeezes tight and throbbing around his perfect cock to make his breath shudder and stutter, to undo him.

and embry says no and he doesn’t get to see this, and it’s not an act how koby’s whole body shudders, how his hazy eyes go bright, raw, snapped open like he’d been back at the party, embry threatening to call alvida. and he still could, he could change his mind, send koby away, back, abandon him once he’s bored and – he will, he will, hisses the darkest, most aching parts of him. koby surrenders the most vulnerable core of himself and it’ll end up shattered, because that’s what happens to boys like him.

but now – now embry’s kissing him greedy and messy, now embry’s grabbing his jaw, fingers slick from koby’s own cunt, lifting his face and there’s no hiding, no escaping, and i’ll always remember sears like a brand and koby doesn’t look away, doesn’t try to escape, surrenders, surrenders as long as he can, one hand clutching embry’s shirt, the other sinking into his hair, and he’s gone, gone, gone. he’s nothing but need, but want, but satisfaction found in embry moore staking his claim and looking him in the eyes like he matters.]

Okay. [soft, nearly tender, told he’ll be flayed open and seen completely and not caring, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of embry’s neck, like there’s a risk he’ll look away. the hand slips to his throat and koby’s sky-blue eyes go hazy, heavy-lidded, arching up to press the pulse, the gasp, the breath of him into embry’s grasp and he squeezes and for me and there isn’t a thing koby wouldn’t, right then, anything, anything, and he’ll hate himself for it in the morning, but right then he comes undone, comes apart, comes on embry’s cock with a choked-off, pleading, sobbing sound that’s almost his name.

and it’s – good, god, it’s good, but it’s almost over which means – and koby’s knees hook over embry’s hips and his grip tightens and he’s shuddering and shivering and soaking embry’s cock, and all he can think is – don’t go, not yet, not yet. and it doesn’t come out like that, but the hand in embry’s hair moves, clumsy-soft against his neck, curling there in a silent, clutching gesture that koby scarcely realizes he’s doing. stay stay stay it pleads, silent, desperate.]