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Floor rushed up below him in a rush of sound and color.
All the air left his lungs when his back was thrown against the mats, punched out of him in one sharp stunning thud. Before Jake even thought to draw another breath—weight followed after it, a hand slamming around his neck, immense and sudden, pinning him fixed there on the reeds.
Above him, Miles came into view. Crowding over him, dark as storm-heavy cloud, completely blotting out the amber of the firelight. It slipped in broken ribbons across the expanse of cerulean-pale, the broad line of his shoulders, the sharp glint of his teeth hidden inside something that wasn’t, so to say, a smile. Fingers closed in around his throat, counting the beats, feeling the frantic rhythm of his pulse beneath them. His other hand shoved Jake’s left thigh open so high the muscles burned hot white, palm digging into flesh until the skin threatened to break.
Jake pushed against him on instinct, trying to buck him off, twisting around the stifling pressure of his body, but all for naught. Miles simply was too big. He settled only deeper into the cradle of his hips, letting a low sound out—patient as tidewater, immovable as stone. One thick thigh forced its way between them, driving Jake’s right leg in the opposite direction, spreading him fully wide and bare. Cool air hit wet heat and Jake cursed himself aloud for reacting.
“Still got fight in you, huh, Jake?”
Blurred by the heat, the words came rough and dangerous, vibrating through his skin.
“After all this time… and you actually think you can win.”
Jake’s body answered way too quickly to the closeness of him. The smell of smoke and sweat and night air clinging to his rind—overwhelming this up close, cramming the thoughts clean out his head and leaving nothing if he let it.
A sprawling hand palmed one of his plump breasts, kneading hard enough to make him arch and forcing breath to catch low in his throat. And then—a sudden pinch, pain flaring bright and sharp and cutting through the haze.
“Would you look at that…” Miles murmured right into his skin. “Tits out, cunt drippin’. You really are just a desperate little whore under all that tough-skin you like to put on.”
At once, two fingers pushed inside, sliding through his folds with no resistance, with no warning. They curled immediately, sinking deep on the first thrust, stretching him open. Jake’s back bowed off the floor, a choked sound tearing from his throat.
Soft laughter ghosted through the dark between them.
No let-up was allowed; Miles gave him no time to adjust. He pumped his fingers hard and fast, the friction building suffocating pressure and more heat. Wet sounds filled the silence, filthy and vulgar, swallowed now and then by Jake’s uneven breathing. Third finger forced its way in, blazing and carving wider, and Jake’s legs jerked in blind reflex.
“Fuck— get off me—” he tried to snarl, shoving at the wall of chest above.
Miles only shoved his fingers deeper still and sneered down at him. That mean, mocking sound always made something wild loosen low in Jake’s guts.
“You don’t get to tell me no anymore, Jake.”
Sudden absence of that stretch left an aching, hollow chill, and Jake clenched around nothing. It lasted only for a beat. The thick, flushed head of Miles’s cock dragged hot and heavy across his swollen folds, catching the clit before pressing against the entrance.
Miles locked a hand over the crest of Jake’s hip with iron force and pushed.
The first thrust was blunt, uncompromising as it tore through him and sunk inside, urging his cunt to swallow the intolerable girth. Miles kept going until the pressure felt entirely consuming, sinking to the root and filling him up to the very brim. Somewhere beyond the daze, reality collapsed around them, leaving only breath and friction and this tight, hot weight.
Halfway out, then halfway in, and Miles stopped only long enough to look at him. Dark heavy eyes, burning with lust, glowing with cruel relish. Even half-filled, the bulge still showed across Jake’s belly, pressing against the deepest parts of him and altering his very flesh.
“Still so fuckin’ tight,” Miles breathed hard. “No matter how many times I fuck this cunt.”
Next movement knocked the voice from Jake entirely.
It shoved him harder on the floor, back scraping rough against the weave. Miles pulled back until only the head remained inside, then bottomed out again completely, claiming the rest of space in a seamless motion, hips flush against Jake’s ass.
Low groan uncoiled from Miles’s chest.
“Fuck, take it,” he muttered against Jake’s neck. “Hold it right there. Don’t move.”
After that, the rhythm took over.
Lewd slaps of skin on skin crowded the scene, loud and obscene. Miles held him down, his strength supreme, and drove home into him, brushing against each tender spot with thorough, non-stop plunges. Every thrust made Jake’s breasts bounce, nipples tight and aching from the handling just before. The heavy cadence of their bodies meeting pinned him harder to the floor, erasing any gap between them.
Jake hissed and bucked and clawed beneath him, desperate to break the bind and throw Miles off. Nails scraped red into the massive shoulders, raking sharp lines across striped hide, earning nothing but another mocking laugh as Miles slammed in even harder.
“Think that hurts me, kitten?” His fangs grazed Jake’s ear. “Cute. Keep fightin’. Only makes this cunt clench around me tighter.”
One heavy hand wrapped around Jake’s neck again, firm enough to turn his breathing shallow, squeezing until the world went blurry at the corners. Pulse fluttered wildly beneath his palm as Miles used the grip as leverage, yanking him back onto his cock with every thrust.
Jake’s thighs trembled from the unrelenting impact. He could feel the thick bulge shifting, moving under the strained skin of his lower belly each time Miles bottomed deep in him. The visible distortion made his insides coil with shame and heat and wanton slick.
“Get… the fuck… off me,” Jake choked out between thrusts, voice torn apart and hoarse.
The hold on his throat tightened, while the other hand wrenched Jake’s leg higher, folding him open wider so Miles could fuck him fully. New angle made Jake’s eyes roll back, broken moans dissolving into heady air.
“No,” Miles hissed into his ear. “You know you belong under me, Jake. Ain’t gonna let you get away this time.”
He pounded into Jake, driving forward in long, liquid slides, wet noises taking over the entire room. Jake’s body kept defying him, spilling out more lube and coating Miles’s shaft, welcoming the violence even as it burned. Jake could feel the force of him from everywhere, surrounding him, pressing into him, smothering every attempt to pull away.
All of a sudden, Miles pulled out completely, flipped Jake onto his stomach and shoved back in from behind in one vicious thrust, planting his full weight down until Jake lay flat beneath him, chest to back, enveloped.
Jake barely had time to catch himself, hands fumbling weakly on the mats, before Miles grabbed his wrists in one enormous hand and pinned them high above his head, stretching him out like a canvas.
“Stay down,” he rasped against the back of Jake’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til the only thing left inside your head is my cock.”
Then he began moving again, slower but heavier, grinding in deep, exhaustive circles and making Jake feel every inch. The heavy bulk of Miles’s balls slammed evenly against his aching opening, sending sparks of forbidden pleasure shimmering through him.
Hot breath scraped against his ear, words coming harsh and rough, patient in their lack of pity.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
Jake locked his jaw stubbornly shut, refusing.
Miles slammed in particularly hard.
“I said… tell me who the fuck you belong to, Jake.”
The grip on his wrists tightened, hips boring down in heavy swings that sent him into fevered haze.
“Say it,” Miles snarled at him, fangs catching the responsive skin on Jake’s nape. “Who owns this cunt?”
Jake held still against the onslaught, forehead pressed flat into the fibers, and squeezed a hostile, ragged growl through his clenched teeth: “Fuck you.”
Everything froze for half a second.
Then Miles laughed with dangerous delight. Without warning he brought his broad hand down across Jake’s cheek, snapping his head aside. A flash of rose heat bloomed there instantly.
“Wrong answer, honey,” he said softly.
Another slap followed soon after, now on the other cheek. Before Jake could even blink, Miles yanked his head back by the hair, forcing his spine to arch into a painful bow as he buried himself in one uncompromising thrust.
“Try again,” Miles muttered, working his girth against that devastating spot inside him. “Who owns this drippin’, helpless cunt?”
Jake hissed through the pain and crushing fullness, but still he didn’t answer.
Miles’s hand cracked across his face a third time, harder, the sting instantly melting into a searing warmth. Then that large hand wrapped back around his throat and squeezed, tighter than before, cutting the air down to thin, strangled chokes.
“You wanna play stubborn?” he snapped, wrenching Jake’s throat high up to keep his spine locked in a rigid curve. “Fine. I’ll fuck the answer out of you.”
Miles started ramming him with renewed violence. His wrists still pinned flat to the floor, spine bent in agonizing angle, breasts thrown into a frantic bounce with every savage plunge, completely out of his control—until his entire body was nothing but hollow space for Miles to fill.
Heat spiraled through him in humiliating waves, pooling low, no matter how much he fought to stay angry.
“Say it, Jake,” Miles spat, fangs catching the edge of his ear. “Say who owns this cunt before I really start hurtin’ you.”
Jake’s breathing came apart in sharp and shallow gasps—almost hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling back too fast, like he was caught under a sweeping tide. Heart pounded so violently he could feel it thudding in his throat, his temples, and behind his eyes as it vibrated through his every limb. Everything was too harsh, too bright, too much—each slap still tingling on his cheeks, the crushing weight of Miles’s body pressing him into the weave, and the endless, brutal pull of that thick cock splitting him open without pause.
Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes and slipped free, trailing down his flushed face while his body reeled from the sheer friction-shock. It was a heavy, blinding saturation of the senses, a total override that teetered on the very edge, shattering what little still remained there of his reason.
Suddenly, the suffocating grip on his throat vanished. In the same breath Miles seized Jake’s queue instead, twisting the braid around his fist and hauling it into a vicious tilt. Jake’s head snapped back, spine bowing painfully once more as he was forced to drag his watering eyes upward to meet a calculating, ruthless stare.
“Jake,” Miles whispered, tone ominous with warning. “Now.”
Finally, a broken sound clawed its way out of Jake’s throat.
“Fuck— please...” he gasped, voice splintered. “You—it’s you… you own it.”
Miles let out a rumbling growl that rolled through both their bodies like softened thunder.
“That’s right,” he ground out, maintaining the hard pressure of his hips. “This cunt belongs to me. Say it again.”
Jake’s voice came out shredded, barely recognizable:
“This cunt belongs to you… It’s yours.”
Miles groaned in satisfaction and rewarded him with an especially deep thrust, locking their hips together flush. Slowly, the tight grip on Jake’s hair slackened, hand sliding away to let his head glide limply back onto the reeds.
“Such a good little bitch,” Miles breathed, the air leaving his lungs in a long, exhausted sigh. He rested his forehead against the back of Jake’s neck, murmuring low into his skin: “Now, was that so hard?”
Jake made a faint, half-hearted huff that melted right into the mats as he let his frame go lax beneath the weight pinning him down.
Miles pulled in one more ragged lungful of air, and sunk his teeth into the muscle on the neck. Jake hissed—the bite heavy enough to leave a mark—but swallowed the rest of it.
With a pleased, dark laugh, Miles pushed himself up on his palms, lifting his chest and freeing his hips so he could move without restriction. He started driving back in with fresh vigor, each shove slamming Jake’s pelvis flat into the floor, rough fibers scraping raw against his chest and belly. The movements dragged his torso up and down, nipples chafed raw under the rub, breasts crushed beneath his weight, until every single slide became a grating, overstimulated ache. The sounds filled the space again, loud and messy now. Slick coated Miles’s cock and dripped in glinting rivulets down Jake’s trembling thighs.
Miles released his wrists only to glide both hands under his body. One claimed a heavy breast, pinching the nipple, the other slipped between his parted legs, fingers finding the plumped clit and rubbing it in rhythmic strokes.
The dual stimulation made Jake shiver. His cunt fluttered around the large cock spearing him, wringing a groan from Miles’s chest.
“Fuck—yes—” he croaked, the sound a crude, unpolished rattle. “Squeeze around me… just like that.”
He fucked Jake with a fierce intensity, fast and almost feral, his breathing growing ragged, thrusts losing rhythm, turning desperate and erratic.
“That’s— fuck, that’s it, Jake—” he growled, voice rough. “I’m… I’m gonna—ah—”
Jake tried to twist away one final time, but Miles slammed him back down and drove in as deep as he could go.
With a guttural snarl, Miles came.
Dense, endless spills packed flush inside Jake’s womb—rope after rope and simply, critically, too much. He could feel his belly swelling from the sheer volume of it, the liquid warmth flooding within him. But Miles wasn’t finished.
The base of his cock began to swell.
The knot inflated rapidly, stretching Jake’s already abused hole even wider, locking them together with a sickening, wet suction. Sudden pressure made Jake choke, his walls spasming helplessly around the massive width. It swelled bigger and bigger, sealing every drop of cum inside and tying them together tightly with no hope left to escape.
Miles groaned long and loud, grinding his hips in tiny movements, somehow working the knot deeper inside. Every subtle shift sent fresh, blinding sparks through Jake’s overstuffed cunt.
“Fuck… good girl,” Miles panted, voice heavy with release. “Stuck on my knot like a proper breedin’ bitch.”
One hand slid down his sweat-slicked body, pressing firmly on the bulge as the last spurts of cum emptied through him. Miles leaned down, chest heaving on his back, the massive body covering Jake’s wholly.
For a long minute, only their ragged breathing filled the space.
Then Miles exhaled a mocking chuckle against the back of Jake’s neck—amused, if not surprised.
“Still holding out?”
Reaching beneath Jake’s pelvis, he let his fingers trail over the flushed, soaked folds.
“Look how wet you are,” Miles murmured, words forced through his spent chest. “And still you’re tryin’ to fight it. So be it. If you wanna be that stubborn, we’ll stay pinned right here ‘til you break.”
With short, plowing rolls, he began to move again. The knot stirred the ridiculous amount of cum trapped deep within, sloshing the load indecently with every lazy movement. The pressure he felt was crushing and unbearable, too full.
Jake’s hands curled into fists, wrists straining uselessly against the reeds.
“Stop… fuck—I can’t…” he moaned brokenly, voice hoarse.
“You can,” Miles growled in his ear. “You can take all that I give you, can’t you Jake? You can keep it safe for me.”
One hand remained flat on his belly, feeling the knot moving inside, while the other slipped under to rub relentless circles over his aching clit.
Jake wanted to resist—gritting his teeth and going stiff—but Miles’s constant, merciless assault… it was more than he could ever hope to withstand.
Pleasure struck him like a lightning underwater.
Seizing up completely, Jake’s whole body went rigid, cunt clenching hard around the massive knot as an overwhelming wave rushed through him. From his throat ripped out a primal, jagged sound. His thighs jerked automatically while slick and cum gushed out around the tight seal of the knot.
Miles let out a breathy groan, still grinding through it.
“Yes—” he choked out, voice spent, and dropped heavily against the back of Jake’s neck. “All of it… right into the womb… beautiful.”
The hand refused to ease off, dragging out Jake’s orgasm until he was left shaking, whimpering and overstimulated. Only when Jake’s body finally went limp beneath him did Miles slow his movements, still locked deep.
They stayed like that, tied by the base and panting hard into the dark.
Miles’s weight pressed him against the damp fibers of the weave, and soon the heat began to seep. Chill nipped at their perspiring skin, clashing with warmth still fused between their hips. Moments slid away in perfect stillness.
Then came the change.
Tension melted from the muscles, all of Miles’s bearing switching a full one-eighty. The hand that pinned him down slid up to cup his face instead, thumb brushing gently over his flushed cheekbone.
His voice softened, when it came. Whisper wrecked, stripped of performance, and filled with an old, profound devotion.
“…Hey. Baby, you okay?”
Miles pressed a slow kiss to the still tender bite mark on his shoulder, then to the back of his sore neck, arms fastening around him in protective reverence.
“Color, sweetheart?” he muttered, barely above a ruffle of a breath. “Talk to me.”
For a moment he stayed frozen, waiting for a confirmation, or at least a noncommittal hum. But the exhaustion taking over Jake was so complete he couldn’t speak, too good to even think.
Miles sighed shakily and let his weight collapse, draping heavy over Jake’s entire frame in a sheltering, firm bear hug.
“Jake… color?” he asked once more, real voice returning, soft and loving. Worried. “You still with me?”
Forcing past his lips a long and shuddering exhale, walls still twitching on the knot, Jake finally found his words again.
“…Green,” he rasped. “I’m green. Fuck.”
An incredulous, warm laugh of pure relief erupted from Miles’s chest, slightly dazed. He dropped his forehead flat against the nape of Jake’s neck, simply absorbing the reality that they were in.
“God…” he murmured, voice entirely spent, as he nuzzled into Jake’s sweat-damp hair. “You did so fuckin’ well for me, my love. Took every single bit of it so well.”
The hands on him turned impossibly gentle. One slowly stroked a line down Jake’s side while the other cleared the tangled strands of hair off his face. Nothing was left of the Colonel’s harsh shadow. This was just Miles again. His Miles.
“Hear that?” he whispered, lips brushing the edge of Jake’s ear. “Nothin’. Don’t even remember the last time the nest was this quiet.” Miles pressed a brief kiss to his temple. “And since the kids are out ‘til tomorrow… ain’t nothin’ left for me to do but ruin you.”
Jake could only breathe a faint, soft hum, his eyes remaining shut. It was a weak and quiet sound, but rich with mirth and pleased amusement that offered zero fight.
Carefully, Miles eased his weight to give Jake space, bracing his palms and helping him onto his side, then flat onto his back, without breaking their connection. Jake hissed at the discomfort as the knot shifted within him, nudging a tender spot. Instantly, Miles soothed the ache, scattering a myriad of little kisses along his rigid jaw.
Once the ache let go, Jake locked his legs around the broader waist, pulling Miles down and inviting the full weight of his body to sink against him until they were entangled on the floor, arms wrapping tight around each other. Before a single word was spoken, Miles paused to look down at his face, resting forehead to forehead and drawing him into a deep, slow kiss, ensuring Jake was actually okay.
“So fuckin’ good,” Jake breathed into his mouth. “Our best sex yet.”
Miles gave a soft laugh, nuzzling closer into him. “Oh yeah? Even better than that time at the Hallelujah cliffs?”
“Infinitely better.”
Miles grinned, kissing him again.
“I love you, Jake.”
“I love you too.”
They rested intertwined together for a long while, the knot keeping them joined. Miles murmured quiet praise and sweet, loving gibberish into Jake’s skin, hands roaming slowly over his body, kneading muscles and nursing hurts he’d left behind: the reddened marks on Jake’s sore cheeks where he had slapped them, faint bruising on Jake’s wrists where he had pinned them to the floor. And finally, Jake’s swollen, leaking folds, still stretched tight around his cock.
Feather-light, his palms moved over everything with nourishing devotion. Cupped his tender breasts to rub away the ache from being roughly pressed against the mats, fondled the curve of his hips, the base of his spine and the back of his head, gently massaging the scalp he had hauled by his queue, soothing the lingering strain in his neck.
All this pain he’d caused on purpose, because Jake asked him to, even begged him to unleash it. And thus, began the necessary underside. Lost to the world, his eyelids sealed, Miles moved blindly through the trance, spellbound, surrendered to the aftercare, with reverence that belonged entirely to Jake. The serving would not end until Miles had worshipped every mark away and cherished the raw skin, drowning the pain in care and licking all the wounds back in.
Every place he had hurt, he now revered. Every trace he had left, he nursed.
Eventually, the knot receded, slipping free with a wet gush of fluid. Immediately Miles gathered him against his chest until Jake half-lay on his shoulder, face-to-face. One strong arm curled protectively around his waist, while the other hand reached down to gently cup the leaking mess between his legs.
Jake collapsed forward, burying his face into the hollow of Miles’s throat. Exhausted, blissed-out and painfully aware of how profusely he was leaking onto Miles’s fingers, he hid himself in the embrace, body still trembling faintly with the aftershocks.
Warm cum continued to flow all over Miles’s hand, but he held him there, containing it and soothing tender walls with careful strokes.
Jake gave a tired, half-embarrassed groan.
“You’re cleaning this up later,” he muttered against Miles’s skin, fingers curling weakly on the muscle of his arm.
A deep, warm chuckle vibrated directly into Jake’s chest. Miles nosed into his braids, voice dropping to a low murmur.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lips brushing over his forehead. “Warm water, oil, the whole damn routine. Whatever my precious mate needs.”
Jake breathed a quiet sound that melted straight into the peacefulness of the marui. Listening to the heavy rise and fall of Miles’s chest, he felt completely safe in those large hands holding his body.
Even through the absolute fatigue, he knew what it took for Miles to do this. Knew that stepping back into that raw, primal aggression was still a terrifying tightrope for him. That every single time, Miles had to willingly drag up the very shadow he had spent years trying to bury, facing the fear that the old ugliness might seize the reins and not let go. It never did, but still the dread remained. Jake knew Miles fought it in the silence, crossing into that dark solely because Jake needed it to feel himself again.
Jake reached out, threading his fingers through Miles’s hair and angling their faces close.
“…Thank you,” he mouthed against Miles’s lips. “Thank you for always… for giving me exactly what I need. And for being so fucking gentle with me after.”
Miles froze for a split second. When he answered, his voice was thick, rough with emotion and deeply moved by the immense and frightening trust Jake placed in his palms.
“Always,” he whispered back, arm tightening around him with a fierce, adoring reverence, bringing them heart-to-heart. “I’d give you anything. Everything. You know that.”
Jake hummed again and smiled, the last sliver of air between them disappearing.
It required no real movement at all, only a single, shared instinct as they tilted their heads halfway to meet each other in the middle. All the space between them vanished, a low I know drowning inside Miles’s mouth, finally shutting the whole world out.
And for a while, nothing else existed.