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Lyr moans. He opens his mouth and takes Damon. In one long slide. He should go slower, he knows. He should make himself go slower. He should savour this. But he can’t, he can’t. He’s wanted it too long. He has been dreaming of this moment, unsure if it would ever come. He takes the full length of Damon’s cock down his throat and makes a deep sound of pleasure.

Damon’s cock, in his mouth. Finally.

Lyr’s own cock is hard, Lyr wants to curl a fist around it but he also wants to give Damon his full attention. He slides his mouth halfway up and then sinks back down, taking Damon so deep it makes his eyes prickle.

Above Lyr, Damon breaks like a dam as Lyr takes him deep. He growls and grabs Lyr’s hair. He tangles his hands in the strands, pulling tight enough to send sparkling pain and pleasure through Lyr’s scalp. Damon makes an animal sound as he holds Lyr’s head in place and fucks up into his mouth in two deep punishing thrusts, so savage they make Lyr almost spend on himself. And then Damon pulls his cock free and drops to his knees to kiss Lyr. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry. I wish I could be more gentle. I ache for you so much. It is hard not to, not to just take…”

“Shush,” Lyr says. “Please, don’t hold back. Be rough. I want you to. Please. You can do whatever you want to a pleasure slave. I want you to use me so.”

Damon makes a low sound of arousal deep in his throat. Lyr can feel Damon’s body against his. Bare skin to bare skin. He wants to drown in it.

“I want to fuck you,” Damon says. “Can I fuck you? I want to be inside you.”

“I told you, anything,” Lyr replies, voice cracking over his desire. “But if you fuck me, do it roughly, like you own me and care nothing for my will.”

Damon makes a soft sound as he spreads Lyr down on the earth. He feels like a wanton, open thing. Damon kneels between Lyr’s spread legs and Lyr makes a shocked sound as Damon bends his head to lick Lyr’s hole.

The feel of it, wet and warm, dragging over Lyr’s sensitive flesh is like a bolt of lightning. Lyr’s cock swells, so hard it feels like it's burning. Lyr squeals with the filthy pleasure of it. Damon’s tongue. Damon’s tongue there.

Damon slides his tongue slowly, again and again, making sounds of pleasure as if Lyr is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

Lyr writhes, incoherent. Lost in wave after wave of intense, pure sensation. No one has ever done such a thing to him before. He’s been fucked, but not by anyone who had any care for his pleasure. Damon is not like that. Damon lavishes attention on Lyr’s hole. He spends a long time licking Lyr open with a wide flat tongue, while Lyr whimpers and whines, his cock weeping a pool of desire onto his belly. More pleasure rocks through him with every languid touch of Damon’s tongue, until Lyr thinks Damon could fuck him with that tongue. It’s so big and good. He’d like it inside him.

But more than that. He realises he wants something else inside him. He stops whimpering and moaning long enough to sob out, “Master, please. Fuck me.”

Damon growls against Lyr’s hole before he lifts his head. “Say that again.” His voice is a rough whisper.

“Master, please” Lyr gasps, “No more or I will spend on your tongue.”

Damon makes a low, needy sound as if he would not be at all adverse to Lyr doing just that.

Lyr says, “Please. Fuck me, please.”

Damon puts a hand between Lyr’s legs. He’s wet there from Damon’s mouth, but Damon’s fingers slide in easily. They’re oiled, Lyr notices. It makes something deep in his belly thump with pleasure, to think that Damon came prepared for this. Came ready to fuck him with oil to open him ready for use.

Damon slides one finger in and out then adds a second. Lyr whimpers. “Please, Master, don’t make me wait.”

“You know it’s big, slave,” Damon says, sounding a little amused at the idea.

“I know,” Lyr groans. “Be rough. I want to feel it. Please. I want to feel it for a long time after.”

Damon doesn’t need telling again. He frees his fingers and moves to cover Lyr.

He kisses Lyr deeply and he slides inside in a rush of a stretch and a brief spark of pain. Lyr feels like he’s coming apart as Damon’s cock breaches him and then in a slow thrust, breaks him open, like he’ll never come back together again.

“Slave,” Damon says roughly as he draws out and slides back in, stretching Lyr, filling him with a luxurious, helpless pleasure. “I want you so much. I will take you hard.”

“Master. You can do anything you want, but please, yes. Please. Hard. Make me feel owned.”

Damon groans and snaps his hips. It’s all power then. The immense power of Damon’s body, every bit of his strength, focused on fucking Lyr relentlessly hard. Lyr’s back drags against the earth. His own cock is throbbing and pulsing between their bodies. Lyr cries out and Damon slams into him, deeper and deeper. Lyr rolls his head against the ground, whimpering pleasure before Damon catches his mouth and sinks his tongue in deep.

As he captures Lyr’s mouth, he captures Lyr’s wrists too, holding them on the ground above his head. Lyr is fixed in place as surely as he would be if Damon had nailed him down. He could no more get free of Damon’s grip than he could touch the stars.

It takes only a few more vicious thrusts for Damon to groan loudly and bellow like a dying animal as he comes inside Lyr. It’s that sound that twists Lyr’s guts hard and pleasure bolts through him too.

He follows Damon into spending, only a heartbeat behind, the runes on his chest, glowing bright as burning coals.

After, Damon pulls Lyr into his big arms and holds him, kissing his face, murmuring his name. “Lyr.” It sounds so sweet in his low, refined, Artemian voice. “Lyr, are you sore? Are you hurt?”